Post by Raoul Corinthos on May 3, 2010 22:05:38 GMT -6
[/color]VALKYRIE,
CALIFORNIA
the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
in the night i hear them talk,
the coldest ever told,
somewhere far along this road
he lost his soul.[/font][/center]
WHEN THE OCEAN MET THE SKY ,[/color]
CHARACTER BASICS ,
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye[/color]
FULL NAME: raoul paolo victor cornithos[/font]
NICKNAMES: mostly goes by raoul
GENDER: male
AGE: 20
UNIVERSITY YEAR: freshman
MAJOR: undecided
MINOR: -
JOB: bus boy at la fleur violette
PLAYBY: marlon teixeira
YOUR BODY MAY BE GONE ,[/color]
CHARACTER APPEARANCE ,
i'm gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul[/color]
ETHNICITY: mexican[/font]
HAIR COLOR: black
EYE COLOR: brown
HEIGHT: 6'1"
WEIGHT: meh. can't guess
BODY TYPE: built
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: raoul actually has a few tattoos on his body. on his hip he has a small outline of a wolf, since his name means 'wolf-counselor'. the saying 'only god can judge me' is written across his shoulder blades in a 'fuck you' to his father. a black cross inhabits the right ride of his leg, just because, well, the boy is religious. etched along the inside of his right arm is an inscription that reads, 'what does not kill me, makes me stronger.' lastly, on the inside of his left upper arm (by the pit) has a small mexican flag, to remember where he came from.
PERSONAL STYLE: raoul is a simple guy. he has the means of having a lot of money thanks to his family, but since he's always on the outs with them, he generally does his own thing. therefore, he is a very simple dresser. plain, solid colored shirts and jeans is his typical m.o. he also wears cut-off t-shirts and those infamous wife-beaters. he doesn't like fancy, all those designer labels. he doesn't understand a plain black shirt could be sold for two hundred dollars because it had a famous name on the tag. he thinks that it's useless. raoul also wears a cold crucifix necklace around his neck all the time. it use to be his mother's and even if he doesn't remember her at all, it's the only thing he has of hers.
OTHER: mexican and proud of it.
IN YOUR MOUTH, IN YOUR SOUL ,[/color]
CHARACTER PERSONALITY ,
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind[/color]
STRENGTHS: soccer, thinking, cooking mexican food, hard worker.[/font]
WEAKNESSES: alcohol, gets the best of him all the time. marijuana, same reason. a good challenge.
LIKES: soccer, physical activity, other sports (though he works twice as hard to get good, he isn't what you would call a natural-born athlete.) proving everyone wrong, tattoos, drawing, tattoo artistry, marijuana, the idea that you can start a new life in america, the beach, music, dancing.
DISLIKES: most, (if not all,) of his family, always being the second in everything, high fashion and designer labels, not getting enough credit, the drug business, growing up in j.r.'s shadow, being angry all the time, the idea of taking someone's life for fun, the poverty in mexico, treated like third-class scum, people who think they know him.
FLAWS: very reserved, scar on his back from when he attempted to be involved with his family.
HABITS: he has the tendency to completely shut down when he's really pissed off. always tousles his thick hair around on his head.
SECRETS: second son of the cornithos' drug cartel's leader.
hates his family and everything they stand for.
BEST MEMORY: any time he had beaten j.r. at anything. enough said.
WORST MEMORY: raoul's worst memory could be summed up in two words: his life. he grew up never getting praise from his father. no 'good job' or 'you can do it' everything raoul's has done has been on his own. he always wondered if his mother was still alive, he would have had a different childhood.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: raoul grew up being second in his father's eyes. when you are reminded of it through the years, you grow bitter. this happened to raoul. he's almost like the unwanted child. the child that never really amounted to anything praise-worthy. he's in soccer, which he absolutely loves and wants to pursue professionally, but with his brother's awesomeness in the way, it's quite hard. being stepped on throughout the years has caused him to bottle up all his excess feelings. he never had someone in his family to talk to so it always resulted in him acting out, his father yelling at him, and people thinking he had a behavioral problem. when he hit about nineteen, he seemed to master his anger issues. when he gets really angry, he just has to step back and take a few deep breaths, but sometimes that's just not enough.
he also holds grudges. raoul has the type of mind that remembers everything. he remembers every time his father cut him down, every time j.r. beat him at something, every time one of his other siblings stole something as little as a toy from him. raoul just was never treated like the other corinthos children, and he resents everyone for that. he was the forgotten child and he hasn't been able to move past that. his constant push away from his family has resulted in his quiet-natured self, he isn't loud at all means or has one of those 'in your face' personalities like some of his family does. he likes making his snide little comments here and there and he has long given up wanting to be involved in family business. after a mishap when he was fourteen, he has excluded him with the family and thinks that the only thing that is keeping him tied to them is the last name.
though his is really good at soccer now, it took a long time for him to get there. he wasn't born a naturally-gifted athlete. or, should he say, not like his older brother was. he really had to work hard to achieve good athletic ability. he never took a season off and was always training. soccer is another great way to relieve his stress by taking his issues out on the field. this also made raoul very hard-working and dedicated to certain things, proving that if he put his mind to it, he could accomplish things on his own. he speaks both english and spanish. english, just as fluent as his native tongue. he had never been to america prior to moving there, but everyone was learning english, so why wouldn't he? now that he's in america, he's the type of guy who's always throwing in mexican words in with his english sentences. not because he forgets or doesn't realizes he does it, but just because he wants to. nothing wrong with that.
