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This is a private 1x1 Rp Please do not post unless you are one of us. Thanks |
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**Name:** Marco Romano
**Age:** 19 - Turns twenty in three RP days
**Height:** 6'1"
**Build:** Muscular, lean, built for endurance with the strength of a bull and bronc rider
**Hair:** Dark brown, short, with a slight wave, always looking a little tousled
**Eyes:** Deep brown, almost black, with a sharp, focused intensity
**Complexion:** Olive-toned skin, well-sunned from days spent on the rodeo circuit
**Style:** Marcos style is a blend of rugged and refined. He sports a well-worn cowboy hat, a leather vest with subtle Italian flag details on the inside lining, and custom-made boots that balance style and function. His wrists are often adorned with simple silver bands, and he wears a thin gold chain with a small pendant of St. Michael, the patron saint of protection.
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**Backstory:**
Marco Romano was born and raised in Texas but is deeply connected to his Italian heritage. His parents moved to the U.S. from Naples before he was born, and they always kept Italian traditions close to their hearts. His father was a stone mason and his mother a talented cook, and Marco grew up surrounded by the rhythms of hard work and deep-rooted family values. However, bull and bronc riding wasnt something his family had ever expected—Marco’s father dreamed he would follow in his footsteps, working with his hands, but Marco’s heart was always in the rodeo. A short while after he started feeling sympathy for his parents did he realize who they were, no, who his father was. His father hated what Marco did, not following in his footsteps and raging at him while his mom hid in the background.Marco has many scars from his father which he doesn't want to talk about, the memories too sharp.
He started competing in local events at 16 and quickly made a name for himself with his incredible endurance and technique. Marco’s approach to bull and bronc riding is meticulous, almost artistic—he moves with a calm precision but underneath it all burns a fierce passion.
Years ago, Marco suffered a deep injury during a major competition—a gash from a bulls horn that left him with an ominous scar running from his right shoulder down to the base of his back. He never talks about how it happened, and it remains a topic that even his closest friends know to avoid. It’s a dark part of his past that haunts him, but he uses it as fuel to push himself further in the sport.
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**Personality:**
- Reserved and Intense:
Marco is a man of few words, especially when it comes to his past. He’s intensely focused, always keeping his emotions hidden behind a calm exterior. But his eyes, when you catch them, reveal a depth of thought and emotion that doesn’t often reach his mouth.
- **Passionate and Proud:** While Marco is reserved, he’s fiercely passionate about bull riding and his Italian heritage. |
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Name: Liliana Marie Blackwood. Gender: Female Age: 16 Height: 5'9'' Occupation: Ranch-hand. Looks: Wavy black hair, that falls to the bottom of her back. She has silver/blue-ish eyes, pale skin, and a slim, but toned body. Birthplace: Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Sexuality: Demisexual/demiromantic. Personality: Loyal, calm, protective, fiery, logical. Backstory: She has an older sister, and an older brother. She was abused by her parents, and by her siblings. She doesn't force her opinions onto anyone though, and lives humbly. She works as a ranch-hand, and she often works at auctions. She's quite well off, not rich-rich, but money's not an issue to her, either. She's the quiet, home-schooled introverted girl. Trauma: She was abused mentally, verbally, emotionally, spiritually, physically, and s**ually. Religion: Pagan/Hellenistic. Believes in multiple deities. Animals owned: Sixteen horses, and six dogs. Accomplishments: She's known as the Queen of the Rodeo, as she's never gotten lower than second place. She does hands-on training with her horses, creating a strong, unique bond with each one. Aesthetic: Goth, emo, punk, and grunge, all blended together. |
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Marco had just pulled into the parking lot of the rodeo when he heard they were already starting the bull riding. He cursed under his breath, stepping out of his ruby red dulley and rushing to get his boots, vest, and chaps on as he grabbed his caged helmet, jogging to the office to quickly register before paying and heading to check his bull out. It was more of a cream colored one, with black at some points. <><><> His turn quickly came, mounting the bull and leaning forward in the shoot, putting his hand up, and giving them the signal to open it up. The gate open and the bull took off, tossing spins, bucks, and even small charges before Marco was thrown off. Now came the part Marco feared most, getting launched into the air and falling down. His heart raced for a moment as he was flung into the air, the ground coming quick. The man quickly reacted on instinct, rolling before quickly standing and jogging to get out of the arena over the fence as rodeo clowns distracted the bull from him. "Nice one," His friend, Blane told him. "Thanks, good luck with Hell Hound." Marco gave, heading to see his bull score and rider score. His overall score had placed him fifth on the scoreboard, not his best but most defanitly not the worst. The Italian then went to see what bronc he'd been drawn, catching only a glimpse before the small group of friends he'd brought had whisked him away. |
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Liliana, the known Rodeo Queen, walked over. "Nice ride." She complimented. "Takes some serious balls to stay on a buckin' bull, let alone get on one." |
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Marco flicked his gaze to Liliana walking over and immediatly straightened up and brushed dirt off himself, his friends all doing the same. "Thanks, was pretty rough but, decent I guess." He mused, putting fake confidence infront of her. "Ha, I guess so. Even harder when the only support you have is a group of yahoos." Marco said quietly, his friends hearing it and tossing 'Offensive but okay' and complaints at him. "Oh shut up, i'm now wrong." He snapped, the group just snickering. "As I said, a group of yahoos." |
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"Decent? No, it was pretty good." Liliana stated. "I'm Liliana Blackwood." |
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"Eh, could've done a load of things better but, yeah it was good I guess." Marco agreed, having been smiling lightly the whole time they were talking. "I know, 'Rodeo Queen'. I'm Marco Romano." He introduced, about to offer his hand for her to shake but then remembering he never did that unless he was speaking to a man older then him. Which this was a woman, younger then him. |
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"Ah, Romano. Italian, hmm?" She mused. |
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Marco chuckled when said italian, the name being obvious. "Yeah, my parents are nuts about us being Italian but must say, out of all countries, i'm pretty sure we win the food catagory." He mused, glancing at his friends who were shaking their heads and making x's with their hands before going back to being casual. |
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Clear with Temps dropping into the Teens
