Post by ♛ princey on Aug 7, 2009 9:20:52 GMT -5
c h a r a c t e r i n f o
♕Renato PRINCE Elias♕
b a s i c s
name; Renato "Prince" Elias.
nicknames; Prince.
gang residence; The Bloodhounds.
position; Leader.
alignment; Neutral Evil.
age; Twenty-three
DoB; June 7th.
S. O; Bisexual, swings both ways.
face claim; Gaspard Ulliel.
family; N/A. [ see; history ]
friends; Eiji.
p h y s i c a l l o o k s
- Height is 5'9", weight is slighly under suitable.
- Dark brown hair, longer since his time away from Duplicity, scruffy/distressed look.
- Wears a crown quite often, signifies his 'importance' in Duplicity.
- Deep blue eyes, pale skinned.
- Significant scars include those on his neck and back, all quite deep and relatively large.
- Wardrobe varies a lot. Prince will wear whatever is more comfortable for the task at hand. Enjoys the slightly smarter look he's adopted, but still seems unable to rid himself of the scruffy overall look he dons.
e x t e n d e d I n f o r m a t i o n
personality snapshot;
Prince is uppity. Uppity and under the impression that he is the only person who matters in- not only duplicity- but the world. Clearly delusional, nobody wants to tell him how to play his own game, they let him do what he wants because he'll leave them alone. He wants to be the center of the stage and he will do anything to get himself in the spotlight, no matter what it entails. What helps this along is his low self control, his rash behaviour and vain outlook on everything Prince.
Along with this, he has a more secretive side. He lacks reason and rhyme and has a slightly sadomasochistic attitude. He's very selfish and can become jealous with anyone who upstages him even in the slightest. He is a fame seeking, thrill seeker with a penchant for chaos.
likes;
Prince doesn't have hobbies so much as he has little obsessions. He enjoys destruction, his name in lights, a good smoke and thrills. Being a man of simple nature, he doesn't need Gucci or Ferrari. He doesn't mind a mildly priced latte, but his tastes are never particularly expensive. He enjoys street art and technology, fatty foods and burning things of significant value.
Really and truthfully, if something has trouble in the title, Prince will be there. From simple guilt tripping, to blackmail and inflicting pain. Despite his lack of interests, he always needs to be kept amused or he can become overly destructive to both himself and others. The Prince does not like to be bored.
dislikes;
Prince doesn't like much. He hates animals with a passion, specifically canines. He has a fear of small places, being trapped or imprisoned. He greatly dislikes the thought of losing either his territory or his pride to someone else-If there's one thing he doesn't like, it's competition- specifically from someone on his own wavelength.
He has some little pent up hatred for whores, his own mother and the mention of rape. He also seems to take a personal vendetta toward anyone who ridicules him, no matter what their size or shape.
♕Renato PRINCE Elias♕
b a s i c s
name; Renato "Prince" Elias.
nicknames; Prince.
gang residence; The Bloodhounds.
position; Leader.
alignment; Neutral Evil.
age; Twenty-three
DoB; June 7th.
S. O; Bisexual, swings both ways.
face claim; Gaspard Ulliel.
family; N/A. [ see; history ]
friends; Eiji.
p h y s i c a l l o o k s
- Height is 5'9", weight is slighly under suitable.
- Dark brown hair, longer since his time away from Duplicity, scruffy/distressed look.
- Wears a crown quite often, signifies his 'importance' in Duplicity.
- Deep blue eyes, pale skinned.
- Significant scars include those on his neck and back, all quite deep and relatively large.
- Wardrobe varies a lot. Prince will wear whatever is more comfortable for the task at hand. Enjoys the slightly smarter look he's adopted, but still seems unable to rid himself of the scruffy overall look he dons.
e x t e n d e d I n f o r m a t i o n
personality snapshot;
Prince is uppity. Uppity and under the impression that he is the only person who matters in- not only duplicity- but the world. Clearly delusional, nobody wants to tell him how to play his own game, they let him do what he wants because he'll leave them alone. He wants to be the center of the stage and he will do anything to get himself in the spotlight, no matter what it entails. What helps this along is his low self control, his rash behaviour and vain outlook on everything Prince.
Along with this, he has a more secretive side. He lacks reason and rhyme and has a slightly sadomasochistic attitude. He's very selfish and can become jealous with anyone who upstages him even in the slightest. He is a fame seeking, thrill seeker with a penchant for chaos.
likes;
Prince doesn't have hobbies so much as he has little obsessions. He enjoys destruction, his name in lights, a good smoke and thrills. Being a man of simple nature, he doesn't need Gucci or Ferrari. He doesn't mind a mildly priced latte, but his tastes are never particularly expensive. He enjoys street art and technology, fatty foods and burning things of significant value.
