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B A S I C I N F O

Name :
  Hassan-Adil “Othello” Bianci
Age :
  33
Birth date :
  G99 25th December
Weight :
  166 lbs, [ 75.3 kg ]
Height :
  6”1, [ 185.42 cm ]
Sex/Gender :
  Male, He/His
Occupation :
  B.Hunter

B A T T L E

[S T A T I S T I C S]

Offense/Strength :
  4
Vitality :
  4
Defense :
  2
Speed/Agility :
  3
Luck :
  2
Aptitude :
  5
Weapon :
Holographic throwing blades
EXTRA NOTE :
Refers to himself as " O t h e l l o " on missions with other Hunters to prevent anyone from finding his identity as easily.

P E R S O N A L

Personality :
  Hassan isn’t a very personal guy. He loves talking about his parents, but he doesn’t like talking about himself all that much. Hassan doesn’t like to show weakness or anything that would present that he’s not capable of being strong enough. Terse, he often uses his words with purpose and can be intense with his conversations at times. However, he doesn’t mind having small chit-chat out of respect and politeness. Even with all of the cool in the world, he still doesn’t understand others on a more personal level due to his lack of many personal connections in his childhood. He was alone, and that was what he was used to. He is very organized and doesn’t really like keeping around unnecessary trinkets, papers, or other junk. He likes to hoard pictures however and has multiple hard drives of family photos. Hassan does his best to hold a calm and collected exterior even while everything around him is in chaos. To cope with putting up a stern facade most of the time, he doesn’t mind in indulging (or over-indulging) on the pleasures of what life has to offer. A lot of the times, he can drink himself into a stupor or pass out whenever a wave of depression hits him hard. Despite his claims of having himself under control, he has a particularly hard time with his alcoholism. Even so, it’s tough to get under his skin. Being put under pressure is what he was born to do.
Disorders :
anxiety, depression
Likes :
  espresso, dark chocolate, champagne, silver jewelry
Dislikes :
  laziness, messiness, loud individuals, American sweets, superficiality
Interests/Hobbies :
  baking, kickboxing
History :
  tw : overdosing, alcohol and medical drug abuse, thoughts of depression/suicide
  Adopted from Morocco at the tender age of three, Hassan had high expectations placed upon him by his parents. His mother, though infertile, was a sharp-eyed matriarch with a husband with an equally as sharp acumen. Although his intelligence and quick-thinking weren't hereditary, he grew up in a very challenging and pressuring atmosphere. Being adopted by a respected doctor turned housewife and lawyer turned him into a forward-thinking, sharp man as time went on. However, this didn't mean that his school life was much easier.
  Being at one of the more prestigious academies around in Verona, Italy was both a blessing and a curse for young Hassan. It challenged him, it gave him a purpose and a constructed schedule, it was a trial that he could face with ease. It wasn’t as easy as he had previously thought. He wasn’t immediately accepted by his peers, which was fine by him. He could focus on more important things. But the aloof distance he put between his peers and him eventually turned to resentment. The resentment turned to visible despise. The taunts came first. And then the physical violence. Why should some adopted immigrant be allowed within school grounds? He didn’t even like them, so why should they accept him? Many times did they try to get Hassan in trouble. On some instances, they succeeded, which resulted in the further disappointment and pressure from his parents and the spiral down toward his own depressive hole.
  At first, Othello didn’t understand why they hated him so much. He didn’t do anything to them? He didn’t do them any wrongdoings? All he wanted to do was to focus on his studies. Othello developed anxieties about himself. Was he not good enough? Smart? Charming? His mother suggested that he report them. He did, but the boys always came back to rough him up. Their parents too, were powerful and influential. Even more so than his own parents. His father, the hardworking man that he was, suggested that he take up kickboxing or some mixed martial arts. Some battles couldn’t be fought by talking. And so he did.
  Hassan’s diminishing confidence was steadily being rebuilt again from the ground up. The dark circles around his eyes from nights of staying up crying were instead replaced by welcoming sleep. His stick-like arms grew more definition. He could run further distances than he could have ever before. He felt like he was in control if his own body. But most of all, it released all of the raging, tumultuous , and destructive emotions he let out inside. Once, he dented another boy’s metal chair by planting his foot down on it far too aggressively when that boy snuck a tack onto his chair. Boys who once snuck punches from behind his back now were too afraid to approach.
  Hassan’s years at scuola secondaria di secondo grado (high school) were once again, filled with avoidance and isolation. Only this time, more people took notice of his looks. He filled out nicely, and his “exotic” features were accented by his polite, distanced attitude and intelligence. Girls loved him, many others were jealous of him. Either way, Hassan was not impressed and despised their shallowness. He outright refused to make any personal connections with anyone. He was only loyal to the people whom he fully loved and trusted, his parents.
  His high school and university years went by like a breeze to him without a care in the world. He majored within the business field and made his company off of puzzles and children’s toys. He retired his parents and lived in a stately penthouse comfortably in Verona. No travelling, no spouse, just the satisfaction of being a wealthy man. Hassan donated publicly to charities, he made visits to orphanages, he was a fairly well-known businessman in Verona; not much was known about him.
  Everything in his life was changed to moment his mother was diagnosed with cancer.
  Hassan did everything he could, he gave her the best treatment and doctors, he gave her gifts every week, he visited her in the hospital with his father. At first, it seemed as though the treatment seemed to be working, but eventually the cancer stopped responding to the treatment. She had less than a year to live. With his mother in the hospital slowly dying to the cancer, Hassan begged his mother every day that if she needed anything from him, he would do it. She asked him to be happy with a spouse and a family. Hassan tried, desperately to fulfill her dying wish. He dated women, which wasn’t hard to do. Once he realized he didn’t feel any “special” attachment to any of them, he moved onto men. That didn’t work either. Eventually, his mother passed away. His life went downhill from there. The only other person in the world who truly cared for him was gone.
  Hassan’s depression returned, only even worse than before. He found solace within his antidepressants, pills, and drink. He eventually stepped down from his head position of the business and withdrew from the outside world. He had not fulfilled his mother’s last wish, to see him with children, a spouse. Happiness. There had to be something wrong with him if he couldn’t find himself to well, anyone really? No friends, not even a remotely close acquaintance. What kind of a man was he? Now, only his father was left to care about his failure child. He would be better off gone or dead.
  Recklessly, upon the night of the New Year (after a day of “celebrating” by drinking heavily), Hassan took antidepressants. He then took some sleeping pills as well. And then a bottle of liquor. He fell asleep that night, blissfully unaware of his own accidental death. His heart stopped beating. He died at around 11:57 p.m.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

