Post by Uriel on Aug 24, 2009 9:29:45 GMT -5
Uriel Alessandri Gotti
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name:It starts with an S and ends with -isco
Age:Classified
Roleplaying Experience: Long time
How you found the site: Classified
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&&--The character cheat sheet
[/size][/center]Name: Uriel Alessandri Gotti
Gender: Hermaphrodite
Age: 16
Hair Color: Chocolate brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Skin Tone: Lightly tan with warm undertones
Height: 5 feet, 7 inches
Weight: 137 lbs
Wealth: Well-off
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Why they are in La Campana:
A very traumatizing and socially destructive event happened in Uriel's life, and to save face in his community and to escape the disappointment of his parents, Uriel agreed to go to an overseas boarding school that should hopefully be kinder to someone like him. He needed time to heal in a more supportive environment and to refocus himself on his academics rather than the confused mess of a person he feels that he's become.
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[/size][/center]Likes:
-Lakes and swimming
-Pears
-Reading classics
-Chocolate
-Ice cream
-Colorful scarves
-Comfy clothes that are still tasteful
-Quiet time
-Early morning sunshine
-Fresh snow
-Creeks with mossy banks
-Varied styles of music, from classical to pop
-Watercolor painting
-Singing
Dislikes:
-Being touched unexpectedly
-Dark streets
-Loud people
-Being alone and hearing strangers wander close by
-Bland foods
-Threatening people
-November weather
-Pain
-Large dogs
-Overly touchy people
-Worms
-Crows
-Stark environments
-Locker rooms
Turn Ons:
-Good listeners
-A very good book
-Intelligence
-Someone good with animals
-An open mind, but grounded
Turn Offs:
- Possessiveness/Obsession
- Forceful people
- Having anyone hang around him for longer than needed
- Having lots of attention directed at him
Nervous Habits:
- Hugging himself or rubbing his arms
- Flinching at little things
- Glancing around often, especially over his shoulder
- Refusing to go out alone at night
Fears:
- Getting raped and/or killed by his former attacker
- Going home to have something awful happen
- Never being able to to restore his dignity or image
- Having something happen here at La Campana like what happened at home
Goals/Aspirations:
-Get his life back on track, heal
- Find a career in the arts, perhaps as a curator
- Create some close, dependable friendships
- Restore his standing with his parents, earn their love back
Appearance:
Uriel is a slight creature, standing at a moderate height with a slim build that looks deceptively feminine. While he has a very attractive figure, slim and on the willowy side, Uriel tends to cover it in modest attire. He used to wear more feminine clothes but recently has started wearing whatever he finds comfortable, be that girls' skinny jeans one day and boy's cargo pants the next. He still has a fondness for zippered hoodies, along with polo shirts and comfy, sedately colored sweaters. His hair is chocolate brown, is naturally wavy and falls a little beyond his jawline, with just enough to pull back into a small ponytail and frame his delicate face with the remaining bangs.
He has a gentle demeanor and soft hazel eyes that have recently taken up a glazed, withdrawn look to them. While his skin is naturally tan and speaks of his Italian heritage, Uriel seems a bit paler than usual. He can often be found tucked into a corner or walking around with Grover in his arms, usually not drawing al that much attention to himself. Even with the unusual pet of a skunk, Uriel manages to keep out of the spotlight fairly well.
Personality:
For the most part, Uriel is an agreeable person. Up until recently he smiled easily and was a fairly social individual, but over the last few months he seems to have shut down some. While he remains the gentle and considerate person he used to be, he has notably withdrawn from social settings, opting to stay in secure areas and not going out past dark if he can help it. He's fairly quiet until someone initiates conversation, unless he's really feeling outgoing that day. For the most part he's content to try and fade into the background.
Uriel still enjoys interacting with others and has a fondness for both the performing and visual arts, but has recently engaged himself in playing the piano and sticking to activities that don't require him to be out late. Some of his favorite composers include Rachmaninoff, Pachelbel, Stravinsky, and Bach, among others. Aside from playing the piano or scratching away in his sketchbook, Uriel takes great pleasure in spending time with Grover, his domesticated skunk. Uriel was allergic to cats and his parents refused to get a dog, and since Uriel was the one to do all the research on this animal and was the one who paid the breeder and got Grover all his necessary surgeries, his parents let him keep the unorthodox little creature.
