Post by Rafael Ramón de Leon on Jun 10, 2014 21:39:11 GMT -6
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FULL NAME:: Rafael Ramón Hernandez de Leon
NICKNAMES:: Raf, Ray,Raf the Ass
GENDER:: Male
ACTUAL AGE:: 118
APPARENT AGE:: Late twenties
SPECIES/RACE:: Vampire
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: he/him/his
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Bisexual, prefers women
FACECLAIM:: Jencarlos Canela
NATIONALITY:: Cuban
HEIGHT:: 5'11"
HAIR:: Black
EYES:: Hazel
SKIN:: Light copper
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: A scar on his right eyebrow, and one on his lower spine that he doesn't like anyone to see or touch, as well as a "matching" larger one on his stomach. He goes everywhere in a wheelchair.
APPEARANCE:: Rafael has a broad, somewhat soft square face and a broad, hardened square body. Despite this, he's really quite handsome. He has large, full lips, long eyelashes, well-defined eyebrows, and copper-toned skin. His eyes are big and hazel-colored, the sort of eyes that make you want to trust him, even if he isn't really the trustworthy type. His hair is dark, and he styles it back. He makes sure to keep it nice and trimmed. His arms have big, thick muscles, as those are the only limbs he has use of.
Rafael likes to wear classier clothes, suits or dress shirts and vests. He very much likes to look refined; it reflects the power he loves to have. That said, he is in a wheelchair all the time when he's not in a normal chair or in bed. His legs are somewhat stunted as a result of their not being functional; he puts a quilt or blanket over them to cover that fact up.
PERSONALITY:: Rafael is a man who loves power. He is a man who loves to be in control and on top of absolutely everything he can be. This is not necessarily a bad thing; he knows his limits, and he knows not to go absolutely crazy over the whole ordeal. But it is still a very important part of him. Most likely, it stems from his childhood, from seeing his family pushed and kicked around. Whatever the case may be, it's made him very good at the art of manipulation and charm. He knows how to use his looks to get what he wants from certain people, and his wiles to seize what he wants from others.
He's an intelligent creature, but he knows it, and that and his looks have contributed a great deal to his vanity. He reads in his free time, every book he can find, whether they be fiction or non, classic literature or trash romance novels. He used to work on cars, as it was the only outlet he really had, but his incident hindered his ability for that greatly. While he still does that from time to time, with help, reading is his solace, now.
The chair has affected him. Whenever he feels like someone is underestimating him because of his inability to walk, he's like to snap, and to do whatever he can to prove them wrong. This makes him impulsive and a little bit angrier than usual.
Rafael is not, I repeat, is not a happy man, at least not on the outside. He's grumbly and grouchy, prone to sulks and "moods". Anything can make him frown. It takes very special things, and very special people, to make him smile.
LIKES::
DISLIKES::
STRENGTHS::
WEAKNESSES::
SECRETS:: It used to be that he would have done anything to get himself back on his feet. Now, that's not so much the case, but he wouldn't say that to anyone.
RANK:: 13th Full Moon on the Vampie council
POWERS::
WEAKNESSES::
HOMETOWN:: Born in Havana, Cuba; raised in Miami, Florida.
PROFESSION:: Councilman
PARENTS:: Alejandro Luis Romario Morales de Leon (father), Mayelin Issabella Reyes Hernandez
SIBLINGS:: N/A
CHILDREN:: N/A
EXTENDED FAMILY:: Many aunts, uncles, and cousins, some of which he actually lived with for a time.
MARITAL STATUS:: Single
HISTORY:: Rafael Ramón Hernandez de Leon was the only child of Alejandro Luis Morales de Leon and Mayelin Issabella Reyes Hernandez, though the both of them tried almost desperately for more children, being the sort that came from large families and so were expected to make large families of their own. When he was only four years old, they and a few of his aunts and uncles immigrated from Havana, Cuba to Miami, Florida. They lived in a two-bedroom apartment, the seven of them, crammed like sardines in a can. They were a minority, and they were poor. In those times, the only jobs offered to them were illegal ones. So they worked in the jobs that were offered to them. They became lackies for bigger bosses, pushed around and spit on just so they could earn their daily bread.
Rafael watched this as a child, and as he did, it pushed a button deep inside his young mind. He promised himself he would never let some one step on him the same way they stepped on his family -- and he promised himself he would tear apart anyone who tried.
