Dante Ricci;

[Dante Ricci]

[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]This is what I Brought You,
This You Can Keep[/glow][/shadow]

Name: Dante Leonardo Ricci.
Nickname: Mostly people just call him Dante. Though his little sister Ara does have a nickname for him, that he pretends he doesn't like but he actually does a little bit.
Age: 17.
Gender: Male.
Hair Color: Brown.
Eye Color: Grey.
Species: Dhampir.
Occupation: Novice.

[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]This is what I Brought,
You May Forget Me.[/glow][/shadow]

Nationality:: American/Italian.
Family: Nicholas & Elena Ricci - Deceased - Parents. Lia Ricci - Deceased - Older sister. Araceli Ricci - 15 - Younger sister.
History: Dante was lucky. He was born into a good family. He was genetically blessed. He actually knew who he wanted to be. Like I said, he was lucky. I mean he is lucky. He's alive. Kind of. Sometimes it doesn't seem that way though. He's broken. Living half a life. The half that no one should have to live. I guess we should start at the start.. Dante was born into a loving family. His mother was a Moroi and his father was a Dhampir. He had an older sister, Lia, who like Dante and the rest of his family was beautiful. And a younger sister Ara, who was equally as beautiful as Lia and Elena Dante's mother. They lived in a normal house, in a normal town, and did normal things like every other happy, healthy family. Life was good.. until the fire.

It was the year before Dante was moving to the upper side of the academy. He and his sisters were on break enjoying the holidays at home with their parents. This was how they usually spent breaks. Nobody ever expected anything like this to happen, especially not Dante. He was fifteen and too busy thinking about how cool it was going to be to finally be a freshmen and get to train with the other Dhampirs on the upper side of the academy. He never thought that he would loose almost everyone he cared about. The fire took the lives of his parents and sister Lia. It burned their house to the ground. And scared Dante for life. There's no need to go into detail. Nobody should relive what happened. It was a tragedy he'd never forget. The police said it was an accident. But Dante wasn't completely sure about that. He wasn't completely sure of anything anymore.

Two years passed and within those years Dante changed. He saw the world differently. He became half of what he used to be. His heart hurt. He missed his parents and sister. He felt a sense of responsibility, and even though he knew he had no control over what happened he couldn't help blaming himself. If only he had been awake. If only he went for his parents instead of Lia. If only there was no fire and they were alive and happy, living life how it was meant to be. If only he could stop thinking about these things. He was mad at himself. And unsure of a lot of things. All he knew was that he had to protect Ara. He wanted her to be happy, even if he himself couldn't be, he was going to do everything in his power to make sure she was. And he was going to train. It was all he had.
Grade: Junior.
Martial Status: Single.

[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]I Promise to Depart,
Just Promise One Thing…[/glow][/shadow]

Personality: Dante has a permanent poker face. He rarely lets people know what is actually going on in his head. He keeps his guard up twenty four seven, both physically and mentally. It makes it easier for him to protect himself from his feelings, and the feelings of others. He has been doing this for such a long time that sometimes he forgets that it's ok to relax. I guess you could say that he has become very good at masking his emotions, so much so that only the people who know him inside out, can tell when he's putting up a front. And those few people would also be the only ones to ever call him out about it. Other people seem to be a bit wary of Dante. He's not a bad person, but he has developed a reputation for being someone smart people wouldn't intentionally mess with.

Break them in half. That's what Dante would do if he found out someone was messing with his sister Ara. She's his favorite person in the whole world. He adores her and would do absolutely anything to protect her. As far as Dante is concerned you hurt Ara and you're pretty much doomed no warning necessary. She's his family, he loves her, his loyalty to her is life long. When Dante cares about someone the way he cares about Ara, they have his love and loyalty till the end of time. That's just how he is. But he doesn't trust or love easy. He's been hurt too much. I guess that's another reason why he is they way he is. Pain. He's been through a lot. Watching your family die takes it's toll on the soul. It did a lot of damage to Dante. Not that he'd admit it, or talk about any of the things that cause him pain. He doesn't like to discuss subjects that are so close to his heart. He believes those things are better kept private. Showing too much emotion at this point is a sign of weakness. Or that's what he keeps telling himself anyway.