Really and truthfully, if something has trouble in the title, Prince will be there. From simple guilt tripping, to blackmail and inflicting pain. Despite his lack of interests, he always needs to be kept amused or he can become overly destructive to both himself and others. The Prince does not like to be bored.
dislikes;
Prince doesn't like much. He hates animals with a passion, specifically canines. He has a fear of small places, being trapped or imprisoned. He greatly dislikes the thought of losing either his territory or his pride to someone else-If there's one thing he doesn't like, it's competition- specifically from someone on his own wavelength.
He has some little pent up hatred for whores, his own mother and the mention of rape. He also seems to take a personal vendetta toward anyone who ridicules him, no matter what their size or shape.
h i s t o r y
It was the year 1988 and somewhere in some South end alleyway, a whore was beaten down and raped. What would come from the night was a kid, innocent at first, yet already tainted by the life he was brought up in. His whore-mother did try her best, but the child always reminded her of him, her attacker on that night. Eventually, she gave up Prince to Duplicity's orphanage of the time- gainsbrook- it was here that Prince spent the rest of his childhood.
Despite the best efforts of the people at the orphanage, little Renato had already seen enough in his lifetime to be a more than a bit tapped. By the age of sixteen he'd already commited numerous crimes, and that was only just the beginning of his lifetime of criminality.
By the age of 20 he'd created the Bloodhounds, a small gang based on just wreaking havoc on the city he was concieved in. Since then he's been planning bigger and better things and due to the help from his loyal supporters, he's managed to get quite far with it.
The smaller details of his past are rarely revealed and it is unlikely he divulges in secrets all too often.
It was the year 1988 and somewhere in some South end alleyway, a whore was beaten down and raped. What would come from the night was a kid, innocent at first, yet already tainted by the life he was brought up in. His whore-mother did try her best, but the child always reminded her of him, her attacker on that night. Eventually, she gave up Prince to Duplicity's orphanage of the time- gainsbrook- it was here that Prince spent the rest of his childhood.
Despite the best efforts of the people at the orphanage, little Renato had already seen enough in his lifetime to be a more than a bit tapped. By the age of sixteen he'd already commited numerous crimes, and that was only just the beginning of his lifetime of criminality.
By the age of 20 he'd created the Bloodhounds, a small gang based on just wreaking havoc on the city he was concieved in. Since then he's been planning bigger and better things and due to the help from his loyal supporters, he's managed to get quite far with it.
The smaller details of his past are rarely revealed and it is unlikely he divulges in secrets all too often.
o t h e r i m p o r t a n t i n f o r m a t i o n
Renato suffers from Mania, which can cause influxes in his personality. Sometimes he can appear erratic, whilst other times he remains relaxed and calm. Some of the symptoms of Mania include...
-Anger and Rage.
-Extreme Irritability.
-Hypersexuality.
-Hyperactivity.
-Decreased sleep patterns.
-Occassional delusions.
-Impulsiveness.
Other uncommon traits he suffers with is his obsession making grandiose plans and ideas. His brain works at 200mph and he can't seem to think straight at the best of times. He does not look before he leaps.
Along with his mania, Prince also seems to have an obsession with masochism and self-hurt. Something which he will inflict, or get others to inflict whenever the chance arises.
Renato suffers from Mania, which can cause influxes in his personality. Sometimes he can appear erratic, whilst other times he remains relaxed and calm. Some of the symptoms of Mania include...
-Anger and Rage.
-Extreme Irritability.
-Hypersexuality.
-Hyperactivity.
-Decreased sleep patterns.
-Occassional delusions.
-Impulsiveness.
Other uncommon traits he suffers with is his obsession making grandiose plans and ideas. His brain works at 200mph and he can't seem to think straight at the best of times. He does not look before he leaps.
Along with his mania, Prince also seems to have an obsession with masochism and self-hurt. Something which he will inflict, or get others to inflict whenever the chance arises.
R P s a m p l e
old rp sample, will change sometime in the future.
Limbo was a playground for everyone who appreciated a good bit of destruction; the scene was so photographic, it didn't need a sunny day to look good, this dull and grey day was just fine. It was becoming later and you could hear the thumping tunes from down the street, banging and beating to some form of rhythm-- it came from the south, though was just a distant mumble against the breeze. It was almost as if civilisation was living so far away from this dead place, a bomb had hit and apparently caused people to avoid it like the plague. The bomb wasn't a literal thing either, the Bloodhounds being the bomb that everyone feared, the bomb that was spreading disease throughout the city, destroying anything it came into touch with.
