Post by Carlos Mitchell on Apr 20, 2011 11:50:12 GMT -5
Carlos Triviño Mitchell
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]: Carlos Mitchell
Age[/color]: 23
Grade[/color]: 3rd Year
Gender[/color]: Male
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Heterosexual
Face Claim[/color]: Light Yagami from Death Note
Canon or Original[/color]: Original
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] 5’10”
Weight:[/color] 145 lbs.
Eyes:[/color] Brown
Hair:[/color] Brown
Scars/Tattoos/Other Markings:[/color]
A scar on his right wrist from breaking a bottle of beer when he was a teenager.
Summary: [/color]
Carlos is often described to look angelic, or at least close to that. He has a heart-shaped face free of pimples and wrinkles that is proportionate to the length of his neck and the broadness of his shoulders. His hair is brown in color, but to say that it is naturally brown may sound unbelievable to some people, because it changes color depending on the lighting. Under the sun, the strands of his hair glint golden, mimicking the rays of the sunshine, while during twilight his hair might become a shade grayer, taking a form of solemnity. Dim lighting will cause his hair to appear darker than it really is. It is a bit long in terms of usual hair length for boys, able to cover the nape of his neck and reaching until the collar of his shirt. Always appearing mussed and tousled, it gives Carlos a just-woken-up kind of look.
His eyes are the same color of his hair, and emphatic enough to express his emotions just like the muscles on his face. Usually it bears a blank, distant look, seeming as if his mind is elsewhere. Upon closer inspection, his eyes have specks of amber-gold in them, noticeable only in close distances. His eyelashes are not abundant, but frame his eyes very well. His facial features are proportionate to each other: his nose is not too wide or too narrow, nor is it too prominent, while his lips are plump, sometimes glossy after he’s bitten on it. His teeth are pearly white and straight, thanks to braces in his teenage years and the help of tooth brushing.
Carlos’s body is muscled from bodybuilding and engaging in mixed martial arts. He does not have terribly big muscles, though; in fact, the condition of his body isn’t so blatantly obvious under his suits, therefore causing surprise whenever it is revealed that he is not slender and built for speed, but built for strength and endurance. This characteristic stretches out until the tip of his toes, encompassing his body and manifesting in several ways; for example, his well-toned six-pack. His hands are soft as opposed to callous, simply because of his disdain for physical labor.
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]
[/li][li] Classics
[/li][li] Literature
[/li][li] Psychology
[/li][li] Suits
[/li][li] Studying
[/li][li] Dogs
[/li][li] Money
[/li][li] Being in control
[/li][li] Nighttime
[/li][li] Solitude
Dislikes: [/color]
[/li][li] Losing
[/li][li] Dolls (they creep him out)
[/li][li] Casual style of clothing
[/li][li] Messes
[/li][li] Cats
[/li][li] Practical work
[/li][li] Punk/rock music
[/li][li] Day time
[/li][li] Crowds
Strengths:[/color]
[/li][li] Academics.
[/li][li] Strength.
[/li][li] Intense determination.
Weaknesses:[/color]
[/li][li] He has a tendency to overthink, and make mountains out of molehills.
[/li][li] His mind tends to drift off to other topics in the middle of things.
[/li][li] He’s extremely greedy.
Personality:[/color]
There’s something about Carlos that doesn’t quite feel right—and people with a heightened sense of awareness for danger have the right sense of mind by steering clear of him. At first sight, he might seem genial and chivalrous; a rare, old-fashioned nobleman who seems to be going out of his way just to help others, but that’s what he wants you to think. He is devilishly charming towards aristocrats, based on the way he holds himself during conversations and even the way he sometimes uses Old English in speaking—something he developed through his love for Shakespeare. His favorite Shakespearean work would be Richard the Third, and for apt reason as well. Carlos is deeply fascinated by doubled-face personas and anything that might appear to have a certain purpose but has an underlying motive.
You can say he’s comparable to an onion; a whole composed of several, thin layers that, when peeled, reveal the core. And when simplified in this way, Carlos is nothing but wickedness in a nice, double-breasted suit.
