Pantaleone Tore

[pantaleone tore]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,70%,true][atrb=align,center,true][bg=#e5e5e1] PANTALEONE TORE i don't believe in "right" or "wrong". EXPLOSION KISS, EXPLOSION KISS the world NAME: pantaleone tore. NICKNAME(S)/ALIAS: panta, panda. AGE: twenty-three. GENDER: male. SEXUALITY: demisexual. OCCUPATION: ex-interrogator, currently jobless. GROUP: civilian. MORTALITY: mortal. EXPLOSION KISS, EXPLOSION KISS the love APPEARANCE: ✖ HEIGHT, WEIGHT & BUILD 5'10", 157lbs, & thin build. ✖ HAIR, EYES & SKIN black and medium length, mix of brown and amber which makes a red hue, & fair. ✖ MARKINGS none. WEAPON: EXPLOSION KISS, EXPLOSION KISS for real PERSONALITY:

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✖ DECISIVE
once panta decides what he wants to do, he rarely changes his mind. He is extremely devoted to every little choice he makes, no matter the consequences. If he ran from every consequence, he would never find out how to simply get rid of them through other methods. There is always some other way out besides running. Better to make use of those around you than to do such things on your own.

✖ CALM
pantaleone is always the cool and collected type. he doesn't believe in expressing anything excessively, which is very un-Italian, it seems, but he has never been the most typical sort of guy in any situation. his ability to look cool at these times can often make him seem intimidating and unimpressed, but he's actually a bit of a coward.

✖ CHARMING
this man has always had a way with words, actions, and body language. having studied much of the human mind throughout his life, he has always had an idea of what kind of reaction people would most like to see. manipulative? yes, but effective nonetheless.

✖ SYSTEMATIC
panta has a specific way he goes about things. he's rather ocd in his habits, despite the fact that the schedule can change at any time. he gets up, does his work, does not sleep until he is finished for the day... then, no matter the time, will often take sleep medication in order to sleep. in this way he may not sleep for days, or he may even be asleep for days at a time. though it changes, at the very least he is very easy to read... well, as far as actions go. his thought process, however, is erratic.

✖ CONFIDENT
there is nothing comparable to this man's confidence. similar to claire stanfield's belief that he cannot be killed because the world is his, panta does not believe in "right" or "wrong", but rather what is socially acceptable and socially unacceptable. he also believes that because he is not the actual "pantaleone tore" it means he can get away with whatever he pleases. any punishment given to him is actually for his brother. thus, panta believes himself to be untouchable... but anyway, on a good note it means there isn't much that can put him down.

➔ NEGATIVE

✖ MANIPULATIVE
this man is extremely manipulative by nature. while he enjoys letting things go as they would, in certain situations he will not hesitate to take advantage of the moment. he sees no problem in this action, either, not caring for any dire consequences befalling those involved... as long as he can get away unscathed.

✖ CRUEL
panta is cruel. it's something that comes with being unattached to guilt of any sort. he doesn't care about what happens to those around him. he creates no attachment to others. actually, he is usually more attached to objects than people... but mostly things like food. he couldn't care less about human beings.

✖ SELFISH
when he wants something, he wants it then, there, and he'll throw it away immediately if he wants. he doesn't care for other peoples' needs, wants, or feelings. he is in it entirely for himself, no matter how he acts. he's a trickster by nature. manipulative, as mentioned before. he puts himself before all others, and it doesn't bother him a single bit.

✖ INDIFFERENT
you may have gathered this much after all that reading... panta doesn't care about others. friends, family, whatever. his family was burned to a crisp and he hasn't cared a single bit. the people he "trusted" turned on him. he just walked away. with a sort of no-strings-attached policy, it makes it much easier to not give a single care for what is happening around him.

