Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2013 3:09:34 GMT -8
| Toris Laurinaitis A nervous, soft spoken man. If you were to describe him in one word it would be 'nice'. He'll run errands, hold doors open for you, listen to your woes, and not expect a thing in return. Sure, he fidgets, flinches at odd times, and comes with some, uhhh, /quirks/, but he is genuinely sweet through and through. Make sure to pay him a compliment every once in a while – the poor guy is in desperate need of a pick-me-up. |
| CODE NAME: Rasputin |
| Male | 28 | Heterosexual? |
| Lithuanian | Astrophysicist/Engineer | Researcher |
| Physical |
| 163.5 cm | 56 kg | Mousy Brown; Ponytail |
| Moss Green | Pallid | Scrawny; Muscular |
| Personal |
Good-natured – He'll bend over backwards to ensure that a person has what they need. He likes to take care of people and dotes on others like a protective older brother. If you've got a problem, then he will be more than happy to offer a kind ear over a cup of tea …or a stiff drink if that's what you prefer. Pushover - He has a will like butter: He starts out firm, but melts and caves in under pressure. He forgives people too easily, even when he shouldn't, and apologizes for the smallest slight. He tries to please everyone, but often finds himself exhausted because he spreads himself too thin. Introvert – The best evenings are spent alone, curled up with a good book and a cup of tea. He doesn't mind company, but talking to people can be draining and he needs some time to himself to recharge. He'll warm up to a person - although, a touch of alcohol may help. He tends to spend more time with people he likes and has a bad habit of picking favorites – but good luck getting him to admit it. Serious - He comes off as humorless and a bit awkward to others since he takes things literally. He has sense of humor, of course. It's just dry and a little bit odd, if not a /tad/ dark. He has a weakness for jokes – as in he doesn't get them at all. After much deliberation he'll arrive to the punchline. Eventually. Expressive - He tries to hide it, but his heart is clearly pinned to his sleeve. He fidgets, paces, and tinkers with his hands. Even if he doesn't say a thing, his expression gives him away easily. He is a terrible liar and couldn't win a game of poker to save his life. Romantic - Love is patient, love is kind... He loves and loves unconditionally – perhaps too much. A romantic at heart, he can't help but fall in love at first sight – over and over again. He dreams of being someone's knight in shining armor, but he has a hard time living up to the standards of chivalry. He realizes that it's sentimental, but he holds onto letters and trinkets from past relationships and yearns for those times when everything was happier. Snappish – He would sooner bite off his own tongue than let his temper slip, but it's understandable that he might /snap/ at someone every once in a while. It gets frustrating to give so much but get little back. It would be selfish of him to expect anything in return, but would a little bit of gratitude asking for too much? Hmph. If a person can't take a hint then they'll find themselves out of luck and on the receiving end of a very cold shoulder. Paranoid? - As life has taught him, anything and everything that can go wrong will go wrong. He dreads conflict and avoids trouble like the plague, but he knows he can't outrun it forever. Call it paranoia but it's better to be prepared than dead wrong and out of luck. As long as he keeps on his toes, look over his shoulder, and plans ahead he might just make it through another day. Frugal – He never had much growing up and learned to make do with what little he had. Even if it might clutter up his space he is hesitant to throw stuff away and finds other uses for something someone else would otherwise toss out. He makes quite a bit of money because of his job, but he isn't sure how to handle it. He puts most of it toward his debt and the rest into his savings... but he feels guilty if he splurges a bit. Depression - Sometimes life becomes too much for him and it's like sifting through a thick fog with no end in sight. Insomnia keeps him up with his thoughts. His body aches with malaise and he can't seem to muster up any energy - or reason to care. He can't bear the thought of burdening anyone with his troubles and would rather weather the storm on his own. Momma's Boy – There is one person who has been with him through thick and thin: his mother. He adores his mother, bless her soul, even if she tends to smother him. He may not see eye to eye with his step-father, but makes an effort to get along for her sake. He sends money back home to help with the finances and makes sure to call her at least once a week. Aš tave myliu, mama ♥ Agnostic - He grew up in a Catholic household – or at least one of them was. “You just need to pray and have more faith.” seems to be the solution out of everyone's mouth... but he's tried that. He has prayed time and time again but his prayers have gone unanswered. Not to mention that he has been having mixed feelings that have left him roiling with guilt... |
| Likes | Dislikes |