His closeness to people is not affected by this, though. As people begin to become endeared to him, he is smart enough to not get attached. People are expendable to him, but he doesn’t like it when he loses one of his own. He is envious of other people’s lives—it doesn’t matter whether they’re middle class or low class, he’s mainly jealous of how the way they live their life. They may have jobs, or they may be unemployed, or they might be orphaned or have a family of their own, be a social butterfly or an outcast… it really doesn’t matter. Carlos just wants to have everything they have—perhaps the shabby apartment they bought using their college money, or the depression from losing someone special. He’s afflicted with an extraordinarily alarming type of greed—and he’s not regretful that he is.
He is terrifically cunning when it comes to what he wants, and can be described as a manipulative bastard. Since he comes from an upper class way of life, he is used to getting what he desires, and has practically no experience on his own. He depends mostly on his late parents’ money and businesses, and the large estate he used to live in. To be ripped of his rights as heir to a magnanimous fortune drives him crazy, and he holds a grudge against his uncle for that. He dislikes being ordered around; he prefers to be the boss and never do any of the dirty work. Especially housework. He doesn’t even know how to wash the dishes properly.
So what does he do in his free time? He must have an awful lot of free time, surely, from all the butlers and the maids doing all the work for him. Well, dear reader, he practices on his vanity and charisma the best way he knows how: in front of the mirror. He’s terribly vain for a male, and it can be said that he’s metrosexual. He keeps in shape by bodybuilding or by practicing mixed martial arts, as when he had attempted to join team sports, he was almost always hogging the ball. He also likes to study about literature and psychology, because he wants to be able to exercise control over people as easy as the wind blows.
His preferences in music and the like also vary, but not in a way that is even remotely comparable to the needs of a spoiled brat. He exists without any favorites in modern art and music, as he leans towards the classics more instead of modern day creations, simply because it intrigues him more as opposed to the straightforwardness of today. The fictional novels he reads delve into dark, ancient superstitions and beliefs, like vampires, and he very much likes the works of Anne Rice. Carlos believes he was born two centuries late, and he’s drastically annoyed by this.
Carlos is a Roman Catholic, although he does not have any real passion for this religion. It is more of an obligation than a decision, as it has already grown to be a habit of his to join in the celebrations of mass and the like, for his parents were devout Catholics. And sure, Carlos believes that there is an omniscient God that despises sins, but without any Catholic statues to remind him of this, Carlos just goes on his way of making people’s lives miserable. In the presence of one, however, Carlos is immediately deterred from doing anything bad. It irritates him, but that is a practice that he was raised to live out, thus causing occasions wherein he has spurts of goodness. When it comes to politics, Carlos does not have any specific side to take. He doesn’t really give a damn about politics.
He can be described as an over-achiever, with his successes in academics being notable even when he was younger. He loves to learn about new things, because to him it’s like inspiration. He eventually grew to desire being in history books like the people he reads about; to be remembered for all time, so long as the words are on paper.
He has a very dry sense of humor, and it’s almost impossible to hear him raucously laughing at something he’s seen. His amusement is occasionally expressed through a wry smile. Carlos generally starts conversations with strangers just to appease his boredom, and if the stranger made a lasting impression on him, he might consider them valuable to him.
When it comes to “serious” relationships, or females, Carlos doesn’t really put any effort into it. Most of the girls he’d met throughout the course of his life fawn on his feet because of his charm and good looks. That being said, he usually plays with girls, taking two, three of them at a time, before bowling them over for new ones. He’s almost impossible to please, and his attention is very hard to catch, but when a person manages to do that—well, you can expect that Carlos would want that person to be his for an extended period of time, even if the person doesn’t like him or grows tired of him; it’s always him who calls the shots in his life, and he’s against anything that might overthrow that. However, he’s susceptible to crushes here and there.
Because of his acquisitive greed, Carlos never wants to die. He wants to live forever—and so he’s a bit fragile in a sense. He doesn’t explore much, in fear of being in an accident that would send his riches to a second-cousin three times removed, or something. He also doesn’t watch the tube at all, and so his sense of fashion or the norm is a tad outdated. He prefers to wear suits as opposed to jeans, shirts, and styles that are common nowadays.
