Demetri D'eon Montroli

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Name: Nickelynn
Age: 17
Roleplaying Experience: 4
How you found the site: I was here before, I played Haru Akari but i died and went in active but i'm going to try again becuase this site is awesome

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Name: Demetri D'eon Montroli
Gender: Male
Age: Seventeen
Hair Color: very light blond, white
Eye Color: pale blue
Skin Tone: light
Height: 5 feet and 5 inches
Weight: 117 lbs.
Wealth: Rich
Sexual Orientation:gay
Why they are in La Campana:His horrible Step mother who didn't like him as part of the family, but she did actually catch him with a boy. [/size]

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Likes:
Drawing
Sleeping enough
Warm days
Piano
Orange Soda
Speaking English
Speaking Italian
Boys
Vanilla Ice Cream
Tidiness
Organization

Dislikes:
Being Tired
When people are in his blind spots
Being frightened
Reading in English
Cold
Chaos
His Step mother
Grape Soda
To much chocolate
The color Orange

Turn Ons:
Men who are taller then him
Men who can take charge
Men with longer hair, basically not bald
Men with thin eye brows
Men with light eyes or really dark ones, though that isn't a big deal to him
Men with glasses
Men in lighter colored clothing
Men who are good/decent at small talk

Turn Offs:
Women
Men who are shorter then him
Men who require Demetri to have to make a lot of decisions, not his strong point
Men who are overly feminine
Men who are depressing to be around
Men who don't talk enough to keep a conversation

Nervous Habits:
Twirls hair
Fiddles with hem of shirt
Bites lip
Fears:
Dogs
Drowning
Dark Places
Thunderstorms
Sharp objects directed at his eyes

Goals/Aspirations:
Maybe one day be able to see out of his left eye again, very unlikely but its a dream.
Go back home and be on good terms with his father.
To find true love.

Appearance:

Demetri is an average looking boy around five foot five inches, which would be ok if he were actually a boy rather then a seventeen year old. He is a little small but he never lets that get in his way. He weighs in just under one hundred and twenty pounds, well like I said he isn't the biggest guy around. He has very lightly hair as it appears almost white but if you get close enough you can see the very faint tint of yellow which makes him blond. His eyes are a lovely shade of pale blue and he was lucky to inherit these hair and eye traits from his mother, who was northern Italian; unlike his very oil colored skinned, dark haired, dark eyed, Sicilian father. He has a scar on his face, i runs from his forehead down through his left eye and to the bottom of his cheek.

He can't see through his left eye because of this, his eye is actually made of glass. The appearance of it very good and the color is matched very well to his real eye. His clothing styles are very formal. He liked to wear dress shirts with ties and such. He rarely dressed casually, it is the way he grew up. He was a little rich kid so he was always made to be professional looking in case any important people were to stop over, especially people form his father's work.

Personality:
First of he is shy. When you first meet him it almost seems like he is ready to go run and hide under a rock or something. He likes to talk to people he just has a hard time with it, slightly becuase of the trouble he has with talking to others due to the language barrier. People scare him especially the once that appear scary. You know what I mean those tall muscular guys or those prissy looking girls. Not what Demetri likes to see when someone approaches him. He acts a bit different once you get to know him he is a little more open and will talk to you more. Of course he is still very timid and blushes a lot no matter what you do.

He can seem very awkward, well that's because he feels awkward. He will fiddle with the hem of his shirt and avoid eye contact. He doesn't like when people stare at him either that causes him to feel even weirder. Even though he acts this way he is a very nice person and it's easy to grow fond of him. He doesn't get angry to often and when he does it can be hard to tell. He liked to help others if they ask him to and he finds it nice to see others smile. He can be a bit clingy as he can act almost like a frightened child at times. He doesn't like to be left alone but at the same time he doesn't want to have to meet people to not be alone.

He is a rather complicated individual which leads to the actual complexity of Demetri himself. He is very intelligent and not much will get past him unless you say something that makes no sense to his not so large English vocabulary. He does very well in science and math, not so well in history and English but he still gets pretty good grades. He loves to learn things which is probably why he picked up English so quickly, because he liked learning how to say things and writing it out.