Preferred method of RP :
  [paragraph/Script/Both] [Skype/Comments/Notes/DA Chat/Discord/Others]
Blacklist :
  fetishes--other than that I’m cool with whatever you’re up with
Timezone :
  MDT; UTC/GMT -6
Others/Trivia :
Bleached his hair out of an impulse decision when he was drunk and ended up liking it, his original hair color is black
Far more introverted than the average person
Speaks Arabic, Italian, French, and English -- [ for continuity, whenever he speaks a foreign language it will be italicized ]
Likes working alone and dislikes the idea of having to work together in large groups (wildly out of his comfort zone)
Has piercings with silver jewelry
Loves to drink his champagne and on the particularly hard days, beer
After his death, he bought a bakery a few months afterwards. He likes working there sometimes
He's very aromantic, it'd take a real bulldozer to get through the wall he put up

Description

B A S I C I N F O

Name :
  Hassan-Adil “Othello” Bianci
Age :
  33
Birth date :
  G99 25th December
Weight :
  166 lbs, [ 75.3 kg ]
Height :
  6”1, [ 185.42 cm ]
Sex/Gender :
  Male, He/His
Occupation :
  B.Hunter

B A T T L E

[S T A T I S T I C S]

Offense/Strength :
  4
Vitality :
  4
Defense :
  2
Speed/Agility :
  3
Luck :
  2
Aptitude :
  5
Weapon :
Holographic throwing blades
EXTRA NOTE :
Refers to himself as " O t h e l l o " on missions with other Hunters to prevent anyone from finding his identity as easily.

