[@spooner] [@Dirty Pretty Lies] And here's my lovable, if not somewhat opinionated, boy. Please be kind. <3

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[color=008060][b]“As you walk and eat and travel, be where you are. Otherwise you will miss most of your life.”[/b][/color] [color=royalblue]―[/color] Siddhārtha Gautama
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[sub]Michelangelo Sebastian Russo // Michel, Angel, Seb, MS, M
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22, 10/1  [color=royalblue][b]|[/b][/color]   ♂   [color=royalblue][b]|[/b][/color]   German-Irish and Italian-Spanish
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Recent Graduate from Woodford University   [color=royalblue][b]|[/b][/color]   Bisexual (no lean) [color=008060][i]("I love who I love.")[/i][/color]   [color=royalblue][b]|[/b][/color]   In a committed relationship with Love and Romance [color=008060][i]"Sometimes it's hard having a gifted mind and a mouth.")[/i][/color]
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Positive   [color=royalblue][b]|[/b][/color]   Sarcastic   [color=royalblue][b]|[/b][/color]   Observant  [color=royalblue][b]|[/b][/color]   Defiant and [i]slightly[/i] Antagonistic
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Unintentional Heartbreaker
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Jack Falahee [color=royalblue]|[/color]  008060
No lunch yes, sorry. But I might have something cheese-related later on.

Michel 
♦  can speak four languages fluently (not counting English): German, Italian, French, and Spanish
♦  loves to shop and spend as much of his father's money as he possibly can just to spite him
♦  enjoys high tea a lot more than he thought he would [color=008060][i](thank you, Amelia, for that)[/i][/color].
♦  is more of a lover rather than a fighter
♦  supports equality in every way and would donate as much needed but he won't go to rallies [color=008060][i](too violent)[/i][/color]
♦  speaks his mind a bit too often than people would like
♦  has a mild or severe addiction to intentionally pissing people off [color=008060][i](it's my drug of choice)[/i][/color]
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[color=slategray][indent]Michel glares at the camera with a beaming smile, his pearly whites blinding the lens. He takes a seat on a luxurious couch in what looks like a hotel room somewhere extravagant. One last flash to the camera with his perfect smile and his flesh-colored lips start to move, his words echoing in a somewhat thick German accent. [color=008060]"You wouldn't believe just how many times I've taken the bullet for this woman. We met in my last year of high school and, well let's just say she helped me out of a sticky situation with a college football player and a strap-on. In return, she knew she had me in her corner till the end of days. And yeah, she might be a superficial bitch and probably a lot worse, but she's a bitch I love."[/color][/indent][/color]
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[color=slategray][indent]When people stand next to Michel, more often than not, they are given a clear impression that he stands higher than the average man would. Ever since he was seventeen or so, Michel has always been a tall, somewhat lanky fellow with long limbs, sturdy but skinny legs, and an overall vertical base of 6’3. He does work out as often as he could and takes care of his body, so he’s not exactly skinny but body type wise, he borders that particular country. He won’t fight you but he’ll sure as hell tower over you to give you some modicum of intimidation. And with the mixed reactions, people always find it odd whenever they stare into his dark brown eyes to find out they are softer, much like how soft his skin upon touch, than they might seem from down below. And the same seemed to happen when his hair is closely examined. Almost black but not quite, it has a very smooth texture to it. The way it easily slides out of the fingers is another clear sign about Michel’s upkeep on his body. His hair is no different because he treats it like a diamond: be a little rough when you need to be but when it’s at peak condition, tender loving goes a long way.

As far as what fashionable outfits Michel might try on for the hell of it, know that his eye for what works and what might work on a creative day is keen. Much like his overall keen observation, he just has that talent of knowing how to make anything look good. He doesn’t like to brag about it, but Michel is pretty good in anything he puts on. And equally, he looks good in things that people might tell him he looks mighty good in the suit he picked out for the gala, or some casual outfit, beachwear, or even just rocking a tank and shorts. Whatever Michel puts on, more often than not, they are either of designer label or something custom made for him. Packing the Russo name tends to afford him the finer things in life and clothes just happen to be one of the finer things he enjoys the most.
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[sub][b][color=008060]u p b r i n g i n g. s y n p o s i s.[/color][/b][/sub]
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[indent]If there’s anyone who shouldn’t have ever become a father, it's Hugo Francis von Hoffman. He never was the kind of man who was loving or even understanding of emotions and how some wear them on their sleeves than others. And this became the case for his only son. As not only the firstborn from his wife, who died nearly three years after giving birth to her and  Hugo’s only son, Michel was dealt with the harsh reality that his father wasn’t the kind to take him to soccer games and take him fishing. He was, however, the kind of father to push him past his limits. 

