Post by Giuseppe Agrippino on Aug 5, 2011 13:23:40 GMT
Account E-Mail: theplacething@gmail.com
Name:
Giuseppe A. Agrippino
Nationality:
Sicilian/Italian
Character History:
Giuseppe was born in the town of Calabria, Italy, in the year of 1895. He was born to pure Sicilian parents, Aldo Agrippino, his father, and Alessa Agrippino, his mother. Giuseppe was born to a rich family, for the most part. But that royalty came with a price tag made of blood. Giuseppe’s father was known as an “Underboss” for the local mob. Seppe’s father had murdered, assaulted, and torn peoples’ lives apart. But, that came with the life. Giuseppe gained a fairly good education, but in class he didn’t pay attention. But none of his teachers dared to tell him. Giuseppe never knew of his father’s dealings though. He thought his father actually was an honest business man who got lucky one day at work. It wasn’t like the movies. It wasn’t a situation where the whole town bowed down to the man and kissed his ass all the time. Half of Calabria had no idea who the man was. The half that did, well they respected him, but they weren’t ass kissers.
Giuseppe’s father was murdered in 1917, by a disgruntled shopkeeper who was tired of the bills. By this time, Giuseppe himself was involved in the business. Giuseppe was lined up to take over after his father, that is when he was shown his way around the business. Fellow associates helped him around, and eventually Giuseppe took revenge, by bombing the shopkeeper’s business. Giuseppe would slowly grow into his father’s shoes at the top of the chain in the family.
Writing Sample:
Scenario: Its night time, and while walking home, you witness as brutal guerilla attack on the occupation forces main HQ in your town. As the occupation troops burst out to try and hunt down the attackers, you are caught up in the mess, and must flee. What does your character think, and how do they react?
It was a quiet night in Calabria. The summer sky was bright with stars and the moon was shining. It was a great night, with a small breeze. The city lights illuminated the sky with their glow, as parties and get-togethers went down in the city. In the core of the city, the shopping district, was a small meat butchery. The owner, Enzio, was tied up at the time, literally. Enzio was tied up to a meat hook, replacing the slab of dead cow that was originally there. Giuseppe sat in a chair, watching Enzio briskly as the two family associates worked him over. They were beating him with brass knuckles, his face being broken apart. Giuseppe tapped some ash off of his cigar, Cuban imported they were. “Perché non solo collaborare e pagare io?” , Giuseppe asked Enzio this. Enzio didn’t respond, and ‘Seppe began to wonder if the henchmen had killed the owner. Suddenly, without warning, something ripped into the butcher shop. Giuseppe was on the opposite side from what ever it was, so he was unhurt. But Enzio, the henchmen, and half of the backroom were torn apart. Then Giuseppe saw what it was, a German Panzer tank.
Giuseppe launched to his feet, and began to exit the butcher shop from the front exit, where the tanks and German troops had not reached yet. They were attacking from the back. Seppe walked out into the night, and was shocked by the terror: buildings were being bombed, paratroopers parachuting in as if it was winter and they were snow. Tanks were rolling from behind, and Seppe had to move fast. He stepped inside of the car that was parked in the front of the store, and started the engine. He moved quickly, adverting numerous people through the streets that were running in terror. Seppe just dodged half of a house that had fallen, and almost crushed him. Allied soldiers were beginning to take action, Sherman tanks revved up and infantry men armed themselves for a fire fight. Street warfare in Calabria, no surprise there. Except this time it was with soldiers, not gang members. Machine guns fires on targets. Bullets begin scraping the Cadillac, which was imported from America with special chrome plates and tires made to resist bullet pressure. But sadly, no armor plates, so Giuseppe would have to be careful. As the car trotted across the roads, Seppe began to use the back alley ways for support. That worked fine, until a Panzer pulled up and blocked him.
Seppe almost had a heart attack. German soldiers were approaching. Giuseppe backed the car out, and a street vendor had to sacrifice his food wagon, but made it away without injury. The Cadillac was being pressed down at full throttle, the tires rolling fast. Giuseppe approached the exit of the town limits, which had been blocked off by Allied soldiers. As Seppe pulled up onto the street, he noticed the signs being pulled apart and the barriers being moved. They weren’t gangsters, but actual soldiers who were going against their orders. At least someone had some common sense. Chain of command was important, but not when it is used incorrectly. The Cadillac came rolling through with speed, going past the rode. The sounds of war flashed behind Giuseppe, the sounds of machine guns, rifles, bombs, and planes. Oh, and tanks. The sound that war torn Italy was getting used to.