Uriel finds him to be the perfect pet, and the slight skunky smell that Grover will always have isn't enough to be a problem. In all honesty, he likes the slight scent that Grover has.
It's been hinted at before, but Uriel tends to be a rather performance-driven person. When he starts on a job or a project he won't quit until he's satisfied with the outcome. When he doesn't complete something to the best of his ability, he feels as if he has failed horribly and doesn't deserve and sort of acknowledgment for what he did get done. He tends to do a good job of stuffing the feelings back, at least when he's around others, but nevertheless Uriel will try to make up for his shortcomings in some way or another. [/font]
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[/size][/center]Father:
Joseph Gotti, 45
Mother:
Elaine Gotti, 37
Sibling/s:
None
Other important relatives:
None
Pets:
Grover, 3 years old
Domesticated Skunk
History:
Uriel had always been a good kid. He was involved with school and community events, was smart and intuitive, but was mostly known for being a gentle and sweet individual. While he wasn't all that widely-known in his town, there were still quite a few people that he was acquainted with and still others who knew of him through his parents. Everyone who knew Uriel also knew that he preferred to involve himself in the backstage efforts of the events and projects he worked on, they knew that he was generally the quiet, androgynous figure who liked to make sure things worked smoothly.
Without too many personal enemies that he or anyone else knew about, it really would be a wonder that Uriel ended up at La Campana.
Uriel's parents were the busy sort of people; they were far more involved with their business lives than that of their child who was old enough to look out for himself. He usually did a pretty good job of that, but there was always the risk of an accident. The school and community projects that he threw himself into often ended up with him having to find his way home late at night. Distance-wise, it was never a big deal for him to walk from whatever center or school to his home, and on most foul nights he could catch a ride home. Dear Uriel didn't have a car, and at 16, wasn't allowed to drive on his own anyways. Nothing usually ever happened on his walks home and he had the safety feature of a cell phone on him at all times.
Remember the mention of Uriel not having any enemies? That was true, but only partially. Uriel looked like a girl most of the time and had most of his acquaintances thinking that he really was female, which had him repeatedly refusing any advances of interested individuals. Of course that broke a few hearts, but none of them suffered more than a young man who happened to be two years senior to Uriel. Every single request to take that pretty little girl out on a date had been gently denied, but with the increasing number of denials did nothing but make him want Uriel more. He became obsessive about the other, who unfortunately didn't see the warning signs. Uriel stayed silent about the increased pestering; his parents had no interest in his life outside of his grades and good standing anyways. So he ignored it and went on with his life, figuring that eventually this friend of his would move on to someone else when he realized that nothing would work out between them.
Things did in fact quiet down for a while, up until one late evening when Uriel was making his usual trek home. He was still a good twenty minutes or so away from his house and in the thick of the business district when his obsessive friend caught up, saying that he wanted to walk the rest of the way home with him. Uriel saw nothing wrong with that and agreed, only growing worried when his pal continued touching his shoulders and back. The touches kept getting more possesive as they walked, leading Uriel to start thinking that something wasn't right. He had the smart idea to increase his pace and keep hold of his phone, but the other boy wasn't about to let Uriel slip away so easily.
Uriel was going to be his, no matter what it took.
Nobody noticed when the two veered off into an alleyway, Uriel held firmly around the shoulders with a knife pressed threateningly against his ribs. Too scared to cry out for help, and knowing full well that at 9:00 pm aid wasn't going to come in time, Uriel silently went where his friend pushed him. He tried to reason with the other as he fumbled to dial 911 with his coat still in his pocket, but nothing he said went past the other's ears. He never got to finish dialing for help when his wrists got pinned to the wall of an empty store, and any thought of that vanished when his attacker's free hand started going places it wasn't invited to.
He remembers in vivid detail the look of shock and disgust on the other's face when he realized that Uriel had more down there than any normal girl (or boy) should ever have. But the worst part was the rage that quickly contorted his attacker's face, and the acts that followed. Uriel remembered sobbing and pleading when he was thrown down, but nothing he said made any difference to what happened.
