Post by Raivis Galante on Mar 24, 2012 17:47:03 GMT
Personality, history, recurring nightmare, likes, dislikes and sample amended
These streets so fixed and solid
Were shimming with hate
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"You've paid your dues, you're free, of what are you afraid?"[/center][/size]
And everything that I relied on
Disappeared
Disappeared
Country: Latvia
Name: Raivis Galante
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Profession: Student
Highlander or Lowlander?: Lowlander
All the strangers look like family
All the family look so strange
All the family look so strange
Appearance:
Raivis is short, to say the least. With his height and demeanor and the fact that there's very little muscle mass on his bones he could easily be mistaken for twelve or thirteen. His face doesn't help either, his features are soft and slightly rounded and his eyes are an odd shade of bluish violet. His short, dusty blond hair falls right above his eyebrows. Due to the fact his hair is slightly curled leads to a slightly messy appearance.
Clothing wise Raivis tends to favour outfits that are warm, thick coats and hooded sweatshirts being among his favourite. These clothes tend to be just a little big for him, which only seems to emphasize his size.
Personality:
Generally, Raivis is pretty withdrawn. He's used to being alone and can spend long amounts of time in isolation, even though he craves attention. There's always an air of unease about him, he's constantly fidgeting and at times he even starts to shake. He's not easily broken though. He will whine and complain and cry a lot but when push comes to shove if something needs doing it will get done.
Despite his status as a crybaby there is something a little sinister about him. It seldom shines through but once you catch a glimpse you can't deny that it's there. Once coaxed out of his shell a little Raivis does enjoy the company of others and if people show him a little kindness he tends to do the same. A bit of a pessimist at heart, his mouth tends to move faster than his mind causing him to say things that may seem inappropriate but they're exactly what he's thinking. Raivis doesn't mean to be rude but his brutal honesty causes him to be a bit blunt sometimes. It's normally this brutal honesty that gets him in trouble. Raivis may seem like a walking accident but it's mostly half bad luck, half his own fault.
Despite his introversion if he can grow to trust someone he will be incredibly loyal to them, even if they start to grate on his nerves. As much as he likes to rely on other people he doesn’t want to be controlled either. Even though he can perform impossible feats when the time comes for it he usually likes to take it easy and most of the time appears to be quite a lazy person.
History:
Raivis was born into a fairly average family. Both his parents worked in retail and he had no brothers or sisters. His existence itself was overwhelmingly average to the point that he didn't stand out much. In fact during his time at school the other students tended to ignore him. For Raivis it was hard to make friends so he spent most of his time by himself. With less time for socializing he focused more on learning, grasping basic concepts like maths and reading far quicker than the other students. In fact reading became one of his favourite hobbies. Whenever his parents would try and read him a bed time story he insisted on reading as much of it as he could himself. It's a hobby that stayed with him almost all his life. Often he'd be found in the library rather than out in the playground.
No matter how much he loved to immerse himself in fiction Raivis was still lonely. The characters in his books had friends, why couldn't he? It was times like this he cursed being an only child, with siblings you were forced to interact because you were family. They couldn't just ignore your existence all together. You were family, and family was supposed to help family. The neglect by his peers started to fester as an inferiority complex. If he wasn't worth the time of other people he wasn't worth much. While he'd excelled in school when he was younger his grades soon dwindled down until they were just below average. There wasn't a desire to learn, if he couldn't answer a question then that only affirmed his belief that he just wasn't good enough. He wanted to loose himself more and more into his fantasy worlds but the more he did the more he wanted a life with adventure, a life with excitement and most importantly a life with friends. He was sick of it.
When the time came for him to enter secondary school Raivis promised himself that he would make friends. It wasn't until his second year that he started to come out of his shell a little more and start to make friends. He was so exited when it happened, for the first time in his life he had someone he could rely on but it was something he took for granted. Every time something went wrong he would take it out on them, expecting things to magically be patched up afterward but it just wore their relationship down until it broke. It wasn't a pretty sight, right in the middle of the playground, tears in his eyes as everyone was watching him get shouted at. From this point on he started to get teased and bullied, as much as he wanted to he was tired of being feeling sorry for himself, doing what he could to prove his worth. Often he'd get into scraps with the other children, no matter how hard he fought he still ended up beaten and bruised and on the losing end. In the end, his parents ended up transferring him to another school.
