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 Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 6:45 pm
 BERNARDO
Start Date: 06.10.09
Nationality: Italian
Rank: New Recruit
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 8:57 pm
elenco
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if today was your last day,
tomorrow was too late,
could you say goodbye to yesterday?
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Directory - Rules - Updates - Bernardo - History - Advancement - ₨ Log
Missions - Impressions - Inventory - Room - Art - Reserved - Credentials
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 8:58 pm
seguire le regole 
Follow Gaia ToS
Follow the Shop Rules
Follow the Daisy Code rules
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 8:58 pm
linea del tempo
XXXX___June 10
xxxxx¤ Bernardo finally finds LOTUS.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 9:01 pm
Bernardo
Name: Bernardo Falcone
Meaning: Derived from the Germanic element bern "bear" combined with hard "brave, hardy".
Alias: Brad; occasionally answers to "Bear" (Ber) but absolutely not Bernie.
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Nationality: Italian; specifically hails from Naples, Italy.
 Reason(s) for joining LOTUS: Want something done right? Do it yourself - at least, that's what Bernardo believes. He's a terrible workaholic and trusts no one to do anything right, so naturally, he must take part to ensure the safety of time's passage. Selfishly, he wants to go back to his time, where it seemed he was finally setting his life on a straight enough path to follow.
Pertinent skills: Diplomatic; Ber is grace under fire, rarely ruffled to the extent of lashing out, always seeking a peaceful and agreeable resolution when possible - the man disdains confrontation immensely. Analytical; a "Master of Sword," obtained from his years at Accademia Nazionale di Scherma when he was forced out of his college of choice to join the Famiglia. Ber has a very accute sense of finding and exploiting one's weakness in a fight, using this to support his diplomacy as necessary. Seasoned; as much as he loathes it, Ber can and does hold his own in a fight - his strongest skills lay in fencing and shooting (guns), with brawling and kendo as secondary. He avoids fighting as much as possible, but when push comes to shove, his strength and size make him a natural soldier to whatever cause he puts his weight behind.
Era: Time broke in early-to-mid 1980's.
Personality: An aloof creature with precious little interest in anything outside of his work. Brad is married to his job, finding social interaction beyond his workspace to be difficult at best, something he suffers for the sake of said job. He is, at the very least, polite upon first meeting; his temper, while hard to rouse, is not something that can easily be defused, forgotten over time but rarely forgiven. There's very few things that can get under his skin and rankle him enough to take any personal interest.
Beneath that rough and unpleasant exterior is what some may call a teddy bear. His loyalty is second to none and his heart isn't the cold nugget of ice he makes it appear to be (just well encased in a few layers of steel). He has a hard time trusting others but will extend every effort of help and support available to him if he does call you a friend. One may find he's simply suffering from a past grievance that never sat right with him, a flaw in himself that he is very well aware of.
Appearance: A giant of a man at 6'4", his body is lean and full between 210-220lbs; he wears it as muscle, but you'd not be able to tell his build beneath his clothes. His hair is that of raven-wing black, the type that seems to have blue/purple highlights in the right light, kept short (never reaches his eyes nor his shoulders) and brushed forward for an almost shaggy appearance. Unusually dark blue eyes that are just off enough to call indigo are set beneath severe dark brows, narrowed in such a manner to give him the illusion of always being angry or annoyed. He has an unremarkable stern nose set over a thin line of a mouth, lacking any sign of laugh and smile lines that are prominant in Italians of his age. The man's square jaw and near-prominant cheekbones give him an almost feral look, overall a man who looks a lot less pleasant than he really is.
Hobbies: Working, Fencing (Master of Sword), Kendo (not a Master), playing the Saxophone (alto), sailing, more to come.
Likes: Straight-forward words; riddles and 'beating around the bush' annoys him to no end - being direct will earn his respect. Creativity; a mind open to the arts of any form is one well received by the stoic man; hailing from a city of romance, he can well appreciate many an aesthetic. 'Unique' appearances; he seems to be inclined to pause to look at things - people or otherwise - who aren't quite normal, and aren't quite run-of-the-mill. Medium-well meat; he doesn't like his meat bleeding. Fresh apples; his favorite snack. Artichoke; a lesser known guilty pleasure of his to enjoy, with melted butter! Winter; his favorite season - nothing beats a fireplace while the snow drifts from the heavens. Cooking; something he's very good at but rarely does. Working; workaholic.
