Post by fredlyin on Feb 27, 2010 2:54:27 GMT -5
Ruquezaokuu Cucurinus DePicto
ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAR FACE, WORN OUT PLACES, WORN OUT FACES
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BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES, GOING NOWHERE, GOING NOWHERE!
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WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME?
Ruquezaokuu Cucurinus DePicto
DO YOU HAVE ANY NICKNAMES?
Ru (by everyone), Curry (by family)
WHERE IS BIRTH PLACE?
Abruzzo, Italy
THAT MAKES YOUR NATIONALITY...
Italian
WHEN IS YOUR BIRTH DATE
October 3, 1992
HOW OLD DOES THAT MAKE YOU?
17
WHAT IS YOUR RELIGION?
(not very devout, raised) Roman Catholic
WHAT IS YOUR SEXUALITY?
bisexual
WHAT CRIME SENT YOU HERE?
drug dealing, sexual harassment, harassment, assault, assault with deadly weapon
HOW LONG IS YOUR SENTENCE?
three years
WHO DO YOU BEST RESEMBLE?
Patrick Kozlowski
IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THEIR TEARS ARE FILLING UP THEIR GLASSES, NO EXPRESSION, NO EXPRESSION.
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THEIR TEARS ARE FILLING UP THEIR GLASSES, NO EXPRESSION, NO EXPRESSION.
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WHAT DO YOU ENJOY?
girls, painting, sunny days (as well as calm, rainy days), quiet places, cocaine, earth tones, open-minded people, acting, eating (meat), singing, animals, nature
WHAT DO YOU NOT ENJOY?
water, yelling, oranges, narrow-minded people, cats, bullies, too MUCH quiet, filth
WHAT DO YOU FEAR MOST?
]drowning, failure, losing his friends
WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS IN LIFE?
To be a famous artist, to be happy again
WHAT ARE YOUR FLAWS?
obsessive-compulsive, prone to anxiety attacks, submissive when in arguments (unless taking up for someone else), clingy, creepily quiet
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN ONS?
boobs, muscles, dominance, biting, attention to his ear, vocalness, bondage
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN OFFS?
bad smells, filth, people extremely out of shape
WHAT IS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
Either the day got GladiatorMosaic, or his first time
WHAT IS YOUR WORST MEMORY?
When he came home to his mother, dead on the wall
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF!
Ruquezaokuu grew up in a small town. As a result of this sheltering, he never quite learned rudeness. His mother taught him to always be sweet and put others before himself. He always listens well to adults and does what they ask him to do, as they know more than he. Even when doubtful of the validity or the intentions of the deed, he's slow to ask questions.
Despite his best intentions and his willingness to comply with near anything, Ru finds it hard to make friends. It's not because of any difficulty to get close to someone, oh no; rather, it's fault of his hesitancy to speak. Ru can find it difficult, even choking, to volunteer a "hello" to a stranger lest he get yelled at. As a result, most of his time is spent quietly taking notes (Aka, doodling) in class. One of his best qualities is his creativity; still a child at heart, he has a vivid imagination. A glance at his notebook can hint at his talent with a pen and his mind, thinking of the most surreal of images as if in instinct.
Ru, with his friends, offers a stark contrast of the one in class. He is no longer quiet and wide-eyed, unnerved and servile. Instead, his flustered little flickers of smiles exchange for confident, warm smiles. His voice goes low and sure instead of almost shrill and hesitand in a stutter. One of the most noted changesnis the look in his eyes; they show with an amused brilliance, one that he inherited from his mother. Ru also is known for his quirky comments that can shock a parson; one moment, he's commenting on how fluffy bunny butts are, and the next, he's talking about how amazing a stranger would look in lingerie. When given the chance, Ru can actually easily make friends with anyone (in fact, he strives to do so).
The Italian has another issue with loved ones, and that's letting go. Due to his history, he hates being left alone for very, very long periods of time. Though people would assume that he is a loner, most of it is simply his being skittish. Even when he is outside sitting under a tree away from large masse of people, he is most likely with friends. He has a knack with animals, even prefers them over human socialization at times...most places he travels to, he manages to befriend a stray dog (or at least, believe he did). With any relationship he forms, Ru keeps it close to heart. He'll do nearly anything for a buddy, finding that friendship is the absolute best gift any man or woman can give. He's noted as being extremely affectionate, issuing hugs and kisses generously to both men and women. Ruquezaokuu is especially handsy (not in a bad way, necessarily) with young ladies, finding them to be beautiful and delicate creatures. Particularly polite and servile to them, Ru has been theorized to even have an unhealthy obsession with the female form.
IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THE DREAMS IN WHICH IM DYING ARE THE BEST I HAVE EVER HAD.
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THE DREAMS IN WHICH IM DYING ARE THE BEST I HAVE EVER HAD.
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WHO IS YOUR MOTHER? HOW OLD IS SHE? WHAT DOES SHE DO?
Syrillas Amelia Gorzilli-DePicto, deceased at 29 (when he was 10)
WHO IS YOUR FATHER? HOW OLD IS HE? WHAT DOES HE DO?
Arecio Mars Depicto, 42
DO YOU HAVE ANY BROTHERS?
Several (illegitimate)
DO YOU HAVE ANY SISTERS?