Tea - There is nothing like a good cup of tea to soothe frayed nerves and settle an upset stomach. He prefers to drink it with more milk than tea and no sugar at all. He swears by herbal remedies and judiciously keeps a stock of teas to chase away whatever ails him. Martial Arts - You could have sworn a moment ago that he was a completely different person when he tossed someone across the mat. Exercise centers him and he enjoys the sense of calm and control sparring gives him. It burns off a lot of his excess frustration and helps keep his temper in check. He fell out of practice due to 'circumstances' and was only able to return recently. Basketball – Basketball is akin to a second religion in Lithuania. Anyone can dribble a ball, but a Lithuanian is /born/ shooting baskets. He hasn't had time to follow any games, but you'll find him sporting a mysterious shirt around basketball season. ...Is that a skeleton making a slam dunk? Singing – Being so taciturn, one wouldn't expect him to sing at all. He keeps it to a minimum so he doesn't bother anyone, but you can find him humming quietly or singing under his breath. Sometimes he forgets that he is doing it and he'll burst out into song – much to his embarrassment. “...~Oh, love is bliiind~...” History – There is something about the past that holds a special place in his heart. His clothes are dated and a bit worn, but that adds more charm to them. He loves antiques, old cars, or anything that has a sense of nostalgia attached to it. He enjoys browsing museum exhibits and walks through historical districts. Cemeteries – Cemeteries bring to mind an eerie, lifeless place, but he finds the still atmosphere comforting and perfect for reflection. He keeps a special journal for etching and cleans up old graves, leaving behind paper flowers. After all, it's not the dead you have to fear, but the living. Writing – He finds writing to be cathartic and keeps a journal on hand for those lulls of time he has to himself. The books he owns are filled with scribbles and annotating has become such a habit that he has to catch himself from writing in books he borrows. He loves literature, but saucy romance novels happen to be a guilty pleasure of his. Alcohol - Life can be stressful and sometimes he needs a freaking drink... or two or three. Just enough to take off the edge and drown out his busy thoughts. It's not like he has a /problem/ but with friends like his... it's become increasingly hard to stay sober. He prefers beer, but he isn't picky about his choice of drink as long as it gets the job done. Masochism – He has developed, well, a taste for pain. It's... hard to explain. Paper cuts aren't pleasant and neither is a broken nose but in the right context and under the right circumstances pain can be... pleasurable or even romantic. He admires strong, feminine women and has a thing for, errr, nevermindit'stooembarrassing. | Himself – He is his own worst enemy. He hates himself deeper than words can describe and punishes himself up over minor slights. That thing he did a few weeks ago that no one really noticed? He is still kicking his head over it. Sometimes its easier to stay angry at himself than admit that he has been hurt. Bullies – Unsavory types gravitate toward him and bullies are the worst of the bunch. He has suffered at the hands of people with less than kind intentions for years and, well, got fed up with obnoxious, selfish behaviour. Seeing someone else in danger makes his skin crawl and he will rush to their aid in a heartbeat. Sadly, he isn't so keen on defending himself... 'Picky' Eater - He's stuck to a steady diet of bread, meat, and potatoes and it suits his tastes just fine. Trying new food is a hassle and just the smell of an unappetizing entree makes his stomach flip. However, he can't quite shake off those long nights of being forced to sit at the table until he cleared his plate or went to bed with nothing at all. He'll politely choke down whatever is placed in front of him even if it makes him gag – or worse. Snooping - Do not touch his stuff without his permission. Especially his journals. He places a lot of sentimental value into his belongings. Who knows what could be misplaced or broken beyond repair? Just, please, place it back where ever it was before. Gently. Video Games – Actually, video games can be a fun way to pass the time – if you have the time to waste. It has been ages, but he isn't sure why he doesn't play them more often-- Oh wait. The last time he played one he, uh, lost his temper. Don'taskitwasn'tpretty. Uhm, anyone up for a nice game of chess? |
| Dreams | Fears |
Writer – He has considered pursuing a career in journalism or even as an author. He writes criminal mysteries and historical fiction, but all of his stories have an element of horror to them. He has published research papers, but hasn't submitted much else because he worries that he is going to be rejected. Knight - When he was a child, he dreamed that he would grow up to become a knight, but it's just not feasible in this day and age. Besides he couldn't ever be important enough to be knighted. However, he might happen to have a sword and shield lying around... a-and maybe a suit of armor. Youknowjustbecause. Relationship – He'd like to find someone he could settle down with. Preferably a sweet, old-fashioned catholic girl he could bring home to Mama. Well, uhm, if he were to be honest with himself he would like someone, perhaps, more