Post by GAEL CESÁR on Nov 28, 2009 20:07:37 GMT -5
GAEL HALE CESÁR
[/font][/color]IS EIGHTEEN AND INVINCIBLE[/font][/color]
TO SHAKE THIS HELL FROM[/font][/color]
EVERYTHING I TOUCH[/font][/color][/center]
→ YOUR GENDER: female
→ YOUR TIME ZONE: GMT
→ YOUR YEARS OF ROLEPLAY: ... I’ve lost count?
→ YOUR OTHER CHARACTERS (if applicable): N/A
→ CODE WORD: white sand[/color][/ul]
YOU'RE AS WEAK AS THE
[/font][/color]HEARTS YOU BREAK[/font][/color][/center]
→ NICKNAMES: none
→ AGE && DATE OF BIRTH: 18 – December 13
→ GENDER: Male
→ ALLIANCE: Criminal (The Cuervos)
→ OCCUPATION: Delta[/color][/ul]
SAVE SOME FACE, YOU KNOW
[/font][/color]YOU'VE ONLY GOT ONE[/font][/color][/center]
→ DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: A small scar above his left eyebrow ( though only visible if you look close), a slight dimple in his chin
→ OVERALL APPEARANCE:
Judging from his appearance, only the most observant of people would guess that Gael was part of the most dominant and feared criminal organisations in Barcelona. His face is youthful, and bares little reason for anyone to label him a bully, let alone a thug or criminal. His hair is dark and messy, the kind of style that could have either taken hours of work to get right, or simply could have been slept in and once-overed. His skin is tanned, not just a tourist tan or an orange-peel spray-on, but rather a tan that derives from latin heritage, and the same is said for his brown eyes. For his age, Gael is well-built and athletic, and he stands at a height of five foot seven. His attire varies from jeans, sneakers and hoodys to more formal getups, though the former is more typical, and the latter used on special occasions... or when he is ordered to.
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YOUR SPOTLESS INSTINCTS
[/font][/color]ARE VALID, WE COEXIST[/font][/color][/center]
Chicas, his hair, any music with a good bassline, the beach, jogging, kickboxing, money, wasting money on things that seem fun at the time, fast cars, being in crowds, sleeping in late, fireworks, fiestas, siestas. [/size]
→ DISLIKES:
Authority, anyone who thinks it’s cool to mess up/play with his hair, crackheads, wearing a tie, beggars, being told what to do, cops, early mornings, coffee, junkfood, traffic, anywhere cold, being alone, people who have crappy ringtones.
→ FEARS:
Antonia Giorgino, anything superstitious, public humiliation, dying young, getting fat
→ STRENGTHS:
Grandma’s think he’s cute! He has an iron will, good sense of humour... to an extent, kickboxing, quick learner
→ WEAKNESSES:
He is young and sometimes naive, a sucker for a pretty face, has a fairly short temper, is way too competitive, sometimes harsh and brash
→ OVERALL PERSONALITY:
It can be said that Gael hasn’t yet chosen the path he wants to lead for the rest of his life, and as a result his personality is fairly mixed and certainly hormone-driven. He was somewhat –forced into his life of crime, whether he liked it or not, and has always had a problem with authority, be it the cops or anyone else that gives him orders. If you’re on his good side or a close friend though, Gael is loyal, always up for a joke and will always have your back in a fight. But if he really doesn’t like you... you might as well not exist in his eyes – don’t expect to get any of his attention whatsoever – but that’s only if he really doesn’t like you... if it gets to the stage where he hates you, well, that’s when you get his attention, and that’s when you better wish you have friends in high places.
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TELL US A STORY, I KNOW
[/font][/color]YOU'RE NOT BORING[/font][/color][/center]
Gael was born to Hale, a Spanish criminal and Adiéle Claudette, a stripper that had migrated from Paris to Barcelona in hopes of becoming a famous model or some crap. He was a mistake-child, that much he knows for certain; a result of a drunken one night stand. From an early age, it was drilled into him that his dad was nothing but scum, “worse than scum” in fact, by his mother when she was forced to raise him alone. Occasionally, Hale would turn up at their shitty two-room apartment to hand over an envelope of money, but it never seemed that he was interested in Gael, or Adiéle for that matter, at least that’s what the boy was told, he never really got to see the man other than through the window, Adiéle always sent him into the other room when he came around.
