Post by righthandofcurry on Jan 28, 2010 19:48:51 GMT -5
Levian Serat Desentaro
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: Taizen
Age: 19
Roleplaying Experience: Um… a while?
How you found the site: I have another character. ;3
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[/size][/center]Name: Levian Serat Desentaro
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Hair Color: Platinum Blonde (Silver?)
Eye Color: Olive
Skin Tone: Indian
Height: 6”
Weight: 180
Wealth: Below the poverty line
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Why they are in La Campana: "I… needed a job?"[/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes:
- Curry
- Indian Culture
- Acting Like The “Prince In Shining Armor”
- Martial Arts
-Merciful People
-Caring For The Sick And Weak
-People Who Value Others Over Themselves
-Pleasing Others
-Being Loved
-Making Others Happy
-Gardening
-Physical Activity
-Speaking Loudly (especially when it’s quiet)
Dislikes:
-Death
-Being Ignored
-Ignorance
-Racism
-Being Told To ‘Shut Up’
-Insults
-Vulgarity
-Hateful People
-Those Who Hate Indian Food
-Smartasses
Turn Ons:
-Nudity (He’s not a lolicon!)
-Kindness
-Flirtatious Boys
-People Who Love His Curry
Turn Offs:
-Racism
-People Who Flaunt Themselves Like Whores
-Stuck-Up, Greedy Rich People
-Criticism (only when it comes to his curry)
Nervous Habits: He has several nervous habits. His two most predominating are a) fiddling with the gauze that’s wrapped around his right hand, and b) twirling his hair around his fingers. He also tends to whistle in an asinine, tuneless manner.
Fears: Levian fears quite a few things, prime among them being: large bodies of water, a companion’s death, being fired, and forgetting how to make curry. Another of his most predominating fears is, ironically, a fear of things that are too spicy. He tends to overreact to spicy things, and will scream ever curse word that’s known to man until the stinging sensation leaves…
Goals/Aspirations: He wishes to become a famous chef; if that doesn’t work out, he plans to be either a doctor or a charity worker.
Appearance: Levian has short, choppy (if that’s the right word) silver hair—which some tend to point out appears to have been cut by an unprofessional hand… in other words, by Levian himself—and two long, thin (and obviously uncut) lock of hair on the right side of his face, tied loosely by an Indian-style bind. He wears a beige turban most of the time, and is often seen with gauze wrapped around his right hand. This is considered odd, since he has no noticeable wound that would make such binding appropriate. In all honesty, he wears it because that was the hand he used to strangle his mother… He wears a long, green, button-up coat with a high collar. As for pants, he wears simple, somewhat loose white pants, with no noticeable decoration or pattern. He is often seen barefoot, but will wear beige slip-ons on occasion.
Personality: Kindhearted and to-the-point, Levian is quite the good Samaritan. He gives what little he has to those who as less fortunate than him, and will often even give up his free time to assist them with finding a job or simply selling their goods. He is very well-mannered when he puts his mind to it, and can either be good company or a horribly annoying pest, depending on the time of day. He’s never one to lie, but often changes the subject whenever asked an incriminating question. He loves people, and wishes to have as many friends as possible before he dies.
Some would say that Levian is a bit… obsessive. He falls in love too easily and too quickly, and will often stalk someone that he admires. He will often refer to those he likes as his ‘princess’, regardless of what their gender may be. He is easily confused, and rather clumsy when it comes to everyday tasks… or at least, all tasks that don’t involve cooking.
When Levian is in the kitchen, his hyperactive, pestering personality disappears. He becomes serious and focused, and will forget everything that’s around him while he’s cooking. He’ll go as far as to hit someone who tries to disturb him, if he’s making curry (for that is the dish he has vowed to master completely, through trial and *cough* many *cough* errors) or any other kind of Indian dish. Of course, as soon as he discovers that he’s hurt someone, he’ll drop whatever he’s doing—literally and figuratively speaking—and run off to find them so he can humbly apologize, and offer them assistance in whatever they may need for the rest of the day. All in all, he’s a kind soul… but if you get on his bad side, you’re bound to end up waking up in the dead of night with a pound or so of curry down your pants.[/font]
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[/size][/center]Father: Unknown
Mother: Marila Desentaro; 21; Deceased
Sibling/s: Sareni Desentaro; 13
Other important relatives: Gerianna Yaran; 88; No true relation
Pets: None.
