Post by Hermes Caducet on Sept 30, 2009 23:58:06 GMT -5
Hermes Mercurio Caducet
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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: Hermes Mercurino Caducet
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Hair Color: Ashen-brown, wavy hair that curls more when wet
Eye Color: cerulean
Skin Tone: fair
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 140 lbs.
Wealth: (illegally) Rich
Sexual Orientation: "Heterosexual" (Bicurious)
Why they are in La Campana: Ru, his nephew, went to La Campana to become a teacher. Hermes is always for helping his friends and family, so whenever he needs help (or needs to see his family), he visits him, occasionally dragging Cupid with him.[/size]
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[/size][/center]Likes:
*Money
*Fucking over the stinkin' feds. Ass-sucking cops.
*Ruzie-poo. Favorite (only) nephew.~
*Ob-fucking-sessively cursing.
*Being vulgar. It is a different thing than cursing.
*Kids. The younger, the better. No, not like that, you sicko-shits.
*Cars. Particularly older muscle cars
*Guns. The more powerful, the better
*"Staying to the streets". He'd rather not "sell out" to a fancy house, or leave his friends to dingy New York. They're family to him.
*Knives. He and his nephew love to collect and talk about knives.
*Slapstick. El oh el.
*Marijuana. I love you Mary Jane.~
*Fighting. Hermes has been known to pick fights with people, apparently on purpose.
*(Tofu) Hot dogs, Pizza, Gumbo and Philly Cheese (Veggie) "Steaks". The best foods in the history of ever.
*Masculinity. Because he is not a fucking queer.
*Women. Mm. Boobs.~
*Swing, Jazz, Ragtime. <3
*New York, baby.
*N'Orleans. Almost as awesome as New York!~
*Wrestling. He doesn't give a damn if it's fake or not, it's fun as hell.
*Booze
Dislikes:
*Meat. Eeew...it was fucking alive.
*Police. FAT JELLY DONUT SUCKING SONUFABITCHES.
*Hoity-Toity assholes. Head up their asses and yet they think they're better than he is.
*Sell-outs.
*Hip hop. The fuck is that shit?
*SPIDERS OH GOD, KILL IT, KILL IT.
*Really big guys. Jerks.
*...FAGS.
*Tight clothes. omgcan'tbreathe.
Turn Ons:
*Lesbians. Hm.~ <3
*Having his hips toyed with.
*Fighting/Wrestling.
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*People smaller than he.
*THE GAME.
*Feathers.
*Tattoos
*Private Shows
*Scars.
Turn Offs:
*Really humungo-type dudes. Hn. >_>
*Knives. Too many bad experiences.
*Dudes PERIOD...D: <
<_<
>_>...
*Sweet nothings. I am not a dame. >_>
*Assertiveness
*Assssssss~
Nervous Habits:
*Pacing. When unnerved or trying to concentrate.
*Picking lint off of his hat. When bored.
*Retying his tie. When unnerved, namely when about to confront a new, unfamiliar experience.
*Drinking. Whenever someone in the world has a child. Because.
Fears:
*Being butt-raped.
*Being captured by the police, going to jail. See fear #1.
*Losing his family. It's all he really has.
*Being thought of as weak either emotionally or physically
Goals/Aspirations:
*To continuously screw over the cops.
*To clean the streets of jerks AND SAVE THE KIDDIEZ.
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*To bond more with his son.
Appearance: Hermes Caducet stands closest to six feet than either of the “Cerberus Family”. On top of that, he has a very thin build, a thin, drawn torso, somewhat prominent hips, but is mostly leg. The man also has a long, expressive face that lights with the characteristic dimples that his family is prone to. A mass of curly, ashen long hair that he refuses to cut wraps his head, framed around sea-blue eyes that are nearly always sparked with amusement.
Though not a very formal person by nature, he prefers wearing a dressy shirt and tie, a suit, or suitpants than a tee and jeans. Though when working on something strenuous, he would change into sweatpants and a wifebeater, he usually is seen in “informal formal” wear. Either way, he’s rarely seen without his signature hat, which he refers to as Lucky, and some handgun obscured from view, like Papaul (a revolver) or Lisa (some Glock).
Personality: Hermes is a complicated person, and only has more and more layers. People, upon their first impression, either hate him or love him right off. He’s a bit rough and tumble, tongue-in-cheek, and is always one to instigate (as he loves fighting.) However, he’s also, in his own way, a charmer, witty, and almost sweet, but that side is generally reserved for children. He’s known mostly for saying terribly bigoted things (ranging from sexist to racist to just plain offensive), though it’s simply talking out of the side of his neck. He does have some sort of hatred, reserved for women because of his wife and several failed relationships with other females.
Hermes can seem like a bit of a prick, a pervert, and even at times an incompetent fool , but that’s a bit of his awkward way of socializing, as well as a way to keep up a wall between he and other people (afraid to get too close to anyone.) But once he manages to get close to someone, or feel close to someone, he goes out of his way to make them happy. He also seems confident, but it’s really a form of bravery, since he actually has little self esteem. He’s also stubborn, as seen when he insists upon his sexual preference being cruel yet fascinating women.
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&&--A glimpse of the past
[/size][/center]Father: unknown.
Mother: unknown.
Sibling/s:
*Arecio Marus DePicto, 52, elder brother
Other important relatives:
*Ruquezaokuu Cucurinus DePicto, 29, Nephew
* Cerekusz Esham Itzakin, 16, godson
Pets: none
History:Hermes was born in Rome, not an only child, but born in without any siblings nearby. They had fully blossomed from being infants, children, even teenagers save one: Arecio. Arecio was his big brother and one he was fond of, as far as he was concerned. After the tender age of five, the pair was split between the parents and Hermes, having the mother, was moved to New York, America. However, she soon died, being mugged in an alleyway late one night. Since then, after calling his big brother, he took to the streets, living in a rudimentary shelter with a group of several more homeless children. The Roman barely lived like a normal child, but grew brighter and brighter as the days moved, a product of scamming adults who had a fair education.
