COBRANI, Damien Michael (Finito)

[damien michael cobrani]

DAMIEN - MICHAEL - COBRANI ,

nicknames ,
- - - Dami
age ,
- - - 18
occupation ,
- - - Student
member group ,
- - - Senior

personality ,
- - -
+ Violent
+ Agressive
+ Passionate
+ Vindictive
+ Unforgiving
+ Loving
+ Loyal
+ Honest
+ Artistic
+ Self-Destructive

family ,
- - -
+ Father: Michael Antonio Cobrani (Deceased)
+ Mother: Andrea D'Rossi Cobrani (Deceased)
+ Uncle: Luciano Giovanni Cobrani (Surrogate Father)
history ,
- - - It was a nice May 15th in Queens, New York. Little Damien, or Il Piccolo Principe as his uncles would call him was playing with his birthday present in the main room. He was born in Sicily, but had moved to Queens when he was two. His parents wanted him to have a new life in America, and they where going to give him everything they could. The main gift he got was a symbol of this. It was a a little caterpillar truck for little kids could ride in. So Damien was pretending to be working for his Daddy's company, Cobrani demolition when a knock came to the door. At five years-old Little Dami was astute about the world around him and looked up to his mom. She was sitting there reading the paper. What Damien remembers most though was that she was wearing a deep red lipstick, bringing out the spark in her smile. She reminded him of a vampire.
Damien looked up and told her the door was knocking. She smiled and nodded, getting up from her paper. Patting his head she opened the door.
"Yes?" She asked. This is where Damien's life turned for the worst. With one shot through the forehead, Damien's mother collapsed with Damien there to see. Without a blink, his dad new and flew through the kitchen. He had been eating a sandwich. He got out his 9 mil. from the cabinet and began firing blindly. He missed, and the men took him out in a hail of gunfire at 8:24 A.M. Then the men took their sights at the baby boy in the toy car. Pretending he was in a car chase, Damien pedaled his little legs for his life as the men shot at him, grazing his shoulder. Damien never felt a pain like this before. His entire shoulder went numb but he flew behind the house to the backyard, when he heard sirens. The men fled, and Damien was left alone in the backyard weeping. "Mommy, Daddy...please...wake up."
He would say it again over and over as the police came and took the bodies. The papers and children would say good riddance, his parents where mobsters! All the such and such and such that made Damien become more and more closed. His uncle eventually took him in and seven years later he learned everything.
His family was driven into hiding, from a rival gang. He now lived in Manhattan with his uncle, a major developer of machinery that made the clothes for Armani, which led to his collection of suits. There in a socialite birthday, he learned his destiny. The men left in the family had left the seat of Don waiting for Damien to come of age. His family, had been taken out in one clean hit by a rival gang in Queens and were sent into Manhattan. He had to restore the family and take vendetta for his parents.
Learning everything he needed, Damien decided that this was to be so and began plotting his rise. He became almost obsessed with preparation and learning of warfare, Damien decided to become part of the heritage of West Point and learn to take swift revenge. It was written in stone.
Damien Cobrani would have his revenge!
There it began. His uncle gave him the childhood of a Manhattan socialite. That did not change any bit though of what it was like for him. He always felt the outsider with the rich kids, and hell if he would allow the family's future in a New York public school. Damien and he knew that if he went, he would be dead. Those gangs would despise him to the point of a drive-by without any hesitation. So his uncle was determined to only give him the best. West Point always seemed in Damien's grasp, so his uncle found a college prep school online. It was nice and for sure not a school that would allow any outside gang affiliations! This school was undoubtedly perfect but with a hefty price tag.
Damien's uncle, although wealthy, had kept the money under wraps just in case he was spotted. So Damien decided to help get his tuition money.
So at age 13, Damien began working for his Uncle's company. Although underage, he hid it will with a developed body. If anyone asked, he was 16 and had a work permit to prove it. Forged or not, it didn't matter. Damien was making money.
So with that attitude, Damien worked fast and began making money any which way he could. That even included smuggling some suits out and selling them in Chinatown for the highest bidder! So by that summer, with all the work that came to it, Damien was able to enroll at Hakebourne out in California.
There Damien drove himself to his own perfections. In no time, Damien was the Quarterback of the school's football team and was involved in numerous school clubs. Though this would change, as now the school collapsed and decided to join an all-female school. Damien took this as an insult. Why take away his legacy and tarnish it so?
It left Damien furious, though no matter. His ambition is strong enough to move as well.

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They call this place a throne room.
A palace.
A monument to those ego-maniacal people who care about nothing but their superficial things, in their little superficial world. They're Barbie Dolls destined to Paper Towns and Little Boxes. They follow the same things that the other do. They are spoiled and disgusting.
Sure they look pretty, but inside it's a violent goo that threatens to devour the human population!
A second gilded age indeed! A society controlled by wealth and Gatsbian ideals. We are still chasing the Jones' and that is purely destructive. The recession was made from this!
Damien hated this. There under the flowers, Damien lay. It was late at night and he chose this time for that reason. At 2 AM, New York's lights where at it's dimmest and you can see some faint hope of stars! There were stars out tonight and Damien was pleased. With a moleskine out, Damien lay in his black Armani suit and drew a girl. He didn't know who she was, but he just felt like drawing something inspired. The moon was full of light blessed from Diana!
It was spectacular. Something he felt blessed to see. Let those diamonds feel wealth was all that mattered, he knew what did. The stars blessed everyone the same way and everyone saw the moon the same. It's full character was at force and not one person could claim it. For it was not held by person or country or corporation. It's celestial glow was a part of them all.
The azaleas were at full bloom and their scents filled the air and covered Damien's suit. The jacket was warm in this cool night and he could feel at peace. His hair was let out and full, no gel. His eyes where bright, and the world seemed nice. Damien finally felt he could let go. Maybe he was breaking curfew, or archaic territory. Who gave a damn? Was this the world that they were to create?
Wasn't this the place to let their minds flourish? Not constrain themselves to an ethereal thought of territory and hate. Were they so segregated?
West Point was supposed to be like this, so maybe this was good preparation. Albeit all these constraints felt flawed. It truly felt flawed. A flawed place for a flawed world huh? This was a place made for the people of this new world. It was insane and broken, just created for them to feel the trapped circles that surrounded them on a day to day basis.

A flawed place for a flawed world.