✖ ALOOF
you can never quite understand what he is thinking... well, unless you get to know the real him. before that, however, he may seem unpredictable. it's difficult to read someone who isn't good at expressing things. one can almost think of it as the opposite of keith gandor: while his face may be showing many things, his mind isn't quite following those feelings.[/ul]
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HISTORY:

[/i] was what he was. Just in case the eldest son died. Then he would become a person. He would have a name and a life. His previous life would be erased from the minds of the people and he would be their leader. This boy who did not mind being locked away, who played with his deceased elder sister's dolls and studied their behavior as if living beings. He studied his own self, writing down his thoughts and noting them in a different color. I feel sad today. It really does get lonely. He would write. This emotion is only natural. The loss of his sister happened a year ago and he now rarely sees another human face. Loneliness is to be expected. He would note every feeling, every thought, explain every behavior. He was fascinated by the human mind, and used his own self as the test subject. But... This was hardly interesting. This was... Boring.

Only natural. The subject does not hide things from himself.

"Wake up. Wake up."

An insistant noise. A horrid rapping. His name, was it? That was what it was. Panta. Pantaleone Tore. That is who he is. Who he was born as, but never allowed to grow up to be.

More noise. It was so loud. He tossed and turned in his bed. Screaming. Was he finally losing himself? He rolled out of bed, the exhaustion of too many pills pulling down on his body like unbearable weights. He reached out for his desk several times before finally falling to the floor, knocking over his chair in the process.

Sleep. He needed sleep. He could feel his body shutting down on itself. Darkness closing in. Noise fading. It became but a soft lullaby to which he fell asleep to once again. A drumming. Soft. Like the beat of rain. It was like the beat of rain against the ceiling. The window-less walls all around. It was...

Drip.

Amber eyes flutter open. The ceiling looks black. Unusual. Was it simply dark? But it smelled. It smelled of burning wood and metal, like a fireplace, but something more. The stink of burning plastic and the too-warm atmosphere. He reached up to grab onto nothing. His light was out. That was why, but what was the burnt smell? What was the screaming? People calling... No, not his name. His brother's name. What was his name? Ah, was this a result of the pills? Slight memory loss? It would eventually come back, yes? Unless this was his own doing, slipping the names of those closest into the darkest depths that the overdose had brought him into, but would he go back to retrieve them? Perhaps like bodies in the water they would eventually surface. Like a murder gone wrong, they would eventually come bubbling back up like a nightmare. A bad dream. That was all it was.

Crunch. Crunch.

His bare feet hurt. Splintered wood and shattered glass tore into his feet as he picked his way through the rubble. The rubble. The rubble. It was... Everything was gone.

Call him. A number stuck into his mind. It hung off his tongue like a bad taste. Vomit. Colorful vomit, but it reeked all the same. A memory better left dead.

"Call this number if anything should happen to the family."

Just in case, right?

He roamed the streets until he found a pay phone and dialed the number. Eyes watched the boy clinging to the it, his face pressed into the numbers. His black hair fell over his face, covering it. His bare feet had long since ceased its red trail, but they still pained him.

"Hello?" Said the voice at the other end.

The boy gave a weak, smoke-filled-lung chuckle before saying, "I was informed I should call if anything should ever happen to my family."

"Yes. It is good to here from you. You are Pantaleone Tore, correct?"

"Si." Again, a rather charred response.

"I am sorry for what happened to your famiglia. I will send someone over to pick you up immediately."


This is the beginning of this man's story. Pantaleone Tore, the name of the boy who died in the fire, was born again. Since this time, it has always been assumed that Panta was, indeed, his brother. Living by an assumed name, this man has grown up believing that he could do as he pleased. He was not risking his own reputation, but his brother's. He could not be held responsible for whatever he did, as he did not technically exist. This has been one of his many beliefs, along with the belief that there is no right or wrong, but only socially-accepted and socially-unaccepted.

During the rest of these years he has worked for a man by the name of Ulisse, acting as an interrogator and a sort of consigliere as he grew older. It wasn't until Ulisse attempted to dispose of Panta for reasons unmentioned that Pantaleone took the opportunity to leave.

He made his way to America and is currently in New York, looking for... some work.[/ul][/size][/blockquote]

EXPLOSION IN THE CAR, EXPLOSION AT THE BAR

explosion in the club, explosion in the plug

OOC NAME: tick.
CONTACT: smoke signals~.
NOTES:

FACE CLAIM:
[b]KUROSHITSUJI[/b], sebastian michaelis || pantaleone tore

EXPLOSION IN THE FAME, HERE WE GO AGAIN
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lyrics taken from EXPLOSION by LAURENT WOLF

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