Although the two lived in a crappy neighbourhood in a crappy apartment, they money they received in an envelope every two weeks was actually a pretty handsome amount. It was enough to send Gael to kickboxing lessons when he was five, at least, something Adiéle thought would keep her son safe on the block. It was good for him, it kept him occupied and it let him blow off all the hate and anger he had... he always had a motive, always had someone he hated that he could picture in his mind – that guy that brought that envelope, that guy that was supposed to be his dad.
Adiéle, on the other hand, used the rest of the money not to pay bills, but to buy slutty clothes, drugs and to fund her clubbing habit. Soon Gael got used to random people coming around to the apartment, and it wasn’t long before he knew exactly what that white powder in the little see-through bag was, and how much it was worth, since his mom was always so crazy about it. One time, when he was fifteen, he managed to steal a bag when she wasn’t in the house... he sold it and bought that pair of sneakers he’d been wanting for months. Later that night Adiéle went into hysteria when she couldn’t find it, she turned the entire apartment upside down in a panic attack before she left saying she’d ‘be back soon’. She never came back.
The next morning Hale arrived at the apartment and explained the situation. He told Gael his mother had been arrested, and that she was going to jail for a long, long time. No details were explained, and whether it was true or not, Gael didn’t know... she was either in jail, or dead, that’s all he could tell. His dad also explained how he had always wanted to get to know his son, but Adiéle had never allowed it, she always snatched the money from his hands and forced him out of the door... come to think of it, she had always been too controlling, Gael thought, though he still wasn’t going to like the guy any time soon, for too long he’d been taught to hate the sight of him. But now he was going to be forced to live under his roof – with his mother ‘in jail’, he was now his legal guardian apparently.
That is where Gael’s journey into the criminal underworld began. For a while, Gael still hated his dad, and hated his money, and so he tried his best to be independent, selling drugs here and there with a few of his friends for a local thug. Gael was sure that his father was unaware of it all, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. Hale was in fact a Delta of The Cuervos, and the ‘thug’ that had been supplying Gael was under his father’ orders. Hale knew that his son was just like him – a fighter, an entrepreneur of the streets, and a criminal at heart. When the two finally discovered they had something in common, the hatred on Gael’s part wasn’t so prominent.
For a few years, Gael continued to deal drugs without any hassle – even the police seemed to turn a blind eye at times, and nobody dared to try and screw him over on a deal. It seemed word got around that he was the son of a Cuervos member. Gradually, Gael begun to work closer and closer with his father – countless times he witnessed deals, stabbings and beatings from the seat of a blacked-out limousine... and it didn’t take long until he witnessed it first hand, helping stomp a defenceless drug addict for not paying on time. Week after week he slipped further into the heart of The Cuervos. He never saw Antonia Giorgino, though... but he heard stories of what would happen to himself if he ever blabbed any secrets... the ending wasn’t pretty.
They were always good at covering their tracks and getting away with things when it came to crime – but on one occasion, things went wrong. Hale happened to beat up the wrong guy... someone who was capable of fighting back. The guy pulled a gun, shot him in the head, and the rest is history. The Cuervos lost a Delta that day... but they also found a replacement shortly after. Gael was legacy, and he had already proven his worth in the drug field as well as other tasks. Of course, he was devastated with his loss, and that was enough to turn him off the idea of working for them any more... but apparently it isn’t that easy to turn down an offer like that from the Cuervos – out of fear more than anything, Gael found himself now in the grasp of the most feared syndicate in Barcelona. He has potential, that’s for sure... and he is already familiar with how things work... but is it too much for him to handle? The kid just wants to party, but here he is working for the most dangerous man in the country.
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IF I LET YOU GO WOULD THE
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