Francesco De Angelis

Francesco is a cisgendered man who stands at about 6'1 without boots on, weighing in at about 195lbs. He has dark brown eyes with even darker hair, a rugged complexion and tends to keep his facial hair to a shadow or clean shaven. The man is usually seen dressed casually or in fitness wear.

💚 - Positive
🤍 - Neutral
♥️ - Negative

💚 C.C
"A good worker who minds their own."

🤍 P.R
"Seen them working out, best thing to bide the time."

🤍 C.M
"Seen him around, fine enough."

Anonymous logs of Francesco's fighting across the season.

Francesco de Angelis (English translation: "Free man of angels") was born in Kentucky, America, in 1982 to his mother, Rosa de Angelis, a housewife who had a love for insects and cooking, and his father, Luciano de Angelis, a tailor who had a love for his craft, and his family. The three grew up in a less than fortunate situation, having all been cramped inside of the one trailer off Dixie, but they had made it work. [ Redacted ] the event played a large part in convincing the two that they would raise their soon to be born son in Kentucky, a place where a few other members of the de Angelis family had lived. Growing up, Francesco had been a thrill seeker, a trait given to him by the countless boring hours spent sitting in on English tutoring, hosted by a couple in the trailer park who had agreed to help out the family. During his free time the boy had grown a love for sports and physical games, such as tag, red rover, and anything else they could come up with to pass the time until the street lights had come on. When the tutoring had neared its end, a few years after it began, Francesco had begun schooling with other kids his age. Francesco's grades were exceptionally good for a child, his parents attended every event, and soon elementary school had come and gone. Junior high was when Francesco began to burn out, his grades dropped significantly, the same as his attendance, and he had even begun smoking to
impress a girl he liked who graduated the very next year. High school had the most impact on the teen, he began trying at his grades again (the electives, at least), and smoking had become a full on habit of his, much to the dismay of his parents, who were just relieved the boy hadn't been in to anything worse, and he could always take the GED, the closest thing America had to the CPIA that Francesco's father had attended, they thought. During his second year Francesco had picked up boxing at the YMCA, paid for by his parents with the promise he would get his grades up, and start fixing his attendance, at least going to half the classes. He gladly accepted the terms, working out that he would attend every day, though only getting through his electives, as sitting in a classroom had been too much for him, and cutting back on smoking, this had been acceptable to his parents, who thought they were getting a good deal. Every day Francesco would wake up, help his father with the tailoring business either by mending or adding patches/designs to the orders, and then head toward school, where he would bum a cigarette off one of the older kids and loiter around the parking lot until it came time for home economics, gym, or culinary arts, achieving an A-minus in most of them. The school had a few special holidays they had made up in order to boost student
morale, the intended effect having a strong hold on the man, as he had been a huge fan of movie day, where they would play movies in the student's homerooms and give them half the day off. It was during these days where Mr. Green, the social studies teacher, had begun playing the Rocky movies. The movies had been a strong motivation in Francesco's life for fitness, he made sure he was sitting the closest to the carted-in television and began begging his parents to buy him clothes similar to his idol's. After graduation Francesco still took to helping his family in the tailoring business, his skills having improved significantly after taking four semesters' worth of classes and catching up on his math for measurements and other skills that would benefit him in his trade. After taking a gap year to
help with the family's small business, Francesco took to attending college for further learning. The requirements for entry had been rather low, the only obstacle in his way was sitting through a class, but it had been on a topic he was interested in, and so, he suffered through every moment of it. Over the course of four years Francesco was now twenty five, and after a mountain of student debt, he had achieved a certificate in tailoring alterations, a diploma in apparel and design manufacturing, and lastly, the most painful of the programs, a two year course focused on costume and textile productions, which earned him an associate of applied science in costume and textile production. By the time Francesco had been finished with his schooling, the burnout had been almost too much for him. Thankfully he had fitness and boxing to turn toward. He didn’t use his college degrees for another while, this had led to him getting in better shape and, with time, back to a normal state of mind. Back to his family's tailoring shop tucked away in the back of a dry cleaner, the man had been put hard to work by his father, often having to spend late nights finishing up orders and sewing for his parents, neither of which he minded given it wasn't just a job (The rest is private, no lore for you!)

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My time zone is NDT (Newfoundland day time) And I'm available usually after 2:30 unless I'm doing something!

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