Post by Luis Verde on Nov 7, 2012 23:29:40 GMT -5
LUIS julianoVERDE
I felt a little like a dying clown But with a streak of Rin Tin Tin
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I think I've finally had enough, I think I maybe think too much
I think this might be it for us (blow me one last kiss)
You think I'm just too serious, I think you're full of shit
My head is spinning so (blow me one last kiss)[/center]
I stretched back and I hiccuped Looked back on my busy day
THE BASICS
Eleven hours in the tin pan God there's got to be another way
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THE BASICS
Eleven hours in the tin pan God there's got to be another way
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FULL NAME|| LUIS JULIANO VERDE
NICKNAME(S)|| LUIS, JULES
AGE|| 2O
GENDER|| MALE
BIRTHDAY|| FEBRUARY 14 1992
SEXUALITY|| STRAIGHT
NATIONALITY|| MEXICAN AMERICAN
GRADE|| JUNIOR
MAJOR|| FORENSIC SCIENTIST
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Who are you Who who who who
THE APPEARENCE
Who are you Who who who who
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THE APPEARENCE
Who are you Who who who who
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HAIR|| DARK BROWN
EYES|| BROWN
HEIGHT/WEIGHT|| 5 FT 10 IN/165 LBS
PIERCINGS|| NONE
TATTOOS|| NONE
GENERAL DESCRIPTION|| BOYISH FACE, DIMPLES, FAIR SKIN
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES|| VERY HANDSOME WITH A SMALL MUSTACHE HE'S HAD SINCE GRADUATING HIGH SCHOOL
PLAYED BY|| DIEGO LUNA
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my love is a burning, consuming fire
THE PERSONALITY
no you'll never be alone
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THE PERSONALITY
no you'll never be alone
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LIKES||
• likes girls, blondes, brunettes, redheads
• likes to read
• loves his mother's cooking
• love movies
• drinks coffee & tea
DISLIKES||
• rude people
• racism of all kinds
• rap music
• pushy women
• being sick
HOPE/DREAMS|| Wants to become a Forensic Scientists and help solve crimes. He hopes to eventually become a Coroner or Medical Examiner.
FEARS|| Death, cancer
SECRETS||son of an illegal migrant worker and an American woman he also worked as a migrant worker as a child. It is something he tells no one.
CRIMINAL RECORD|| none
GENERAL PERSONALITY|| Luis is a very studious person who is usually very quiet and reserved but, with the right person, can be fun. He has a wicked sense of humor that he shares with friends but you have to get to know him. On occasion he will party but not very often. He is afraid of bringing disgrace on his family so he tends to keep out of sticky situations with the law or drugs. But when it comes to schooling he takes it very seriously.
when darkness comes i'll light the night with stars
[/color][/i]THE HISTORY
hear my whispers in the dark
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HOMETOWN|| Albuquerque, New Mexico
PARENTS|| Father: Jose Verde, Mother: Susan Windsor Verde
SIBLINGS|| Only child
OTHER FAMILY|| Many Aunts, Uncles and cousins by the truckload
SPOUSE|| single
CHILDREN|| none
HISTORY||
Luis's mother, who was American of British Royal descent, died when he was two years old in an automobile accident so he was raised by his father, his Aunts, Uncles and cousins. He never knew her. He never had a problem fitting in with Hispanic culture and can speak Spanish but chooses to speak English more than his family's native language.
Luis worked hard trying to help his family when he was a young boy but became very fascinated with dead animals he would sometimes come across when he was working in fields and particularly with the insects that would be on the carcasses, much to the chagrin of the adults in his family. Because the area he grew up in was very poor and so were the school, there was a lot of gang activity and murder was common on the streets, he began asking the police questions.
At first they blew him off as a pest until a friendly Coroner began to answer some of his questions and even saw a spark of more than grotesque curiosity so, at the age of 15, helped him get a part time job at the city morgue where he was allowed to study cold cases. He never solved any cases but his questions led the police to look at things they had never thought of before. When he graduated from high school he attended the University of New Mexico for two years until he transferred to The Royal Academy because they offered classes he needed for his degree.
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my love is just waiting
THE ROLEPLAYER
to clothe you in crimson roses
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THE ROLEPLAYER
to clothe you in crimson roses
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ALIAS|| anskee
EXPERIENCE|| 7+ years
HOW DID YOU FIND US|| advertised on another site
PASSWORD|| *****[Edited by: the DEAN]
ANYTHING ELSE||
RP SAMPLE||
3+ paragraphs ||
“Are you Doc Holliday?” the young woman asked. Winn Marika looked up at him with wonder in her eyes.
He looked down at her with a grin. “Why, yes Ma'am, I reckon I am,” he tipped his hat.
“Did they did say reckon back then?” the woman puzzled. It was clear she was Bajoran, complete with nose ridges and earring.
“Doc Holliday was from Georgia so, yes, he would have said reckon,” John mused.
The saloon looked just like he thought a western saloon was supposed to look, complete with a smoky haze from cigar smoke, the low hum of customers and the loud, banging music from an upright piano in the corner being played a man with garters holding up the long sleeves of his shirt. Dance hall girls roamed the area wearing bright colored dresses and small hats with long feathers that stuck out of them.
“Were you able to make a Wyatt Earp?” he asked her.
“Yes,” Marika nodded.
Suddenly John's comm badge beeped. “Commander Holliday,” a female voice spoke. It was Lieutenant T'Saralonde, one of the Vulcan doctors in sickbay.
John rolled his eyes and tapped his comm badge. “Holliday here.”
“Sir, you told me to let you know when the supply of ryetalyn arrived. When do you want to begin the inoculations against Rigelian fever?”
“Immediately,” he replied. “I'm on my way.” Looking at Marika he shrugged. “You did a really good job but duty calls. I definitely want to come back to the holodeck with you again and try my hand at a game of poker,” he grinned. “Computer, end Tombstone program.” The walls turned into a grid except for his western garb. “Maybe next time. Thank you for helping me create it,” he nodded then left.
“Are you Doc Holliday?” the young woman asked. Winn Marika looked up at him with wonder in her eyes.
He looked down at her with a grin. “Why, yes Ma'am, I reckon I am,” he tipped his hat.
“Did they did say reckon back then?” the woman puzzled. It was clear she was Bajoran, complete with nose ridges and earring.
“Doc Holliday was from Georgia so, yes, he would have said reckon,” John mused.
The saloon looked just like he thought a western saloon was supposed to look, complete with a smoky haze from cigar smoke, the low hum of customers and the loud, banging music from an upright piano in the corner being played a man with garters holding up the long sleeves of his shirt. Dance hall girls roamed the area wearing bright colored dresses and small hats with long feathers that stuck out of them.
“Were you able to make a Wyatt Earp?” he asked her.
“Yes,” Marika nodded.
Suddenly John's comm badge beeped. “Commander Holliday,” a female voice spoke. It was Lieutenant T'Saralonde, one of the Vulcan doctors in sickbay.
John rolled his eyes and tapped his comm badge. “Holliday here.”
“Sir, you told me to let you know when the supply of ryetalyn arrived. When do you want to begin the inoculations against Rigelian fever?”
“Immediately,” he replied. “I'm on my way.” Looking at Marika he shrugged. “You did a really good job but duty calls. I definitely want to come back to the holodeck with you again and try my hand at a game of poker,” he grinned. “Computer, end Tombstone program.” The walls turned into a grid except for his western garb. “Maybe next time. Thank you for helping me create it,” he nodded then left.
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Credit goes to Wraith at Shadowplay.