Strong. Dante is strong minded, willed and spirited. His strength and faith in himself and others, is definitely something to be admired. He has a natural confidence in himself that people seem to notice. When he walks into a room people talk notice and when he talks people listen. He just has a certain charm to him that shows in most things he does. This for most of the time works in his favor, but other times seems to get him in trouble. Not everyone likes Dante, as nice as he actually is, he does still come off as being arrogant to some people. Which is just fine with him. He doesn't care what people think. The only opinions that really matter to him are the ones of the people he cares about. Everyone else can eat their words. He's not a fan of drama and does his best to avoid it all together, but for some reason people still seem to talk about him. This doesn't effect him that much though. That natural confidence thing is definitely something he loves.
Likes:
+Mysteries.
+The idea of Moroi fighting with Dhampir to protect their world.
+Electro music, it's loud, repetitive & gets him pumped when training.
+Training.
+& spending time with his baby sister Ara of course.
Dislikes:
-Not having control of certain situations.
-Having to prove himself.
-When Ara doesn't listen to him.
-Stuck up royals.. stuck up people in general.
-Fires. They remind him too much of things he'd rather forget.
Fears:
-Not being able to graduate & become the guardian he was meant to be.
-Strigoi gaining more numbers and power.
-Not being able to protect Ara and the other people he would do anything for.
Hopes:
+To become a bad ass guardian.
+To see Ara graduate and be as happy as she used to be.
+To find peace within himself.
Power: N/A.
Roleplay Example:

My ragged breathing pulled me from sleep. Sitting up in my bed I pushed aside my silky pink sheets while the images of the dream I was just having rushed through my mind. It was one of those dreams you have to experience to understand what happened. One of the ones that can't be explained. Not that I was going to tell anybody about it. I wasn't. Ever. Like with all subjects people try to avoid, I tried to convince myself that what my subconscious had been relaying was not real. It was just a dream. Just a bad dream. Or was it? If it was really just an unfortunate sleeping sequence then why did it cause sharp stabbing pains in my chest? Why was my pulse racing like I was actually scared? Like I thought I was actually in danger? It made no sense. How could this thing that I knew was not real make me feel so venerable? Like at any moment I was going to be attacked or fall back into that same state of sleep, back into that same state of fear. Pure terror ran over me making me shiver. I'm not the type of girl who gets freaked out easily. I'm not afraid of a lot of things most people are afraid of. Spiders, don't worry me. Heights, are not scary. Clowns, are stupid. Ghosts, aren't real. In my world there are really only two things that I'm scared of. And that dream used both of them against me.

Throughout the day I tried to forget the dream or more accurately, nightmare I had this morning. The one I always have. The one I hoped would never come true. I was doing a good job of blocking it out up until 5th period, where I sat not listening to Mr. Oldgen talk about Moroi Culture. I tuned out when.. well I don't remember when. God I hate it when that happens. One minute I was listening. Then I started thinking about this pattern for a blazer I wanted to make. The back was going to be made entirely of lace and I was planning on using little silver bat buttons, and then the buttons reminded me of the nightmare. There were buttons scattered all over the floor. I pushed the stupid buttons out of my mind, and tried to focus on Mr. Oldgen who was still talking. As boring as he was, I knew his mindless talk was a good distraction. Actually I should probably be listening anyway.

The bell rang as I realized that I wasn't actually listening to Mr. Oldgen talk. I was really just looking at him. Not in a oh he's so hot way. Ew. He's my teacher. But he's not bad looking. Mid forties. Still has all his hair. And he has nice blue eyes. But that's not what I was looking at. I was looking at his clothes. He dressed nice I decided as I picked up my bag and put the text book I hadn't even opened inside. Come to think of it, he always dressed nice. "Hey."I heard familiar voice call but I didn't bother to turn around, I wanted to leave, cut 6th period and get back to my room to.. " Hey wait up." I was half way around the corner. "Amelia!" Great."Oh hey." It's hard to avoid someone when they directly address you. "Didn't you hear me calling you? I practically had to run to catch you." I shrugged in response. "Sorry." I said, even though I had no idea why I was apologizing to him. I don't know, I guess I just thought it'd be easier to get away if I didn't bother with excuses. He looked around to see if anyone was listening, he wanted to make sure no one besides me could hear what I knew he was about to say. "I think we should..." He raised one eye brow. "Later." I knew what he wanted. I was still mad at him from the last time. It hurt too much. His body. My body. The blade he used to slice his skin open. "I don't know." I said thinking about it all. "What? You have to." He said face serious, which was rare for him. I looked away from him, I was starting to feel sick. "You have to practice." He was right. I did. Even with the little things, like vanity wounds. But me healing him when he didn't actually need to be healed was recently becoming a bad idea to me. "I know." I said looking back at him. "I'll see you later ok." I said quickly and turned away before he could say anything else. I needed time to think. Instead of going to my room I headed to the one place I knew nobody would look for me, the library.

[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]Kiss My Eyes and Lay Me to Sleep.[/glow][/shadow]

Name/Alias: Shar.
Gender: Female.
Have you read the books?: Yes & I love them. Go read them if you haven't, and if you have read them again;)
Dimitri or Adrian?: Adrian.

[Natasha Contrarez]

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