Post by renotakemi on Apr 13, 2011 23:06:00 GMT -5
Reno Josiah Takémï
Today was a fairytale, you were the prince
[/color]Today was a fairytale, you were the prince
I used to be a damsel in distress[/font][/color]
Today was a fairytale[/color] [/center]
Name[/color]: Reno
Age[/color]: 24
Grade[/color]: 4 year
Gender[/color]: Male
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Straight
Face Claim[/color]: Reno
Canon or Original[/color]: Canon
Today was a fairytale, I wore a dress
[/color]You wore a dark gray t-shirt[/font][/color]
You told me I was pretty when I looked like a mess[/color] [/center]
Height:[/color] 6'2''
Weight:[/color] 134
Eyes:[/color] Aqua-Marine
Hair:[/color] Red
Scars/Tattoos/Other Markings:[/color] Symmetrical Red Tattoos along cheekbones.
Summary: [/color]
Usually seen with a loose button down shirt or even a charcoal sweater. A tie is visible, though usually sloppy and loosened for dramatic appeal. He tends to wear slacks as well with a variation of dark blue and ebony. His boots are usually always scuffed up, his hair messy.
You've got a smile that takes me to another planet
[/color]Every move you make, everything you say is right[/font][/color]
Today was a fairytale[/color] [/center]
Likes:[/color]
- Lucky Strikes Cigarettes,
- Alcohol
- Other 'various' narcotics
- Down time
- Weekends
- Criminal Justice
- Coffee with lots of creamer
- Nightlife
Dislikes: [/color]
- The word 'kawaii'
- Early Morning class
- Mondays
- Lectures
- Being the designated driver
- People chewing their cud
- Black Coffee
Strengths:[/color]
- Talking in front of large crowds
- Determination
Weaknesses:[/color]
- Sitting in one place for a long time
- Math
- 30 minutes without a good smoke.
Personality:[/color]
Reno's main line is ‘for the benefit of yourself' thusly, he only does things if it benefits him in some way or another, be it for higher gain or just pleasure. He's quick witted and sharp tongue which gets him into plenty of trouble with those above him. However, he does know how much he can cross the line. Loyal to those he trusts in and even mistrusting to those he dislikes..he's quick to learn on his abilities. On his down time he likes to dabble in the alcohol, being as he dubs it his act of 'freedom from the week'. He still finds a few questionable actions his favorite past-times.
He usually hangs with the rougher crowd, those who aren't entirely into studying away hours. Despite his lack of study habits he excels well in his classes.. except for Math. Man does he hate math.
SCHOOL ID:[/color]
| [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][cs=2] Kingdom University | |
 | Name: Reno Josiah Takémï Age: 24 Grade Level: 4th Year Residence: |
All that I can say is that it's getting so much clearer
[/color]Nothing made sense until the time I saw your face[/font][/color]
Today was a fairytale[/color] [/center]
Mother:[/color] Carolyn Marie Takémï
Father:[/color] Josiah James Takémï [ Missing ]
Siblings:[/color] N/A
History: [/color]
Reno started out in the poor ruins of his city. His father ran out on them at a young age. As he grew older he got into many shady situations. Desperate that her son didn't follow down the same path his father had, she directed his attention to college. At first, he was against it but was soon interned to a very powerful company that was located on the upper level of the city. Without going to KU he wouldn’t be able to land the job he so wished to be in. It was a level of power and authority and proper training in Criminal Justice. Not only did his thirst to have power run in his veins, he had the physical structure to surpass the physical test and his determination to achieve his goal put him over the top.
The company, seeing a potential agent, pardoned him full scholarship to the University. Through the first years he had to adapt to the 'college life'. Often he fell behind but by the second year he was in full swing of his routines and what he was capable of. Although still a party boy, he maintains a above average GPA. His tongue often gets him in trouble by the professors and his over indulgence in narcotics sometimes gets in the way of his studies.
However, now being on his 4th year there, he's learned to cope with his hangovers.