Uriel laid in that alleyway for a while after his attacker left, still too scared and shocked to comprehend anything except for the last threat that had been hissed in his ear.
"If you tell anyone, I will ruin you."
Uriel believed that the other would keep his word. So he picked his battered self up, readjusted his clothes, and limped the rest of the way home. His parents weren't around to see the mess he was, which was just as well.
The following weeks saw Uriel withdraw from all of his activities and stay safely in his room with every window and door locked and covered. He tried his best to hide from the world and keep his "promise" to not tell and therefore save the rest of his dignity, but his former friend saw no reason not to expose Uriel's dirty little secret. News spread of Uriel's hermaphroditic condition and in general was met with skepticism, but his parents nevertheless were not pleased with this circulating "rumor".
When they drilled him as to how those rumors got started, Uriel still chose not to tell them the truth about the rape that caused all this; due to his fear of what would happen if his attacker found him before the police arrested him. Instead he told them that it was his fault the information had gotten out. He fed them a story about how he had made an unwise decision to get drunk, which resulted in sex with a person he couldn't remember, which resulted in the rumors. His parents were, to put it lightly, disgusted with their son's behavior. Not surprisingly, so was he. In the aftermath of his "confession", Uriel decided that the best way to deal with this situation was to leave the area for a while and allow his parents to live without the disgrace he'd caused them. He applied for La Campana and got accepted into the school; his parents were glad enough to send him off to the reform school where he could rebuild his reputation.
At the school and away from the humiliation of life in his old town, Uriel is adjusting and slowly working towards making his life normal again.
Roleplaying Sample:
It had been difficult to get out of bed recently. It was already Tuesday and he had missed school the day before, but while skipping school would usually bother him, this week he didn't care. Since Friday evening he had laid wrapped up in his blankets with the lights off and his room tightly locked up, drifting in and out of a fitful sleep. He had only gotten up to use the bathroom or take care of Grover's needs. It had been almost four days now and he hadn't eaten, but Uriel couldn't honestly say that he cared about even that.
Daylight crept in between the cracks of his shutters, cutting orange lines across the wall and floor. Uriel watched the light waver and shake as the wind outside shook the shutters and the tree beyond them, those hazel eyes of his glazed over and drawn. For a very long time he remained still, waiting for his eyes to start feeling sticky and dry before he allowed himself to close them. He didn't want to feel anything anymore and at the moment had several doses of prescription pain medication to thank for the temporary relieve from his rational mind. Even in his medicated haze, Uriel found himself looking at the hazy outline of the stolen bottle again, noting that the contents were looking a bit depleted. His arm felt insubstantial as he raised it to take the container. After a few lazy tries, he eventually got a hold of the bottle and held it above his face, tilting it this way and that as he curiously watched the way his fingers pressed against the transparent orange plastic.
He barely registered it when his arm flopped back down, but the rattling of the pills pulled him out of his stupor for a brief moment. Uriel glanced over the side of the bed but didn't see the bottle hiding in the shadows. He didn't mind; in a few minutes the pills were all but forgotten and he was back to watching the sunlight waver weakly on his wall. After a time, Uriel blinked back into a semblance of awareness when he heard a rustling noise. His attempt to sit upright in a muddled moment of terror failed and he dropped back against his pillows while the world spun around him. Wary eyes picked across his darkened room, only to focus and then relax when a familiar pressure found its way up onto his bed. Grover waddled up to him, snuffling curiously and licking at Uriel's face. The boy mumbled something and patted the animal's head, pulling the skunk close to him, between his chest and neck.
"You're always gonna love me, right?" Uriel asked the question in a muddle whispered, burying his face into his pet's fur. Grover answered with a snuffly noise and a lick to Uriel's cheek, then resumed tucking himself up for a nap.
" 'S all I wanted to know."
Uriel ran his fingers through Grover's fur idly, still glazed over from the drugs. Sleep would be achieved through those means, sleep without all of the terrifying thoughts that had been plaguing him since the incident on Friday.
He drifted back into a light sleep to the watery movements of the sunlit bars on his wall, to a place where, for now, he'd be safe from the storm life had thrown at him.