History: Levian was born June 5, 1990 to a prostitute by the name of Marila, in the disgusting slums of India. His father was unknown, and he was left with no one to tell him that dating men was wrong. He grew up without knowledge of what true men did for a living, and ended up becoming the slum’s cuddly little helper. He taught himself how to speak English, and how to read and write in Indian, German, and English, and thus became the slum’s teacher as well. In no time, the children of his neighborhood were running around, jabbering away in German or English, acting like it was a secret language… since their parents couldn’t understand it.
When Levian’s sister was born, she was immediately proven to be a problem. It took her five minutes to take her first breath, and she was about to be killed (since, if she turned out to be sickly, there would be no use for her) by Levian’s mother when he barged in, wanting to see his new sister. When he noticed that she was being smothered, he committed the one sin he’s repented for every moment of his life… he strangled his mother, and took Sareni to live with Gerianna, an old woman that was like a mother to him.
Levian and Gerianna were as close as an old woman and her kind helper could be. They would spend entire afternoons together, talking about the little things in life that others ignored and took for granted… running water, electricity, sanitary food. They were always smiling, despite living in the slums. As long as they had each other, there was nothing wrong with their life. Some people said that Levian needed Gerianna more than she needed him… his mother was dead, and his sister was always falling ill. Spending time with that old, handicapped woman was his only escape from the life he was forced to live.
Granted, this also led to rumors. Why was Levian so close to Gerianna? Was something going on between them? The questions swirled throughout the Indian slum, and though they all know they weren’t true, it gave them someone to incriminate. Levian was always greeted by awkward stares and whispers whenever he was in town, and the tan-skinned youth hadn’t the faintest idea why… the poor man thought that they all knew that he was homosexual! So, the man decided that he would have to leave Sareni with her, entrust one of his friends with her care, and find a job somewhere. Once he accomplished that, he would buy a nice house for him, his sister, and Gerianna to live in, far away from the slums where they had been raised.
Until then, he’ll simply dream.
Roleplaying Sample:It was strange… very strange. Levian frowned at the envelope in his hand, alienated by the even, legible writing that was scrawled in perfect English in the left-hand corner. Gerianna couldn’t write… nor did she speak English. Perhaps Sareni? No, she couldn’t write so evenly… With his gauze-wrapped hand, he opened the envelope, and pulled out the flawless white paper, with perfect lines of text spread out across the page in columns. The first line, “Dear Sir or Madam” was what perturbed him. Did they think he was a girl? Levian didn’t seem like a feminine name, did it? “Do they think I’m a transgender?!” Now, if a more educated man would have looked upon Levian as he read this letter, they would think him daft… but that was not the case. He’d simply never seen such a formal letter, and thought that it was addressed just to him, even though his name never appeared in the rows of perfectly aligned text. He didn’t even consider that this might’ve been a letter that was mass-produced, and sent to people around the world!
“Your job application..” he muttered to himself, “..as the Indian Culture professor…” He paused, staring at the piece of paper. Apparently, his reading skills had gotten rusty. Resuming his reading, the Indian peered at the startlingly white paper, and muttered, “At La Campana Boarding School.” For a moment, he was confused. Job application? What was that? Certainly it wasn’t the slip of paper with all of his information on it that he sent to some school a few months ago… Shaking his head, Levian stood and walked back into his hotel room—which was his current residence, since he chose to stay in Spain whilst he waited for his intended employers response to his resume—before staring out of the window, an expression suggesting deep thought shrouding his countenance. Suddenly, it hit him. “I have a job!” he blurted out, earning an annoyed rapping against the wall from one of the neighboring guests. Ignoring this, a joyous laugh slipped past his lips. Suddenly, he paused… he had nearly forgotten to thank Shiva for his good fortune.
Crouching down in front of a small statue of said god, the man began muttering in Indian, thanking his god and asking forgiveness for his sins, be they past or present. Finishing this, he stood, and smiled to himself. He was lucky to have gotten this job, since he was much too young—he taught himself everything he knew… Math, English, Science—and he was often considered a child himself. Plus, he would alienate the children with his attire and religion. It wasn’t often that he came across someone in another country who was as dedicated a Hindu as he was. Picking up the letter, he skimmed the pages, and his eyes widened suddenly. The last line read clearly ‘report for work on Monday’. He glanced at his calendar, and his jaw dropped. Not only was it far into the afternoon… it was Tuesday!