Post by Ezekiel Fabrizio on Feb 14, 2009 18:41:58 GMT -5
[/center][/b][/color]EZEKIEL garfield FABRIZIO
Age: 25
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 129
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: hazel
Body Mods: --
Flaws: Perhaps a little too shy when he's 'himself'. His stage presence has an ego all its own.
Likes:Punk and Metal.
Comic Books.
Horror Movies.
Literature.
Art.
Italy.
Skelanimals.
Skittles.
Maturity to some degree.
Females.
Starbucks.
Dislikes:How people think they're complex.
Immature brats.
Cigarettes (though he smokes from time-to-time).
Stupidity.
Needles.
Talents: Besides his amazing art skills, he's quite the vocalist.
Status: Vocals[specify!]
History:
Italy – it was a beautiful country, and birthplace to Ezekiel Garfield Fabrizio. His mother always had some fascination with the name Ezekiel and she felt the need to brand her first son with such. Some people would assume the Fabrizio family was made of money and had a fine taste for wine as they came from Italy, but this would be incorrect. Aosta Valley is home to around 130,000 people in a general stance, making it undeniably smaller than a place like Rome, or Venice. It was slightly more affordable to live in, but still, Antonio’s job didn’t make it easy. Aosta Valley is bordered by the likes of France and Switzerland, and in this sandwiched region, French and Italian are both recognized languages. Stella and Antonio both know each language fluently, and made sure to teach it to their kids if they ever wished to visit Italy.
Stella and Antonio made the decision to move to the land of free, America. Antonio had an offer to work and make a decent living, and this job was in the city of Chicago – home of deep-dish pizzas that guarantee a heart attack in one week, overloaded hot dogs that should be endorsed by pepto bismol and cold as hell winters. They were able to get a smaller home in the suburbs, and within the same year, Gabriel Fabrizio was brought into the family.
Being close to the same age, the two brothers got along extremely well, and looked out for one another. The place of Chicago they were placed in wasn’t the best suburban area. There was crime, theft, and many other forbidden things circulating regularly. The two loving parents kept their loved children indoors for the sake of their well-being.
Being kept within the confines of their house, the two brothers turned to movies, books and music to help escape the ordinary realm of life. Their imaginations grew as they dreamed of places that were incredibly unrealistic, but at the same time, when they would describe the realms – you could nearly believe it.
Zeke held a talent of art, and had been naturally good at it. Public school furthered his education in it – sure, it wasn’t the best art class, but it offered some tips. The school opened his eyes to the true depth it could go into, and that’s when he began studying the masters of art. He did incredibly strange things to earn money, from walking dogs (to his parents dismay), to doing other kids’ homework. He even, for an overwhelming salary of five bucks, snorted a whole pixie stick.
Zeke was brilliant in everywhere except math. Math seemed to hate him, and he loathed it just as much as it hated him. Gabe however, was the complete opposite. He was a math genius, taking advanced classes in middle school, and he tried to help Zeke. However, Zeke’s brain just couldn’t seem to figure it out.
In high school, Zeke was abused rather frequently – not so much physically as much as verbally. He was the quiet nerdy little artist, and he almost expected it. He had no friends, save for Gabe and his trio of chess club members. Gabe’s troupe made Zeke chuckle. They walked the halls as if they owned them, and if someone started shit, they would retaliate in confusing the offender in a slur of big words and facts. It wasn’t really the popular kids who owned the high school, it was the fuckin’ chess team. That’s irony for you. The popular’s still had the illusion that they were in some form of control, but they weren’t.
Zeke did find out one day that Gabriel had been shoved into his own locker. The next day, the offender was found, and shoved into his locker by two dudes from the football team who Gabriel had tutored. It was like a mafia, and the fact he and Gabe were both Italian made the situation even more humorous.
Zeke graduated, and was accepted into the University of Chicago to study art. He was in a band, but as members graduated and found real jobs, it dissolved. Now? Well now, he's here.
Personality:
Shy;;
He’s never been a boastful kid, or one who cries out for attention. With a love of peace and quiet, he’s never minded not having anyone to talk to. However, with that issue, he can be caught chattering away to himself. He believes whole-heartedly that he’s a great conversationalist. Few people know him well enough to be called a friend of the lone artist.
Mysterious;;
Mr. Fabrizio knows what he likes, but rarely will he tell a girl straight out. In fact, forget it – because he never will come right out and say ‘hey, I like you’. He has the habit of staring at who he likes, and not in a friendly manner. His face is stiff, with his eyebrows pursing lightly – as if contemplating revenge, but really he’s just trying to figure the other person out. There is a lot of complexity to Zeke, and not too many know that seeing as he’s reclusive.
Common Sense;;
While he may be quiet ninety-nine percent of the time, if someone states they are going to do something in a non logical manner, he will bluntly ask, “Why in the hell are you doing that?”
Bashful;;
When approached by someone he likes, and they show even the slightest interest in him, he completely stumbles. No – no he doesn’t. He’s like a plane that hits bad turbulence, only to figure out one engine died, he starts descending and BOOM! He crashes in a heap of flame and shrapnel. It’s not that he’s gaga over someone, he just doesn’t know how to handle situations like that. So yes, undoubtedly, he is a virgin.
Ticklish;;
The boy is ticklish physically – but when it comes to humor, a good joke will always make him laugh. He can make practical jokes with the best of them. He has a sibling, what more could you expect? A certain spark is in his eye that reads Wild Card – in some situations, with the right people, he could potentially let loose and be the life of whatever is going on.
Secure;;
Grounded, and standing for what he believes it, he doesn’t care what people think of him. The only people who he considers have the capacity to judge him are his parents and his brother – his family. If he were to do something that upset them, he’d be in shambles. He loves his family, and they are by far, his utmost priority.
The Alter Ego;;
The guy you see on stage. The guy who can come off as a slight ass hole. It seems this little demon overtakes him whenever he sets one foot on stage and there's a crowd roaring. Once he's done? He goes back to shy, reclusive Zeke that everyone loves.
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