Post by RAYCE CALDER VITTUN on Sept 14, 2009 17:38:09 GMT -5
( * AND HE SMILES AND MAKES BELIEVE )
ray said he'd never leave
ray said he'd never leave
( * THE STAGE IS SET AND THERE IS NO TURNING BACK NOW )
the puppet master .
the puppet master .
i'm such an animal, and baby honestly
these teeth won't let you go
For some reason, the few second in which he had been standing in front of her and she hadn’t acknowledged him, well that made Roman really fucking nervous. He knew that she knew it was him before he said anything, but she didn’t look up, didn’t say hi, didn’t give him a smile. Her sun had been blocked and she didn’t even bother to look at him. This was just one of the many reasons Roman couldn’t stay away from her, just little things that she did, that he really had no idea if they were on purpose or not. For some reason, her not jumping up and being all “Oh my god, Roman!” only made him want to work more to get and hold her attention. As he knelt down, she exhaled a cloud of smoke, and her whole aura of being so nonchalant and casual with him being there was driving him insane. In the good way. It was spiking his curiosity and making him genuinely wonder if she gave a fuck that they had gone from texting every five minutes and hanging out all day, to not talking for a few days -on his account, of course, because he truly worried she was sick of the mere thought of him by now and he was just being way too obvious. Yes, he really did worry about things like that, especially with Delia. Roman figured, if he got bored with people quickly (although that definitely hadn’t happened with Odelia, and he honestly hoped it never would) that it could work the other way around, and he didn’t want Delia secretly hating him or something. That would really, really suck.
His eyes had found their way to his arms, trying to avoid from staring at her, which, when she was laying there in tight leather pants and only a bikini top was very difficult to do. Looking at the tattoos on his arm, it really did surprise him how long they’d known each other. She had been there through a lot of shit in his life, and even if she didn’t know it, just by being there she made a very big impact on him. Especially through the tattooing, which is how they first met. It was kind of odd, to him, how even though she knew so much about him, and how he acted and what he’d done, she still hung around with him. It always surprised him that anyone could put up with him, but with Delia there was always some underlying…something, between them, and despite the many fights they’ve gotten into, she was still around. Now, Max just felt like he needed to step it up a bit, and not fuck around. They were both on tour after all, maybe karma likes him at this point.
Hearing her say something, Roman looked up, and immediately, a feeling of defensiveness came over him. His eyes moved straight to her wrist, and for a second, they narrowed, glancing over at everyone else who was skateboarding. He looked back at her as she propped herself up, and now he could finally see her face directly. He only let his yellow-hazel eyes meet hers for a few seconds before glancing at her wrist again. He knew she hated any kind of paramedics, so the fact that she was actually listening to them had him a bit nervous. Are you alright? I mean, a few hours must suck for you. Is it really that bad? he asked, trying to keep his tone purely curious, not sounding overly worried, or slightly pissed off, which he was. It didn’t really matter to him that he hadn’t seen it, or didn’t know every detail of the story, but the fact that he was now equating her calling Osiris people idiot and saying they had hit her and her wrist was hurt made him want to know who the fuck it was and beat them until they could never walk right again. Who the fuck did it? Okay, so maybe thinking about it even more wasn’t the smartest thing, because for a second, his sense of rationality disconnected from everything, and his lovely temper presented itself, and he couldn’t stop himself from actually wanting to act on impulse. The only thing stopping him was that…he had no idea who to go murder, so he, couldn’t. How depressing.
Now a bit more wound up, Roman let himself fall back onto his butt, sitting across from her in the grass, tapping his fingers lightly on his knee. Every so often, his eyes would move back over towards where all the other skaters were, then back to Delia and her board, sitting there. If that had been him, he would’ve been pissed, but she was so calm, it amazed him. Reaching over, he pulled the cigarette from between her lips, taking a drag himself. These are bad for you. he stated simply, as if justifying his actions, before letting a cloud of smoke roll out from his lips. He gave her a sideways look with a small smirk at her comment and rolled his eyes. We already played, actually. he informed her, a small hint of arrogance in his voice. Playful arrogance, of course. You missed it. he added, glancing at her for only a second after that one before taking the cigarette from between his lips and inspecting it before taking another, longer drag. Maybe he hadn’t exactly wanted to bring that fact up, but maybe it did. Maybe he wanted her to point out that he hadn’t harassed her into watching from the side of the stage, but maybe he didn’t. Maksim never knew what he wanted, and Delia always surprised him. Maybe that’s why he wanted Delia so bad.