This brightness helped the lad in school, giving him an edge that teachers insisted was extraordinary; this, truthfully, was the only reason the brunette kept attending the dreaded place. Soon, the reasons grew more and more worthwhile, beyond gambling rings he rigged or a teacher he liked: those reasons all concerned Venus, a fair young lady who Hermes loved dearly. On his sophomore year, the two were engaged, and a very happy and flustered Hermes contacted an adult Arecio. The male had a few drinks too many at the “bachelor party” he decided to hold for his little brother, and events unfolded that Hermes, to this day, does not care much for going into. Still, he held his head high and felt that he’d soon have a wife; what could go wrong?...
It was soon discovered that his seed was being bared by the frail girl.
Upon knowing this, she was kicked out of her house and Hermes offered his new place as refuge for her, flashing a grin and insisting that they could raise a family. Such a young couple knew no better; they eventually broke up on bitter terms. Hermes stayed in New York while Venus traveled elsewhere, to an Art Institute. After that, his son was dumped on him every now and then. Not that he minded; he enjoyed taking care of the boy, his Cupid that he would never harm. The man kept him well away as he slowly, desperate for money, climbed up ranks in the police stations as he did less and less that was very legal. Gradually, the Roman's outlet became bottles with the loss of his only love, his dignity, his childhood, and the inability to live up to any form of expectations.
He grew irritable. He became scrappy. Hermes was prone to knife and fist fights, simply to work out the frustrations.
By the time Ru entered his life, he was a chronic gambler and a murderer. But he took the most care watching the boy as he could manage with his mental unrest. Herms and he grew close, too close to Hermes. When the man, on a run to loot someone's house, saw his nephew nearly stabbed by someone he ceased thinking and opened fire, opening his door to hard crime. Ru was becoming less and less innocent after that night, more like Hermes and less gentle, actually going on vigilant runs of a corrupt form of justice, slaughtering the people that seemed too much like his father, too intent on exploiting the weak, and too set on their own personal gain. After realizing he was doing worse, he sent him reluctantly to his insane father.
Hermes went back to his “home”, the streets and their cruel laws soon enough, and still was able to see his son (sons, counting Ru.) His drinking became worse on days where he saw neither of them, eventually dropping into AA meetings and failing at rehabilitation. Several times, he had ended up passing out on the street and nearly getting caught by the police.
On an all-night raid for the hell of it, Ru and Hermes was nearly caught, and he said something to Ru. He wished to save him from this crime deep down, but now he was sure he needed his nephew’s company for closeur. He spontaneously said that he would take a normal just just fine, and left Hermes for La Campana, Deadly bored and lonely, he decides to drop in on his nephew every now and then.
Roleplaying Sample: A foot hitched behind a stringy leg, hiked the apposing pantleg up and rubbed vigorously, scratching the pinch on the back of his leg. A ginger stretched, arching lightly with a bit of a yawn, a bit groggy and stiff from the ride.
His ears perked to a familiar little melody, and he frowned, following the little sound.
To a very befuddled woman. She reached a manicured hand to fish out something that would semingly be mundane in this day and time, doing nothing out of the ordinary. It was a cell phone, one that was promptly snatched from her bronze hand.After the man offered a deadpan peck to the horriified stranger, he skiddled away, towards the airport, pressing the "recieve" button.
"Yeahlo?" He grumbled into the reciever, careful to check for any other absent necessities.
"Hello? Dad?" the phone replied, voice masculine, adolescent...annoyed.
"Cue baby!" A chuckle as he wiggled through the line, avoiding any guards and making a beeline to the food court.
"Yeah, dad. It's me. Listen, when the fuck are you gonna be here?" The New Yorkean chewed his lip, glanced to the ceiling as he mulled over this. Let's see...He'd need time to get himself situated...get a car, a few suits, situate his poor belly, empty for a good three hours. He made sure to gorge himself before the flight, but it had not gone well...Seven hours is a long stretch of time that not many people can fare with food. Not to mention, he'd need either an apartment or a hotel...
"Hey! You there? Or was that question too difficult for you?" Cupid snarled. "Would you like me to put it in New York for you?"
"Jee-zus, kid, get the sand outta your vagina. I was thinkin'. I got some shit to--"
"Whatever. Look, just hurry up. Ru's being a fool. Again. And I'm tired of babysitting. It's your turn."
"You are tha single most disrespec-ful kid I eva met. I swear to God, no respect. Who brought ya inta this world?"
"Venus Valentino." A sweet tone, like icing.
"...Okay, who made ya?"
"Venus Valentino." Another sweet tone.
"I think not, kid. I did most of tha makin', thank you kindly." A little smile as he flicked a few bills, coins on the counter, recieving his bag of food.
He could feel the face of his son wrinkling in pure disgust. "...Ew. Look, just...come here first. We can go shopping later. 'm tired of dealing with this idiot."
"A'u, sh-n, d'n t'lk 'b't y'r 'cuz--"
"Swallow, please."
Hermes complied. "That's what he said."
He could feel his burning scowl, and he mouthed the next few words: "I'm surrounded by idiots..."
"Yeah, kid; I love ya too. Bye now." He dwindled in wait for reciprocation, but only heard a dull buzz. To this, he frowned. He stopped by a payphone with a few mutters, flipping through the phone book in search for the number for a cab.
Claim: Takuto Iwai