barrone, christian nikhill

[christian barrone]

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christian barrone, twenty four, local , pellucid .

NAME,

[/color] christian nikhill barrone.
NICKNAMES,[/color] call me chris, and i'll kill you. kay?
AGE,[/color] twenty-four
BIRTH DATE,[/color] march fifteenth
HOMETOWN,[/color] barcelos, portugal
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FAMILY,[/color]

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welcome to orlando, do you mind telling us how you came to be here ?

i rolled in on the orlando area because i most certainly was not going to let my little sisters come out here on there. especially not maya...don't tell her i said that. she'll hit me, i swear. umm, well to be honest, i really didn't want to let me sister come out here on their own. i worry about them to be honest and there are some true fuckin creepers in the world. i'm sure that dane, kingston, and dad can protect themselves from butthole attackers. well...maybe not kingston, he does that whole lover not a fighter thing. its because he's a tortured artist. anyways, i got a job offer out here too as soon as i put my resume out. i'm a twelfth grade world history teacher. the epitome of exciting, i know.

explain a day in your shoes, we want to know all the dirty secrets .

seriously, like minute by minute? well, you asked for it. it takes a while for me to register that i'm actually awake so i lay around for a while until my nervous system says 'hey. christian, what do you say we make something of your life today?' and i say 'you know, i don't know. these egyptian cotton sheets are pretty endearing' but soon enough, that conscience gets the best of me, and i rolled over continuously in my bed until i either a. roll over max (my dog) b. i roll off the bed and suavely land on my feet because i'm slick like that. since its around five am around there its not light out, and i'm still as blind as a bad because my contacts aren't in so naturally a few walls play their oh so hilarious jokes and stand in front of me on my desperate search for the bathroom. but soon enough i can find it. and flick on the light, and slip on my contacts. from there i grab my towel and hop onto the treadmill down the hall for about fifteen - twenty five minutes while catching up on my episodes of the bad girls club. when that's done, i hop in the shower and clean my 'luscious' bod, before hopping on out and slipping on the big boy clothes for school. make some toast, and have some cocoa pebbles and grab my papers and junk and slip them in my satchel. (NOT MANPURSE. SATCHEL DAMNIT)

from then on, its off to school which is busy, annoying and fun at the same time. i'm the chill teacher, because i really hate giving myself a headache over kids that don't do their work. you don't want to graduate? not my problem, i'm here to help, not push. anyways, i'm the only world history teacher, so i've got periods one, three, four, five, and eight to teach and periods six and seven are my lunch/off periods where i hit on the hot spanish teacher with my portuguese skill (she likes to see how much she can understand but she just really likes the attention. not that i mind heh..) and ninth period, i have a study hall in my class room. after school, i get a half hour to myself before i coach the varsity soccer team with the eleventh grade english teacher mr. stazzone. the team's pretty cool, all the guys have talent so they're easy to work with. after work, generally its going home, grading papers, having maya barge into my house and talk about her scripts and shit, or me her and jess go out to dinner. they try to drag me out to a bar or something, but i know i have to get home. sometimes i'll go for a drink to humor them or they'll come back to my house til i kick them out. then its usually me, in my bed with my glasses on, watching family guy with chips or ice cream til i fall asleep.

one weekends its a completely different story. lets just hope you never see one of your students at a club on a saturday night....and not have that student dance all over you. talk about awkward...

what is the most significant event in your life ?

a significant event in my life. well on a more serious note. one moment in my life that made me the most impact on me was my mother's funeral back in portugal. she'd said in her last week that she'd wanted to be buried in portugal instead of russia because its where he life took the best turn. she got married there, started her family there and loved it there. the funeral was beautiful in the most bittersweet way. i know that sounds weird and maybe even bad coming from her son. in no way was it a happy moment, because she shouldn't have been taken from us and there was no closure, but everything was so beautifully heartbreaking about it. there were doves let go by each one of us her children so symbolize a piece of her spirit watching over each of us. there were white roses skewn about, and the apple blossoms on trees laid their lilac petals all over. my father was a wreck, so much so that he could hardly even get through his speech. i could practically hear my hear breaking in my ears. i've never felt worse in my life. not even with natasha.

everyone has a story, a bit of background information, surely you do to, mind sharing ?

