Post by Alejandro Vingade on Apr 11, 2010 21:40:40 GMT -5
YOUR NAME:
Jasmine
ALIAS:
freakinnn
AGE:
17
CONTACT PREFERENCE:
inbox
HOW DID YOU FIND US:
u found me :3
WHY DID YOU JOIN:
seems interesting enough
NAME:
Alejandro Vingade
GENDER:
male/ bi-sexual
AGE:
26
APPEARANCE:
HOW TALL:
6'8
BUILD:
skinnty
SIDE:
seekeer
PERSONALITY:
Alejandro is the type of man who knows what he wants. He sees something and has already made it a mental note to get it. He sees things in a different eye, more so he enjoys the simpler things of life that most people would over look.
He's not a very personal person. When it comes to getting the job done he knows there's a fine line between life and death and the death part comes fairly easy when you trip on that line. Alejandro can't help but think he has some sort of need to do something at times and then at others, completely ignores it.
He uses his incredibly good looks to seduce the unsuspecting. He likes toying with peoples emotions for his own gains. Usually if they have some valuable information Alejandro might put a little more effort in the one shot relationship. But most of the time he's just in it for the sex.
He's not the type of guy who just leaps into things. Everything is well planned out in order to protect his own skin. Everything he does fits into a certain puzzle and the only way to complete it is by strategy.
The one thing Alejandro can not stand is nick names. He was never one for them. So when people call him Alex or any form of name this isn't his own he gets very angry. It isn't wise to make him angry over a small thing such as his name. His name is probably the only thing he takes personal.
HISTORY:
Alejandro Vingade. A very subtle name for a very subtle person. Sadly there is nothing delicate about this man. He is the exact opposite actually. From the time of his own birth, Alejandro was always different. He never wanted to do things his parents way as most children would at that early stage. He defied orders and for a strange reason got away with it. His parents had given life to a beautiful child with demonic charm.
As he aged, Alejandro began to realized himself that he was different.He was also neglected by his parents who seemed to busy working on finding this alleged mad man. He was the cause to all problems. The boy couldn't understand why they were so focused on one man and not him. He never had time to make friends because they would always move when more leads came way. His father would keep it all in a large brown family album. Alejandro was never allowed to look at it.
The only good time Alejandro might ever remember is when he became a young man. He had accepted the fact that his parents where obsessed with this crazy man and he would have to seek comfort else where. He met another man in a bar one night and they instantly hit it off. Although he wasn't a fan of love at first sight, Alejandro could feel the connection between the two of them. So they became lovers and everything was peachy...
Except for the fact that he too was obsessed with the crazy man. Alejandro grew tired of being the odd man out and decided if he couldn't beat them join them. He was tired of this man ruining everything. So the two began to work together with his parents; who had been skeptical about their son's sexuality, to find this murderer. All clues where pointing to one direction. So they went. But it was a trap, placed by false clues and lies.
Alejandro didn't go. He had gotten sick and couldn't make the drive. Although it had devastated him, the raven hair beauty decided to have faith in his family. It was a costly mistake. When they didn't return the next week, Alejandro began to worry. He went to the place of the suppose area and found nothing but spilled blood... everywhere. Where were his parents? His lover? They weren't here. The Cuban decided to go back home. And he waited. And waited. But they never came home.
Some time later bodies had been found. Alejandro didn't need to go and search. He did enough searching. His family...was gone and there was nothing he could do about it. That man. That crazy man had killed them. It was after that the man decided he would never place anything in front of himself. Alejandro came first, and no matter the desire he would always be.
He moved into the city, changed his hair style and began a new life. He searched for clues using anything he could. His money, his dad's album, his body. They all appealed to people who all wanted one thing. Alejandro tries not to think about the past. He fears that his family, his weakness, would be the last of him. That's something he couldn't afford. If it wasn't for the crazy man he still would have a family.
Alejandro has a plan. It's not like him to go into something major without one. He would find this man and not hesitate to kill. Even if he dies, it will be by the hands of that man. No one will have to privilege to attempt. He just hopes that the man likes guys...
SECRETS:
He doesn't like being alone. Although Alejandro acts hard and acts like he doesn't need anybody, the truth is he hates having to sleep in an empty bed. He misses his lover, he misses having someone to love. Now everything is just a job. Its like he can't even love, let alone be loved.
He also likes to sing in the shower...
