Post by Toris Lorinaitis on Nov 4, 2009 17:39:14 GMT -5
Toris Lorinaitis
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: DNA.
Age: --
Roleplaying Experience: Around three to four years.
How you found the site: I've been here for a while~
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&&--The character cheat sheet
[/size][/center]Name: Toris Lorinaitis.
Gender: Male.
Age: 19.
Hair Color: Brown.
Eye Color: Blue-Green.
Skin Tone: Pale-pink.
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 145 pounds.
Wealth: Poor.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.
Why they are in La Campana: Trying to get away from a poverty stricken and cold life in Europe, Toris fled to Barcelona, Spain, deciding that tuition at a local school would be cheaper than simply renting his own apartment.[/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes:
- Literature.
- Martial Arts.
- Tidying.
- Long Hair.
- Sweater-Vests.
- Reading.
- Helping Others.
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- Cooking.
- Making Others Smile.
- Cleaning.
- Russian Treats.
- Chocolates.
- The Color Green.
Dislikes:
- Passive-Aggressive Tendencies.
- Harsh Behavior.
- When Others are in Pain.
- Yelling.
- Pain.
- Causing Trouble.
- Ragged Clothing.
- Messes.
- Disheveled Hair.
Turn Ons:
- Outgoing Personalities.
- Ownership.
- Strength.
- Fluffy Items.
- Flowers.
- Sweets.
Turn Offs:
- Overly Aggresive Behavior.
- Messy Clothing.
- Bad Breath.
- Dirty Living Conditions.
- Smoking.
Nervous Habits:
- Biting his Bottom Lip.
- Staring at his feet.
- Cooking when stressed or worried.
- Becoming deppressed or worried so that he gets tummy aches.
Fears:
- Letting down the ones that he cares about.
- Being taken from the people he cares about.
- Those that he cares about getting hurt.
Goals/Aspirations:
- To have his own Restaurant.
- To travel.
- To eventually settle down and take care of family.
Appearance: Although Toris is of a decent height, he is somewhat lanky. However, due to his work in the Martial Arts, he is also quite built, despite his skinny appearance. Toris' hair falls around his shoulders, and he will often tie it back with ribbon, color depending, of course, on what he is wearing at the time. Toris is very well-dressed, and can often be found wearing blouses, khaki slacks, and sweater-vests. Depending on his mood, he also will wear ties or suits. Toris' green eyes stand out next to his soft-pale skin, but is often found with scars or lacerations, his skin being easy to bruise. Calloused hands show Toris' years of hard-work, but are nothing in comparison to the severe scars and marks on his back, the result from years of abuse. Although he is male, Toris could, at times, also be mistaken as female, due to his long hair and thin figure.
Personality: Although Toris is always happy to flash a smile, a lot of his persona is filled with excessive worry and fear. With a bit of bad history under his belt, Toris is wary around others, something that he, at times, hides very well, and is also quite shy. Being easily frightened, Toris often shakes or shivers, something that he does not have much control over, and is always sketchy about his surroundings, often feeling as if someone is watching him. Despite his shy tendencies, Toris is extremely kind, and tries his best to make others happy. However, in doing so, he often forgets to do the same for himself, which causes him some depression. It is fairly often that Toris will hide his feelings enough to cause himself stomach aches. Because of his kind personality, Toris can normally be found doing a favor for someone or simply making tea or food for someone. As one of his favorite pastimes, Toris also would be found cooking something, whether just as a way to relieve stress, or to do a kindness for someone.[/font]
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&&--A glimpse of the past
[/size][/center]Father: N/A.
Mother: N/A.
Sibling/s: Eduard Von Bock. / "Brother". / 17.
Riavis Galante. / "Brother". / 15.
Other important relatives:
Ivan Braginsky. / Friend and Ex. / 25.
Feliks Lukasiewicz. / Close Friend. / 19.
Pets:N/A.
History:Toris was born on February fourteenth in a small town in Europe, near Russia and in the baltic regions. Although no memory of it is known to him, Toris' mother passed away during child-birth, putting Toris' father in a tight bind, both financially and emotionally, being the reason for the man's abandonment of the boy, leaving Toris on the stoop of a nearby orphanage. Though he was quick to make "friends", Toris found himself feeling somewhat lonely at the orphanage, spending most of his time helping others with whatever they may have wanted and caring little about his own well-being. Toris' days were filled with cleaning, cooking, fixing toys, and doing odd jobs around the orphanage, and even though the children secretly mocked him for his efforts at making others happy, the faculty found him to be a nice addition to the establishment, often pulling him into the kitchen to share little secrets about cooking recipes or giving him tips on how to get stains out of clothing. Humiliating to some, Toris seemed to take pride in the fact that he seemed to be the perfect housewife, although the words would not have been Toris' first choice when describing his actions, and it was because of those attributes that Toris made his first true friend, another boy of Toris' age, Feliks. Even though Feliks was smaller than Toris, and perhaps a bit more feminine, Feliks' attitude was strong and couragous, something that Toris did not have himself. Quickly, the two grew very close, completeing each other in a way, and spent most of their time together, whether Toris was baking an apple pie, or Feliks was yelling at someone for pestering Toris. They seemed to be nearly inseparable.