back in the day, cristiano barrone was born to a broken family of a tortured mother and a blatantly careless father. from the first day on the earth as a child cristiano and his father nikolai were doomed to never have a legitimate relationship like any other father and son, and it started with the absence of nikolai at cristiano's (the third child born to violet and nikolai) birth. growing older, cristiano came to understand that being the head of the barrone trade enterprise requires being on call or always available but seeing the way nikolai went about things and the way he treated violet made him completely disappointed in his father. like his brothers and sister (victor, marcas, and dahlia), cristiano developed a strong dislike for his father, and steered closer to their mother who needed all the help she could get around their lush portugese residence, and emotionally. when not at home tending to his crumbling family, cristiano attended private school in their hometown of barcelos. with dreams of making it onto their national soccer team, cristiano worked at his craft, winning awards, and recognition for his skill as a sweeper on his school's team.

the championship game of his career, in high school that decided their fate in nationals, a collision with another player caused the tearing of his acl and the eventual end to his short lived soccer career. with no other options, cristiano was forced to take over the family oil company when all of his siblings passed up the offer to move on to their own delights. one thing that cristiano vowed to himself upon taking on the career was an even balance among work, and his personal life. so by immersing himself in the company, cristiano expanded the enterprise by opening trade with newer countries and flexing their requirements to tend to lower offers, eventually opening up a larger market for their trade, and raking in more money that his now deadbeat father ever could. it wasn't until age 34 that cristiano, decided to pull on the breaks a bit and settle down with moro narcrova, the daughter of a russian client of his that he'd met when her father baruch nacrova invited cristiano to a gala in pskov, russia. it was only after a few mere glances from across the room and a short couple dances that cristiano had her giggling at all of his poor efforts for jokes, and attempts at wooing her.

it was a mere two years later that the two married, in a sunny lisbon portugal reception where the two would settle down and start their family after two years. cristiano made sure to not only himself and moro that no matter how immersed in work he became he would never forget about her, or treat her in anyway how his father treated his own mother. after two years of marriage, the first of their eventual five children was born, dane marcelho barrone to the couple, both immersed in baby joy immediately decided to conceive again, and at dane's age of one year and three months, another boy was born under the name of christian nikhill barrone. the healthy nine pound, eight ounce baby was served as the beginning of moro's love for being a mother. the pure joy she emitted after having christian was the sign to cristiano that she was no where near done. pleased with their growing family, moro and cristiano enjoyed their two sons, and after two years, moro conceived once more, birthing their third son kingston xenik barrone, with three sons already moro took into account her desperate want for a baby girl.

growing up in the barrone family, he always felt there was a struggle to prove himself even from an age too young to do so. somehow christian always felt the need to one up his older brother dane, who in the eyes of his father is the golden boy of the family even to this day, and as his mother kept popping out babies -against her doctor's wishes- christian could feel that pressure increasing. as he grew older and older, christian began to idolize his brother rather than compete with him. christian was perfectly fine with his brother being the poster boy of the barrone family as the first born. the accepting of the fact that dane had the determination to do certain things well that christian sometimes lacked came much later on in his life. christian was there to sigh and shrug like he knew it was coming when dane decided to go pre-med in his second year of college. shocker, shocker.

like some second born children, chrisitan began to grow into more rebellious and vibrant child of the family; the shoes that dane and none of his other siblings until maya -the first born daughter- seemed to be able to fill. with his love for trouble making starting at age six after locking kingston in a kitchen cubbard for five minutes, christian showed promise in some eyes, but fear in his mother's. the ring leader of the family growing up was the ideal older brother for fun and a good time, while dane became the one to look to for help on your homework. kingston, maya, and jessica to this day all show personality traits of christian such as the boyish charm, sarcastic tone, and even somehow a responsible attitude that was rare but did show in christian.

elementary school for christian was a new beginning. as predicted by moro, christian was a hit among the children. he had a certain charisma that she said was a little too illuminated for a kid his age but would work well for him later on in life. like at home, christian developed a little following, and a group of friends that would last him through middle school and high school. middle and high school were typical except for the fact of growing up in portugal and attending the special middle schools, and prep schools that barrone family's money was worthy of. each barrone child would learn the basics of the portuguese schools, though christian showed to have more of an issue with it than the others. the over-zealous child thankfully had a fifth grade teacher that would become very influential on his little life so far. the wild child would be sat down and told the importance of being respectful and not pulling on little veronica isaldo's pony tails in class.

junior high and high school at st. ana's academy showed the metamorphosis of christian barrone from just your typical trouble maker into something a little more different. a little deeper. junior high school in portugal set in the belief of honoring family. making yourself into someone presentable, something that cristiano had highlighted for his family at home. the responsibility of looking out for his siblings didn't set in until kingston began to get into trouble at the end of elementary school with the same kid over and over, and after standing up for his little brother its was if everything fell into place, and over the years christian's trouble making reduced to a dull roar. instead it was replaced by a sarcastic persona, and a sly smooth talking mouth.

