Post by darik on Jan 23, 2010 22:33:13 GMT -5
Darik von Deifhen
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: Ali~
Age: Sixteen.
Roleplaying Experience: Four or five, I lost track.
How you found the site: Don’t remember! Sorry!
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&&--The character cheat sheet
[/size][/center]Name: Darik von Deifhen
Gender: Male.
Age: Seventeen.
Hair Color: Red.
Eye Color: Brown.
Skin Tone: He’s pretty white. He
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 190 lbs.
Wealth: Rich.
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual.
Why they are in La Campana: Sadly, he was sent here because of his families incapability to accept anything different in their “perfect” little world.[/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes:
-Cigarettes.
-Video Games!!
-Guns.
-Goggles.
-Strong men.
-Birds.
- Jackets.
- Traveling.
- Ice Cream.
-Motorcycles.
-Sweets.
-Chocolate.
-Poetry.
-Cherries.
-Raspberries.
-Peaches.
-Blonde hair.
-Fast Cars.
-Headphones.
-Drawing
- Art.
- Photography.
- Cameras.
- Violence.
- Water.
- Pencils.
- Music.
-Red. (color)
-Black. (color)
-Tan. (color)
-Pretty eyes.
-Heights.
-Trees.
-Warmth.
-Summer.
-Pandas…
-Spring.
-Rain.
-His Suzuki GS500.
-Drawing.
-Killing Trojans.
-Cake.
Dislikes:
-Bossy women.
-If someone interrupts his gaming.
-Hypocrites.
-His Family.
-Math.
-Jerks.
-Arrogance.
-Those who think they are above all others.
-Cold.
-Winter.
Turn Ons:
-Popsicles.
-Leather.
-Small romantic things.
-Charming Personalities.
-Stubble ;D
Turn Offs:
-Over hormonal men.
-Over muscular.
-Too hyper people.
-Those giant tits that is in all Hentai now a days. Ugh.
Nervous Habits:
-Picks at the strap of his goggles.
- Biting his bottom lip.
Fears:
-Getting Shot.
-Bears. (The skins gross him out.)
Goals/Aspirations:
- Get a SCOOT RX-7.
- Find a Suzuki GS500F in good shape and at a low price.
- Find a boyfriend.
Appearance:
He has soft and straight dark red (not like clown hair.) hair that just reaches above his jaw line. He has dark brown eyes that appear to be black, but the light brown around his cornea tells a different story. Darik was technically born in Germany so he speaks with a slight German accent. He wears his goggles over his eyes most of the time, or its either hanging from his neck or on his head. The lenses of his goggles are usually orange, and the frames gray or black. Darik smokes a lot, always having one in his mouth. He carries a lighter that looks like a gun, finding it humorous when people yell at him for it. He carries game consoles with him, either a PSP, Nintendo DS, or his old school GameBoy. He typically wears a black and white stripped shirt, or a red and black stripped shirt, he likes the colors. He’d usually be wearing a vest too, unless it’s warm. Its tan in color and as a white trim. He smiles quite a lot, but instead of a full blown grin its more of a small smile. He has a slight muscular body, despite his aversion to exercise (though he does go though a regular exercise routine, he says its to keep his gaming hands strong but I beg to differ.)
Personality:
Darik is pretty humble and pleasant. He doesn’t judge by first impressions, but rather waits for another chance to talk to them. He likes smoking and gaming, he’s a pretty good hacker too. He’ll fix machines for money, or for free if you’re his friend. He takes great care of his motorcycle and computer. He is somewhat shy, but doesn’t let that stop him from speaking his mind. He is more the “be quiet and observe” type. But if he’s really interested in something or someone he’ll talk a bit…too much. He likes to watch…..fireworks! (PERVS THINK OTHERWISE!) Birds are his favorite thing, and likes to let Pii-tan and Dii-tan wander the grounds on their own most of the time.[/font]
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&&--A glimpse at the past
[/size][/center]Father: Adalfrid von Deifhen-34
Mother: Alasa von Deifhen-30
Sibling/s: N/A.
Other important relatives: Cousin- Daisuke Hanajima (through Christian Hanajima.)
Pets:
Cockatiel- Pii-tan, 1 year old.
Canary-Dii-tan-1 year old.
History:
Darik was born in German to his parents Adalfrid and Alasa von Deifhen. When he was still a baby, the couple decided to abandon Germany for Japan, and left to start a new life for their child.
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“Darik, this is a cherry blossom. Aren’t they pretty?” His mother cooed at her four year old son, handing him a small bustle, her accent filtering though her Japanese.
Darik gripped them in his small hands looking at the small pink petals in wonder, “Ja…” He smiled up at his mother who smiled back warmly, lifting him up into her arms.
”Now Darik, did I tell you where Daddy is?” His mom mused, nuzzling him close.
”Ja! On a biznez twip!” Darik grinned.
”Yes! Good boy…”
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”Hey mom!” Darik yelled down the stairs, hanging off of the rail on the grand set of stairs. He was ten today, and was wondering when his father was going to be home. He had left on another business trip a week ago and hadn’t been back yet. Darik listened as his voice echoed through the large house and sighed. Was his mom not home?
”MOM!” he yelled again, listening to the echoes. MOM…Mom…Mom…mom…mom…mm…
”Dammit.” he muttered running down the stair case and into the kitchen, needing food. He tore through the fridge and grabbed some pizza pops, tossing them in the microwave before running upstairs again. He adjusted the straps of his goggles on his head and spun around in his wheeled computer chair before coming to a stop in front of his totally awesome machine.
He had installed a ton of the latest tech, including a protection system that eliminated threats from four networks off and allowed no one into his system without the proper codes if anyone tried to hack him. The latest gaming software and a load of memory was added just yesterday. He was practically drooling.
