Post by Paul "Big Paulie" Viperelli on Jan 30, 2010 22:30:22 GMT -5
Name:Paul "Big Paulie" Viperelli
Name Meaning: Big Paulie references most Mob Steriotypes, and Viperelli is supposed to be a Viper reference.
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Town: Grew up in Ryland, moved to New York, New York.
Former Occupation: "Dentist" (Mob front store runner and hitman)
Height: 6'5"
Ethnicity/Skin Tone: Italian
Hair: Black
Eyes: Hazel
Clothing Choice: Typicaly in his black leather jacket with a black and purple baseball shirt on under it. He wears acid-washed jeans and expensive (and, you guessed it, Italian) shoes.
Personality: Big Paulie is a straight foreward kinda guy. At his weight (and muscle mass percentage) he doesn't need to be subtle (unless he's working). Running a front operation isn't easy. You get the cops stopping in, and your clients checking up on you, so he's very persuasive as a speaker as well. When angered, he becomes very cold, some even venture to say cruel, but that happens only in the most strenuious situations (Say, getting three of your teeth knocked out in your own place of business by a piece of meat supposed to be unconcious). Though a very independant guy, he can't manage without some source of direction. The Don sufficed until he was turned into a Boomer and almost had Paulie KILLED.
Strengths: His work as a hitman has made him possably the most efficient killer around. He takes direction exceedingly well, as that is what a hitman does for a living.
Faults: If there is no direction, Paulie will be at a loss of what to do, other then survive. Paulie has a tendancy to hold grudges when someone pisses him off ("It may not be today, it man not be tomorrow, but you'll get yours")
Sample Post:
Notes: Paulie typically isn't comfortable with anything bigger then an Uzi. Other weapons aren't nearly as concealable, and old habits die hard. Also, he carries his personal Trench knives (Brass knuclked connected to knives), made of the finest stainless steel. Also, Paulie is scared of bugs and doesn't like animals. Something about getting attacked by a German Shepard as a kid...
Name Meaning: Big Paulie references most Mob Steriotypes, and Viperelli is supposed to be a Viper reference.
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Town: Grew up in Ryland, moved to New York, New York.
Former Occupation: "Dentist" (Mob front store runner and hitman)
Height: 6'5"
Ethnicity/Skin Tone: Italian
Hair: Black
Eyes: Hazel
Clothing Choice: Typicaly in his black leather jacket with a black and purple baseball shirt on under it. He wears acid-washed jeans and expensive (and, you guessed it, Italian) shoes.
Personality: Big Paulie is a straight foreward kinda guy. At his weight (and muscle mass percentage) he doesn't need to be subtle (unless he's working). Running a front operation isn't easy. You get the cops stopping in, and your clients checking up on you, so he's very persuasive as a speaker as well. When angered, he becomes very cold, some even venture to say cruel, but that happens only in the most strenuious situations (Say, getting three of your teeth knocked out in your own place of business by a piece of meat supposed to be unconcious). Though a very independant guy, he can't manage without some source of direction. The Don sufficed until he was turned into a Boomer and almost had Paulie KILLED.
Strengths: His work as a hitman has made him possably the most efficient killer around. He takes direction exceedingly well, as that is what a hitman does for a living.
Faults: If there is no direction, Paulie will be at a loss of what to do, other then survive. Paulie has a tendancy to hold grudges when someone pisses him off ("It may not be today, it man not be tomorrow, but you'll get yours")
Sample Post:
Notes: Paulie typically isn't comfortable with anything bigger then an Uzi. Other weapons aren't nearly as concealable, and old habits die hard. Also, he carries his personal Trench knives (Brass knuclked connected to knives), made of the finest stainless steel. Also, Paulie is scared of bugs and doesn't like animals. Something about getting attacked by a German Shepard as a kid...