Because of his family's connections, he was able to get his own job within the mob when he was only fifteen. He pushed and pushed, and finally began to climb the ranks. When prohibition was passed in 1920, when he was twenty-four, he saw his opportunity, and he grabbed it. He severed a gang away from the larger brotherhood, and he moved them to Chicago to go and make their fortune in bootlegging.
In Chicago, he was the unquestioned leader, and his gang grew. Soon, they were large enough to be a brotherhood of their own, each and every one of them with girls on their arm and expensive illegal booze in their hands. Rafael opened a speakeasy, the money rolled in, and times were good.
Until someone else saw just how good the Cubans were.
In those days, most shootings were done by drive-by. No one expected a sniper, and so they were unprepared when, as Rafael and a couple of his friends and body-guards walked down the street, a shot rang out. Luckily, the sniper fled after the initial shot, and his bullet had not his its mark. Instead, it had hit him square in the small of his back, severing his spine.
Rafael was lucky to be alive. But he was not lucky, to lose the use of his legs forever.
Slowly, after that, his friends began to leave him. The other members of the gang stopped taking his orders. He was broken, according to them, and they could not be led by a broken man. Their words were what really broke him, truly.
He sought something, anything, to "fix" himself. And finally, he found a man who claimed he could work miracles. He turned Rafael, in exchange for free reign over a section of city Rafael and his cohorts owned. The only problem was that, though the blood took, Rafael's legs were as useless as ever.
After his gang completely left him, Rafael turned instead to the vampire hierarchy, and began again the long process of climbing the ranks until he was satisfied. The council saw his intelligence and took him on, and now he sits comfortably amongst its ranks.
OOC NAME:: Tony
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: 9-10 years
ANY NOTES:: Hello I am forum daddy!
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:: Already done!
{ Rafael Ramón de Leon }
FULL NAME:: Rafael Ramón Hernandez de Leon
NICKNAMES:: Raf, Ray,
GENDER:: Male
ACTUAL AGE:: 118
APPARENT AGE:: Late twenties
SPECIES/RACE:: Vampire
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: he/him/his
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Bisexual, prefers women
{ APPEARANCE } |
FACECLAIM:: Jencarlos Canela
NATIONALITY:: Cuban
HEIGHT:: 5'11"
HAIR:: Black
EYES:: Hazel
SKIN:: Light copper
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: A scar on his right eyebrow, and one on his lower spine that he doesn't like anyone to see or touch, as well as a "matching" larger one on his stomach. He goes everywhere in a wheelchair.
APPEARANCE:: Rafael has a broad, somewhat soft square face and a broad, hardened square body. Despite this, he's really quite handsome. He has large, full lips, long eyelashes, well-defined eyebrows, and copper-toned skin. His eyes are big and hazel-colored, the sort of eyes that make you want to trust him, even if he isn't really the trustworthy type. His hair is dark, and he styles it back. He makes sure to keep it nice and trimmed. His arms have big, thick muscles, as those are the only limbs he has use of.
Rafael likes to wear classier clothes, suits or dress shirts and vests. He very much likes to look refined; it reflects the power he loves to have. That said, he is in a wheelchair all the time when he's not in a normal chair or in bed. His legs are somewhat stunted as a result of their not being functional; he puts a quilt or blanket over them to cover that fact up.
{ PERSONALITY } |
PERSONALITY:: Rafael is a man who loves power. He is a man who loves to be in control and on top of absolutely everything he can be. This is not necessarily a bad thing; he knows his limits, and he knows not to go absolutely crazy over the whole ordeal. But it is still a very important part of him. Most likely, it stems from his childhood, from seeing his family pushed and kicked around. Whatever the case may be, it's made him very good at the art of manipulation and charm. He knows how to use his looks to get what he wants from certain people, and his wiles to seize what he wants from others.
He's an intelligent creature, but he knows it, and that and his looks have contributed a great deal to his vanity. He reads in his free time, every book he can find, whether they be fiction or non, classic literature or trash romance novels. He used to work on cars, as it was the only outlet he really had, but his incident hindered his ability for that greatly. While he still does that from time to time, with help, reading is his solace, now.
The chair has affected him. Whenever he feels like someone is underestimating him because of his inability to walk, he's like to snap, and to do whatever he can to prove them wrong. This makes him impulsive and a little bit angrier than usual.
Rafael is not, I repeat, is not a happy man, at least not on the outside. He's grumbly and grouchy, prone to sulks and "moods". Anything can make him frown. It takes very special things, and very special people, to make him smile.
LIKES::
- Jazz music. It reminds him of when he was younger.
- Any music from the '20s, actually.
