Post by ascension on Jan 24, 2011 2:09:55 GMT -5
rafael aris romanov
"mama, just killed a man. put a gun against his head, pulled the trigger now he's dead. oh mama, life had just begun but now I've gone and thrown it all away"
NICKNAME(s) rafe
AGE 26
GENDER male
SEXUALITY hetero
GROUP human
MAJOR nada
OCCUPATION zip
STATUS single
ELEMENT neutral
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- 5' 9"
- 152 lbs
- dark blond hair
- hazel/green eyes
- strong jawline
- pointy chin
- strong nose
- pouty lips
rafael is in excellent shape. He can claim clearly defined muscles and a well proportioned body type. He's quite excellent at looking hot when not smiling, but the moment that boy moves his lips it's all over and you see him for what he really is, an absolute geek. He shows a strong preference to white t-shirts and jeans and a decent amount of dirt. No outfit is complete without dirt in his opinion.
PLAY BY aaeron bruckner
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- the color red
- snakes
- books
- ice cold water
- hard work
- people who don't judge
- horses
DISLIKES
- most people
- cats
- sugar
- wasting time
- being judged
- water
- air
- fire
- water
- anything unnatural
STRENGTHS
- hard worker
- sensible
- humble
WEAKNESSES
- deaf
- careless
- speech impediment
- social failure
OVERALL rafe is about as useful in a conversation as a spoon. combining the fact that he can't hear jack-shit, and even if he could he wouldn't want to say anything because of his severe speech impediment, when it comes to socializing he's done very little of this. He's got not idea how to interact, and has been a loner most of his life. He dislikes the way people judge him for refusing medical aid to fix his health issues, but he strong believes that chemicals and non-herbal medicines are harmful to the body. He's a sensible guy, and has his priorities straight though understands that he'll be alone for his entire life. Finds it amusing when people call him the "Village Idiot" because he lives alone, can't speak, and can't hear. Most people make the mistake in assuming that because his words come out all wrong his brain to is all wrong when that's certainly not the case. He's just as smart as you or me, but can't communicate in that range.
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MOTHER unknown to rafe
SIBLING(S) unknown to rafe
OTHER his adoptive parents marcus and adrianne romanov.
HISTORY rafe was dumped at a church at only a few weeks of age after his birth parents realized that he was "deaf and dumb". The church took him in, and the Pastor and his wife raised Rafe as best they could though everyone was easily frustrated with the boy. The pastor and his wife, being older, died around the time Rafe was 15 and he was quite simply forgotten after that. It was as if no one wanted to bother thinking about him, and even if it was cruel, they would rather he simply die off without the help of others than they be stuck with him the rest of his life and theirs. But Rafe did not die off, he was smart enough to leave the town and strike out on his own. Catching his food, finding shelter, and learning to farm the lands. He's been a hermit ever since, meeting few people if any along the way.
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NAME/ALIAS ascension
EXPERIENCE 2 years
OTHER CHARACTER(S) none
HOW YOU FOUND US gemma and her damn site whoring
ROLEPLAYING EXAMPLE FROM YOU
hope you don't mind I typed up a quick post for the hatching grounds to save time : )
SILENCE.
Have you ever truly experienced? I bet not. Not like I have, I have experienced a kind of silence you will never know. Never in your wildest dreams have you imagined this, this darkness that you cannot see. It's unlike anything you can image. And really, it's unlike anything I can image for it is all I have ever known.
I have never heard the birds sing.
I have never heard someone say I love you.
I have never heard rain on a tin roof.
I have heard of these things, but never have I really heard them.
It's a tragedy is it not?
I praise the gods, whoever they may be, that I can at least see. I cannot imagine a world without sight. Without sound is hard enough on it's own, but without sight I would be lost. It is all that keeps me chained to this world. The promise of seeing the sun rise one more time every day, the desire to see flowers blooming for the first time every spring, these are things worth living for.
I run my hands through the sand, feeling each individual grain rest against the rough skin of my palms with more intensity than others would. When you lack one sensory element, the others make up for the lack. Your taste becomes stronger, your sight more keen. Your feelings are heightened as if your body is trying to apologize for it's lack of perfection.
To say I think this is a good idea is neither truth nor lie. But as I have no say in the matter, my opinion is of no consequence. When the bond calls, you go. That is how it has always been and I image always will be. A dragon senses it's master and he must go, as I go now to the Hatching Grounds to see who calls.
It is a strange thing to know you are being called but to hear nothing, I assure you.
A thousand and one thoughts run through my head as I make my way across the sands. I am deaf, will I still hear my dragon? Or will we be forced to come up with some kind of crude hand-signal form of communication?
I cannot say.
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