P E R S O N A L

Personality :
  Hassan isn’t a very personal guy. He loves talking about his parents, but he doesn’t like talking about himself all that much. Hassan doesn’t like to show weakness or anything that would present that he’s not capable of being strong enough. Terse, he often uses his words with purpose and can be intense with his conversations at times. However, he doesn’t mind having small chit-chat out of respect and politeness. Even with all of the cool in the world, he still doesn’t understand others on a more personal level due to his lack of many personal connections in his childhood. He was alone, and that was what he was used to. He is very organized and doesn’t really like keeping around unnecessary trinkets, papers, or other junk. He likes to hoard pictures however and has multiple hard drives of family photos. Hassan does his best to hold a calm and collected exterior even while everything around him is in chaos. To cope with putting up a stern facade most of the time, he doesn’t mind in indulging (or over-indulging) on the pleasures of what life has to offer. A lot of the times, he can drink himself into a stupor or pass out whenever a wave of depression hits him hard. Despite his claims of having himself under control, he has a particularly hard time with his alcoholism. Even so, it’s tough to get under his skin. Being put under pressure is what he was born to do.
Disorders :
anxiety, depression
Likes :
  espresso, dark chocolate, champagne, silver jewelry
Dislikes :
  laziness, messiness, loud individuals, American sweets, superficiality
Interests/Hobbies :
  baking, kickboxing
History :
  tw : overdosing, alcohol and medical drug abuse, thoughts of depression/suicide
  Adopted from Morocco at the tender age of three, Hassan had high expectations placed upon him by his parents. His mother, though infertile, was a sharp-eyed matriarch with a husband with an equally as sharp acumen. Although his intelligence and quick-thinking weren't hereditary, he grew up in a very challenging and pressuring atmosphere. Being adopted by a respected doctor turned housewife and lawyer turned him into a forward-thinking, sharp man as time went on. However, this didn't mean that his school life was much easier.
  Being at one of the more prestigious academies around in Verona, Italy was both a blessing and a curse for young Hassan. It challenged him, it gave him a purpose and a constructed schedule, it was a trial that he could face with ease. It wasn’t as easy as he had previously thought. He wasn’t immediately accepted by his peers, which was fine by him. He could focus on more important things. But the aloof distance he put between his peers and him eventually turned to resentment. The resentment turned to visible despise. The taunts came first. And then the physical violence. Why should some adopted immigrant be allowed within school grounds? He didn’t even like them, so why should they accept him? Many times did they try to get Hassan in trouble. On some instances, they succeeded, which resulted in the further disappointment and pressure from his parents and the spiral down toward his own depressive hole.
  At first, Othello didn’t understand why they hated him so much. He didn’t do anything to them? He didn’t do them any wrongdoings? All he wanted to do was to focus on his studies. Othello developed anxieties about himself. Was he not good enough? Smart? Charming? His mother suggested that he report them. He did, but the boys always came back to rough him up. Their parents too, were powerful and influential. Even more so than his own parents. His father, the hardworking man that he was, suggested that he take up kickboxing or some mixed martial arts. Some battles couldn’t be fought by talking. And so he did.
  Hassan’s diminishing confidence was steadily being rebuilt again from the ground up. The dark circles around his eyes from nights of staying up crying were instead replaced by welcoming sleep. His stick-like arms grew more definition. He could run further distances than he could have ever before. He felt like he was in control if his own body. But most of all, it released all of the raging, tumultuous , and destructive emotions he let out inside. Once, he dented another boy’s metal chair by planting his foot down on it far too aggressively when that boy snuck a tack onto his chair. Boys who once snuck punches from behind his back now were too afraid to approach.
  Hassan’s years at scuola secondaria di secondo grado (high school) were once again, filled with avoidance and isolation. Only this time, more people took notice of his looks. He filled out nicely, and his “exotic” features were accented by his polite, distanced attitude and intelligence. Girls loved him, many others were jealous of him. Either way, Hassan was not impressed and despised their shallowness. He outright refused to make any personal connections with anyone. He was only loyal to the people whom he fully loved and trusted, his parents.
  His high school and university years went by like a breeze to him without a care in the world. He majored within the business field and made his company off of puzzles and children’s toys. He retired his parents and lived in a stately penthouse comfortably in Verona. No travelling, no spouse, just the satisfaction of being a wealthy man. Hassan donated publicly to charities, he made visits to orphanages, he was a fairly well-known businessman in Verona; not much was known about him.
  Everything in his life was changed to moment his mother was diagnosed with cancer.
  Hassan did everything he could, he gave her the best treatment and doctors, he gave her gifts every week, he visited her in the hospital with his father. At first, it seemed as though the treatment seemed to be working, but eventually the cancer stopped responding to the treatment. She had less than a year to live. With his mother in the hospital slowly dying to the cancer, Hassan begged his mother every day that if she needed anything from him, he would do it. She asked him to be happy with a spouse and a family. Hassan tried, desperately to fulfill her dying wish. He dated women, which wasn’t hard to do. Once he realized he didn’t feel any “special” attachment to any of them, he moved onto men. That didn’t work either. Eventually, his mother passed away. His life went downhill from there. The only other person in the world who truly cared for him was gone.
  Hassan’s depression returned, only even worse than before. He found solace within his antidepressants, pills, and drink. He eventually stepped down from his head position of the business and withdrew from the outside world. He had not fulfilled his mother’s last wish, to see him with children, a spouse. Happiness. There had to be something wrong with him if he couldn’t find himself to well, anyone really? No friends, not even a remotely close acquaintance. What kind of a man was he? Now, only his father was left to care about his failure child. He would be better off gone or dead.
  Recklessly, upon the night of the New Year (after a day of “celebrating” by drinking heavily), Hassan took antidepressants. He then took some sleeping pills as well. And then a bottle of liquor. He fell asleep that night, blissfully unaware of his own accidental death. His heart stopped beating. He died at around 11:57 p.m.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

Preferred method of RP :
  [paragraph/Script/Both] [Skype/Comments/Notes/DA Chat/Discord/Others]
Blacklist :
  fetishes--other than that I’m cool with whatever you’re up with
Timezone :
  MDT; UTC/GMT -6
Others/Trivia :
Bleached his hair out of an impulse decision when he was drunk and ended up liking it, his original hair color is black
Far more introverted than the average person
Speaks Arabic, Italian, French, and English -- [ for continuity, whenever he speaks a foreign language it will be italicized ]
Likes working alone and dislikes the idea of having to work together in large groups (wildly out of his comfort zone)
Has piercings with silver jewelry
Loves to drink his champagne and on the particularly hard days, beer
After his death, he bought a bakery a few months afterwards. He likes working there sometimes
He's very aromantic, it'd take a real bulldozer to get through the wall he put up