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| Miguel Julio Flores "All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible." - T. E. Lawerance |
| CODE NAME: El Dorado |
| Male | 19 | Demisexual |
| Chilean/Peruvian | Student | Civilian |
| Physical |
| 160 cm | 62.5 kg | Black |
| Brown | Tan | Shortstack |
| Personal |
Optimistic: He always looks to the bright side of things, the glass is never half empty to him. Heck, it isn't even just half full! He'd see the glass full, just half with whatever contents and the other with air. Of course, it may seem a bit cheesy but that's the kind of person he is. A giant cheese ball of cheer. Childish: He's a bit immature, always joking around and never being fully serious. He tends to wear people out, since he's energetic and just wants to keep having fun! He doesn't tire easily, it's as if he's made of energy drinks and sugar. He loves to annoy his serious cousin, seeing how long it will take until he cracks. Kind: One could say he doesn't have a single mean bone in his body! He always wants to make people smile, even if it's with the smallest of gestures. He won't do anything extreme. Besides, it's the little things that count, right? Intelligent: He's a bright young man, not easily stumped by math equations that would give most of his classmates a headache. There are moments, where he's at a loss, but nobody's perfect. He's more fond of science than anything else, and is currently trying to pursue a medical career. Hard-Working: He doesn't slack off. If he has to do something, he'll put all his effort into it. In a group he pulls his fair share, sometimes even more so. He can't really do anything to any group members who have too much on their shoulders, so he'll just help them a bit. Besides, as long as it gets done, it's fine. Disorganized: His notes are never really in order, everything scribbled in to fit on one page. He looses track of his assignments from time to time, whether it's in his bag or on his desk. He would like to get things straightened out, but it would take a while to break a bad habit such as this... Short-Tempered: He is quick to get angry, though it must be something big enough to anger him. Something small as bumping into him will only cause him to laugh it off. Though, if you were to say something along the lines of, "Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were there since you're so short." then you're in for it. Impulsive: He tends to go with his gut, not stopping to think about a decision. Sometimes it's nothing major, like deciding to buy one brand of cereal over another, though there are times he'll punch someone because he "felt like it". Of course, he wouldn't say that aloud. He'd rather say something along the lines of "their face looked so punchable right then." Blunt: He doesn't like to skate around a subject, if he has something to say he'll say it how it's meant to be heard. No vague, shady sentences, but straight forward words. He knows what he should and shouldn't say, and he'll refrain from the things he shouldn't. Other than that, he'll say whatever is on his mind as he thought it. Stubborn: Once he wants something, there is no way he'll stop until he gets it. If he has an opinion, he won't change it even if people constantly hound him. Even when trying to settle a compromise of some sort, he'll make sure he gets everything he wants. If anything else, he'll just keep adding things until the other gives in. Spiteful: He tends to hold grudges from time to time, especially if the thing someone did was terrible. He won't get revenge, since fighting fire with fire only causes someone to get burned. Though, if that person were to need help, say tutoring, then he'll just laugh and leave them to their downfall. There are few very rare times he makes exceptions, but it can happen. Vulgar: He has a mouth of a sailor! He sometimes even combined words to make them more "powerful. Surprising that he never got in trouble at school for his colorful language...well, for the most part. At home, well, let's just say he never got used to the taste of soap. He doesn't know how much he curses until he's in a situation where he can't, then he expresses is frustration somewhere along the lines of "FU- FREAKING UGH WHY THE SH- HE- HECK I JUST FUDGE EVERYTHING AND A HALF, ASSHAT. AND NO IT IS NOT CURSING WHEN I USE IT IN CONTEXT". |
| Likes | Dislikes |
Coffee: He grew up with it around the house, you can even say he's addicted to it. He especially loves it with a bit of cream and sugar, though plain he can tolerate to some extent. Llamas: They're so cute! There were a lot of them back in Peru, and they made their way into his heart as his favorite animal. Never has he seen any animal that will replace that spots llamas hold. And if anyone dare say that alpacas are better, he will quickly point out how alpacas look like walking penises and are far inferior to llamas. If someone were to not know the difference between the two...may their religious deity have mercy on their soul. Friends and Family: He enjoys being around people he cares about. Their presence only puts him in a better mood. He just hopes they like his company just as much as he liked theirs. Sweets: Miguel has a huge sweet tooth. He's always snacking on some sort of candy or pastry. He prefers sweet flavors over any other. Besides, you know the saying, "You are what you eat"~. Random Trivia and Useless Facts: He just finds it interesting. Sometimes he'll even randomly type something so simple, like "Pearls" into a search engine and sees what sort of facts pop up. | Bitter, Spicy and/or Sour Things: Judging how he likes overly sweet things, it's understandable he dislikes everything at the other end of the flavor spectrum. The only other flavor he enjoys is savory, but that shadowed in comparison to sweet. Everything else is just disgusting and not worth his time. College: It's boring most of the time, he'd rather be doing something else. The work he gets will probably drown him at some point, if he doesn't die of stress beforehand. His Height Being Made Fun Of: He knows he's short...very short for a male his age, and he's aware he probably won't get any taller. He takes jokes towards his height very personally, and no doubt he'd want to beat the living hell out of you. If he can find a way to reach you, that is. His Temper: He hates that he gets so mad easily, and that he end up hurting someone in some way. He doesn't want to be hiding so much wrath anymore, and would like to find away to get all that "negative energy" out. Not Getting What He Wants: This is probably the thing he hates most. If you deny him of his wants, he will hound, yell, threaten, anything until you give in. Heck, there are times he even throws fits. His tantrums equal that of one of a 5 year-old, so not much harm but a lot of noise. |
| Dreams | Fears |