Once in his teenage years, however, Toris decided to leave the orphanage to look for work, hoping to be able to work in a restaurant as a head chef. Despite his cooking abilities, though, Toris found himself working as a waiter at low wage, in a small cafe that was less than popular. Although making ends meet on the lowest amount possible, Toris had grown content with his job, soon finding himself doing the same at a night-club. It was there that Toris began meeting new people, and from a long line of said people, he ran across a rather peculiar man named Ivan. Discovering more about the man, Toris became quite attached, both physically and emotionally, and the two grew to be an item. However, just as all things could seem nice at times, so they also would be ill. As the bond between the two grew stronger, Toris began to see things in the other male that were less than perfect. With a drinking problem, a severe lack of, what seemed to be, morality, and a childish disposition, Toris found himself bound to the older man by threats and, often, abuse. Torn between his own well-being and the guilt that leaving the man would bring him, Toris tried his best to stay. As time went on, things merely became worse, and finally, Toris ran away, making sure that there was no trace behind him for the large man to follow.
From that point, Toris jumped from one odd job to another, hardly finding the time or money to make an actual living. Fed up with harsh people, sad economic times, and freezing cold weather, Toris learned about a nice school in Barcelona, Spain, one that he could enroll in and, hopefully, meet people who were decently similar to himself.
Roleplaying Sample: Pressing his fingertips to the pages of an old recipe book, Toris' eyes skimmed over the words, lips softly mouthing each sentence as his green irises ran across them. With his free hand clutching a bowl, fit to his chest by his thin arm, Toris turned away from his book of special recipes, most of which he had taken the tim eto sit down, work on, and write himself, and searched the kitchen cabinets for the flour, letting the bowl go onto the counter. Nervously, the young man bit onto his lower lip, mind wandering over more than just wanting to work the kinks out of his newest recipe, a fluffy black tie mousse cake that he had recently thought of attempting. Truly, he did not have much to worry about, but he sought to make the cake for someone other than just himself.. In fact, he was making it for a dear friend, one that he cared for and wanted to make smile. Although he knew that making Feliks smile was not too difficult ( the other male smiled as often as Toris did, if not more ), but there was something special when Toris was able to make the nineteen-year-old smile by doing something special for him.. And if there was one thing in the world that Toris had to choose as a talent to make others smile, it was cooking. He absolutely adored the scent of of fresh pelmeni, the sweet taste of cinnamon apple babka, and the smooth taste of beef stroganoff on lemon rice or fried straw potatoes.
But this was not stroganoff-- No, this was a four-layer cake that was filled with chocolate and so many different types of layers that it took the utmost care and supplies to create, which was exactly why Toris' brow furrowed in concentration while going through the recipe, his hands reaching for this and that every time that he left the book's view. First of all, he needed to ready his supplies, which was an easy task, due to the fact that all the black tie mousse cake required was flour, water, milk, eggs, chocolate chips, gelatin, heavy cream, cream cheese, vanilla extract, butter, and granulated sugar.. But once all of the ingredients were together in front of him, he took a deep breath, starting simply with an original chocolate cake mixture, simple to fix. Putting the batter in a round pan, he spread a thin bottom layer, spreading it to the sides like a pie crust. Then, he began the second layer, a chocolate and creamy mousse, which he made by melting the cream cheese with chocolate, whipping them with a whisk to maintain a fluffy, almost cloudy, texture, then letting it sit a moment before mixing in an unflavored gelatin for added fluff. To finally harden it, he folded the mixture over the rest of a darker, more solid gelatin, applying the layer on top of the first. For the third level, Toris began to crack his egg yolks into a seperate bowl, beating them consistently for three minutes before adding flour, sugar, and even more gelatin, once again beating the mix. Pausing for a moment, he took a breath, smiling brightly, and went to the stove, switching on one side and putting on a small pan to boil cream and vanilla extract. To that, the other mixture was added and beat well, until smoothed. He continued stiring the custard until thickened and then smoothed it onto the cake as the third layer. Before starting on the next layer, he chilled what he had created of the product. Finally, using a different pan, he began the last layer, bringing the butter and cream to a boil and pouring it over a seperate bowl of chocolate, whisking it quickly until it had become smooth and thick. Waiting a couple of minutes, he then pulled the cake from the freezer, smoothing the ganache mixture onto the top, flattening it with a spatula. For a final touch, Toris grabbed his bag of chocolate chips and rimmed the very end.
With a giddy grin, Toris stared at his cake, using the back of his hand to whipe at his forehead. With soft eyes, he analyzed the product before him, nodding lightly to approve before picking up the cake pan and setting it back to the refridgerator to chill. Now that he was done, other than the chilling, which did not cause him any trouble in the least, all Toris wanted to do was sit back, take a breath, and relax.. And perhaps even take a short nap!
Alas.. His plans were foiled. The kitchen was a mess.
