Post by Virgiliu Florin Albescu on Apr 5, 2010 20:08:22 GMT -5
VIRGILIU FLORIN ALBESCU
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: Coco or Rosie or Cocorosie
Age: 16
Roleplaying Experience: Mmm..4?
How you found the site: Known of this place for awhile, I s'pose I just decided to join for once.
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&&--The character cheat sheet
[/size][/center]Name: Virgiliu Florin Albescu
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Hair Color: Bleach Blonde~
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale, though only because of the French in his blood.
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 132 lbs.
Wealth: Below the poverty line.
Sexual Orientation: Bi-sexual, posing as Gay
Why they are in La Campana:The oppurtunity to steal food, items, clothing, et cetera and support his people. Explained more in the History section.[/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes:
- Bells
- Music
- Money
- Stealing
- Festivities
- Bright colours
- Sewing
- Dancing
- Serendipity
Dislikes:
- Liars
- Cheaters
- Traitors
- Going hungry
- Disappointing his people
- Not providing for his people
- Being manipulated
- Crying
Turn Ons:
In Men:
- Strong
- Capable
- Tall
- Gentle
In Women:
- Bouncy
- Energetic
- Dependable
- Adorable
Turn Offs:
In both Men and Women:
- Depressing
- Pessimistic
- Dependent
- Controlling
Nervous Habits:
- Fiddling with whatever instrument he has on him
- Speaking French
Fears:
- Getting caught thieving
- Going hungry
Goals/Aspirations:
- Feed his family permanently
- Master the accordion
- Steal as many things as humanly possible
Appearance:
Hair: Blonde, cleanly trimmed though he typically lets it do whatever it wants. He puts no products into it, and rarely washes with shampoo because of his view on animal testing.
Eyes: A very dark brown, and circular in shape. Usually they take on a smug sort of appearance to fit with his seemingly permanent smirk.
Body: Virgil has a very lithe form. It's tall, lanky, and quite acrobatic. There's times when he's able to do all manners of flips and somersaults, not to mention something quite akin to pole dancing.
Clothes: Very colourful clothes adorn Virlgiliu's body. Bright yellows and deep maroons are typical, as well as dozens of minute bells sewn to fashionable rips and tears in his outfit. Leggings hug his slender thighs, and trail downwards to be tucked into curly-toed shoes.
Personality:
Virgil's an oddball through and through. Though his alliance holds entirely to the gypsies, no one can honestly say their his "friend". Not many, if any, know exactly what's going on inside that head of his, considering the boy is so keen on switching his moods without a second thought.
Virgiliu enjoys festivities, dancing, singing, anything that involves parties. He loves being the center of attention, though knows when to allow others the lime light. Some say he's something of a "Puppeteer", watching things from the sidelines and manipulating people. This isn't to say he's a villain of course, though he is quite skilled at getting others to do as he wants. He's quite fond of agreeing with those he can use and suggesting possible courses of actions, all the while forcing them to believe it was their idea to begin with. The gypsy never does something for nothing.
Virgil doesn't associate himself as a villain nor hero; his loyalty lies with the gypsies. It doesn't matter to him if this involves lies of thievery, so long as the well being of his people is safe, he's willing to do whatever it takes.[/font]
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&&--A glimpse of the past
[/size][/center]Father: Unknown, assumed deceased.
Mother: Unknown, assumed deceased.
Sibling/s: Unknown.
Other important relatives: Virgil considers his band of misfits to be his family and friends. He supports them just as they support him.
Pets: A fruit bat he likes to call Minnie. She's a secret from the school, so he keeps her in the rafters of his room and also permits her outside whenever she wants.
History:CHILDHOOD :: Virgil's life is a shaded one. From a very young age, he was deemed an "outcast", begging for food on the streets. His mother was a gypsy from Romania, and taught him everything he was to know. His father on the other hand was a full-blooded Frenchman, though cared not for his nomadic ways so long as he had his family.
As a child, his parents, older than the typical age of new caretakers, passed away. This was due to their old age, as well as the many illnesses present in their makeshift community. Though he was taken care of by the other gypsies present since his birth, Virgiliu never really became all that close to anyone.
He soon learned to care for himself, fending off anyone that wished to harm him or his people. Naturally, this took quite awhile, and there were many situations where the boy took an awful beating for his bravery, though with time his body became accustomed to pain, and learned to fight back.
MIDDLE YEARS :: As he aged, many looked up to Virgil as someone akin to their leader. He protected as many of them as possible, and even stood up to any manner of authority should they threaten them. with time, they migrated to different areas of the world, seeking refuge as Romania was soon transforming into a place they weren't particularly welcome.
THE NOW :: After sailing on a ship to Spain, Virgil and his family came across La Campana. Seeing this as an ideal opportunity for an income, Virgil volunteered to enroll and pose as a homosexual teenager. Others played the roll of his parents and, in no time at all, the boy was permitted into the school.
Roleplaying Sample:
((A reply taken from another site~))
Virgil's lips parted slightly, as if to voice a protest as the snooty woman proceeded to stomp away, blind daughter in tow. He held back any words however, releasing his breath softly instead.
Without a moment's hesitation, the brunette let his trademark grin slip into place, raising a gloved hand to wave enthusiastically after them.
"Come back later, mademoiselle," he cried, letting a small chuckle float past his lips, "I'll be saving that dance for you!"
Oh, he knew all too well this would probably prompt the elderly female to become even angrier, perhaps turn around to give him a piece of her mind? Whatever the course of action, Virgil was far too accustomed to prejudice treatment to be phased any longer.
Such was common for his people after all, and it still wasn't all that uncommon for them to be seen as unholy and evil. To be hated was one thing, but to be accused of witchcraft was another matter entirely, and Virgillu had held witness to too many executions to still have a soft heart. No, should he be shouted at, Virgil might just have to force his hand into dowsing the woman in water. That or besting her in a battle of wits. Both were..equally satisfying.
"You can't be French sometimes, you know."
Glancing back to before him, the gypsy eyed the girl. On her chest she held the same cat that had earlier been attacking his clothing and, to Virgil's slight disgust, she was using this as a reason to present her bosom quite provocatively towards the brunette. Not that he was a stranger to such advances, but perhaps Virgiliu had fooled himself into thinking such blatant display of sexuality was only common amongst his own people. Perhaps he was wrong.
"Au contraire," he replied, raising a finger thoughtfully to rub at his chin, "I can." Choosing to continue, Virgil figured he might as well twist his words, if only a little. "To be something is to speak it, act it, and appear it. Dacă eu nu vorbesc limba română, I'm then Romanian." A giggle fluttered past pink lips, perhaps a little mocking. "Understand?"
Without waiting for an answer, Virgiliu's attention was diverted to the sound of, oh joyous, another cat. Not to say he had a particular dislike for felines, only..There seemed to be an excess amount present in this village, and he wasn't entirely certain what his views on it were.
This one didn't seem all that keen on coming forward however, which struck a curiousity chord within the gypsy. With a slight inhale, he raised the reed pipe to his lips once more and blew into the mouth piece, fingertips moving at a slow pace as if to coax the small animal closer. Virgiliu would rather be adorably attacked then stoically shunned, after all.
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