TAGGED deliaaa, obviously C:
WORD COUNT 964
LYRICS she makes dirty words sound pretty - dance gavin dance / pierce the veil
MUSIC can't do it alone - 3oh!3
SIDENOTES this is shorter, but i like it better? she makes roman all asdfghjkl C: <3
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( * AND I CAN PROMISE YOU I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGET )
the character basics .
[/font]the character basics .
rayce (a variant of ray, which was used as an independent name and in contemporary blends) calder (uncertain, or cold) vittun
--- * NICKNAMES :
ray
--- * AGE :
two hundred and two
--- * DATE OF BIRTH :
october twenty third, eighteen oh seven
--- * GENDER :
male
--- * SEXUALITY :
heterosexual
--- * RACE :
atra fae - knight
--- * CANON / ORIGINAL ?
original
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( * MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL THIS IS HOW A HERO FALLS )
appearances are everything and nothing .
[/font]appearances are everything and nothing .
ash stymest
--- * BODY TYPE :
he’s not overly buff, but he’s quite toned -he has more muscle than most would expect. he’s quite average in height for most men, fae or mortal, at a clean six feet tall. he isn’t lanky, everything is quite proportionate, making for a simple body type.
--- * HEIGHT & WEIGHT :
six feet tall, one hundred and fourty eight pounds
--- * HAIR :
medium length, chestnut to dark brown. he keeps it styled usually up, somewhat resembling a faux hawk, or a very vintage 50’s look. when not styled however, it’s simply long and messy looking, a bit of an asymmetrical cut to the bangs.
--- * EYES :
surprisingly vibrant and bright blue, held in a somewhat droopy almond shape, with average length lashes.
--- * UNIQUE FEATURES :
he’s got quite a few tattoos- two half done sleves, and a piece over his chest that he did himself. he did a few of the other scattered ones on his arms as well, just not the upper beginnings of the sleeves. he’s got both ears gauged to half an inch. for scars, there are two along his shoulder blades -he was one of the few fae still with wings, until they were torn off.
--- * SHORT OVERALL :
ray really doesn’t have a very common place look. then again, neither do most fae. regardless, the pale, tall, greaser looking boy could be something nice to look at, depending on taste. he’s got a very classic, at least by mortal years, look, from the baby blue eyes to the habit of wearing suspenders. however, it’s all very modernized as the years go on, with him, from the tattoo’s and gauges, to the new aged spin on his hair cut. it fit’s his personality well, being a bit off from the norm these days, and somewhat unapproachable in his usually cold demeanor on that faux innocent face. he’s simply a beautifully deceitful fae to look at.
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everybody has a personality .
[/font]everybody has a personality .
observing, smoking, oddities, quiet, being right, autumn, cigarettes, vintage, power, sex, arguing, being left alone, thinking, reading, the fifties, plaid, the beatles, jazz, blues, the woods, watching fights, brunettes, shorter girls, respect, sleeping, having his lower lip bitten, a challenge, success, deceiving humans, control, watching mortals, good conversation (if he actually has one), big dogs
--- * DISLIKES / TURN OFFS :
most other people, being challenged, losing anything, disrespect, pop music, repetitive questions, being bothered, lack of sleep for too long, little dogs, old people, waiting, crowded places, not getting what he wants, other assholes, annoying voices, hot or humid weather, goody-goodies, overly optimistic people
--- * STRENGTHS / WEAKNESSES :
he’s a good fighter and quite argumentative, fiercely dedicated and determined, very passionate about anything he does, surprisingly loyal, easily jealous and possessive, short tempered, very distant and closed off
--- * FEARS :
public humiliation, ever becoming a slave again, falling in love, losing control completely
--- * PERSONALITY :
distant, cautious, skeptical, hot-headed, harsh, quiet, observant, sexual, passionate, determined, confident, strong, loyal, sarcastic.
