Gioffre BorgiaFirst Name:
~ Rome~ 13 ~ None ~
17 JunePlace of Residence:
5 feet 2 inchesHair Color:
Curly shoulder lengthEye Color:
Birthmark on his left thumbOverall General Appearance:
Gioffre has the typical boy appearance. Often visible skin, such as face or hands, might be coated with dirt from the day's travels. It's not uncommon to get after him to clean up a little. His outwear may consist of wearing a doublet over his upper body. Doublet being a padded shirt and sometimes a vest. He prefers silk and velvet over leather and wool material. Under that doublet you'll find a cotton undershirt.
He's prone to wearing hoses over breeches most often. Breeches are for more special occasions.Like his brothers, he can clean up nicely though the presence of dirt doesn't bother him in the least. It's rare to see him without a twinkle in his eye or a playful grin. He just has a happy disposition. If he's ever frowning that means something is truly troubling him.
Gioffre is pretty young and carefree. The problems of the world are not priority to him. Making friends and playing are very much still apart of his young world. He thinks big brother, Cesare, hangs the sun and the moon and he looks up to him. If he can manage, he loves going places with him. He wants to please him and his Parents who he loves deeply.
His curious nature and imagination can lead him into trouble at times. However he's a pretty sweet boy whose always willing to lend a hand and prove himself. He's persistent about whatever he wants though. Even when he's told no, he'll push to sway the decision to yes until chastised. It's a hard balance between being a kid and an adult but Gio is learning the ropes to the best of his ability.Flaws:
Can be persisten when wanting something to go his way. Being a bit of a people pleaser cancause him to do things not so pleasing.Secrets:
Once showed a girl he liked his genitalia after she inquired about it.Goals/Aspirations:
To be like Cesare though he has aspirations to become an excellent feared soldier.
Vannozza dei CattaneiSiblings:
Juan, Cesare and LucreziaSpouse:
Character HistoryGeneral History:
Gioffre Borgia was born the youngest child to Rodrigo Borgia and his mistress Vanozza. From a very young age he's had a natural sense to be loving towards his Parents and siblings, though he doesn't often understand the ways of Juan. He's always had such a keen curiosity about things and never shied away from asking why? or just finding out answers for himself.
As a real little boy, he took to Cesare the most of all his siblings. Even though eleven years separates them in age, it didn't stop him from trying to be like Cesare and please him. He liked to tag along with him even if it could be some place dangerous. He wanted to be there to watch his back. He was naturally helpful so he helped wherever he could even if the job was too big for him. Not excelling in his studies has never been an option. As a child of Rodrigo Borgia, you did excellent and nothing less.
When no helping, he's among children as he still has childish ways about him. He likes gaining new friends and exploring and competing with other boys. Most of the time he tries to never do anything to bring shame to the family name. But he's still young and trouble can sometimes be unavoidable.
The PuppeteerOOC Name:
25Preferred Means of Contact:
PMFun Fact About You:
I was born with a tooth.How Did You Find Us:
Caution 2.0Writing Sample:
He was right about how the events of the night would play out once he got into the car. Yup, starting from the order to get his ass in the car to the more than tense silence of the drive into town to the quiet, dark alley they ended up in. Fear tried to assert itself in the pit of his belly but he was determined to see this through. To tell him how he felt and that he would no longer play the pond in their games.
Of course one knows it wouldn't be so easy.
And Neal proved so with a solid firm punch to the young male's gut."You really think we got time to be chasing after you." A hard kick and a resulting cough followed. The palms of Zach's hands were pressed into the cement of the alley as he tried to lift himself. He had to stand. This wouldn't work out if they were at two different levels. "You wasted too much of our fucking time. I don't know why we don't kill you already!." Zach gritted his teeth and bit out."Fuck you." He'd never been brave enough to say that before.
A surprised look came over Neal's face before he burst into deep laughter. It carried on for a time and in that time, Zach slowly eased himself back to a standing position with the aid of the wall behind him. His hand grasped at his side a few moments as stared at Neal."I'm not doing this anymore Neal. You can tell Eli that too. I'm done. I don't deserve to live like this. Just please..let me be."
Those words caused the laughter to die instantly in Neal's throat and he shot a steely gaze at his little brother. "Excuse me, you think you just get to walk away? fuck you. Your in our debt. There ain't no getting out. Your going back with me." Zach shook his head. He stepped away from the wall, swallowed, and started walking."No..I'm not. Just get out of here Neal"He said calmly as he tried to pass him. Neal angrily caught his arm though and spun him around."Don't be fucking stupid!." And he threw a punch, connecting with jaw, knocking Zach off balance. Neal advanced on him.
Suddenly, Zach gave him a hard shove back."Leave me alone"He gritted out, touching a hand to his face. The shove angered his brother more and he came at him furious. A tussle ensued from there. Each giving there all to prove their point but nobody would have thought it ended the way it would. Zach had managed to get Neal off his feet and on the ground by way of a well placed tackle."Get off me." Zach reached for the empty beer bottle that had fallen out of the nearby dumpster. Quick retrieval and he was bringing the bottle down on his brother's head. Not once, but twice effectively breaking it then. Blood went everywhere.
Only then did he roll off seeing as how he had knocked his brother out for the time being. He got to his feet, grimacing in pain and grabbing his side. He could feel the shirt soaking from the blood oozing from the wound given by his brother during the fight. Sucking in a breath and holding it, he grabbed the knife handle and jerked it out of his side. Fuck. Not giving a second thought he threw the knife into the darkness. He wouldn't want that on him. He glanced back at his brother once and started making his way down the alley.
He didn't want to be around when he came to. Pressing his shirt into his side to try to combat the bleeding, he went on. He didn't know what to say to Chris about all this when the time came but that was for later. All he knew now was getting as far away from the scene as possible.