In his new school he did his best to keep to himself again. After what happened before he was reluctant to talk to people and ended up ignoring the few people that did try to engage him. Raivis gained a little bit of a reputation as someone who was rude and hostile. While none of the other students really gave him any trouble sometimes he could hear them talking about him behind his back. He tried to convince himself that it didn’t bother him, even though it did. It was easy to blame things on himself and make himself the victim but with no one to pull him out and shower him with praise it just didn’t seem worth it. In the end he convinced himself that he was just too mature for them.
In secret he started doing things that proved his maturity such as drinking or unsavory literature. Of course it didn’t prove anything other than reaffirming his belief that there was just something different with him that stopped him from having a healthy social life. In the public eye, he was still as withdrawn and quiet as always. His parents never found out and the whole thing was just unsatisfying. He had no friends, no prospects, nothing to keep him going from day to day life. There was a desire, deep inside him to do something great to prove not only to himself, but to everyone else that he was worth something. He was tired of his average life, but the drive to do anything just couldn’t be found.
In the end, he has trouble sleeping and nothing changed.
Recurring nightmare:
He's caught in the line of fire in a town square. The two opposing forces fighting for his capture, one he thought would have protected him but ended up being just as aggressive as the other. In the end he’s captured and dragged to a very cold place that certainly isn’t his home.
The only constant I am sure of
Is this accelerating rate of change
Is this accelerating rate of change
Likes:
Books; He loves reading, but even the smell and the feel of the pages can put him at ease.
Alcohol; That dreamy feeling is nice, but it's easy to take it too far.
Seafood; Lamprey eel is his favourite.
Bacon; And anything related to bacon.
Nature; Flowers seem to have a strange effect on him though.
Company; A little positive attention can do wonders for his mood.
Dislikes:
Fighting; Being physically weak he tends to loose. He won't back down from a challenge, but he'd really prefer not to.
Animals; They don't like him either.
Larger people; Something about people who can tower over him makes him uneasy.
Unwanted contact; Unless he initiates it he likes to keep his space.
Big shocks; He's twitchy as it is.
Coffee; Even with milk and sugar he doesn’t like the taste.
Downside up, upside down
Take my weight from the ground
[/b][/right]Take my weight from the ground
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Roleplay Sample:
Latvia liked to think he’s become accustomed to the idea of being human but the truth was he was far from it. While he could normally drink nearly anyone under the table and still wake up the next morning as fresh as a daisy that just wasn’t the case anymore. He lays slumped over the desk, not paying attention at all as the room awkwardly swims around him. While his head hurt he seems to at least have regained his tolerance to pain, but that doesn’t cover the sudden sensory sensitivity. As the bell rings he whines and curls up, not wanting to be subjected to the awful sound.
How many drinks had it been? Probably only around seven or eight but even that must have been too much. He can’t sit in this chair forever and eventually he manages to stagger to his feet and shuffle down the halls. There are too many people and it’s too loud and he just wants everyone to disappear.
“You look sick,” someone says in passing. It’s not like he was exactly trying to hide it.
“I’m fine...” Latvia replies without much thought but the voice is familiar and when he suddenly pinpoints it he whirls around so fast he loses his balance and ends up crashing into the lockers behind him.
“Läti! Are you sure you’re alright?” Estonia yelps as he lurches forward to grab Latvia’s arm and help him up. Yes, that’s right. Estonia was pretty much the reason that he had been drinking in the first place. Latvia couldn’t understand why he’d gotten so angry that time but he said some pretty hurtful things. It was understandable that this was the first time Estonia had spoken to him in months.
But the worst part is, he wondered if he really meant them.
He really did find Estonia annoying at times, the way he seemed to look down on people and how he was always pining to be a part of the Nordics but at the same time he couldn’t stand not talking to him. As he uneasily made it to his feet he gently tugged his arm out of his grip.
“I-I’m sure. You don’t have to worry about me...” he mumbles to his feet. He can’t stand to look at him right now, he can’t stand to talk about what happened but he can’t stand to lose what might be a very important opportunity to repair their relationship. Latvia opens his mouth to say something, anything that might fix things.
“I’m sorry I missed your birthday...”
Then again, maybe not.
Falling deep in the sky
Slipping into the unknown
Slipping into the unknown
Out of Character
Name/Nickname: Muri
Timezone: GMT
Any other information: I'm a little bad at open ended social role-playing games but I will try my best.
You pull me in…
P u l l
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