Post by Red on Aug 27, 2014 11:47:45 GMT -5
Birth Name: Angel Vargas
Alias: Red
Age: Nineteen
Sexuality: Gray Ace/Demisexual
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: California Mission Indian (Cahuilla) and Nahuatl
Current Location: The Wilds
Occupation: Unemployed
Playby: Frank Waln
Virtue: Industria
Virtue Marking Placement: Left shoulder.
Vice: Deaf in left ear.
Specializations: Crafting.
Height: 6'
Build: Lanky
Hair: Long/Black
Eyes: Brown
Clothing Preference: Pre-fall, he had a thing for hip hop fashion; baggy hoodies and jeans. Now, he's learned to dress practically, with his own flair.
Weapons: A club/walking stick carved from a tree branch.
Other Items: A polaroid of his mom.
Personality: Red is... Red. He's not necessarily what you'd call a 'rebel-without-a-cause', but he does prefer his own path of getting around, which may just mean that he's stubborn. Private, even after rebirth, he knows he's been through a lot and prefers to deal with that on his own time. But he also can't help but try to reach out to the others when help is needed. A listener, it's often assumed that he has no real opinion during a discussion, but in actually, he is simply watching and waiting for a chance to be heard. Observation is a key trait for him, especially during this time of new discoveries and exploration.
A huge chunk of his past is missing, so he does become frustrated at the thought of memories. One can say that he even becomes jealous whenever someone else can recall their past. But he keeps to himself, more hurt than angry.
Religious Beliefs: A syncretic mix of Roman Catholicism and traditional beliefs.
Important Relationships:
"Li-li" - The little girl he met shortly after his rebirth. She can only remember her alphabets and the first two letters of her name, "L" and "I". Friendly, although just as shy as Red, himself, she's been stuck to him like glue since they've met. She views him as a guardian and he feels... familiar around her. She is estimated to be at least three years old.
"Andrea" - His mother. The young woman in the photograph holding an infant Angel. All it says is "Andrea & Angel, 1973" on the back. He is unsure if she is Cahuilla or Nahuatl, since her name can suggest either. He's not even sure if the woman, "Andrea" might his mom. All he knows is that he has her picture.
History: He met Li-li first. In a field where tiny flowers had overgrown the remains of a broken down school yard. She handed him a flower crown and pointed at the words on his shirt, "REDssock!" Redsox. She had named him. Red. Although, he'd learn that his name was really, "Angel", she still couldn't pronounce that as well as "Red". And so, Red had stuck. She'd stick, too.
He'd learn that he had forgotten almost everything, besides his own race. But he did forget his mom. The young woman nursing a baby in this polaroid he owns... he wanted to believe that was his mother. He looks at it every night. He can barely see her face, but she's brown with dark long hair.
She could pass as his mom. Li-li nuzzles his chest as she sleeps, and he soon falls asleep, as well.
He might've known her in the past. Or maybe he knew her parents? Either way, she feels safe around him and she feels... familiar. He doesn't know why. He doubts he'll ever will. And so far, he's okay with that. Just as long as she lives and he lives.
As far as he's concerned, they're going to be okay.
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RP Sample:
"Did you hear that?"
"No." she snaps her fingers into his ear again, "How about now?" Red smirked, "Still no."
"Hmph!" she tugged at a lock of his hair, her own curls laid across her small face as she accepts defeat once more; he'll never hear anything in that ear. "But why can't you hear it?" she asked from atop his shoulders. She still can't see anything above those trees. He shrugged, which prompted her to hug his neck a little more tightly, "I just can't."
Her feet are bare, he can see her toes curl up and down as she thinks about something else to say. "Was there ever a time you could?"
Red closed his eyes to think. About roller coasters, and really hot summers, and grey winters with no snow. He thought about mango paletas and a shrine he saw in a living room with pictures of saints and people that could've relatives. He remembers bike rides and getting caught in the rain. The bland taste of bubble gum that's lost it's sweetness and the smell of browning grass. He tried, so hard, to remember his hearing; but all he could think about was... everything else.
"I don't know."
"I wish you knew how to hear in that ear."
"Would you love me less if I couldn't hear in either one?"
"No."
"So you'll still love me even if I can't hear in this one?"
"Yes."
He smiled, "Then, you won't have to wish that ever again."
"No." she snaps her fingers into his ear again, "How about now?" Red smirked, "Still no."
"Hmph!" she tugged at a lock of his hair, her own curls laid across her small face as she accepts defeat once more; he'll never hear anything in that ear. "But why can't you hear it?" she asked from atop his shoulders. She still can't see anything above those trees. He shrugged, which prompted her to hug his neck a little more tightly, "I just can't."
Her feet are bare, he can see her toes curl up and down as she thinks about something else to say. "Was there ever a time you could?"
Red closed his eyes to think. About roller coasters, and really hot summers, and grey winters with no snow. He thought about mango paletas and a shrine he saw in a living room with pictures of saints and people that could've relatives. He remembers bike rides and getting caught in the rain. The bland taste of bubble gum that's lost it's sweetness and the smell of browning grass. He tried, so hard, to remember his hearing; but all he could think about was... everything else.
"I don't know."
"I wish you knew how to hear in that ear."
"Would you love me less if I couldn't hear in either one?"
"No."
"So you'll still love me even if I can't hear in this one?"
"Yes."
He smiled, "Then, you won't have to wish that ever again."
