Post by Ruquezaokuu Cucurinus DePicto on Jul 18, 2009 6:34:12 GMT -5
Ruquezaokuu Cucurinus De Picto
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: It that is://Freddin
Age: 15
Roleplaying Experience: 5-ish, on and off
How you found the site: My booImean a friend on here who plays Yukio. Second La Campana resident under my name, though Ru was already existing as a character~
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&&--The character cheat sheet
[/size][/center]Name: Ruquezaokuu Cucurinus Pictor (Referred to as Ru in normal occasions)
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: royal blue
Skin Tone: healthy?
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 178
Wealth: Well-off? (Ru himself is poor, somewhere in the lower middle class, but his uncle nearly always sends him money, to his chagrin)
Sexual Orientation: bisexual
Why they are in La Campana: Ru's uncle jokingly dared him to get a real job. However, he took it rather seriously. Since he loved people, he chose to be a teacher.[/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes:
- Animals
- Books
- Apples
- Eating impossible amounts of food
- Art: Dancing, Acting, Singing, Painting....Art.
- Music (Ragtime, Jazz, Swing, Classical, Electronica, Certain Soul-ish Singers like Robin Thicke, Maroon 5, Lenny Kravitz...)
- Pastel Colors
- Earth tones
- Nature
- Pinstripes
- Pranks, every now and then
Dislikes:
- Being Pent up for extended periods of time
- Oranges
- People overly concerned over their or his weight
- Bullies
- People Afraid to Try New Things
- Filth (neat freak...)
- Unstacked Papers
- Cats (because they generally hate him)
Turn Ons:
- Attention to his ear
- Dat Ass, Dem Hips (for both genders, respectively)
- Muscular men
- Rather curvy Women
- (Women) Boobs~
- Dominance
- Asphyxiation
- Leather
- Biting
- Vocalness
- Rather...Awkward Places
Turn Offs:
- Bad smells
- Filth
- Certain unspeakable bodily functions/kinks
- (Men) Not being in shape
Nervous Habits:
- Coughing when feels awkward
- Smiling or cracking jokes when anxious
- A certain shuffle-step that he learned tap-dancing when nervous
- Singing or humming when bored or uninterested
Goals:
- To retire, with plenty of money to spare
- To travel the world
- To become a famous artist
- To stay the sexy bachelor he is now
Fears:
- Failure
- Death by Drowning (and, as a result, deep or unfamiliar waters)
- Death of the people he holds dear
Appearance: Ru is somewhat tall, and muscular, but he also has a rather clean and lean appearance and air about him. On the few days where he neglects to shave, he gets "scruffy". Though nearly always at attention and is highly alert, Ru has "lazy eyes"; that is, his dark blue eyes are normally half-lidded as if he were tired. The Roman's hair catches light very well and is a strange coarseness that causes it to remain spiky in nearly any style. He has several piercings in his ear (one at the lobe, three near the top, and one in the top/rim), one in his left nipple, and one in his right nostril, mostly wearing gold jewelry.
Ru, on casual affairs, would rather go shirtless. Around the house and at the store, he normally goes around with a bare chest. He does, however has a certain sense of decency; at work, he normally sports a polo and jeans, or a suit. He had an affinity for dark-earthy tones or pastel colors, however.
Personality:
Ever since he was born, the Roman always took as it came. He was quiet and reflective child, a "mama's boy". He, thus, developed a certain finess for cleanliness, almost OCD. He can't stand messes, and he'd break his normally rather calm and lax disposition whenever faced by an overwhelming mess, frantically fiddling with the problem until it is rectified (even when faced with other things.)
Ru was raised in a fairly well off family that appreciated art (least, his mother, who saw him most often), so he thus learned several things one doesn't learn nowadays: instrument playing, fluting, dancing, manners, singing, and (the love of his life) painting. However, he also learned things on the opposite side of this spectrum (such as fencing, wrestling, horse riding, hunting, and martial arts).
Ru is also a lecher in the midst of a gentleman. Though he wouldn't hesitate to hold a door open for a woman, he may try to get into her skirt that very same evening (in his defense, depending on the circumstances.) He'd read a book in the park while also staring at other men's arses. This doesn't mean he's a bad person, oh no; he's polite before perverted, and he believes dutifully in a "better nature" in every person.The man is empathetic and a born charmer; He'd even put one's feelings before his, trying to be as cordial as possible to the next person for simply the sheer niceness of it (though it's bloody good if he gets something out of it.)
If placed in some occasion that deems him dishonorable, the man would almost go out of his way to prove himself. If he feels (for some strange reason) that he did deserve such of a punishment, he'd accept it rather sordidly, feeling almost in debt to the other party involved. Intuitive, he also judges people based off of his first feelings he gets from them; he has a very good sense of judgement, and he can tell how good one is by talking to them.