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Father: Niko Montroli, 52
Mother: Maria Montroli, deceased
Sibling/s:
Adele Montroli, deceased
Carlos Montroli, 3
Julia Montroli, 7
Other important relatives: Rosa Montroli, 47, step mother
Pets:n/a
History:

Demetri was living in Italy when he was younger. His mother and sister were killed when he was eight. He was in the car when it had happened, it had been a horrible crash and he was lucky to get out alive. He had been hurt thought as he lost all vision in his left eye. He had had a toy in the car, it was a strange toy with stencils and risen outlines of shapes and marbles could go through it like a maze. When the car had crashed the boy was jerked in his hand and the toy was jammed between the left side of his face and the seat in front of him. He lost his eye becuase of this and he has a very interesting shaped scar as it left a perfect star on his forehead. Don't worry he doesn't have a gaping hole in his head, it is filled with a very expensive glass eye, it looks so real.

When he was ten his father remarried a girl named Rosa. She was horribly superficial, but they called a temporary truth around his father. Demetri really cares about his father, he had taken his mother and sister's death the hardest.Demetri's father was a leading C.E.O. of the apple/ mac company and as you know are really big now as they ipods, phones, and computers are spreading world wide, so as you can tell he is a rich kid.His father was in the Italian branch located in Sicily. His father was of on business at least every other month or so. Demetri got 'close' with his step mother. He hated her guts, she was horrible and mean. Especially to a ten year old that was hard. Demetri had started learning English when he was eleven and worked on from there in school.

He was going to a private school but was still living at home under his real mother requests. He now had two younger half-siblings. They are a bit annoying and aren't very nice to him. He avoided them a lot but Rosa has him do things for them all the time. When he was sixteen he started to hang out with this boy, it was one of his first real friends ever. Over the few months they knew each other this boy really started to show signs that he wanted to be more then friends and Demetri wasn't sure what to think of that. The boy had kissed him one day when they were in Demetri's room and of course miss nosy Rosa barged in right at that time. She saw this perfect and told her husband that there was something wrong with his son.

His father seemed crushed to find out Demetri was gay and he left Rosa take care of where to send him, seeing as his father did want him to go somewhere where maybe he could change. So where better then La Campana? It was spain so there was some latin to the common language so Demetri would probably adapt to the English better. So off he went to this new school, he was rather afraid and really wished Rosa hadn't gotten her way.


Roleplaying Sample: Why did rain make you so cold, oh that right it stole your heat when it evaporates. Thanks science Demetri is freezing now. The ground had puddled and he was almost entranced in them. He could see the outlines of other people walking by as he walked. He hated the feeling of people staring at him and he knew they were. He heard voices that seemed to feel bad for him. He didn't like people to feel that way about him. He would rather them not bother with him, he didn't need their pity. He doesn't like to be looked down upon and that is all that seems to happen. When he was back in Italy kids thought judge him by how he didn't stand up to his father's reputation and here he was judged by his English skills and it was pretty bad. His english was slowly improving he didn't have trouble with saying words without vowels at the end that is for sure.

Demetri didn't look up as he walked. He continued to stare down and the water that had collected in him hair was dripping and running down his face. He continued to walk, and he didn't notice the voice that had spoken to him either. The person went unnoticed until he almost walked into him. He was lucky to have seen the others feet in time. He stopped quickly to let his blue eyes quickly glance up to the other in shock as he looked at him. "Hey there... you look cold.. wanna share my umbrella?" Finally rang through his ears, he had heard what the other' said but he had not let it set in, til now as he realized the voice had been directed at him. "Oh... I am sorry... I.. I almost ran into you...uh... yes i would like dat very much thank you." Demetri said as his accent was strong as he spoke. He's face was flushed from the fact that he had just scared himself. So that face that had the dark hair clinging to it also had bright red embarrassed cheeks.

"I promise I won't bite.." Demetri looked at him curiously. "Why would you need to say dat? I did not tink you would bite me." Demetri said as it was obvious he didn't understand the phrase. Demetri looked at the other. "Um... My name is Demetri. Who are you?" Demetri said as his teeth clattered a bit as he spoke. Ok he was cold now, this cool water had taken all his heat by now and the water was hitting him to fast for any new heat to regenerate. His body was shaking a little as he stood there. Demetri was trying to act as if he was all right but he was really cold. He really wished he was home now.