”So imba…” he muttered before turning the system on. The screen flickered and Darik’s own custom emblem flickered on the screen for a moment before disappearing and his log in shone at him.
He typed in his thirty letter password with a flick of his fingers and then got up as the microwave dinged downstairs. He ran for it, making it downstairs in roughly 0.5 seconds. He slid into the kitchen and popped open the microwave and grabbed the hot food. He gasped slightly before tossing them hand to hand as he ran up the stairs again. Screw a plate.
He jumped into his chair and twirled around, setting the hot pockets on his desk and typing on his computer keyboard for a moment until his gaming menu popped up. He looked at them for a moment before figuring he wanted to play some old school GTA. Wasn’t the best of his games, but he felt like killing some hoes.
He pulled his goggles down over his eyes and shoved on his headphones as the game loaded, eating one of the pizza pops in a single bite. ”Lets kill some bitches….” he muttered before grabbing the game controller from beside him.
He watched as he entered the city, carrying Uzi. Darik smirked, cheats are awesome… He quickly started in on his game, starting shooting almost immediately, the lights reflecting off of the lense of his goggles.
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”Do I have to be here?” Darik asked his father. He was in a suit and very uncomfortable, and his mother had kidnapped his goggles.
His father turned to look at him, ”Darik von Deifhen. It is not every day that your own father becomes the president of a major weapons company.”
”Yeah the company that takes the designs of his fourteen year old son…..” Darik muttered, turning away.
His father swore, glaring at him. But Darik was right, most of the weapon designs were his own. His father had paid him a hundred dollars to keep quiet and sold the designs to the Japanese military for almost a million dollars each.
So much for honor.
Darik drifted around the party, everyone talking to him now and again about how great his father was.
Yeah great…more like a complete incompetent moron… Darik growled darkly in his thoughts. Lurking into the shadows.
What a stupid event. Celebrating the promotion of a liar. Bullshit…
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He sighed, sitting on the lap of his boyfriend. Today was hot for Japan, and Darik could feel the sweat drip down his body as he sat there, playing his game. A cigarette burning and between his lips. His boyfriend nipped his neck playfully and smirked when Darik blushed. Darik gave his blonde lover a look before continuing. The other boy ran his hands down Darik’s chest, making his loins respond. Darik grinned and leaned his head back to receive a gentle kiss.
”Mmmm…” Darik murmured, blushing.
The other boy grinned, shaking his hair out of his eyes slightly, ”Do I affect you that much Darik~?”
Darik blushed, but grinned again. ”You know you do…”
The boy smirked and kissed him lightly then leaned back, looking away.
Darik looked at him, ”What’s wrong?”
”What happens if your parents find out about us?” the boy whispered.
Darik froze, going cold as he had been wondering about that himself. ”I don’t know.” he whispered, being honest.
”I love you Darik.” the boy whispered sadly, kissing him again.
”As I love you.” Darik whispered, returning the kiss.
”Darik….” his mother whispered from the doorway suddenly. Both boys jumped. Darik leaping to his feet.
”Mom!” he begged, reaching out a hand to stop her.
She flinched away and gave him a look of disgust, ”Fucking faggot!!” she screamed, running downstairs.
Darik was frozen in shock, staring at the space left by his mother, his arm still outstretched. ”No….mom….” He whispered as he listen to her yell her story to his father. Tears falling down his cheeks as he heard his fathers approach. ”Go…GO!” He whipped around, pushing his lover towards his large window.
”Wh-what?!” the boy asked, shocked.
”GO! Before he gets up here! I won’t have you hurt! NOW GO! I’ll send for you eventually!” Darik begged desperately, kissing him passionately before pushing him though the window.
”I love you…. he whispered as the blonde boy disappeared from view. Behind him, his father stormed in, suddenly grabbing him by his stripped shirt.
Goodbye….
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He sighed, stopping outside of the school grounds. His father had sent him to spain, to a “reform” school. Darik’s motorcycle idled next to him and he looked at the beautiful machine affectionately, then frowned. This was going to be…interesting.
He sighed and shook his head.
”Carpe diem and what not….“ he muttered, walking on.
Roleplaying Sample:
Darik grumbled slightly, his gaming was off, plus this system blew hardcore balls next to his one back home. But you do what you can with what you got.
He looked at the monitor, his fingers flying over the keys. He seemed to be losing. He paused quickly and grabbed his smoke carton, quickly fishing one out and placing it between his lips. He spun around on his chair, his knees against his chest, looking for this lighter.
”Where the hell did I put that….Oh there it is.”
He spotted it, hiding under a pile of Cds and jerked it out, spilling only some of the disks to the floor. He looked at them for a moment before shrugging. Whatever, he could always make copies. He spun back around to look at his computer and froze.
The screen had a trojan marching across his screen. His mouth dropped open and he swore, grabbing his trumping disk off of the floor and shoving into the drive.
Come on!! Come on!!
The progam opened and Darik’s fingers flew over the keyboard typing out the numbers and codes as if his fingers weren’t connected to his hands. The numbers filled the screen almost immediately. He smirked, he was beating the Trojan.
This isn’t very hard…”
He thought smugly, pausing to pull down his goggles and grab his cigarette of the floor before resuming his mad typing.
Now the hard part…..circle and trap the virus….then bomb the shit outta it….
He typed instantly, his trumping program multiplied and circled the Trojan, keeping it in his hard drive. He grinned and slammed his finger down on the execute button and grinned, a series of light patterns decorating his screen.
Bravo Darik…bravo.
He smirked and leaned back, lighting his cigarette calmly as his game restarted.
All in a days work~