Time slows down whenever you're around
[/color]I can feel my heart, it's beating in my chest[/font][/color]
Did you feel it?[/color] [/center]
Your Name:[/color] Ry
How Did You Find Us?[/color] Link on FFNATION
Play Any Other Characters?[/color] N/A
Contact Info:[/color] mr_smexy@yahoo.com
RP SAMPLE:[/color]
O.V.E.R. [ D.O.S.E ]
There had been times when he would indulge in the lovely affects of the bottle. More often than not it was when he would add his extra concoction of Mako to those drinks. Alcohol consumption gained a tolerance over time; the Turk had been practicing this theory since the young age of thirteen. It wasn't anything new to the land of the rotting pizza. There were countless of drunks that occupied the establishments to wash away their grief, their sorrow of what could have been their life instead of this. People drank to drown themselves away from the problems they held, they drank to numb this so called pain.
Reno wasn't sure why he drank. He just simply did.
Maybe it was the account that he killed his mother at a young age, when he was just joining the ranks of the Turks. Maybe it was the fact he never met his father, but his mother hardly spoke pleasant things about him. He was told that's where he got his vibrant red hair from. He never told anyone about his problems, what good would it do? He had the common sense to know that you can't change the past. You either keep running from it or learn from it. He wasn't sure if he could even follow his own words of wisdom but he did a good job at telling people that's the way life was.
He didn't harm anyone because of this. Sure, there were countless bar fights that he thrown himself into. One slip of a wrong word sent his fist to be flying in any general direction. He found it a thrill. And with the many drugs that laced through his system, more often than not the first couple of punches affected him very little. Adrenaline rush was something he was quite used to and couldn't get enough of it. He found it in the punches he swung and the anger that swelled in his system. Often, after that bar fight was settled with and if he was still standing, he would shake uncontrollably with the amount of pent up energy that still stood in his wake.
On those occasions he had no other place to head to than the Honey Bee Inn to shake off the remains of that energy. Nothing a good fuck couldn't handle. He wasn't tied down to anyone. Although he spent his time with a few choice people he pertained to 'friends' instead of just merely screw buddies. They had their good fights over the bottles or just spat out arguments that usually led to the bedroom. It was a routine to him and he wasn't quite sick of it just yet. Others had told him to seek help but truly he found no harm in what he was doing. They didn't own him, he didn't own anyone.
Alcohol wasn't the only thing that found its way through his system.
Besides the company that he was so loyal to, he did have a side job. The Turk withheld a good amount of money from the rank he was in the grand company, but it wasn't enough for him. Addicts spent most, if not all, of their money on their source of addiction. He was one of them. Be it alcohol, cigarettes, or any other form of narcotics. That's what he spent his hard earned cash on. His other deadly sin to his system was that of cocaine.
The codename on the streets was 'Candy'. It was a reasonable term to the affects that it has on one. Candy was addictive.. This cocaine that he purchased wasn't cheap at that. The source of the drug was behind the usage of 'Mako'. Only the purest substance held the ingredient of Mako however. He made sure to get only the purest of quality, tasting the substance before buying it by the kilos. The meetings were often performed at night, under the flickering lamplight of the sector five area. That's were most of the drug lords spent their time, the old remains of The Don's house served as a prime area to conjure this white powder. Everyone seemed to know this, but there hadn't been any source of action against it. ShinRa most often supplied the financial expenses.
He often used this drug before missions.
It jump started his system, gaining the title of 'Fastest of the Turks'. There wasn't any doubt the drug had good share in that namesake. But it didn't last long, which led him to inject the serum instead of snorting it. During this repeating cycle of inflicting the drug into his system, his irritability level increased tenfold. He always had a temper on him it only intensified when under the influence.
That as the worse of the drugs he took.
There was another narcotic that he often didn't mention of being that of a drug; marijuana. It was just a feel good type of affect. He often used this in his pass-time of just lazing around the apartment. It relaxed his muscles to a point that the term 'professional at being lazy' came into play. He never however dabbled this sort of drug during the workforce. This was purely spent on his own free-time. It did make him have the urge for his sexual addiction however.
It was a repeating pattern for him. One of these days he was sure to hit rock bottom like he did so many years ago before joining the Turks. But, as far as he was concerned he wouldn't change this daily life pattern for the world.
He was content at simply being content.
But can you feel this magic in the air?
[/color]It must've been the way you kissed me[/font][/color]
Fell in love when I saw you standing there[/color] [/center]
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