Post by HolaAntonio on Nov 14, 2011 2:02:00 GMT -5
You want to tell me what this is all about?
Name: Antonio Hernandez Carriedo
Street Name: (e.g Lil Sic, G loc, etc.) Alejandro
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left
I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left
Age: 19 about to be 20
Bitch or Homie: (Girl or Boy?) Male
Cause I've been blastin' and laughin so long that
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Where you from?: Valencia, Spain.
Whatchoo do?: (Occupation) Sophmore at Polaris University, majoring in engineering. Works as an erotic dancer on weekends and as a cashier at the local grocery week nights.
Who you be reppin?: (Affiliation) N/A
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me, be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
Me, be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
How you do: (Personality)
[/li][li]Exceedingly Giving: Antonio never hesitates to offer his assistance or help. Even if the situation may be of a huge inconvenience, he will still sacrifice his time and energy to help someone in need. Almost to the point of being thoughtless, Antonio instinctively drops what he's doing if he sees someone in pain or struggling. He has an extremely low tolerance for watching other people suffer and would much rather take the burden upon himself. His readiness to put others before himself is one of his major weaknesses as well as strengths.
[/li][li]Forgiving:Antonio can be overly forgiving, and as such is painfully oblivious to people taking advantage of him. He will not hold a grudge against others regardless of the extent of their trespasses against him. His philosophy is that you must forgive others for your own sake, otherwise you are giving control to those that have done you wrong. Why toss and turn in bed while your offender is sleeping soundly? The Spaniard will automatically assume that others are as pure intended as he is and is easily gullible to ulterior motives.
[/li][li]Kind Hearted: An all around sweet guy, one will always catch Antonio going the extra mile for no particular reason. From picking up that stray piece of trash on the ground, giving up his seat on the train and even holding the door for a stranger, there isn't a mean or cruel intended bone in his body.
[/li][li]Optimistic: Having a generally lighthearted and almost whimsical presence that can be contagious at times, Antonio is a ll around A happy-go-luck kind of guy. Always trying to look on the bright side of things, he will be the first person to break any serious tension with a dopey smile and a kind, encouraging comment. He can seamlessly stifle his own unfortunate circumstances and the daunting obstacles that the Polaris throws his way, with a warm heart and positive attitude. Antonio's persistently high spirits have a tendency to rub off on those around him.
[/li][li]Down to Earth:Antonio is a very sympathetic and empathetic man but he can also be grounded and realistic. He takes pity on those who are forced to suffer through something painful and always tries to offer a shoulder to lean on with some gentle albeit practical advice. He will not hesitate to be the one to give a friend a reality check in his own gentle way. Antonio puts things into perspective and won't be afraid of telling someone to stop feeling sorry for themselves or to take intiative in their lives. Having been down a rough road himself, it is one of his biggest pet peeves to see someone complain about their circumstances when they are being entirely ungreatful and doing little to actually fix their problems. As nicely as possible, the brunette will remind them that things could always be worse.
[/li][li]Hard Working: Very little of what Antonio owns in his life has come without hard work. An immigrant to the Polaris at the age of eight, Antonio had to deal with not only segregation but surviving off of a low income. Putting himself through college with scholarships and grants, the Spaniard works diligently to pay off his school debts and the cost of living. Working two jobs, Antonio still studies meticulously in hopes of one day escaping the dismal life of the Polaris with an engineering degree.
[/li][li]Open: Antonio is the wear-your-heart-on-your-sleeve type o guy. He doesn't do well masking how he is feeling or what he is thinking, and to a particular point he doesn't really try to. He was raised to be honest, and at times his bluntness may come across as being rude.
[/li][li]Oblivious: Despite the many hardships Antonio has been forced to face, the brunette still manages to possess an air of innocence about him that can be mostly seen in his oblivious nature. Easily mistaken for being dim-witted, the Spaniard may have no trouble solving a calculus equation but at times has a hard time putting two and two together when it comes to human behavior. Almost childish in his beliefs, Antonio doesn't understand why people try to hide behind false pretenses and claim to be okay when they are far from it. When others put on a mask around him, it usually flies straight over his head.
