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Post by samuele vitale. on Feb 25, 2011 13:24:37 GMT -8
SAMUELE DORIANO VITALE.
NAME samuele isaia luca vitale.
NICKNAMES sam.
HOMETOWN seattle, washington.
AGE twenty one.
BIRTHDATE november twenty third.
OCCUPATION student?
RELATIONSHIP STATUS it's complicated.  MOTHER cecilia vitale (née verona), the good wife.
FATHER isaia vitale, mob boss, obvs.
SIBLINGS amalia vitale, seventeen; carolina vitale, seven.
CHILDREN none that i know of.
OTHER IMPORTANT FAMILY gabriel van buren, cousin.
PETS duke, three, great dane.
my family... is nuts. here in town it's only like me and my two sisters and my parents of course. i mean there is gabe's family, but they aren't legit blood family. my sisters are really close, caroline is like up amalia's ass all the time, it's crazy. she's a sweetheart though, she's fun to spoil and she gets excited over everything. amalia and i... we don't get along as great, half the time we just hate each other. we get into fights a lot and we're just.. we don't hold anything back, i'm not gonna lie i can take things a little too far sometimes but she's almost eighteen now, she's a big girl. [/i][/sub]
I'M COMPLETELY ADDICTED TO ..
women.
MY LAST LIE WAS ..
"i never said that to her."
MY BIGGEST FEAR IS ..
anything happening to my family. amalia and i fight like crazy but if anything happened to her i'd be a mess, fuck, after her accident i was a mess, i couldn't even go see her in the hospital really.
THE LAST TIME I CRIED WAS ..
it's been years, probably when i found out about amalia was in the hospital.
MY FIRST KISS WAS ..
answer
MY BIGGEST SECRET ..
when i went to italy after high school i was engaged.
THE CRAZIEST RUMOUR I'VE EVER HEARD ABOUT MYSELF WAS ..
it wasn't a rumor, it's true; i am allergic to shirts, it's a tough battle for me.
MY VIEW ON LOVE IS ..
fuck love? that succinct enough fr you?
THE LAST PERSON IN MY BED ..
aris.
HISTORY ..
my parents weren't much older than me when they got married, and i came a little less then a year after they were married. i'm pretty sure it was one of those bullshit arranged deals, both of my grandfathers are more then a little controlling, but they're also both rather powerful, used to getting their own way but, you know, whatever. my childhood was fairly normal, i guess. fairly normal for my family's financial standing, i should say. i'm not even going to act like i'm oblivious to the fact we're very well off, my mom doesn't work but why does she need too? her family has insured her and my zia won't have to. my dad owns a lot of properties, office buildings, apartment complexes, shit like that. the family business is a sprawling one and no one is really keen on labeling it. it's very godfather-esque. amalia was born when i was four, i wasn't very willing to give up my spotlight but she was kind of cute back then, mostly because she couldn't talk. we were close when we were kids, then she started to get annoying and we'd snipe at each other all the time. i really think one of the first full conversations she could have we were exchanging insults like "poopyhead" and "jerk". *laughs* then i think she hit me with a barbie, she was always beating on me though. she started gymnastics, i played soccer, our parents came to all of our stuff, i was getting in trouble at school while amalia was playing around on mats and rings all fucking day. carolina came along a few weeks after my fourteenth birthday, but amalia was some kind of tiny mom and they instantly bonded, carolina likes me now but i'm pretty sure it's only because i keep a small bag of those famous amos cookies in my backpack or pocket for her all the time. i graduated high school, went to italy for the year before i came back here for school and that was.. alright. fell in love, got engaged, got cheated on and we split up. whatever.
emily, student, marlon t.
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