He can be seen on either extreme as necessary, either childish or serious (the latter more often). Ru's the kind that would turn rope for children in the park playing jumprope, bounce a ball, spend hours playing Halo (and even rub the loser's nose in it, in his own polite way.) Yet, he'd also turn to give a colleague advise or have a fit towards the next dastard in his way.
As a teacher, he is horrible. Well, it depends upon your perspective; if you're a student, he's wondrous; the man rarely assigns homework (he hates grading), and rather than give real grades, he usually gives them based on effort. Half the work is the effort, anyway. [/font]
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[/size][/center]Father: Arecio De Picto, 52
Mother: Syrilias Gorzilli, 46 (deceased at 29, when Ru was 10)
Sibling/s: Name/s and age/s
- Paractumnus De Picto (♂), 35
- Esyluum De Picto (♀), 23
Other important relatives:
- Hermes Caducet (♂), Uncle, 36
- Cupid Valentino (♂), Cousin, 29
Pets:
- Gladdiator Mosaic (♂), Horse, 18
History:Ru grew up at the nape of a small town, near wilderness and the sea, mostly with his mother, learning her softer ways of life rather than that of his militia-run father. He learned of classical music, the harp, the canvas, the brush, and the value of life. He grew up gladly doing household chores, especially that of carrying loads too great for his petite mother. When he wasn't around the house, he was in town with guys or (enchanting) girls of his age, getting groceries, exploring the woods, or tending the yard.
As he grew older, he developed a more and more docile nature, only breaking into tempers with his no-nonsense father. The child was quiet, but not stupid; he could see his mother gradually becoming more and more withdrawn, crying more and more, bruises littering her body. One night, when cutting down wheat in their field, he felt the need to check on his mother, only to find that she was killed, stabbed, knife still in her chest. Rather than call someone (what good was it, when she was long dead), he stayed there until his father returned at 3AM, screaming at him about him and his two-bit whores. Needless to say, their relationship hadn't improved that night, or later on for that matter.
Ever since his mother's death, Ru had an almost sick obsession with the female form. This would often be reflected in his artwork or the way his stares lingered after a girl. After so long, his father was fed up and shipped him to America to live with his uncle. His influence hadn't helped his obsessive mind; rather it added fuel to the fire. Women were constantly entering his bedroom, and eventually, Ru's curiosity got the better of him. At 15, he lost his virginity to a sister of Hermes's latest floozy.
That wasn't the only thing that Hermes had caused; a short period of alcohol dependency that escalated to hard drugs and more and more disturbing images in his work, even failure in school finally tempted his darling uncle that he wasn't helping much. Sending him back, he told this to Arecio, who finally decided to send him to the army. This did give him a slap in the face, but once there, he ended up developing several relationships within ranks. He was eventually stripped of that innocence, and once this was discovered, he was sent home.
Once again out in the world and with years of anger behind him, he resolved to start anew. He decided, after more time in Rome, to live again with his uncle, traveling on a global scale on less than legal hijinks.
Ru also became ensnared in relationships around the world that more or less ended on bad terms (one of them involving a very pissed off big brother who took a gun to him.) However, he continued to try to quell his desires. He paints still, as well as fences, and he still laughs the same way he did as a child.
Roleplaying Sample:
"I wonder why Herms said I'd have trouble here in Spain..."
The adult ran a hand through his coarse hair, vivid blue eyes flicking the spacious expand that was the restaurant, rather, the outer-eating area. The soles of his sandals tapped gingerly at the tile, his teeth closed confidently over a strip of flank steak. He hadn't been in Spain before; yes, he had been in Mexico; the Roman knew a little Spanish, yes...but this place was much...cleaner.
That, he appreciated. A flicker of a grin.
Ru couldn't truly say he had experience working; really, most of his time was spent hoping someone was gracious enough to buy one of his pieces (that he hadn't wanted to part with, at least), or his uncle forked him over some money. He seemed like more of a father than his blood one was. A ghost of a sneer, down into his coffee. Bitter, bitter coffee. He gulped at the dark, burning fluid as if a depraved horse, notably ignoring the glass of water that perspired in the heat of the sun.
Fleeting giggles. Sharp ears perked, bright eyes shifted their focus to an attitude of chattering teenagers, skirts threading their thighs, eyes sparked with attention, epitome of the flower that was femininity.
He dropped his fork, turned his eyes to a man dawdling. He was removed from his seat, golden locks flowing over his bent face as he leafed through his wallet, back to his onlooker. A card escaped from its leather sheath, and the stranger cursed its daring.
He bent over.
The foreigner shuddered, head turning to meet his own hand to shield his eyes, attempt to strip his head from such sinful thoughts. No avail. He could only hope the parties hadn't seen him falter.
He glared at his coffee.
"That's what he meant..."
