Post by christoff on Feb 5, 2011 16:07:51 GMT -5
[/font]CHRISTOFFJAYBONAGURO!?
[/center]Hey! I go by luri. I am fifteen and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for three years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have no other characters on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by PM.
Name: christoff jay bonaguro
Nickname: chris, mr. bonaguro.
Age: 34
Gender: male
Sexuality: he considers himself to be straight, but if he met a guy tomorrow and fell in love with him, might he be brave enough to accept that without having to change the way he looks at himself? maybe.
Member Group:demigod staff, art teacher, son of aura.
Appearance: The first thing most people notice about Chris would be his height. Standing at about six feet five inches he towers above most. Despite this he's a very lean person, not being one of those vertically and horizontally large people. Keeping a good posture is important to him so he never slouches and keeps his back straight. He's surprisingly strong for a guy as laid back as he is, having toned but not incredibly built muscles.
Chris's skin stays pretty tan from summer days spent relaxing in the sun, and with high cheekbones and a pointed nose his features can be seen as rather hawk-ish, though pleasant. His eyes are usually the color of storm clouds, or when the wind is calm, a slate blue tint. His hair is the exact color of coffee, which is befitting considering how much of it he drinks, and it is always in a state of disarray. He keeps it medium-short, but doesn't do much beyond that. He might run his fingers through it in the morning, but it ends up just going back to its original state soon or later.
Personality: A Change of Words - You can be sure Chris will never lie to you, but he doesn’t like it when the truth gets hard to handle. He's surprisingly good at manipulating words and the way things sound, so unless you listen to him carefully you'll have quite the time having a conversation with him.
Contemplative and Self-Disciplined – Chris isn't as smart as Athenian demigods, but as demigods go, he's smart. Most of the time he is deep in thought, when he’s not talking to anyone. When presented with situations he thinks it over thoroughly, and despite his dyslexia he can be found reading in the majority of his free time. For most of his time in school, he strived for perfection and to do well, though academics never came easy for him.
Tenacious - Sometimes students try to start an argument or debate with him, but he has endless patience. He never regrets anything he does or will do, and his actions are sure. He is a collected person, but despite his calm cool he will stick with his views until the end of the world.
Happy-go-lucky - Chris is very laid back. He loves the finer things in life, and he takes life’s punches and just rolls with it. Taking things at his own pace, he laughs a lot, and rarely ever gets upset or temperamental. His lax can get frustrating for some people, but he's a son of Aura after all and they better get used to it. Griffin is usually the go to for problems.
Simplicity is everything - Simple is good. If there is a simpler way to do it, he'll be the one to find it. He doesn't like to complicate things and is pretty straight-up, as well as very down to earth.
Likes: tex-mex, lemonade, pens that have really thin tips, degas, e e cummings.
Dislikes: unicycles, country music, canadian geese, abba, bacon.
Mother: aura, unknown, goddess of air
Father: leonard bonaguro, 62, local news anchor.
Siblings: none.
Pets: a four year old gray irish wolfhound he calls lennon.
History: Leonard Bonaguro was a student studying abroad in Zurich when he met Aura, or as he knew her, Cara Bennett. Their relationship wasn't extremely serious until Cara became pregnant with their Christoff. They were overjoyed though, and they moved to the United States in a town in northern Michigan where they decided to settle down.
In this relatively quiet town, Christoff Bonaguro was born on October 9 at noon. His mother died a few hours later, or so he was told by his father. After finally figuring out who his mother really was, his life went on rather normally, not many incidents and not much excitement. After finishing high school with high marks and attending art school in Chicago. After a few years, a few classes, and fewer exhibitions later, he got his qualifications to be a teacher and got a job at Richmond Highschool.
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Roleplay Post
Clyde dragged himself off of his bunk and his feet hit the wooden floorboards with a muffled thud. His drowsy look eyes scanned the room and fell upon the hot cocoa sitting on his side table. With a shrug he went over, and lifted the Dr. Pepper to his mouth and took a long, soothing drink. It was a freezing, dry winter's day and anything that made you feel your toes again was welcome to him. Even though hot chocolate wouldn't keep the warmth lasting forever, he was too lazy to actually put on more layers of clothes. The weather that day was the coldest they'd had all winter. If it weren't for the camp's magical boundaries, it'd be considered dangerous. Even to demi-gods it was extremely cold. The only ones that could possibly enjoy cold like this would be the children of Hades.
Clyde sat up more from his bed and looked around the cabin. There wasn't anyone else in the cabin, so most of his siblings were outside, enjoying themselves, most likely at the basketball courts or something. The cabin itself wasn't particularily frigid, but it still had its own feeling of dreadfulness about it. Perhaps it was the silence. The Nike cabin was generally never quiet. There was either some sort of conversation going on or activities that kept them busy. But today, was odd. Different. As much as Clyde liked peace now and again, he wasn't quite used to this. It was almost too strange for him to get used to.
Taking another sip, as well as finishing the drink, Clyde got up off of his bed and headed towards the cabin refridgerator and opened the door, scanning its contents. There were various types of energy drinks like Gatorade and Propel and he didn't like those. But what he really was looking for was something to get him a little more awake. Energy drink? Nada, he didn't buy those. Something to eat? He wasn't exactly hungry. Besides, the dining pavilion probably wasn't open yet and he hated breakfast foods except for bagels. His eyes found milk, and he pulled it out. In a series of quick movements, his coffee was already made and in his hands. A content sigh and a few sips later found him sitting in his bean bag chair with closed eyes. Nothing could disturb him now.
Clyde sat up more from his bed and looked around the cabin. There wasn't anyone else in the cabin, so most of his siblings were outside, enjoying themselves, most likely at the basketball courts or something. The cabin itself wasn't particularily frigid, but it still had its own feeling of dreadfulness about it. Perhaps it was the silence. The Nike cabin was generally never quiet. There was either some sort of conversation going on or activities that kept them busy. But today, was odd. Different. As much as Clyde liked peace now and again, he wasn't quite used to this. It was almost too strange for him to get used to.
Taking another sip, as well as finishing the drink, Clyde got up off of his bed and headed towards the cabin refridgerator and opened the door, scanning its contents. There were various types of energy drinks like Gatorade and Propel and he didn't like those. But what he really was looking for was something to get him a little more awake. Energy drink? Nada, he didn't buy those. Something to eat? He wasn't exactly hungry. Besides, the dining pavilion probably wasn't open yet and he hated breakfast foods except for bagels. His eyes found milk, and he pulled it out. In a series of quick movements, his coffee was already made and in his hands. A content sigh and a few sips later found him sitting in his bean bag chair with closed eyes. Nothing could disturb him now.