[/li][li]Patient: Antonio is blessed with the patience of a Saint. Willing to wait for long periods of time, even if doing so may be emotionally or physically taxing, he always believes a good outcome is always worth the time he puts in to it.
[/li][li]Self-Sacrificing: There is little to nothing Antonio wouldn't do for some one or something once he deems them a friend or worth while. Be it his time, money or even his life, the Spaniard won't hesitate to sacrifice any of his means for the greater good. A prime example of this is how he gives up his own personal dignity as an erotic dancer in order to pay for his college tuition and expenses. He hates his degrading job but he swallows his own complaints in order to stay in college.
[/li][li]Independent: Stubborn about carrying his own weight, Antonio will very rarely ask a favor, and as such won't cry in front of others unless he is completely comfortable with them. When hurt, he tends to laugh it off until he can find the solitude to let out his sorrows, refusing to push his emotions on others to bear. He is intrinsically motivated and does not require a reward to his actions.
[/li][li]Romantic: At heart, Antonio is a helpless romantic that will unconditionally devotes himself to his lover. giving them everything he is and has. Faithful and passionate, when it comes to matters of the heart, he never half asses anything and puts himself completely in a relationship. Sincere and maybe at times over the top, Antonio likes to lavish his lovers with compliments and make them feel like there is no one else in the world he sees.
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You better watch how you talkin, and where you walkin
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
Your thing: (likes)
[/li][li]Being Lazy: When he is not working or studying, Antonio enjoys nothing more than lazing around. Weather he decides to pick up a good book, takes a nap or even surf the television, he will spend most of his his leisure time doing relaxing activities that require little to none of concentration.
[/li][li]Cats: Antonio's affinity towards cats was born while he still lived in Spain where he found a tiny Abyssinian kitten wandering one of the Valencia ports. Rescuing the bold, playful stray, he named her 'Maria'. As a young boy she was the first pet Antonio ever owned and instantly became found of cats' distinct and prideful personalities. He longs to see humanity learn more from their forgiving nature and easy satisfaction.
[/li][li]Sunshine: The streets of the Polaris are gloomy and dreary more often than not. Having grown up in land always cast in warm sunlight,Antonio misses the days where he could lay out on his front porch and bask in pleasant weather that tingled his skin. Whenever a nice day rolls around, one will find Antonio outside enjoying it.
[/li][li]Children: Having an inhuman amount of patience, Antonio has always loved working with children. He believes there is nothing more precious than that of the pure, untainted soul of a child. He secretly longs for some of his own one day.
[/li][li]Tomatoes: A popular ingredient in spanish food, Antonio greatly enjoys their taste and the person momentos they carry.
[/li][li]Music/Singing: The ultimate form of expression, Antonio loves listening to music as well as making it himself. He usually hums a small tune under his breath when performing a mindless task and enjoys singing in the shower. He plays small gigs at the local coffee shop when he can afford the time.
[/li][li]The Ocean: Having grown up near the sea, Antonio has has a life long love for water.
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I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc'-
As they grew I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
Not your thing: (dislikes)
[/li][li]Crime: Although he knows that the Polaris will always be in a state of turmoil with another dead body laying just around the corner, Antonio still despises gangs and violence. A pacifist at heart but also a realist, Antonio knows that crime will always be a part of the Polaris but wishes it wasn't so.
[/li][li]Racism: Having dealt with his fair share of racism as an immigrant child to the Polaris, Antonio was constantly teased for his accent and poor ability to grasp English when young. He has serious self conscious issues as a direct result, and still thinks poorly of himself at 19.
[/li][li]Harassment:Weather a stranger is being rude or confrontational, Antonio will step in and defend someone when he sees them being mistreated.
[/li][li]Illegal Drugs: Antonio never understood why people would want to use drugs to begin with, specifically if they could get you in trouble with the law. He feels like one shouldn't need the use of stimulants to be happy and it only shows a weak reflection of character when someone relies heavily on them.
[/li][li]Cold Weather:Used to the warm weather of his homeland, in winter Antonio gets very easily cold and dresses is many layers. His cheeks and nose have been prone to flush a soft pink when the frigid wind hits his face. The Spaniard will sleep closest to the furnace as possible.