Hermes Caducet, Uncle, 27
Cupid Caducet-Valenino, Cousin, 13
TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST!
Ru grew up in a small farmland in Italy, to a young mother and an unsympathetic father. His supervised days were spent cleaning, sowing seed, reaping, weeding, eating, or sleeping. With just his mother, his days were much more cheerful; she would do her best to make his life worth while, taking him out to the woods to play, or cooking and giggling in the kitchen, or painting or sculpting. Ru sought the days where his father would leave, sometimes not coming back for weeks. The only bad part of these days were the glimpses he saw of the slight shadow of his mother curled in a corner and sobbing quietly, or quiet afternoons where she would mention his father being out with "a friend of his."
As he grew older, Ru saw his mother more and more, his father less and less, and harbored some resentment for causing his best friend to spend so much time crying. He could do nothing to alleviate her pain, the pain of having her only love leave her so much for another. The boy would hold her, brew her tea, and try not to stare at the rough, monochromatic patches of blue littering her skin. He knew what she was going through as days seeped into his mind.
Slowly, the reasoning by her urgent shoves, her desperate pleas for him to go out and play in the woods revealed itself to him. On his tenth year of living, he had a fair knowledge of the cruelty his father displayed to the very people that (at least, should have) loved him the most. He tried hard enough to do as his mother wished, to stay out of sight—thus, out of mind—and channel his energy elsewhere. But “elsewhere” usually ended up as his mother, something Ru could not tolerate for long. Had the boy not been “home schooled”, questions would, no doubt, have been raised over the steadily emerging bruises and burns littering his body (and occasional scratch, from an ill-timed dodge from an oncoming bottle).
He returned home one day with the day's profits tucked under his arm, a sickle in hand, an absent smile on his face. But the heavy scent of blood warned the child of foul play, and after cautious searching, he found a lithe little body curled and limp on the floor and not breathing; there was a knife was protruding from her frail chest. The child came close and identified her as his mother.
The discovery of the only human companion he had in his world now stiff and lifeless sent him into hysterics, sleeping with the body in the hopes of her becoming alert again with dawn. Instead, his father, Arecio, returned to two unmoving bodies in the middle of the floor. Upon seeing his father, Ru fell again into hysterics and screamed about how it was his fault his mother was gone. After that began the dark ages of Ru's life, where he would go days without smiling or eating, talking or painting.
Arecio wished Ru to be a stronger and more distinguished man that he was shaping up to be. Several times, the man forced him into fights (yes, with him), or endangered his life since a man is the only thing that can live in this world. Kindness and love was replaced with pain and suffering. If he wasn't being thrown into water in order to "sink or swim", Ru was attempting to run away from his house.
His dear uncle Hermes finally came one day to save his nephew from his monster of a brother. He took him from Italy to America. New York was a culture shock from such a small town in Italy; with his new quiet demeanor, it can't be said it waas easy for him to make friends. Despite scolding from Hermes, most of Ru's time was spent cleaning and entertaining guests. Hermes simply wished for his nephew to quit being so uptight. But Hermes had, in his time away from Italy, corrupted to the city, burying himself in sex, drugs, and money. Though his intentions were sweet, they ended up giving the child more unhealthy obsessions than cleanliness and order.
At his seventeenth birthday party, Ru lost his virginity to a friend of his, a younger sister of Hermes's latest floozy. He lost the high of feeling loved and being loved, getting the buzz of such a deed soon after, as both Dianne and Patricia were whisked away to Colorado by their parents. This lead to a mild depression, lingering touches, desperate charm, and a new addiction.
Not even two months later, Ru started cocaine. The Italian started after a romp with a new friend of his uncle and her invitation to try it. The high grew soon to something he sought after, and dangerous run-ins with backstreets grew often. On a certain visit, the police caught him white-handed and exchanging his money. But since Ru was recieving from a very reluctant friend in the first place, he did the safest thing for him in the situation and took the blame while he ran off with the goods.
Ru's records revealed a few run-ins with strange boys (those who threatened and picked at the few people he grew close to), some including blades, and charges from girls uncomfortable with his clingy nature and begs for physical comforts. With this new deed on his head, he was promptly shipped to a reform school to wring these sinful behaviors from his habits.
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IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
HIDE MY HEAD I WANT TO DROWN MY SORROWS, NO TOMMOROW, NO TOMORROW
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THE ROLEPLAYER!
NAME/ALIASHIDE MY HEAD I WANT TO DROWN MY SORROWS, NO TOMMOROW, NO TOMORROW
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THE ROLEPLAYER!
Call me fReD, Compy, or Jester.
AGE
Some. (16)
GENDER
It. (Female)
EXPERIENCE
5? 6?
CONTACT INFO
Ask.
TIME ZONE
Central?
RULE PHRASE
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IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
CHILDREN WAITING FOR THE DAY THEY FEEL GOOD, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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okay, here is how it goes. this application letter is made by eunicegoesRAWR! @CHILDREN WAITING FOR THE DAY THEY FEEL GOOD, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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caustion.2! lyrics are by gary jules and tears for fear. please so do not steal or claim it as yours.
i have a short temper and if i see it and see no credit or anything like that, i will have to hurt you, biatch!
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