Post by Cupid Valentino on Sept 13, 2009 16:44:00 GMT -5
Cupid Toulouse Jacques Von-Eros Valentino
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: fReD
Age: Around 16
Roleplaying Experience: I dunno. Around 4 or 5 years, on and off.
How you found the site: I've been here for a few months. A little birdo told me of here, he did.
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&&--The character cheat sheet
[/size][/center]Name: Cupid Valentino
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Hair Color: Platinum Blonde
Eye Color: Berry Pink (Amaranth red)
Skin Tone: fair
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 125 lbs.
Wealth: Rich
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Why they are in La Campana: His cousin, Ruquezaokuu DePicto, works at La Campana. On occasions where he needs an extra hand, or just when he needs to see family, Hermes is off dragging Cupid with him. Laaaaame.[/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes:
*Chocolate, sweets
*Lolita fashion
*Drawing, sketching designs
*The finer things in life
*Birds.
*Flings.~
*Skating, skate-boarding
*Getting under people's skin
*Attention
*Hard drugs. You're throwing your life away, idiot.
*Being in control
*Baggy pants, sagging
*Screamo, classical, hip hop, mosh, punk rock, swing, dance.
*Dancing.~ (ballet, pole-dancing, clubbing, a bit of belly dancing)
*Capoeira
*France.
*Small, furry things.
*Feathers.
*Toys. Both of them.
*Shiny Things.
*Omg, shoes.
*Origami.
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Dislikes:
*People laughing at him
*Overeating. Whether it's him, or him watching someone else overeat. Sick.
*People that look at him and touch his fucking hair. Not. Yours.
*Large dogs. Slobbering idiots.
*Dumbasses.
*Love. Ugh.
*Critics/whiners. They're the same thing, really.
*Loud, obnoxious people that suck up his air.
*Not so loud or obnoxious people that stay in corners like a bunch of freakaoids and mutter about their mummies. You're not a creeper. Really.
*...You.
Turn Ons:
*Cross-dressing.
*Very nice legs.
*Flirts.
*Piercings, namely tongue or navel
*Lace
*Dirty talk
*(Ironically) Food-play, namely chocolate or whipped cream
*Begging. It makes him feel more and more in control.
*To feel in control.
*Dancing.
*Occasionally, A bit of challenge.
*The weak-minded.
*Being petted. Figuratively and literally.
Turn Offs:
*Being insulted.
*Being controlled.
*Overwhelming pain.
*Fat people
Nervous Habits:
*Tapping Foot. When Impatient.
*Pouting. When upset. Which is a lot.
*Throwing things. When upset (and more than tantrums)
*Inducing vomit. When overwhelmed, feeling ugly or fat, or panicked.
*Vomiting. When stressed.
Fears:
*Getting laughed at.
*Becoming fat.
*Being ignored.
Goals/Aspirations:
*Becoming the top model/designer in Paris. Or the world.~
*Becoming heavily revered.
*No longer feeling the way he does about his weight.
Appearance: Cupid stands as one of the shorter in his family, considering his six-foot tall mother and father of nearly the same height. In fact, nearly everything about his appearance is slight (like his father). He has a twenty-seven inched waist, thanks to training with corsets, a thin frame, and healthy skin. He takes very good care of himself (rather, other people do), from skin to hair to diet (okay, not so much diet.) The adult has a deceptively round "baby face" that induces inferences of laughable innocence. Cupid wears anything ranging from punk to Lolita to cross-dressing to flamboyant, and anything of overlap. He takes extreme measures to make himself presentable--pressing his hair, applying mascara, eyeshadow, blush, and lipgloss, getting Brazilian waxes, as well as mani- and pedicures. You can't ever go quite far enough if you are Cupid.
Personality: One would think that, with the innocence embedded in his dress and features, that Cupid Valentino was a sweet soul who wished no one harm. If you are a certain person, yes; but this attitude is superficial and only serves the purpose for baiting a helpless individuals. Cupid is a brash, spiteful, mean-spirited person who stops at near nothing to get what he wants. He is known for breaking the hearts of many a girl and boy, filling their ears with sweet nothings before getting in their pants and leaving them shortly after losing interest in them. More or less, he is a swinger, the sort that prides themselves in how many people he can bed, how many people he can bait, and how many people he can keep under his thumb.
He's a smooth talker, and despite being raised in Paris under his mother's thumb, he's anything but delicate. Cupid regularly gets into scraps with boys (and sometimes girls) that just have this strange idea that they are good enough to talk down to him. He prides himself in his work, nearly a perfectionist with whatever he is, at the moment, obsessed with. Anything else that is boring can be rectified with his trusty Olly (A GameBoy Advanced he keeps on hand.) Though Olly is really in a line of family, since it's what he tends to chuck at people when sufficiently (moderately) peeved. Other things in his arsenal include a yoyo, a few cigarettes, a harmonica, Chocolate Kisses, a swiss army knife with a mirror, a knife, a screwdriver, and a comb, and a condom or two.
Cupid also has an affinity for pet names and frequent attention.[/font]
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&&--A glimpse of the past
[/size][/center]Father: Hermes Caducet, 37.