SCHOOL ID:
[/color]| [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][cs=2] Kingdom University | |
 | Name: Carlos Mitchell Age: 23 Grade Level: 3rd Year Residence: Holmes Dormitory, Room 206 |
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] Esperanza Triviño
Father:[/color] Alex Mitchell
Siblings:[/color] None.
History: [/color]
Paris is a beautiful city. It’s infamously called the city of love, which is why a young Spanish heiress by the name of Esperanza Triviño came to Paris in secret; she wished to find her one true love, instead of being haphazardly married to a man twenty years her senior. She had used the family’s private jet; since they were very well off to own one, including several other means of transportation.
Now, her adventurous spirit was alone in a new city to be explored, and she was extremely excited. She found herself just below the Eiffel Tower, and Esperanza twirled around in utter eagerness. She lost her balance all of a sudden, and bumped into a man. “Oh, forgive me, signor,” she exclaimed, brushing herself off. Her English was heavily accented. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.” She raised her eyes to meet those of the stranger’s, and time for them both seemed to stop.
You ever had one of those days when everything you wished for came true? That miraculous day when it’s sunny, you passed the exam you hardly studied for, and the long test was canceled because the teacher was absent? Well, that was what this day was for Esperanza—she’d wished for love, and she found love at first sight.
The man, who went by the name of Alex Mitchell, was a well-endowed business man who was well on his way to making a multi-million dollar deal. After a whirlwind courtship that lasted the whole of two weeks, they got married in Paris, before they went to Spain to be introduced as a newly wed couple to the aristocratic family of Esperanza.
At first, the family was furious at the heiress’s decision, and refused to even acknowledge their presence; however, when they knew about Michael’s rather impressive background (his father was a highly successful entrepreneur, and his mother was an equally successful prima ballerina) they softened up to him and eventually accepted his status as the heiress’s husband. For several years after their marriage, they lived in the Balearic Islands, specifically in Palma de Mallorca, in a valued estate. Carlos Mitchell was born in this place at 11:46 pm of January 19 in the year 1988.
His parents both loved him a lot, but they were busy with managing their businesses, and so Carlos’s childhood was usually spent in the presence of his nanny, the butlers and maids, and his tutors, who spoke to and taught him in English, thus his Spanish accent is well hidden, even if he’s equally fluent in that language. Carlos was a very happy child, always eager to learn, even if his parents were hardly there. He didn’t think ill of them at all, until one day, when he was eleven years old, his parents got in an accident and they died, leaving him to be the only heir to the fortune.
Just a few nights before that, his parents had the time to have dinner with him, and of course, this made him very glad. It was a carefree night, and they laughed and laughed until their stomachs ached and little Carlos was kissed good-night by both.
It was the last dinner they had together, and to this very day, Carlos remembers every detail of it, for the day his parents were buried six feet under the ground was the turning point in Carlos’s life. It didn’t have anything to do with the fact that they were dead—he was actually pleased with that fact, as it meant that all the estate and money were going to him, and he was its sole owner. By then, the greed was already taking over him.
The next day, his uncle made the announcement that he was, in fact, taking over until Carlos is of legal age. This sent Carlos in a tantrum in his room that lasted for about two hours, with only his nanny trying to calm him down. Once he had, he reverted in a sort of catatonic state, and he was white with rage. Then he ran to the courtyard, where the bodies of his parents were given their permanent resting place.
It started to rain, then. He blankly looked down on his father’s tombstone, ignoring the wetness of his clothes as they stuck to his skin. Then his eyes sharpened with realization and new-found fury as he remembered their last dinner together. He began to see his father in a new light; someone weak, who cannot hold people strong enough to do his bidding for him, and he had to do everything himself. And that night, things took a turn for the worse.
“Good riddance, Father,” he spat.
For the next three years, Carlos built up an intricate façade of being a perfect young man, while he manipulated the people inside the household. His uncle couldn’t have personally stayed in the house, as he had a superior mansion in Barcelona, where he’d rather stay in. Carlos’s exploitation came in the form of several relationships with maids in the household—none of them were spreading word of their “special” beau, of course, lest they wanted to be scorned and punished, and so they believed that they were the only ones getting the treatment Carlos was giving—which was a wrong presumption, of course.