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( * AND BEHIND THESE EYES ARE MY TRUTHS AND LIES )
history is an explanation .
[/font]history is an explanation .
sinnika vittun , deceased , former atra seamstress
ville vittun , deceased , former atra knight
--- * SIBLINGS :
none
--- * LOVERS :
once had a fiancé, but she was killed. this was back in the early 1900’s. since then, he hasn’t been in any serious relationships.
--- * PETS :
none
--- * OVERALL HISTORY :
Rayce was born over two decades ago to Sinnika and Ville Vittun, both of whom had lived in Finland at the time. There weren’t very many fae living in the area, but enough for Ray to have somewhere to have grown up, surrounded by others of his kind. There were courts, not unlike that of the Atra in the area. Most fae were not of the sweet demeanor there, however, so they were not looked upon very fondly by the few mortals in the area who knew of them. As a young fae, Ray wasn’t that bad, simply living as his father and mother told him, amongst the civil turmoil between the rest in their small court.
Before he got very old, only around fifteen years, Ray’s father decided to move their family from the court in Finland. Tensions continued to run high amongst the violent fae, and wars were breaking out more often than not, with internal fighting a steady constant. Quietly and for the most part, unnoticed, the small family was able to slip away, glamoured for as long as it took them to get to Canada, where they landed in British Colombia. It didn’t take very long before they found the Atra Court, which was a pleasant surprise, considering they were already adapted to the ‘harsh’ way in which they lived.
It didn’t take very long for Ville to be inducted into the court as a knight, and as a result, his hard manner and short temper were almost rewarded, setting the only standard Ray ever knew. Both men had a very short fuse and didn’t get on very well, especially after the move. As terrible as things had been back home, he had been completely uprooted, didn’t speak any English, and now had to deal with the rest of the Atra’s, the Argentum, and the Mortals that inhabited the city. For the longest time, he simply took to secluding himself, but one can only stay on their own for so long. As his English improved, he slowly worked his way into society, cautiously, but it was progress.
As time moved on, so did Ray, and the older he got, the more he enjoyed life in the Atra court. He was allowed, and almost welcome, to be as violent and volatile as possible, and with a temper like his, he embraced it. He was particularly fond of simply keeping watch over slaves, observing them, criticizing them in his mind as he did so. It was harsh, but he was fascinated by the level of servitude they allowed themselves to be subjected to. Now and then he would be attracted to the females, never being able to resist a cute face and a sharp tongue. One in particular struck his interest for the longest time, and he had almost drummed up a bit of a relationship, at least as much as they could manage, until another, older knight found out and took advantage of the girl, hitting Ray right were it hurt. That didn’t end well, and Ray flat out laid the guy out without regret. However, he severed ties with the girl, for her benefit. He wasn’t completely heartless.
When the early nineteen hundreds rolled around, and just after his parents had passed, Ray met whom he thought to be the love of his life. She was the first person to not give up on getting under his skin, despite being distant with her, or harsh. She was his very own little ball of sunshine, and she was his to taint. He fell quite hard for her, getting very possessive quickly, but she didn’t mind, and was loyal to him, almost rewarding the behavior. Regardless, after a while, he proposed, and was surprisingly happy with his life. Unfortunately, months before they were set to wed, she fell very ill, and sooner rather than later, he lost her. Ray didn’t exactly cope well with it, reverting back to being very closed off, and even more violent than before. He was inducted as a knight, which served to be a useful outlet for his anger, and has held the position ever since.
Other than that, he hasn’t gotten into a serious relationship, only short lived flings, and a very casual fuck buddies. He remains loyal to the Atra court, living with his position as a knight with pride. Recently, he’s developed the habit of slipping into the city and simply wandering around, people watching, getting himself out into the world without ever really having to join it.
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aha, i hate applications, for some reason, and ray never comes off quite right, but i love this site, so we'll see how it goes!
[/font]aha, i hate applications, for some reason, and ray never comes off quite right, but i love this site, so we'll see how it goes!
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