That was probably the reason people avoided the west. Most of the area was downtrodden and dangerous, having no shortage of interesting landmarks yet... this beauty was dangerous.
Perhaps not the beauty itself, but the kids who donned this their playground; the Bloodhounds. The graffiti alone would show that this place was truly a monsters home; The Bloodhounds had made it obvious who lived in this area, anyone trying to take it over would become destroyed and just another part of the west and its history. Tonight was a lovely night to... make some history, as it were.
One of the Bloodhounds had been lurking and.. it wasn't any one of them either, Prince was the young man in charge of the operation; he was also the one dancing amongst the bodies in Limbo this evening. His fingers twirled around one of the bars to the rollercoaster, gripping it with a masterful beauty as he swung his foot up and around, using his body to curl around the bar with an almost-perfection in his steps, wandering, slowly, slowly along the line, tracking it to the end. It was at the end of the rollerball rollercoaster that he made a turn and jumped onto the house that was still standing, one foot ahead of the other as he sat down roughly on the rooftop.
It was then that he noticed the figure worming through Limbo, it wasn't one of his own and he knew it; this was a new person, someone he hadn't seen before now. He was overjoyed.. no, he was enthralled that this person had decided to visit him! Him, of all people! It meant he could have some fun tonight, he wondered if there would be a chance to rip this woman limb from limb, making a masterpiece from her body; she could stand tall in Limbo, almost like a prized statue in the middle of an attraction; everyone would look at it and admire its grandeur.
And Prince could be the reason for this masterpiece, he'd be the one that people all over would look up to and say 'What a beauty', 'Prince, you sure have the mind of a genius'. No, he wouldn't let it get to his head yet, instead he manouvered the crown on his head to sit slightly to a side, smiling to himself as the woman in question made it to the trick house, grabbing onto the sign and allowed himself to tumble down it, wrapping his leg around the bottom before he hit the floor, giving a bow.
"Why, hello there. I heard you were interested in going in! For only a few dollars and maybe an arm and a leg!" He then allowed himself down onto the floor, straightening himself up and brushed himself down. "Unless you want to test your sanity until the end, perhaps" Flipping his hand in the direction of the trick house he gave a smirk, and an overenthusiastic one at that.
That was probably the reason people avoided the west. Most of the area was downtrodden and dangerous, having no shortage of interesting landmarks yet... this beauty was dangerous.
Perhaps not the beauty itself, but the kids who donned this their playground; the Bloodhounds. The graffiti alone would show that this place was truly a monsters home; The Bloodhounds had made it obvious who lived in this area, anyone trying to take it over would become destroyed and just another part of the west and its history. Tonight was a lovely night to... make some history, as it were.
One of the Bloodhounds had been lurking and.. it wasn't any one of them either, Prince was the young man in charge of the operation; he was also the one dancing amongst the bodies in Limbo this evening. His fingers twirled around one of the bars to the rollercoaster, gripping it with a masterful beauty as he swung his foot up and around, using his body to curl around the bar with an almost-perfection in his steps, wandering, slowly, slowly along the line, tracking it to the end. It was at the end of the rollerball rollercoaster that he made a turn and jumped onto the house that was still standing, one foot ahead of the other as he sat down roughly on the rooftop.
It was then that he noticed the figure worming through Limbo, it wasn't one of his own and he knew it; this was a new person, someone he hadn't seen before now. He was overjoyed.. no, he was enthralled that this person had decided to visit him! Him, of all people! It meant he could have some fun tonight, he wondered if there would be a chance to rip this woman limb from limb, making a masterpiece from her body; she could stand tall in Limbo, almost like a prized statue in the middle of an attraction; everyone would look at it and admire its grandeur.
And Prince could be the reason for this masterpiece, he'd be the one that people all over would look up to and say 'What a beauty', 'Prince, you sure have the mind of a genius'. No, he wouldn't let it get to his head yet, instead he manouvered the crown on his head to sit slightly to a side, smiling to himself as the woman in question made it to the trick house, grabbing onto the sign and allowed himself to tumble down it, wrapping his leg around the bottom before he hit the floor, giving a bow.
"Why, hello there. I heard you were interested in going in! For only a few dollars and maybe an arm and a leg!" He then allowed himself down onto the floor, straightening himself up and brushed himself down. "Unless you want to test your sanity until the end, perhaps" Flipping his hand in the direction of the trick house he gave a smirk, and an overenthusiastic one at that.