[/li][li]Disrespect: Although, he realizes that people will always share a difference of opinions, Antonio still greatly frowns upon blatant disrespect. He believes in peaceful tolerance, and that hitting another human being is the ultimate form of disrespect. Voices will never be recognized if all that is being thrown around are harsh words and fists. The brunette in an advocate for talking things out.
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I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
What you been through: Antonio grew up in modest home in Spain on the Mediterranean coast in the city of Valencia to his parents Enrique and Gloria. His love of the sea was born from his childhood where he would roam the cracked and narrow Spanish streets, tasting the salty air and basking in the warm sun and cool aquamarine waters. At the age of eight, his family immigrated to the United States, settling in a small apartment in the East side of Polaris city. Poor, and speaking very little English, Antonio's parents enrolled him in public school, where he was constantly teased and ridiculed for his accent and difficulty grasping language concepts. Not having many friends due to his inability to communicate well, Antonio devoted most of his time to studying English and over the course of four years could speak it flawlessly. After graduating from a local high school with honors, Antonio knew he wanted to attend college in hopes of one day receiving a good enough education that would allow him to move away from the dismal and crime-full Polaris. Coming from a small family, with a very modest income, he worked diligently to obtain scholarships and grants in order to put himself through school. Getting a job at the local grocery to help pay for his quaint apartment, Antonio soon realized that he was still not financially efficient enough to support himself while paying off his university debts. Swallowing his pride, he got a job as a stripper at a local club, using the alias 'Alejandro'.
On my knees in the night
Other shit:
-Since a young age Antonio has been diagonosed with narcolpsy. Promptly able to fall into a deep sleep (a REM state) when physically and mentally exhuasted, he can knock out practically anywhere. To quell any common misconceptions he won't fall asleep in the middle of walking down the street or standing. He has to be in a comfortable position, be it sitting or laying down before his narcolyptic nature can take hold of him. He has been known to fall asleep in the bath and on the train. He loathes his medical condition and takes medicine to reduce the likelihood of an attack.
-Antonio has a scar on his right cheek that he obtained at the age of 17 after being mugged. Although, the scar its self has healed and there is no mark on his skin, the wound left a small diagonal dent that only shows when he smiles(because of this most people mistake it for a dimple). He is extremely self conscious of it, and tends to cover his cheek when nervous.
-Antonio has an excellent singing voice and is also very talented at playing the guitar.
-He owns a rather dorky looking pair of reading glasses.
-When feeling apprehensive, Antonio babbles, going on a tangent about things that may or may not be entirely related to what the original subject was.
-Antonio was raised in a strict Catholic home, and to the day still suffers with coming to terms with his identity as a pansexual young man. Choosing to push the issue to the back of his mind, it is something he tries not to think about and will abruptly change the subject if need be. The brunette holds deep seated fears about the consequences his religion would force him to face for being with another man. As a person, and entirely outside of religion, the Spaniard thinks its completely absurd to be sent to hell for love.
Sayin prayers in the street light
Show us what you got: (RP sample)
The sky was still blushing a gradually vanishing pink as Antonio's eyes fluttered open with a leisurely flicker of thick eyelashes. Sparing a glance to the small window to his right, that was barely more than a petite hole in the wall, the brunette noted the sprinkled raindrops that chased each other down the smooth surface of the glass in irregular streaks.
"Rain?...." Tenor tone, hoarse with sleep, the Spaniard resisted the urge to roll back over into the warm sanctuary of his sheets and allow the gentle 'pitter-patter' of the falling rain to lull him back into a dreamless sleep.
On any other occasion, Antonio would have submit to his lethargic tendancies, after all it was Sunday and there were few activities that required his immediate attention. However, today he wanted to try that humble little coffee shop that had just opened on the corner of Plaski and Lincoln, and if he wanted to beat the morning rush he would have to get up now.
Sleeping in would have to remain a bitter-sweet longing until later, more accommodating days rolled around...
Swinging his legs over the simple bed, the emerald eyed man stretched his limbs until a satisfying pop sounded, loosening his muscles and pulling a contented sigh from his lips. Rising to his feet, Antonio wondered around his small apartment washing up and getting dressed in a monotonous routine. Pulling on a fitting pair of jeans and a simple black v-neck, Antonio made sure to dress in boots and a warm jacket. He would not be the fool who caught a cold out on this rainy winter morning.