With their hearts broken, some maids opted to leave the household, which wasn’t any problem at all for Carlos, as he simply had them replaced. This is the part when the urban legend started to stir, since family friends sometimes visit the estate and notice the strange behavior of the help.
When he turned seventeen, his uncle, having had enough of the intrigue, sent him to Radiant Gardens, where he would have to live independently as opposed to being waited on hand and foot in the estate. Of course, he had vehemently refused, but his remarks fell on deaf ears.
He was given a nondescript house, and he brought along a maid a year younger than him for a bit of service (he’d smuggled her in from his uncle by registering her at a later flight). He was enrolled in high school to finish senior year before heading on to university. He still managed to get extra “pocket money” every now and then, since he has a bank account that his uncle doesn’t know about where he can withdraw as he pleases.
He finished high school with flying colors, and his uncle, finally impressed by his academic success, decided to enroll Carlos to Kingdom University to make a name for himself, and not just end up a beggar in the streets (but of course, Carlos is too smart for that to happen). He found out of the teenager’s unauthorized help, and so whisked away the girl back to the mansion while Carlos went to university in all his glory and independence. Before this decision was made, however, Carlos had already attended another university for two years, and so he was to become a newcomer for his third year.
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] Ana
How Did You Find Us?[/color] I came across an ad.
Play Any Other Characters?[/color] Nope.
Contact Info:[/color] PM. x)
RP SAMPLE:[/color]
"Darling? Daaarliing?"
Hughes Sydney felt like his brains were going to explode as he heard the continual shrilling of his girlfriend, who was apparently too busy to be bothered to coming to fetch him in person and instead resorted to shrieking half the neighborhood awake. It didn't help that he was having a migraine, and he had a court hearing the next morning, which was… Hughes checked his watch and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. It was less than five hours away. And he hasn't even had a break on his case yet.
He began deliberating how long his girlfriend would be oblivious to his absence, but came to an instant conclusion when he stepped out of his workplace and noticed the waft of alcohol in the air. She was drunk again. He found it pathetic, really, but he had promised his aunt that he would date her youngest daughter and try to make it work, since he was a considerably prominent man in the legal world, and she thought Hughes would have a positive effect on the twenty-five year old woman.
But at the rate things were going, Hughes knew there was no chance that the girl would ever stop from her partying, and besides, she reeked of alcohol almost every night ever since they rented a condominium together. And Hughes got the hint that all she wanted was to snog him all day. He nabbed his coat, put on his shoes and stepped out into the early morning air, leaving behind his girlfriend. Or, after that moment, ex-girlfriend.
Hughes ambled around like a blind man feeling his way through the dark without a cane. When he finally got to his senses, he had boarded a bus, and was heading to God knows where. He got off at the next stop and examined his surroundings with the curiosity of a four-year-old. Admittedly, it wasn't the mature thing to do, running off in the middle of the night like some kind of juvenile delinquent. It reminded him of his older sister, who had rebelled in her teenage years and decided on running away from the perils of high school bullying. Hughes had remained in contact with her for several months following that, but soon that faded away. The last he had heard from her was four years ago, when he was still twenty-six years old, and she said her family of three had been reduced by one when her boyfriend ran off with the girl down the block, almost exactly the same way she had left her responsibilities. Yet Hughes didn't care about his own exodus. He knew he was going to be back in time for the hearing.
He rounded the corner and entered a nearby pub, yearning for a quick drink before trying to find out where the bloody hell he is, when all of a sudden he spotted a set of chocolate brown eyes that stopped his heart as he took in the breathtaking moment. Hughes couldn't help but let his eyes wander over the bountiful locks that entangle gracefully beside the contours of a flawless face that resembled a seraphim angel. She was wearing a simple black dress, and over it a long coat. Her eyes were outlined with a black pencil eyeliner, and Hughes realized a beat too late that she had interlocked gazes with him, and she was questioning with the slightest raise of her eyebrow his uncertainty of coming over to talk to her.
Hughes set himself on a stool and ordered a shot of G&T. He tilted his head discreetly to the right and saw the woman giving him glances every few seconds. He smirked to himself, downed his drink, and stood up and approached the female. Hughes threw a charming smile--well, the most charming he could manage so early in the morning--and greeted with a brief, "Hey there."
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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