Cory Napolitano
POSTED ON Feb 8, 2024 1:20:40 GMT -5
Post by Cory Napolitano on Feb 8, 2024 1:20:40 GMT -5
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POSITIVE hardworking, loyal, reliable, protective, kind
NEGATIVE reserved, impressionable, insecure, excitible, escapist
LIKES motorcycles, cooking, family, fresh air, long manes
DISLIKES being judged, conflict, bad food, cheap wine, check engine lights
QUIRKS/FUN FACTS Only ride is a motorcycle. Hell of a cook and a pretty decent mechanic.
It was a Hollywood-style love story— Giancarlo Napolitano, an NYPD police officer, met Luciana Agosti when responding to a report of a robbery. Though he was as professional as they come, Giancarlo couldn't help but be taken by Luciana's beauty. Through conversation, he learned that she had recently moved to the United States from Italy and was completely overwhelmed by the city. Who would end up helping her see the sights and learn the ropes of the Big Apple? None other than Giancarlo, and just a year later they were wed. Having both come from large Italian families, they dreamed of a big family of their own... but admittedly not as big as it ended up being.
Giancarlo unashamedly wanted at least one son. It took seven tries to have that son; yes, Cory was lucky number seven, born after six sisters, and his parents decided to name him in honor of Giancarlo's NYPD partner Cory Larson. Sadly, Larson never got to meet his namesake, for he was shot and killed while on duty several years prior. Perhaps it was the name, but Giancarlo dreamed of seeing Cory follow in his footsteps and join the NYPD, but that wouldn't end up being in the cards, and not just because Cory much preferred shadowing his caterer mother in the kitchen, being fed little morsels by his older sisters.
Whether he realized it or not, Giancarlo put a lot of pressure on Cory. Pressure to succeed in everything he did, pressure to do well in school, pressure to stay fit so that one day he'd be built for the force, the whole nine yards. Cory crumbled like one of his mother's cannolis under that pressure. He wasn't exactly the smartest student, and the grades he brought home weren't well-received by his old man. The stress really got to Cory, which led to him being susceptible to persuasion by the wrong crowds. In high school, his boyfriend ended up being the worst influence of all. Sure, he got Cory into motorcycles, something he'd never regret, but ultimately he got Cory into a lot of bad things, too. Come to find out, he was dealing drugs... and once they graduated high school that led to even worse dealings.
Cory would hang out with the motorcycle club his boyfriend was an official member of. He never officially joined, but he was about as adjacent as a civilian could be. One night, there was... an incident. A disgruntled customer of his boyfriend's showed up looking to pick a fight, but he didn't show up alone. A fight ensued, and Cory ultimately ended up arrested on aggravated assault charges. Who put the handcuffs on him? His own father. Ultimately, Cory went to jail (and, honestly, it was probably surprising to everyone who knew him that he hadn't gone to jail beforehand for other things). His father visited him once early on... and barely said a word. The man just stared at his son, letting the look of disappointment on his face do all of the talking. It haunted Cory for all of the years he spent behind bars, even though his mother and sisters often wore encouraging smiles when they visited.
Recently released, Cory found that he couldn't go back to NYC. Not when his father still wouldn't talk to him. So he hopped onto his motorcycle and drove off... only stopping when he felt like he couldn't go on anymore. Settling in Breckenwood, he needed to get a job, and though he had absolutely no experience with horses (save for meeting the mounted unit of the NYPD on multiple occasions) he ended up with a stablehand job at Whittemore Estate. It wasn't his lack of horse experience that would end up being the tricky part, though. It was the fact that he lied about his past to hide his record, hoping if not even praying that it wouldn't come back to bite him...
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[attr="class","th th-flower-1-o"] CORY GIANCARLO NAPOLITANO
I know I'm not the devil 'cause I still can feel the pain | NICKNAMES n/a AGE 28 years old GENDER Male SEXUALITY Bisexual PRONOUNS he/him RELATIONSHIP STATUS Single ASTROLOGICAL Leo MEMBER GROUP Whittemore Estate RIDING DISCIPLINE None (yet) OCCUPATION Stablehand FACE CLAIM Theo Rossi PLAYED BY Mobius |
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PERSONALITY
POSITIVE hardworking, loyal, reliable, protective, kind
NEGATIVE reserved, impressionable, insecure, excitible, escapist
LIKES motorcycles, cooking, family, fresh air, long manes
DISLIKES being judged, conflict, bad food, cheap wine, check engine lights
QUIRKS/FUN FACTS Only ride is a motorcycle. Hell of a cook and a pretty decent mechanic.
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HISTORY
It was a Hollywood-style love story— Giancarlo Napolitano, an NYPD police officer, met Luciana Agosti when responding to a report of a robbery. Though he was as professional as they come, Giancarlo couldn't help but be taken by Luciana's beauty. Through conversation, he learned that she had recently moved to the United States from Italy and was completely overwhelmed by the city. Who would end up helping her see the sights and learn the ropes of the Big Apple? None other than Giancarlo, and just a year later they were wed. Having both come from large Italian families, they dreamed of a big family of their own... but admittedly not as big as it ended up being.
Giancarlo unashamedly wanted at least one son. It took seven tries to have that son; yes, Cory was lucky number seven, born after six sisters, and his parents decided to name him in honor of Giancarlo's NYPD partner Cory Larson. Sadly, Larson never got to meet his namesake, for he was shot and killed while on duty several years prior. Perhaps it was the name, but Giancarlo dreamed of seeing Cory follow in his footsteps and join the NYPD, but that wouldn't end up being in the cards, and not just because Cory much preferred shadowing his caterer mother in the kitchen, being fed little morsels by his older sisters.
Whether he realized it or not, Giancarlo put a lot of pressure on Cory. Pressure to succeed in everything he did, pressure to do well in school, pressure to stay fit so that one day he'd be built for the force, the whole nine yards. Cory crumbled like one of his mother's cannolis under that pressure. He wasn't exactly the smartest student, and the grades he brought home weren't well-received by his old man. The stress really got to Cory, which led to him being susceptible to persuasion by the wrong crowds. In high school, his boyfriend ended up being the worst influence of all. Sure, he got Cory into motorcycles, something he'd never regret, but ultimately he got Cory into a lot of bad things, too. Come to find out, he was dealing drugs... and once they graduated high school that led to even worse dealings.
Cory would hang out with the motorcycle club his boyfriend was an official member of. He never officially joined, but he was about as adjacent as a civilian could be. One night, there was... an incident. A disgruntled customer of his boyfriend's showed up looking to pick a fight, but he didn't show up alone. A fight ensued, and Cory ultimately ended up arrested on aggravated assault charges. Who put the handcuffs on him? His own father. Ultimately, Cory went to jail (and, honestly, it was probably surprising to everyone who knew him that he hadn't gone to jail beforehand for other things). His father visited him once early on... and barely said a word. The man just stared at his son, letting the look of disappointment on his face do all of the talking. It haunted Cory for all of the years he spent behind bars, even though his mother and sisters often wore encouraging smiles when they visited.
Recently released, Cory found that he couldn't go back to NYC. Not when his father still wouldn't talk to him. So he hopped onto his motorcycle and drove off... only stopping when he felt like he couldn't go on anymore. Settling in Breckenwood, he needed to get a job, and though he had absolutely no experience with horses (save for meeting the mounted unit of the NYPD on multiple occasions) he ended up with a stablehand job at Whittemore Estate. It wasn't his lack of horse experience that would end up being the tricky part, though. It was the fact that he lied about his past to hide his record, hoping if not even praying that it wouldn't come back to bite him...
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