Wrapping a fluffy white scarf areound his neck, Antonio slipped out the door without further preamble, heading down the street to the new Starbucks, one of his college textbooks tucked discretly under his arm.
It was easy to lose one's self in the rain, Antonio decided, staring up at the heavy clouds that seemed to bleed into each other like an expanding sea of watercolor. Different shades of gray and white melted into one another, smeared together by a grand, unseen paintbrush of the gods, spilling fresh water to quench the earth's hunger. It was almost poetic in its naturalistic beauty.
Smiling to himself, contently mellowed out by the tranquil weather, the Spaniard slipped inside the cozy sanctuary of the coffee house, face tingling as a euphoric gust of warm air enveloped him.
Wandering over to the counter, the brunette squinted up at the menu, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his supple lips.
"May I have a vanille latte with so-........."
It's hard to complete a thought... when you're standing before one of the most beautiful people you've ever laid eyes on.
The other male was standing calmly, expression distant, standing behind the counter with an imposing grace. Fair, porcelain skin seemed to glow beneath the small lamp nearby, hauntingly flawless, as if sculpted from the finest ivory. Golden eyes, glimmered like endless jewels, sharp and striking. Ash blonde locks were cute short, trailing up his neck until longer strands faned out in an almost gravity defying manner. A bizaire, but ultimately fitting hairstyle, that Antonio suddenly longed to
run his hands through. Wondering, if it was as silky and soft as it appeared to be. This man was frightenly handsome.
The brunette cleared his throat, a light blush dusted across his cheeks.
"With soy milk...."
"Rain?...." Tenor tone, hoarse with sleep, the Spaniard resisted the urge to roll back over into the warm sanctuary of his sheets and allow the gentle 'pitter-patter' of the falling rain to lull him back into a dreamless sleep.
On any other occasion, Antonio would have submit to his lethargic tendancies, after all it was Sunday and there were few activities that required his immediate attention. However, today he wanted to try that humble little coffee shop that had just opened on the corner of Plaski and Lincoln, and if he wanted to beat the morning rush he would have to get up now.
Sleeping in would have to remain a bitter-sweet longing until later, more accommodating days rolled around...
Swinging his legs over the simple bed, the emerald eyed man stretched his limbs until a satisfying pop sounded, loosening his muscles and pulling a contented sigh from his lips. Rising to his feet, Antonio wondered around his small apartment washing up and getting dressed in a monotonous routine. Pulling on a fitting pair of jeans and a simple black v-neck, Antonio made sure to dress in boots and a warm jacket. He would not be the fool who caught a cold out on this rainy winter morning.
Wrapping a fluffy white scarf areound his neck, Antonio slipped out the door without further preamble, heading down the street to the new Starbucks, one of his college textbooks tucked discretly under his arm.
It was easy to lose one's self in the rain, Antonio decided, staring up at the heavy clouds that seemed to bleed into each other like an expanding sea of watercolor. Different shades of gray and white melted into one another, smeared together by a grand, unseen paintbrush of the gods, spilling fresh water to quench the earth's hunger. It was almost poetic in its naturalistic beauty.
Smiling to himself, contently mellowed out by the tranquil weather, the Spaniard slipped inside the cozy sanctuary of the coffee house, face tingling as a euphoric gust of warm air enveloped him.
Wandering over to the counter, the brunette squinted up at the menu, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his supple lips.
"May I have a vanille latte with so-........."
It's hard to complete a thought... when you're standing before one of the most beautiful people you've ever laid eyes on.
The other male was standing calmly, expression distant, standing behind the counter with an imposing grace. Fair, porcelain skin seemed to glow beneath the small lamp nearby, hauntingly flawless, as if sculpted from the finest ivory. Golden eyes, glimmered like endless jewels, sharp and striking. Ash blonde locks were cute short, trailing up his neck until longer strands faned out in an almost gravity defying manner. A bizaire, but ultimately fitting hairstyle, that Antonio suddenly longed to
run his hands through. Wondering, if it was as silky and soft as it appeared to be. This man was frightenly handsome.
The brunette cleared his throat, a light blush dusted across his cheeks.
"With soy milk...."
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