From ages six to nearly the time he left his family’s mansion in Wolfsburg, he was put through every lesson imaginable. Foreign languages, science, finance, business practices -- anything and everything but the arts were instilled into his mind at a young age. While he hated every minute of it, out of his torturous upbringing, came a knowledge of languages and business strategies that he had no doubt would prove useful at some point in his life. The only problem was that Michel didn’t experience a real childhood like his two half, younger sisters Leticia and Janel. Both of them were able to play, learn the arts, engage in hobbies, meanwhile, Michel was suffering with his father.

“God I hate him!” 

Those words lived with him until and right at the moment he got the hell out of dodge when he was accepted into Woodford University. Initially, he was worried Hugo would stop him from leaving but surprisingly, the college met his unreasonably high expectations of his father, so thank the fuck he was able to get out of dodge before the man changed his mind. Fast forward to the first day of school, Michel had moved far, far away from the lands of Germany and moved into the freshman dorms of the Woodford University of Seattle Washington.

Michel’s days spent at WU were more or less as normal as the American college experience could be. The one thing that did seem to be just a little different was, in fact, Michel meeting Rachel Ashford. Initially, their meeting came on a blind date arranged between their mutual friends. As far as dates went, it was enjoyable but by night’s end, the two had deduced they were way better as friends than whatever could have happened had they explored other options (and Michel was more than willing to go down that particular route). So over the years, the two became close and then they became really close. It got to the point where they were nearly inseparable and Michel happily became her designated distractor. That title description came with him volunteering to distract the ugly guy friends of the hot one she wanted to bang. It didn’t always work out in Michel’s favor, but sometimes they both got lucky that night.

And now, fast forwarding to the current year, Michel is now a college graduate who holds two separate BA’s in Political Science and Business. Overworked, exhausted, and single, the embedded video from his dear slut Rachel came to him at the right time. Something about congratulations, something about her family. Mostly, Michel was too exhausted to listen to a lot of it, but he heard two phrases that summed up what he needed to know:

[color=AE6193]“I asked daddy to close the whole island resort! Just for us!”[/color]

[color=AE6193]“So what do you say? You want to be part of a legend?” [/color]

Those were the only things he needed to know. So Michel sent his rsvp notice, packed as quickly as he could and was clearly on his way to join one of his best friends at her family’s island of what he knew was going to be legendary.

[color=008060]“What? You thought I was going to make you wait for it? I’m not Neil Patrick Harris. I”m Michelangelo Sebastian Russo.”[/color]
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[sub][b][color=008060]f a m i l y.[/color][/b][/sub]
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[sub][color=steelblue][b]Hugo Francis von Hoffman[/b][/color]  ♦ Father ♦ 61 ♦ "King" of the Diamond Trade ♦ Face Claim • Michael Fassbender — [color=008060][i]"My father wants to mold me into something I’m not. He doesn’t understand I want nothing to do with his business. I’m not some piece of coal he can hard compress into a diamond. I’m honestly more of an emerald that’s already shining. So for the last time, back off! "[/i][/color]
[color=wheat]Alessandra Silva Russo[/color] ♦ Mother ♦ 42 (deceased since 2013) ♦ Formerly the CEO and CFO of the Russo Scouting Agency ♦ Face Claim: Elizabeth Hurley — [color=008060]”May 3rd 2013 is a day I’ll remember forever. Mama, I miss you dearly. I can only hope you and Uncle Lorenzo are dancing in heaven or, if you’re in hell, then go kick Mussolini’s ass for us!”[/color]
[color=darkorchid][b]Maria Sofia de la Cruz[/b][/color] ♦ Stepmother ♦ 35 ♦ Trophy Wife? ♦ Face Claim: Jessica Alba — [color=008060]”I don’t know her and I don’t want to know her. As far as I’m concerned, she isn’t a concern of mine nor will I ever acknowledge her as any kind of replacement for my mother.”[/color]
[color=cd5c5c][b]Janel Georgina "Gigi" von Hoffman[/b][/color] ♦ Younger Sister ♦ 15 ♦ High School Sophomore at Crossroads Academy ♦ Face Claim: Victoria Konefal — [color=008060][i]"My kid sister. You dummy. You get me like no other can, even if you are too vocal for your own good. Do me a favor and try to not make life for yourself difficult by clashing with father’s latest toy.."[/i][/color]
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