"IDEALISM SITS IN PRISON, CHIVALRY FELL ON ITS SWORD."
jackson lorenzo rinaldiJACK•SON LORE•EN•ZOE RIN•ALL•DEEthe basicsNICKNAME: n/a
ALIGNMENT: lawful evil LOCATION: naples, italy BIRTHDAY: february 29th SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight HEIGHT: six foot one HAIR: dark brown EYES: brown OCCUPATION(s): lawyer / politician character interviewShuffling papers on his desk, he looked up with an expression mixed between frustration and stress. "Can we make this quick? I have a call in--" He glanced up at the clock above the entry to his office, nose wrinkling in distaste. "--roughly fifteen minutes, depending on how late this particular client chooses to be." He grumbled, sliding open a drawer in his desk. A stack of papers from the left side of his desk were neatly stacked and then slipped into a manila folder hanging in the drawer, only for it to be shut a moment later.
"My father's a veteran, confined to a wheelchair in his old age. My mother is a retired school teacher, though she now works as a librarian part time to keep herself busy. The only family member other than my parents that I was ever close to was my grandmother. She's the person that taught me to cook and gave me a love for it." He spoke without hesitation, his statements pointed and matter-of-fact, as if they were to be disputed. They weren't, of course, but it was just his manner of speaking. He glanced back down to the pages strewn about his desk, starting to reorganize them into piles, a handful here, a handful there, paper clipped and neatly stacked in a metal cage in the far down of the great oak desk. Slowly, everything was placed back where it was meant to be, save for the single folder that remained in the center of his work space, thicker than any of the others had been, with the name Romanov scrawled across the tab. Noticing the line of sight, he moved his wrist to cover the mysterious client's name, exasperation in his expression. "I'm a lawyer, in case you couldn't tell, and a very busy one at that." He stood, hand still concealing the name on the folder, and held out a hand to shake. "It was lovely meeting you, but I have a call coming in--" His phone started to buzz from its place on his desk, face down next to his closed laptop. "--now." With a sigh, he reached down and picked it up, waiting until the visitor was at the door, seeing themselves out. Answering the phone on the final ring, his voice was curt. "Ciao?" FUN FACTSDOMINANT HAND: right
SMOKES: no LANGUAGES: italian, english, russian TATTOOS: no PIERCINGS: no GLASSES: yes -- for reading COFFEE OR TEA: coffee MORNING OR NIGHT: morning CATS OR DOGS: dogs PET(S): tweety (canary) A BOOK: bleak house by charles dickens A FOOD: caprese salad A CAR: maserati ghibli |