Becoming a Doctor: He isn't interested about the pay, but more on being able to help people. He wants to help people get better in any way he can, to do his best in making sure his patients regain their health. If it's something unavoidable, the least he can do is help them live a bit longer. Visit His Parents: He wants to get over his fear of heights so he can fly over and see his family again. He can't bear to ask for them to fly over himself. Besides, he wants it to be a surprise. Finding "The One": A bit cheesey in all honesty, but doesn't everyone dream for this at some point or another? He isn't desperately pleading for some higher being to send someone in a package to his doorstep, but every now and then he does wish he had someone he could call his. Someone to just relax with and have fun, to laugh at his bad jokes, and to not simply "tolerate" his quirks but to accept them. He knows it will probably take a while, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Good things come to those who wait, and he will gladly sit back and let time pass by until it happens. | Being Alone: If you were to leave him alone in a room, without any other form of life or any comfort items, he will freak out. He gets paranoid, feels as if someone is watching him, and it just drives him insane! That's why he has more than enough comfort items in his room. Emotional Pain: He doesn't want someone to hurt him. Physical wounds he can handle, he can see them heal, he knows that it's the cause of pain and he can fix it easily. Emotional wounds, those are much more difficult. You can't see them, you have to attempt to explain them while expecting the other understands, you never know when it's healed, and if all else time just makes it worse. Heights: Even the thought of being up high makes him light-headed and sick to his stomach. It was a miracle he even made it to London in the first place. Feel bad for the poor sap who had to sit next to them the whole way. |
| Background |
He was born in Peru and spent the early years of his life there. His mother was Peruvian and had moved in with his father a few weeks after they found out she was pregnant. They met when his mother was in Chile for business and bumped into him on the street, their meeting seemed to come right out of a romance novel. Not any of the shitty ones, one of the good ones you would bother reading. Moving on, Miguel was born and soon after his parents got married...well, his mother did. Ah, yes, he was a bastard child, who would have thought? He was the result of an affair his mother had with his father, though exact details of it he wouldn't hear until much later in his life. He lived with his mother in Peru, everything was nice. His "father" treated him well, maybe because he though that Miguel was his own. He had his mothers' last name, since when she and her husband got married they took up her surname and not his. Growing up was nice, he played outside like most kids did, occasionally his mother would take him to see the llamas out in the fields nearby. Yes, life was nice...until he reached the age of 7. What was usually seen as a lucky number by most was the one that brought him the most bad luck. His mother constantly got into fights with her husband, most of the arguments concerning him. Mr. Flores had begun to suspect something was up, though his mother didn't fess up to anything. Long story short, they got divorced and his mother took him and moved to Chile. Oh, how he would miss the llamas... She moved in with his real father, whom welcomed her with open arms. At the time he was confused to see his mother so affectionate towards another man, but he just brushed it off. He was always told by his mother that Mr. Flores wasn't his real daddy, but he never understood the meaning of that. Well, until he met his father. Then it sort of cleared up a bit, even more so as he grew up with the guy. Mr. Gonzales was a kind man, always putting others before himself. He was easy-going, always happy. Miguel preferred him over his mother's now ex-husband. He slowly got along with his cousins, but there was one he looked up to the most. They did everything together, always enjoyed each other's company. Well, when the other was in Chile and not overseas. Then...they sort of had a falling out. He doesn't even know why, but it happened and Miguel regretted it when that cousin moved to London permanently. So what did he decide to do? Well, follow his cousin and try to fix their relationship. He did his best to do well in high school, passed as the top of his class. He took English classes until he graduated, since he couldn't exactly go to another country whose national language isn't the one he knew. Then, he moved to the great English city himself. He managed to get into a good college, though he didn't know exactly he would run into his cousin. The city was huge, it would be next to impossible to find him. Miguel was practically looking for a needle in a haystack! Well, the only thing he could really do was keep moving forward and hope for the best. |
| Role-Play Sample |
Miguel made his way down the halls of the museum, stopping every so often when something caught his interest. He was finding it a bit difficult to keep quiet, even if he was alone and didn't have anyone to talk to. He could only internally rant, but that can only suffice for so long. 'I guess people are supposed to be quiet in museums, are they not? Gah, well, I can't exactly go up to a random person and start talking to them, mostly because they would be wondering why a stranger is trying to have a conversation. Besides, they could be one of those people who are really into this stuff and would flip their shit if someone tried to disrupt the "peaceful" setting of this place...' he thought with a small sigh. Well, hopefully he can find someone that wouldn't mind the sudden action. He let his eyes wander around, looking at the people around. There weren't exactly many to choose from, so he would probably wait until there was more people. Then there would be a higher chance of someone who actually wanted to speak to anyone. "Ahahaha... Why am I even here?..." he said under his breath. He was bored, but there were other places besides the museum, any one of those he could have gone to. Well, he was there now, so that's all that really mattered at the moment. He stayed in his spot, staring at some painting. It was very beautiful, that he had to admit. He could hear people walk by, though he payed no attention to them. They probably looked right over him... The thought of that made him a bit mad, but no one commented on his height at all so there was no reason to get overly upset about it...yet. |
| OOC Information |
| Blossom, but you can call me Bloss |
| Ah, hit me up on skype or send a pm to one of my chatango accounts. Preferably, the one I am on at the time you need me. |
| What do you call a man with no arms and no legs in a pool? "Bob". |
| Do you have a map? Because I'm lost in your eyes. |
| made by CAPTAIN of BACK TO NEVERLAND |
