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Alright! I'll just use the same format for the profile you use

Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Nicollo Castelli
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s): [Nico] [Nick]



Aɢᴇ: Twenty four
D.O.B: May 19th
P.O.B: Queens, NY
T.O.B: 7:45 p.m.



Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: male
Nᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: American
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Heterosexual
Cʀᴜsʜ: (an American nurse)
Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Has a girl back home




Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

Iᴍᴀɢᴇ:


Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Nico is a kid from a hard background, which, combined with his Italian heritage, have given him a hard head. He is devoted in service to his country, with a competitive and quick witted soul, and a spirit that seems never to be beaten down.

Lɪᴋᴇs:
-The nurse
-Joking around
-Helping other prisoners
-Running

Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:
-The War
-The Bird
-Vietnam
-His imprisonment

Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs:
-Staying strong
-Arguing
-Standing brutality
-Taking care of the other prisoners
-Athletics

Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs:
-Woman and Children
-His country
-Love
-Family
-Death

Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Margarite Baptiste-Castelli
Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: Vincenzo Castelli
Sɪʙʟɪɴɢ(s):
Michael Castelli

Alright! How shall we start?

Okay. You first?

Okay!

Nico's couldn't help but smile a bit at the curvaceous, gorgeous woman. Or any woman really. He hadn't seen one in, well...not that he thought about it, he wasn't certain how long. The days and nights seemed all blurred together. Tally marks were kept but never counted, beards grown out and never shaved, meals the same slop sunrise after sunrise. He followed the curve of her calf and thigh, eyes dilating to absorb such a royal blue, which though plain, filled this colorless hell. Yet he was reminded as she laid her lips upon the man's cheek that she was likely a turncoat, and curled his lip in disgust.

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The bird shrugged, though he flinched at first at the sharp tone whipped at him by the beautiful woman. "They are prisoners. Were I to provide them comfortable bedding and food every day, they would prefer me to their own military. They are here to learn the wrongness of their ways through punishment" he nodded, looking satisfies with his response.

Nico reached the front of the line, boots shuffling in the sand, his underfed body making his legs so knobby he dragged each foot now, as it was easier than picking it up to walk normally. And so he approached her table, leaving lines in the sand behind him, each foot covered a miracle performed but his uncared for body.

He sat down before her and every feature of his countenance sank with relief of the burden of carrying his weight. He looked up at her, one bony hand running along his rough chin and neck. He did need a shave. The poor woman, having to see him like this. He wondered if she knew him from the Olympics. He shook his head. Probably not. He licked his cracked lips and nodded to her. "Hi."

He seemed a little distant, his brain seeming to short out at talking to a woman again, as if it weren't hard enough without no food in your system.He licked his cracking lips another moment and seemed to stare up into the sun, eyes squinting shut. "Ah.." he started to say something about the pain in hi back and nose and head from beatings, about how cut up his knees were from being forced onto the ground all the time. But he caught the Bird's gaze and swallowed loudly. "Okay. I just need a shave" he nodded, his silence speaking more than his words as he stared at the table

He nodded solemnly, a dry tongue trying to lick his cracked lips. He stumbled up and down the line of men trudging through the dirt toward the open pig-trough of a water base. He was relieved. Relieved there was some sort of reminder of real life in this camp-someone soft, caring, with a soul. Nico knew, with his luck, she would end up some twisted Tokyo Rose, a thorn in his already weak side, but at this point he hadn't the energy to care. She was beautiful, and spoke softly and touched gently and smelled like flowers. His head nodded involuntarily as he waited in line for the barracks. He knew, in a part of his consciousness he refused to think about, he likely had multiple concussions. Just as the thought crossed his mind he stumbled and fell. The men in the camp were speaking loudly, and he felt it. The all too familiar rise of the tense anger. He looked up to the Bird, standing behind his woman, eyelid twitching. In moments it was the traditional scene, Nico bundled up on himself in a fetal position, palms outstretched above his head as the Bird beat and kicked the breath from his body bi by bit.

((It's your rp so if you no longer want to that's up to you. I like it but if you can't find a plot progression that's fine!))