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**Name:** Marco Romano
**Age:** 19
**Height:** 6'1"
**Build:** Muscular, lean, built for endurance with the strength of a bull 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 Oklahoma 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 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 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 along his right side. 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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(i'll start) Marco Romano pulled up in his black Ford F-150, stepping out after parking at a rodeo.He grabbed his helmet and put on his spurs and chaps, alongside his vest as he walked into the office.Once checked in and registered he went and sat in the stands to watch a few events before going to meet the bull he was riding. |
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Leah had been at the rodeo for a little bit because it was a few day-long rodeo so she had to set Ambers pin-up, once she got everything sit up she went to the office and registered, once she was registered she went back to her trailer and tacked Amber up and got on riding her over to the warm-up arena and started to walk her around getting her ready to start her run. |
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He called his friend Noah and they chatted for awhile, Noah being bumbed since he was sick.Marco gave a quick glance around the arena and Noah said that Leah was pretty, Marco shutting him up.The call ended and Marco freshened his apperence, having looked like a ragdoll.He straightened his hat and readjusted his spurs for the fifth time, what a dinged up set. |
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The barrel racers were right before the bull riders so leah didnt have much time till her name was called once her name was called she lined Amber down the ally and pet her neck "let go girl " she said and right then AMber took off down the ally to the first barrel and turned in with grace then onto the second and third once she went around the third leah looked down to Amber and patted her neck all the way home and then she heard her time "13.477 that put Leah in first place so far" leah smiled and got of Amber and closed up her front cinch "good girl " she said as she patted her neck |
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Marco went over and waited, mounting a bull name Azteced and waiting, leaning forward and putting his hand up, waiting for the gate to open.The gate was pulled open and the bull took off, tossing spins, bucks, and even more spins at Marco, the man barely managing eight seconds before jumping off, hopping over the railing away from the bull.His overall score had placed him second, not bad at all, not bad. |
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Leah stayed in the warm-up pin to watch the bull riders and one caught her eye as she watched him jump off the bull and climb over the fence and then she heard he got second and she smiled she didnt know why she fixed her hat and started to walk off to her trailer but couldnt get his name out of her head 'Marco' |
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He went and received his paycheck,only fetching 200$ but, money is money.Marco graitfully took it and headed back to his truck, driving to Dairy Queen for lunch before coming back and making his way back to the ring for bronc riding. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