Dislikes: Confrontation; he does not like being pinned down or cornered, especially if the manner is accusational or cruel. Assumptions; one of the fastest ways to earn his anger is ignorance. False pretense; hand-in-hand with being straight-forward, the quickest way to make sure he never trusts you is an act of dishonesty, no matter how minor. Soggy vegetables; just, no. Fish; he's never had a taste for fish, but is known to force down sushi on occasion. Sweets; he simply doesn't like sugary things. Crowds; large groups of people make him nervous. Heat; he prefers the cold embrace of Winter over the oppressive air of Summer. Crowds IN the heat; utter and complete loathing.
Immediate Family:
Giovani [Father; Deceased] - Giovani died in a 'harbor accident' at age 38; his death was ruled as an accidental homicide.
Isabella [Mother; Deceased] - Died medically of an enlarged heart shortly after the death of her husband.
Alessandra [Sister; Younger] - 28 years old; Alex was in Italy visiting when time broke; her current whereabouts are unknown.
Angela [Ex-Wife] - 32 years old; Angela was in New York when time broke; her current whereabouts are unknown.
Ashlyn [Daughter] - 8 years old; was with Angela when time broke; her current whereabouts are unknown.
Falcone
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 9:02 pm
storia Bernardo was born in Naples, Italy, in the Porto Quarter, to a well-off family. There was nothing remarkable or special about his birth, a product of two people in love and starting a family. His life was stable and not all that unusual, his mother staying at home to tend to the house and his studies when he was home from school, his father often out until late at night or at times gone for days. He never thought anything of it, nor did his mother. His parents welcomed the birth of their daughter five years later, a healthy bundle of energy named Alessandra.
Their lives were peaceful. They never were wanting for food or clothes, but were rarely spoiled, rewarded for a good grade or a good deed but never for wanting of the material. There was money going into accounts for their future; bills were paid; food was on the table. There was precious little they could ask for in life.
Until one clear night when Giovani came home with a bullet in his leg.
Both Bernardo and his sister - he ten, she five - had been awakened by his mother's hushed, frantic cries and questions and his father's quiet but stern responses, watching them around the corner of the hall. They'd heard everything, about his confession of working for the Camorra family, a 'bouncer' of the Alfieri clan. He'd been shot in a routine 'guard dog' job, not the first time he'd been injured but the first it had been too obvious to hide. Isabella was distraught.
It shouldn't have been so big to have found the well-to-do giant of a man to be working for the Famiglia, but it tore his mother so, and their lives were never quite the same at that point. His parents bickered more, or worse, didn't talk for days. He could hear his mother plead with him at night, and at some point when he was nearing the cusp of teenage years, the fighting stopped. His father was home more often. Things seemed to be going well.
Shortly before his 16th birthday, Giovani died in a harbor accident. Or so it was ruled - his mother mourned her husband's loss heavily, blaming herself, and in her grief and fear, sent her children away to friends she'd met in her travels in the far reaches of Ireland. They didn't know how long they'd stay, but Bernardo never forgave his father for hurting his mother so. He never got to tell her he'd take care of her, as the months passed on, and took her life with them. The hospital had attributed it to a large heart that couldn't compensate for the smaller half; Bernardo attributed it to his father, and hated the man for destroying their family.
Such were the thoughts of a teen in the middle of angst, throwing himself into his school work and ignoring his 'adopted' family's plea to talk to them. He spoke only to his sister, and sparingly at that.
It was while in Ireland that he met Angela, a transfer student from the United States. She demanded a date of him, the odd dark-haired foreign boy, and after one night of star-gazing and sharing their passion for their futures, they were inseperable. He graduated a year later, waiting for her to follow suit while deciding what college to go into (she was a year his junior); he managed to convince her to return to Italy with him, where he entered the Italian military for his obligatory one year service for his country.