Mother: Aphrodite Valentino,
Sibling/s: Known:
*Fortuna, female, 18.
Other important relatives:
*Ruquezaokuu Cucurinus DePicto, 27
Pets:Currently Corazon, a paragon falcon (female), a white peacock named Lance(male), twenty-four smaller finches and budgies and parakeets, named according to the Greek alphabet, an African Grey Parrot named Tzeitel (female), a ferret named Luc (male), three chinchilla siblings, one a girl (Aurum), and two boys (Plumbum, Cuprum) .
History: Cupid was born, conveniently, on Valentine's day. Because of this, and other factors, including the sweet look the child had, he was donned Cupid by his mother Aphrodite and his father, Hermes, accepted with little lip. She was a senior in high-school, destined for great things. He was but a junior, bright and wily, easy in the streets, but hard on school. They were both young with several responsibilities. On top of this, Aphrodite's parents were intolerant of her early marriage and her rough husband, and she was promptly kicked out. No begging could be done, and for a time, she lived with her husband. It went from bad to worse easily, and they split up bitterly, her determined to go to art school. Cupid, by now, was used to his rough and tumble lifestyle, two and already reading books nicked by his mother.
Due to her grades in school and her portfolio, she was easily accepted into a local college. It was not so easy to manage college, an occasional job, bills, and a child. Naturally, they would spend weeks on the sidewalks and days in new buildings, and naturally Cupid would become gradually more and more independent and cynical, spending days performing on the streets for money and food, befriending hapless boys and girls and picking up habits such as skating and biking, dancing and singing (not to mention, drawing and designing, something from his mother.) Eventually, she graduated and begun working under a French designer because of her talent. They moved to France and Cupid was told of how much life would improve for him, so he gladly accepted.
However, things didn't improve; well, his quality of life did, but he did not. Because of several relationships (as a result of seeking love elsewhere from his more and more lonely home), gradually the love he had for the world contained itself, else disappeared. He yearned for the good old days in New York for excitement, visiting his father and taking care of errands there for a time before returning to his home as lonely as ever. Psychological problems ensued around seventeen in an effort to be perfect and as popular as the models he would see, efforts to see his mother more, and he took it to the toilet and began avoiding selfish amounts of food. His lack of attention and his addiction brought even more problems, such as wrath, vindication, smoking, pill-popping, and his father's smooth tongue and quick wit enough to hide it and get exactly what he wants without anyone noticing at all. Besides that, Cupid's designs were becoming famous, and by nineteen, he himself was making money from designing clothes. He operates a line under Aphrodite, a separate male line.
Cupid gradually took life in Paris to an art, from boys and girls to paparazzi to live shows to simply skating as he was born doing. As France was refined art, New York was simply chaos which he sought as the adrenaline rush. Due to an argument, he is currently helping his father with his stupid cousin that liked to paint on his designs in New York growing up.
Roleplaying Sample:
He raked the miniature comb through the thin wisps of his winding, silken locks, fluttering his lashes and pursing his lips into the mirror. This was but one of his rituals, one of his precautions to make him as presentable as possible. It was an experiment, magic, alchemic...Something he was so fond of doing, so experienced in doing, so obsessed with doing. Cupid twirled his hair into a little tuft in the back of his head, wrapped it in a large bow, and gave a few more adjustments: flicked his wrist along his lashes with the miniature brush, swiped his index across his lips to gloss them, and patted a thin mauve over his deceptively plump cheeks as seen only in the young and innocent. A final inspection and he gave a prim nod to his own beauty, shutting the door firmly behind him.
The young man ran his hands down the broad skirt of his dress, dark and garnished with bright pink ribbon and golden crotals, intricate lacing flailing along the high hem. Right, then. There was but one more matter of business to attend to before he had to leave to catch that fucking flight. His thin heels clicked across the hard stone as he made it to his bedroom door. He kicked open his door and the little boy asleep in his bed started out of his once blissful comatose and appraised the elder with a dreamy smile.
"...Ma peche...Bonjour... Shall we be off to get some breakfast?"
"Get your shit and get the fuck out. I gotta go."
The little brunette immediately frowned at his words, bemused. As if he didn't understand. The blond sighed impatiently, tapped his shoe on the tile and picked up a duffle bag. "I had a feeling you'd get clingy on me, Jean Claude." A fling that knocked the poor child back to lay in his bed and he began with a snivel. "I packed them for you, clean and everything. Now, please, Adieu, I must get to my flight on time." He also neglected to mention it would not be time for him to go for another half hour.
"But...monsieur..."
"Out." Cupid grappled him and held him fast by his neck as if a kitten to be put out on the stoop. And that's what he did; he plopped him firmly on the doormat, completely negligent to see that Jean-Claude was in his knickers, whether out of oversight or complete apathy. He turned heel to go about the rest of his morning in his penthouse, but turned at a miniature croak for his name and a light sniffle.
"Cupid, cheri...you said that you liked me..."
"I did." A bitter smile, and he turned to kiss his forehead, then press his palm to his face and shove so that he was forced to the pavement. Weakness prevented him from getting up.
"You may want to hurry. Security will come around soon and will not take kindly to you being on my stoop. Take care, Jean-Claude." A little wave, and he slammed the door.