Post by rio DELA LIBERTAD on Dec 13, 2010 23:23:14 GMT -5
RIO DELA LIBERTAD
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
( Basque Shepherd Dog)
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
( Basque Shepherd Dog)
* SHE WEARS SHORT SKIRTS, I WEAR T-SHIRTS.
ABOUT YOU!
[/font]ABOUT YOU!
* FULL NAME Unnamed at birth but had the surname Romasco. Grew up known as Rio who later became known as Rio Dela Libertad. He was found by a family floating in a makeshift basket of sorts along a river and so the family named him Rio (spanish for river).
* NICK NAMES Rio, El Perro (the dog)
* AGE Twenty-Nine
* BIRTHDAY March 3
* SEXUALITY Heterosexual
* FAVORITE THINGS Tacos, Lazy summer days, Surfing, The sun, Sleeping, The outdoors, the ideology of freedom, summer
* LEAST FAVORITE THINGS Being cooped up indoors, the feeling of being restricted, night, the cold, winter
* FEARS Absolute darkness, Absolute silence, being alone his whole life
* GOALS Finding his parents, Starting a family, Being a better father than his own
* BIGGEST SECRET Still sleeps with a night light. He cannot for the life in him, sleep unless there is a night nearby. That is one of the main reasons why he loves to sleep outside under the stars, where the night is still dimly lit, with a campfire if available.
* WALKIN' THE STREETS WITH YOU
YOUR HISTORY!
[/font]YOUR HISTORY!
* MOTHER Fernanda Sienna Romasco Gonzalez, 49, Housewife, never met her. He has absolutely no idea who she is but would like to found out who she is and get some answers.
* FATHER Roberto Juan Romasco Ramirez, 50, Car Salesman, never met him. As the same as his mother, he has no idea who he is but would like to find him. Depending on his fathers answers to his questions, he isn't sure whether he wants to hit him or hug him.
* SIBLINGS Roberto Juan Romasco Jr, 22, University Student, never met/does not know he exists
* HOMETOWN The town of Arizpe near the Sonora River in Mexico. Misses the town greatly even though he knows he is not welcome there because of what he is.
* WHY CAN'T YOU SEE.
BEHIND THE MASK!
[/font]BEHIND THE MASK!
hey, i'm Chile! i'm currently sixteen years young and living it up in the Australian eastern standard timezone. i've been on the scene for under than 1 years, and i'm loving it! you can pm me or msn me at chileboi@hotmail.com and we'll chat the night away! oh and by the way, i also play no other characters!
* I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN THAT.
THE SAMPLE!
[/font]THE SAMPLE!
"Heh" Gian found himself saying as he heard her speak. The string kick his ass? Well that was probably true but eh would probably have to restring his whole guitar now just to be safe. It had been a longtime since he changed his strings, his guitar was due for it. They were waiting to snap at any moment. At least, they had snapped now when they did, would have been bad if there were more people around, even worse if it was whilst he was performing.
Looking up at her momentarily in between the awkward silences between her words, Gian wondered what she must think of him. He had taken her place in the band after all, so he desperately wanted her approval. He remembered live performance and the way she would play, and Gian felt he was nowhere near her level. To be honest, he wasn't even sure why he was allowed in the band in the first place. How did he even get to this position he was in anyways? That he couldn't remember, well not in the moment anyways.
As she made her way over, Gian finally took notice of her guitar. So she was probably doing or was or was planning to do the same thing he was probably? Ugh, he didn't know, thinking about things too much isn't good. As she set her guitar down, Gian thought how it would be great if he could perform a song with her, just the two of them and their guitars, like a duet or something? Maybe she'd agree to the idea eventually? Well he would have to improve their relationship first anyways.
Looking at the handkerchief confusingly, Gian wasn't sure exactly by what she meant by it but just assumed. Raising it to his cheek to wipe away the blood, Gian turned and smiled at Hae Ra, grateful for the thought. "Thank you" He said, continuing to wipe away the blood on his cheek before starting on his hand. It still stung but he wasn't going to let it show, He didn't want anyone in the band to know if his hand hurt, he didn't want to let them down. Even though now his wrist was killing him, his fingers were sore and couldn't move them properly and now this giant cut on his hands. With a deep sigh, Gian stared down at the ground, fidgeting as he wiped away the blood before saying his thoughts out loud, "I'm not good enough for this band"
Looking up at her momentarily in between the awkward silences between her words, Gian wondered what she must think of him. He had taken her place in the band after all, so he desperately wanted her approval. He remembered live performance and the way she would play, and Gian felt he was nowhere near her level. To be honest, he wasn't even sure why he was allowed in the band in the first place. How did he even get to this position he was in anyways? That he couldn't remember, well not in the moment anyways.
As she made her way over, Gian finally took notice of her guitar. So she was probably doing or was or was planning to do the same thing he was probably? Ugh, he didn't know, thinking about things too much isn't good. As she set her guitar down, Gian thought how it would be great if he could perform a song with her, just the two of them and their guitars, like a duet or something? Maybe she'd agree to the idea eventually? Well he would have to improve their relationship first anyways.
Looking at the handkerchief confusingly, Gian wasn't sure exactly by what she meant by it but just assumed. Raising it to his cheek to wipe away the blood, Gian turned and smiled at Hae Ra, grateful for the thought. "Thank you" He said, continuing to wipe away the blood on his cheek before starting on his hand. It still stung but he wasn't going to let it show, He didn't want anyone in the band to know if his hand hurt, he didn't want to let them down. Even though now his wrist was killing him, his fingers were sore and couldn't move them properly and now this giant cut on his hands. With a deep sigh, Gian stared down at the ground, fidgeting as he wiped away the blood before saying his thoughts out loud, "I'm not good enough for this band"
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
THE CREDITS!
[/font]THE CREDITS!
so SAM BAM?! of CAUTION 2.0! made this application template,
that was inspired by CARLEE BARLEY?! also of CAUTION,
and sam worked really hard on it, so don't take
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