- Aleena, though sometimes he doesn't care to admit it out loud.
- Having power, taking power, keeping power.
- Slaughtering anyone who underestimates him because he's in a chair.
DISLIKES::
- Being underestimated in general.
- The feeling that he needs to prove people wrong.
- When Aleena gets too silly for his tastes.
- People who can't or won't follow orders the first time they are given.
- Racist assholes.
STRENGTHS::
- Determined and willful.
- A natural at leading; he has the sort of presence that commands respect.
- Adaptable, as you can see by the way he deals with his disability.
- Confident in himself.
- Very charismatic, though his looks may help.
WEAKNESSES::
- Serious to a fault, which can be kind of funny in certain situations.
- Too prideful and much too vain.
- He can get very flustered and sputtery when people do something he doesn't expect.
- Is too aware of his own intelligence.
- Has the tendency to be impulsive.
SECRETS:: It used to be that he would have done anything to get himself back on his feet. Now, that's not so much the case, but he wouldn't say that to anyone.
{ RACIAL SPECIFICS } |
RANK:: 13th Full Moon on the Vampie council
POWERS::
- Strength - Though he cannot use his legs, Rafael retains tremendous upper body strength.
- Heightened senses
- Invulnerability
- Glamour
- The ability to create a thrall
WEAKNESSES::
- Sunlight
- Ashwood Stakes
- Decapitation
- Blood starvation
{ BACKGROUND } |
HOMETOWN:: Born in Havana, Cuba; raised in Miami, Florida.
PROFESSION:: Councilman
PARENTS:: Alejandro Luis Romario Morales de Leon (father), Mayelin Issabella Reyes Hernandez
SIBLINGS:: N/A
CHILDREN:: N/A
EXTENDED FAMILY:: Many aunts, uncles, and cousins, some of which he actually lived with for a time.
MARITAL STATUS:: Single
HISTORY:: Rafael Ramón Hernandez de Leon was the only child of Alejandro Luis Morales de Leon and Mayelin Issabella Reyes Hernandez, though the both of them tried almost desperately for more children, being the sort that came from large families and so were expected to make large families of their own. When he was only four years old, they and a few of his aunts and uncles immigrated from Havana, Cuba to Miami, Florida. They lived in a two-bedroom apartment, the seven of them, crammed like sardines in a can. They were a minority, and they were poor. In those times, the only jobs offered to them were illegal ones. So they worked in the jobs that were offered to them. They became lackies for bigger bosses, pushed around and spit on just so they could earn their daily bread.
Rafael watched this as a child, and as he did, it pushed a button deep inside his young mind. He promised himself he would never let some one step on him the same way they stepped on his family -- and he promised himself he would tear apart anyone who tried.
Because of his family's connections, he was able to get his own job within the mob when he was only fifteen. He pushed and pushed, and finally began to climb the ranks. When prohibition was passed in 1920, when he was twenty-four, he saw his opportunity, and he grabbed it. He severed a gang away from the larger brotherhood, and he moved them to Chicago to go and make their fortune in bootlegging.
In Chicago, he was the unquestioned leader, and his gang grew. Soon, they were large enough to be a brotherhood of their own, each and every one of them with girls on their arm and expensive illegal booze in their hands. Rafael opened a speakeasy, the money rolled in, and times were good.
Until someone else saw just how good the Cubans were.
In those days, most shootings were done by drive-by. No one expected a sniper, and so they were unprepared when, as Rafael and a couple of his friends and body-guards walked down the street, a shot rang out. Luckily, the sniper fled after the initial shot, and his bullet had not his its mark. Instead, it had hit him square in the small of his back, severing his spine.
Rafael was lucky to be alive. But he was not lucky, to lose the use of his legs forever.
Slowly, after that, his friends began to leave him. The other members of the gang stopped taking his orders. He was broken, according to them, and they could not be led by a broken man. Their words were what really broke him, truly.
He sought something, anything, to "fix" himself. And finally, he found a man who claimed he could work miracles. He turned Rafael, in exchange for free reign over a section of city Rafael and his cohorts owned. The only problem was that, though the blood took, Rafael's legs were as useless as ever.
After his gang completely left him, Rafael turned instead to the vampire hierarchy, and began again the long process of climbing the ranks until he was satisfied. The council saw his intelligence and took him on, and now he sits comfortably amongst its ranks.
{ OUT OF CHARACTER } |
OOC NAME:: Tony
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: 9-10 years
ANY NOTES:: Hello I am forum daddy!
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:: Already done!