Translations:
Perché non solo collaborare e pagare io?
Why don't you just cooperate and pay me?
Name:
Giuseppe A. Agrippino
Nationality:
Sicilian/Italian
Character History:
Giuseppe was born in the town of Calabria, Italy, in the year of 1895. He was born to pure Sicilian parents, Aldo Agrippino, his father, and Alessa Agrippino, his mother. Giuseppe was born to a rich family, for the most part. But that royalty came with a price tag made of blood. Giuseppe’s father was known as an “Underboss” for the local mob. Seppe’s father had murdered, assaulted, and torn peoples’ lives apart. But, that came with the life. Giuseppe gained a fairly good education, but in class he didn’t pay attention. But none of his teachers dared to tell him. Giuseppe never knew of his father’s dealings though. He thought his father actually was an honest business man who got lucky one day at work. It wasn’t like the movies. It wasn’t a situation where the whole town bowed down to the man and kissed his ass all the time. Half of Calabria had no idea who the man was. The half that did, well they respected him, but they weren’t ass kissers.
Giuseppe’s father was murdered in 1917, by a disgruntled shopkeeper who was tired of the bills. By this time, Giuseppe himself was involved in the business. Giuseppe was lined up to take over after his father, that is when he was shown his way around the business. Fellow associates helped him around, and eventually Giuseppe took revenge, by bombing the shopkeeper’s business. Giuseppe would slowly grow into his father’s shoes at the top of the chain in the family.
Writing Sample:
Scenario: Its night time, and while walking home, you witness as brutal guerilla attack on the occupation forces main HQ in your town. As the occupation troops burst out to try and hunt down the attackers, you are caught up in the mess, and must flee. What does your character think, and how do they react?
It was a quiet night in Calabria. The summer sky was bright with stars and the moon was shining. It was a great night, with a small breeze. The city lights illuminated the sky with their glow, as parties and get-togethers went down in the city. In the core of the city, the shopping district, was a small meat butchery. The owner, Enzio, was tied up at the time, literally. Enzio was tied up to a meat hook, replacing the slab of dead cow that was originally there. Giuseppe sat in a chair, watching Enzio briskly as the two family associates worked him over. They were beating him with brass knuckles, his face being broken apart. Giuseppe tapped some ash off of his cigar, Cuban imported they were. “Perché non solo collaborare e pagare io?” , Giuseppe asked Enzio this. Enzio didn’t respond, and ‘Seppe began to wonder if the henchmen had killed the owner. Suddenly, without warning, something ripped into the butcher shop. Giuseppe was on the opposite side from what ever it was, so he was unhurt. But Enzio, the henchmen, and half of the backroom were torn apart. Then Giuseppe saw what it was, a German Panzer tank.
Giuseppe launched to his feet, and began to exit the butcher shop from the front exit, where the tanks and German troops had not reached yet. They were attacking from the back. Seppe walked out into the night, and was shocked by the terror: buildings were being bombed, paratroopers parachuting in as if it was winter and they were snow. Tanks were rolling from behind, and Seppe had to move fast. He stepped inside of the car that was parked in the front of the store, and started the engine. He moved quickly, adverting numerous people through the streets that were running in terror. Seppe just dodged half of a house that had fallen, and almost crushed him. Allied soldiers were beginning to take action, Sherman tanks revved up and infantry men armed themselves for a fire fight. Street warfare in Calabria, no surprise there. Except this time it was with soldiers, not gang members. Machine guns fires on targets. Bullets begin scraping the Cadillac, which was imported from America with special chrome plates and tires made to resist bullet pressure. But sadly, no armor plates, so Giuseppe would have to be careful. As the car trotted across the roads, Seppe began to use the back alley ways for support. That worked fine, until a Panzer pulled up and blocked him.
Seppe almost had a heart attack. German soldiers were approaching. Giuseppe backed the car out, and a street vendor had to sacrifice his food wagon, but made it away without injury. The Cadillac was being pressed down at full throttle, the tires rolling fast. Giuseppe approached the exit of the town limits, which had been blocked off by Allied soldiers. As Seppe pulled up onto the street, he noticed the signs being pulled apart and the barriers being moved. They weren’t gangsters, but actual soldiers who were going against their orders. At least someone had some common sense. Chain of command was important, but not when it is used incorrectly. The Cadillac came rolling through with speed, going past the rode. The sounds of war flashed behind Giuseppe, the sounds of machine guns, rifles, bombs, and planes. Oh, and tanks. The sound that war torn Italy was getting used to.
Translations:
Perché non solo collaborare e pagare io?
Why don't you just cooperate and pay me?