Angela and Bernardo married shortly after. He then entered Politecnico di Milano (Technical University) to major in architecture, Angela already enrolled in TCM, also in Italy for the duration of his service. When he was 20, he was called to the front office of the college; he was met by his father's 'co-workers,' who with a few hushed words about his sister and pretty girlfriend, managed to get him to drop out of the college and follow them somewhere to 'talk.'
Bernardo found himself confronted by the Casalesi clan of the Famiglia, who were embroiled in a street-war with his father's own clan. His strength and service in the military had piqued their interest in the fallen man's son, unfortunately for him. They promised the safety of Alessandra and Angela for his cooperation, and even the return of the Falcone family hierloom, thus freeing him and his family line from being bound to the mafia. He had no choice but to agree, immediately put into Accademia Nazionale di Scherma (National Academy and Fence School of Naples) to better hone his skills. Within a handful of years, Bernardo earned the title "Master of Sword" and became quite the eagle eye with a gun under the supervision of his 'superiors.' He was an unwilling pawn, but quite a weapon to their arsenal as he grew.
The years saw a handful of shoot outs in the street, he himself embarking on escorts much as his father had, using his intimidating size to his advantage. He was a smooth diplomat, due both to his dislike of confrontation and his desire to finish any tasks given to him by the Famiglia. At 25, Angela called him in tears because she was pregnant; she didn't want the baby, but she was keeping it, and was leaving to the United States since he was never home. Both of them being workaholics did little for their relationship - their divorce was amicable, even preferred as it put her out of danger. She visted him three years later to introduce his daughter, a brief and bittersweet moment, but it too passed.
The years tumbled on. He was five years shy of his father's age when he had died, the age he would too be released from 'duty.' Angela called him out of the blue, letting him speak with his eight year old daughter, who expressed a desire to see him. He was being phased out of the main runs between the Quarters and the business of guarding. Once again, things were starting to look good.
He was anticipating the arrival of his sister to watch over his estate while he was in New York and finish his business affairs when time broke.
history
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 9:03 pm
progresso
New Recruit - All Lotus members begin as new recruits into the league. They do not have a specific job or specialty as of yet. This is the lowest rank. It gives new members a chance to get comfortable at Lotus.
Example mission: aid clean-up and rescue efforts after a natural disaster.
Level One - After passing the aptitude test, you can begin to specialize or just start taking jobs and missions as they come. Some missions, however, can only be completed by members with certain skills.
Example mission:serve as a bodyguard for a high-ranking official.
00/02 _ Execute two (2) successful missions or
00/03 _ Complete three (3) missions
00/01 Pass Wraith's aptitude test
Level Two - You can now go on higher class missions.
Example mission: investigate and try to debunk a conspiracy that's about to lead to war.
00/04 _ Execute four (4) successful missions or
00/06 _ Complete six (6) missions
00/01 _ Dedicatedly participate in at least one "Crystal Retrieval" event.
Elite - Being an elite member of Lotus means the ablility to take missions of any class. You are now at the top of Lotus' social heirarchy.
Example mission: One of the Superni has been paying suspicious attention to a given area. Figure out what she's doing and, if necessary, stop her.
00/08 _ Execute eight (8 ) successful missions or
00/11 _ Complete eleven (11) missions
00/01 _ Dedicatedly participate in at least one "Crystal Retrieval" event.
[ Exchange ]
1 Mission = 2 Open RPs = 3 Private RPs = 6 solo RPs/journal entries
advancement
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 9:03 pm
collezionare di rp
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RP Log
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 9:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 9:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 9:06 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 9:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 9:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 9:19 pm
riservato
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let nothing stand in your way
'cause the hands of time
are never on your side
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Reserved
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 9:22 pm
credenziali
 LOTUS © Jyoti Bernardo [art] © Jyoti Bernardo [character] © Chrystali "If Today Was Your Last Day" © Nickelback All creative references within © their respective owners as listed Do not steal any images, ideas or excerpts in this journal.
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