RP SAMPLE:
The hours ticked by. Each time the hand would move, the Cuban's eyes would shift towards the door. It had already been a week. Where was he parents? Where was Fernando? He wrapped his arms around his body and shivered. He didn't like the thought of being alone for long. What could have caused delays? It was because his father didn't have a plan. The man was always trying to get his father to write down his plan but the old man would never listen. He just kept going into things headfirst. Yeah, they were probably on the side of the road, out of gas.
Alejandro took another glance at the clock. 167 hours had passed. He had to go look for them. There shouldn't be a reason why they shouldn't have been back. The man stretched down from the overstuffed arm chair and shifted to his room. Throwing on some random clothes, he pushed open the front door and hoped into his own car. Siting in the old convertible, he switched on to a Spanish reggaeton channel and sped out of the driveway.
He examined every corner, every inch of land he had passed. No sign of life. It was all confusing. The raven hair man pulled up to the building, slamming his door shut as he made his way to the doors. They were swinging in and out. Someone had to be there. There wasn't a single gust of wind. Equipping himself with a flashlight and a large pocket knife, Alejandro moved into the dark, damp, dilapidated building. It was large, and smelled of sour milk. His hands began to shake as he swallowed hard. He wasn't for this on site stuff.
The light shone around as the man moved it across the walls and floors. Nothing. There was a loud scratching sound behind him. He jumped and quickly spun around, aiming the flashlight toward the sound. It was nothing more then a large rat. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he stepped back. His sandle had gotten wet. No doubt a large puddle of water from the leaking roof. He bent down and touched the wet liquid. It was warm. Taking the flashlight, Alejandro used the light to see his fingers. The liquid was red. He knew right away after that it was blood.
The Cuban began to shake again. This couldn't have been his parent's blood. No. They left just moments before him. He just missed them because he was studying the other side of the road that was all. He turned and began to run out of the building. The was a thud, and the man tripped over something on the floor. He began to panic and ran to the door, not looking back.
A few weeks had passed since Alejandro went to the building.His family wasn't back.They weren't coming back. It had taken awhile for the Cuban to except that. His broken figured laid curled up in the overstuffed arm chair. A single tear had fallen from his red, swollen eye. The news channel had been playing, three terribly mutilated bodies where found. Alejandro quickly turn off the television. He didn't want to hear anymore.
Jasmine
ALIAS:
freakinnn
AGE:
17
CONTACT PREFERENCE:
inbox
HOW DID YOU FIND US:
u found me :3
WHY DID YOU JOIN:
seems interesting enough
NAME:
Alejandro Vingade
GENDER:
male/ bi-sexual
AGE:
26
APPEARANCE:
HOW TALL:
6'8
BUILD:
skinnty
SIDE:
seekeer
PERSONALITY:
Alejandro is the type of man who knows what he wants. He sees something and has already made it a mental note to get it. He sees things in a different eye, more so he enjoys the simpler things of life that most people would over look.
He's not a very personal person. When it comes to getting the job done he knows there's a fine line between life and death and the death part comes fairly easy when you trip on that line. Alejandro can't help but think he has some sort of need to do something at times and then at others, completely ignores it.
He uses his incredibly good looks to seduce the unsuspecting. He likes toying with peoples emotions for his own gains. Usually if they have some valuable information Alejandro might put a little more effort in the one shot relationship. But most of the time he's just in it for the sex.
He's not the type of guy who just leaps into things. Everything is well planned out in order to protect his own skin. Everything he does fits into a certain puzzle and the only way to complete it is by strategy.
The one thing Alejandro can not stand is nick names. He was never one for them. So when people call him Alex or any form of name this isn't his own he gets very angry. It isn't wise to make him angry over a small thing such as his name. His name is probably the only thing he takes personal.
HISTORY:
Alejandro Vingade. A very subtle name for a very subtle person. Sadly there is nothing delicate about this man. He is the exact opposite actually. From the time of his own birth, Alejandro was always different. He never wanted to do things his parents way as most children would at that early stage. He defied orders and for a strange reason got away with it. His parents had given life to a beautiful child with demonic charm.
As he aged, Alejandro began to realized himself that he was different.He was also neglected by his parents who seemed to busy working on finding this alleged mad man. He was the cause to all problems. The boy couldn't understand why they were so focused on one man and not him. He never had time to make friends because they would always move when more leads came way. His father would keep it all in a large brown family album. Alejandro was never allowed to look at it.