the same charisma that moro spoke of evolved a bit and like any other teenage boy, christian used it in a way that benefited him most. girls. not to mention his skill on the soccer field but that lacked the importance to him than it did to his father in high school. instead of sports, christian shocked most of his family by showing his dedication instead to an academic aspect of school; world history, and when he eventually graduated high school, his major as world history with a minor in education declared, he shocked most of his family. graduating with honors, and as the fifth highest in his class, christian was accepted to portugal's most prestigious university alongside dane. life became simpler after high school or so it seemed. still attending family gatherings in both cities around portugal, and in pskov, russia to his mother's family, christian and dane both were definitely at better places in their lives. christian didn't realize this as much until his sophomore year of college while meeting a student from the us who'd come to portugal to study at his college by the name of natasha nichols. they'd met in his introductory study of education class, when he'd arrived late and slipped in through the back door she offered him a seat. it was history from there. christian's college love was with him through almost everything until the end of his senior year. it was something little at a friend's party, another drunken argument about what they were going to do with their future, natasha was never thinking of their future, but christian sure was. he wanted to be settling down by the time he graduated and wanted it with no one else but her. but she didn't share the same views on everything as he did, and when he walked out on her, he didn't come back.

to christian, from there it seemed as if his life had taken on a downward spiral. he regretted never going back for natasha, and never trying to fix things. his college soccer career ended in a rather lackluster way because even though he had no interest in playing professionally he thought he would've at least gotten an offer or two. on the better side of things, christian graduated college with honors and a masters in world history. it was only when he began his student teaching that things got worse than he could've imagined. the entire barrone family was at a wedding of their cousins in funchal when christian had gotten the news from an uncle who made the mistake of unveiling the truth that the kids had all been wondering about. their mother had ovarian cancer. things were harder to push away from christian than any of his other siblings because of the thing he'd witnessed. all those 'doctor's check ups' a trip to visit their grandmothers and cousins a couple cities away were all lies. its not they were any good at masking the fact that moro was growing paler paler, not to mention thin as a frail. she looked fragile enough that a feather could break her shoulder if it landed on it. the overnight trips were the operations being done, and with every bit more knowledge that the barrone children gained on the issue, the more angry they all became. even christian, one of the older children, couldn't understand why this would be kept a secret. why wouldn't she want to spend the time she was allotted left with her family? he still doesn't get it to this day.

it was a sunday before the annual family gathering that it'd finally happened. the kids were becoming accustomed to making breakfast for their parents every sunday now that their mother was sick, and it was a normal weekend. dane, christian and kingston were home from college to spend their time. the house chef helped of course, or else things would get ugly. the table was beautifully set up with an array of breakfast foods, their parents favorites but the guests of honor never arrived. christian was the one assigned to go get them even as he pushed the nervous and bad feelings to the pit of his stomach. he walked up the many stairs of their lisbon villa to the master bedroom, knocking slight and disturbing the eerily quiet aura of the top floor of the house. he opened the large doors the grand bedroom to find his frail, and now cyan colored mother lying in the tight arms of his father who's tears were sliding quickly down his cheeks and onto her forehead. he closed the door as he went back into the hallway. he could feel the color drain from his face, his body felt completely numb but kept moving him downstairs to the dining room, he stopped in the door way and waited for the silence of his siblings who's faced fell at his a glance of his own. he only asked them to call the ambulance. its all he had to say.

quickly after her funeral, cristiano up and moved the entire family away from portugal and overseas to the us after he grew hurt more and more and tired of hearing the family ask about how they were doing constantly. he needed to be away from the reminder of her, and he took his kids with him for support. they settled in seattle. dane got a job at the city's major hospital, and the other taking care of their own business. but after a year, jessica and maya decided to up and move out to orlando, and of course as the protective older brother, christian movd out as well. christian landing a new job as the world history teacher at an orlando high school, while kingston finishes college in seattle, and jessica and maya live out in orlando with him. cristiano still operated the trade company from seattle opting for it over the more bustly manhattan location, but its obvious that he's not ever going to be the same.

fears, goals, dreams, why dont you tell us where you wish to be in five years time ?

well, i'm pretty good where i am right now. i hope to still be teaching, who knows if it'll be at this school. since i'm twenty four now, i'm hoping that by twenty nine i'll have found someone to settle down with because let's face it. i might as well be a woman. i sit in my bed at night with my glasses, and eat ice cream while watching tv. not exactly the most productive thing i could be doing as a man. i just want to be happy, and be able to settle down. i could take care of someone, i've got the supplies, i just need the candidate.

just one last question, what are three things you cant live without .

my family, my car (68 camaro, its hot, its sexy, its badass), and my crackberry because yes, i am addicted.

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