AND WE'LL BOTH GROW OLD ,[/color]
CHARACTER HISTORY ,
well i don't know, i don't know, i don't know, i hope so[/color]
HOMETOWN: tijuana, mexico[/size][/font]
PARENTS: juan arsenio santiago corinthos, sr. - father, forty-two, leader of the mexican drug cartel
paulina raquel barros-corinthos - mother, deceased
SIBLINGS: juan arsenio santiago corinthos, jr. - bio brother, twenty-one
magdelena gabriella esmerelda corinthos - half-sister, eighteen.
isabella amelia corinthos - half-sister, sixteen.
dominic emanuel montenegro - half-brother, fourteen.
hannah isadora montenegro - half-sister, four.
OTHER: sophia margarite mitchell-corinthos - step-mother, thirty-seven, housewife.
maria francesca montenegro - step-mother, thirty-two, housewife.
LIVING SITUATION: shaks for now, vu dorms in jan.
HISTORY: "you know when they say that if a baby isn't used to human touch in it's crucial first few years, it grows up to be one fucked up person? i think i'm part of that statistic. my mother died when i was almost three and my father never gave me the time of day since i never held the title of 'first born son.' yeah, i was pretty much fucked from the beginning.
i guess we could start with my parents. of course the following is all of what i've learned, not what i've been told. my dad doesn't like talking about the past let alone with me. but both my parents were both mexican. my dad grew up being one of those kids where he fought everyday to stay alive. kind of like, taking what he thought should be his. he ended up getting the leader he worked for killed and took over the drug cartel business. he met my mother somewhere down the line and from what i can understand - they actually loved each other. they got married and had my older brother, j.r. i don't have any recollection of my mother. i was two when she died. she was kidnapped by a rival gang and then later murdered. i iwsh i could say i remembered her face, or her sent, or anything for that matter, but i can't. i do remember being about seven i'd say i could remember her, but my father called me a liar and that it was untrue. he said that i didn't know her at all.
which brings me to my father. though i have only known him as a heartless douchebag, i guess he had the potential to be pretty decent. with the death of my mother he became colder. anything i thought i might have with my father was destroyed when mom died. he became obsessive with his work. security was tightened at the house and he was just ruthless. of course i was too young to remember any of this. i was still too young to remember when my father got some american girl pregnant, who ended up birthing two of my half sisters, maggie and bella. i grew up pretty much alone. i was five when i realized that juan sr. favored my brother over me. we both got into soccer like all the other kids our age did. i was never good enough, or maybe i was 'average' but that wasn't good enough for my father. he fawned all over j.r. like he was a fucking saint. me? well, i was the second-born son from his dead first wife. he had a new family, not to mention a third marriage that would give me more siblings, including another son who's six years younger than i am, and then another sister.
i was kind of like the forgotten one. one thing i did have was drive which always pushed me to be a better person, athlete, whatever. i was just trying to be deserving in my father's eyes. when i became a teenager, i thought joining my father's business would finally make me feel part of the family while proving to my father that i could be just like him. i was fourteen when i was apart of a drug deal gone bad. i was stabbed in the back. a long knife streak is permanently engraved into my back to this day. i was in the hospital for a few days. the great juan sr. visited me to inform me that i was foolish and stupid. that was the end of my drug dealing days. i have reason to believe that my father set me up. you see, between me and my brother, i was slightly more willing to get into the business and get appreciated. i don't think my father liked the idea that his second-born son was having an opportunity to surpass the heir of this drug cartel throne. i hate my father for this and i hate my brother for this. i hated that he was just so damn perfect. he was like the goose that shits golden eggs.
the rest of my teenage years consisted of training very hard for soccer and watching my half-sister run my father's business. i might actually have congratulating her on taking away what my father did all these years, but i didn't. at least juan sr. talks to her. he doesn't give me the time of day. after i graduated from high school in mexico, i moved out of the house and started doing my own thing. no matter where i went though, my last name plagued me. after a year, i ended up moving back into the house and the only people i talked to were the kids of my father's third wife. i don't have too much against those ones. i still did my own thing. i worked on cars at one of tj's auto shops, i restored an old motorcycle which is my means of transportation. i also got into tattooing (though i'm not licensed which i found out is a big deal in america.) and soccer was still my life. i thought when j.r. and maggie moved to california, it would make my life easier. it didn't. dad was still bitter, always yelling about maggie doing this, maggie doing that, and what j.r wasn't doing and should. i ended applying to the university in valkyrie where my siblings are and i got accepted. though i don't officially start until january when the next semester starts. i told my father where i was going and he honestly didn't care. and so i left, came to valkyrie, and am working until i can go to school.
COLLECTED MY BELONGINGS ,[/color]
ABOUT YOU AND FOR THE ADMINS ,
and i left the jail, well thanks for the time[/color]
YOUR NAME: lainey[/size][/font][/blockquote]
GENDER: female
AGE: 18 1/2 xD
RP EXPERIENCE: long enough
OTHER CHARACTERS: a ton.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:last character. i'm promising myself.credit: format by lainey, lyrics by modest mouse