The only good time Alejandro might ever remember is when he became a young man. He had accepted the fact that his parents where obsessed with this crazy man and he would have to seek comfort else where. He met another man in a bar one night and they instantly hit it off. Although he wasn't a fan of love at first sight, Alejandro could feel the connection between the two of them. So they became lovers and everything was peachy...
Except for the fact that he too was obsessed with the crazy man. Alejandro grew tired of being the odd man out and decided if he couldn't beat them join them. He was tired of this man ruining everything. So the two began to work together with his parents; who had been skeptical about their son's sexuality, to find this murderer. All clues where pointing to one direction. So they went. But it was a trap, placed by false clues and lies.
Alejandro didn't go. He had gotten sick and couldn't make the drive. Although it had devastated him, the raven hair beauty decided to have faith in his family. It was a costly mistake. When they didn't return the next week, Alejandro began to worry. He went to the place of the suppose area and found nothing but spilled blood... everywhere. Where were his parents? His lover? They weren't here. The Cuban decided to go back home. And he waited. And waited. But they never came home.
Some time later bodies had been found. Alejandro didn't need to go and search. He did enough searching. His family...was gone and there was nothing he could do about it. That man. That crazy man had killed them. It was after that the man decided he would never place anything in front of himself. Alejandro came first, and no matter the desire he would always be.
He moved into the city, changed his hair style and began a new life. He searched for clues using anything he could. His money, his dad's album, his body. They all appealed to people who all wanted one thing. Alejandro tries not to think about the past. He fears that his family, his weakness, would be the last of him. That's something he couldn't afford. If it wasn't for the crazy man he still would have a family.
Alejandro has a plan. It's not like him to go into something major without one. He would find this man and not hesitate to kill. Even if he dies, it will be by the hands of that man. No one will have to privilege to attempt. He just hopes that the man likes guys...
SECRETS:
He doesn't like being alone. Although Alejandro acts hard and acts like he doesn't need anybody, the truth is he hates having to sleep in an empty bed. He misses his lover, he misses having someone to love. Now everything is just a job. Its like he can't even love, let alone be loved.
He also likes to sing in the shower...
RP SAMPLE:
The hours ticked by. Each time the hand would move, the Cuban's eyes would shift towards the door. It had already been a week. Where was he parents? Where was Fernando? He wrapped his arms around his body and shivered. He didn't like the thought of being alone for long. What could have caused delays? It was because his father didn't have a plan. The man was always trying to get his father to write down his plan but the old man would never listen. He just kept going into things headfirst. Yeah, they were probably on the side of the road, out of gas.
Alejandro took another glance at the clock. 167 hours had passed. He had to go look for them. There shouldn't be a reason why they shouldn't have been back. The man stretched down from the overstuffed arm chair and shifted to his room. Throwing on some random clothes, he pushed open the front door and hoped into his own car. Siting in the old convertible, he switched on to a Spanish reggaeton channel and sped out of the driveway.
He examined every corner, every inch of land he had passed. No sign of life. It was all confusing. The raven hair man pulled up to the building, slamming his door shut as he made his way to the doors. They were swinging in and out. Someone had to be there. There wasn't a single gust of wind. Equipping himself with a flashlight and a large pocket knife, Alejandro moved into the dark, damp, dilapidated building. It was large, and smelled of sour milk. His hands began to shake as he swallowed hard. He wasn't for this on site stuff.
The light shone around as the man moved it across the walls and floors. Nothing. There was a loud scratching sound behind him. He jumped and quickly spun around, aiming the flashlight toward the sound. It was nothing more then a large rat. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he stepped back. His sandle had gotten wet. No doubt a large puddle of water from the leaking roof. He bent down and touched the wet liquid. It was warm. Taking the flashlight, Alejandro used the light to see his fingers. The liquid was red. He knew right away after that it was blood.
The Cuban began to shake again. This couldn't have been his parent's blood. No. They left just moments before him. He just missed them because he was studying the other side of the road that was all. He turned and began to run out of the building. The was a thud, and the man tripped over something on the floor. He began to panic and ran to the door, not looking back.
A few weeks had passed since Alejandro went to the building.His family wasn't back.They weren't coming back. It had taken awhile for the Cuban to except that. His broken figured laid curled up in the overstuffed arm chair. A single tear had fallen from his red, swollen eye. The news channel had been playing, three terribly mutilated bodies where found. Alejandro quickly turn off the television. He didn't want to hear anymore.