unconventional. Someone strong, but kind and romantic... andmaybeabitkinky. It's a shame because his heart is in the right place but he goes looking for love in all of the wrong places. Honestly, it's going to take a lot of luck and some professional help. Home – London is nice, but he never planned on staying here forever. He feels homesick and misses his friends and family dearly. As soon as he gets his finances in order, he'll move back home and maybe find a cheap house in the countryside... if his mother doesn't insist on him staying. Antique Car – Owning an antique car would be a dream in itself. If it weren't for the price tag and the cost of upkeep he'd trade out his motorcycle in a heartbeat. He looks forward to the day he can get behind the wheel of something that isn't from the junkyard heap – although a second hand car doesn't seem too bad. | Authority figures - If you aren't careful then you could upset the wrong person and end up missing. Politicians may put on a pretty face in public but what they do behind the scenes is an entirely different story. The police can't be trusted and his encounters with them have been less than pleasant. Still, he is careful to stay on their good side. It's better to be safe than sorry. Aliens – Okay, for a minute of your time please hear him out. The universe is exponentially vast and the Earth is a small speck in the midst of it. The likelihood of other lifeforms existing in the universe is unlikely... but it is still a possibility. Sightings of strange beings have been cited world wide-- Hey, w-wait. Where are you going? He isn't afraid of aliens... just paranoid that they might exist. Needless to say, he keep his theories to himself. What is he? A loony? Hospitals – There is nothing he dreads more than getting sick. He avoids doctors and checkups like the plague and relies upon herbal remedies religiously. Blood makes him uneasy and the smell of medicine makes his heart race nauseatingly fast. He taught himself first aid out of necessity and he keeps a cache of heavily annotated medical textbooks. Exes – The scars that run across his back and mark his body simply cannot be explained away by happenstance clumsiness. His exes were wolves in sheep's clothing who, time and time again, pulled the wool over his eyes. They were manipulative, controlling, or even downright abusive, and yet he kept going back for more. That isn't to say that all of them took advantage of him. Just... most of them. Touch – Ah-- Sorry. He didn't mean to flinch. I-It just happens sometimes. Normally he wouldn't mind being touched – if it didn't remind him of less than pleasant times. He just needs his space for a while and then everything will be back to normal. It's nothing to w-worry about. |
| Background |
Toris was born in the historic city of Vilnius. He lived in a small apartment in Old Town with his step-father and two brothers. His mother was a sweetheart, even if she did constantly worry and brood over him. She made sure he cleared his vegetables off his plate, scrubbed behind his ears until they were a healthy pink, and she wouldn't let him step outside until he was properly bundled up. He was to act like a proper gentleman, tell her where he was going, and be back before curfew. When he started dating his mother insisted on a chaperon just to be safe and accompanied him on his first date much to his embarrassment. He learned from an early age that it was best to keep himself busy when his parents were arguing otherwise he'd be dragged into the midst of it. His parents loved each other, of course, but sometimes they just... disagreed. On almost everything, actually. He could handle a few angry words, but what concerned him was when they stopped speaking to each other altogether. Everything seemed to be locked in a stalemate and their house took on a noticeable chill. Anything that had to be said to the other was communicated through the brush of a cold shoulder or a passive aggressive remark. They filed for divorce and after a long and arduous battle his mother won custody over him and they went their separate ways. He passed between households and occasionally got a visit from his father, but the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. His mother eventually remarried to a man with two sons from previous marriages. Friction rubbed between Toris and his step-father who was a rather militant catholic. His other family had never been particularly religious in the first place - although that might have been because of the constant bickering. What right did this stranger have to barge into his life and tell him what to think and what to do? Eventually, they put their differences aside and begrudgingly got along for the sake of everyone else. On the other hand, he warmed up to his role as the eldest brother quite well. He doted after his brothers and tried his best to make sure that they felt comfortable as they settled in. Even if they weren't related to him by blood, they were his family now and that was all that mattered. He was a diligent student and performed well in school, but his efforts were often overshadowed by his more talented brother. Which, to be honest, he was perfectly fine with. Attention was nice, but too much proved overwhelming. He mostly kept to himself and didn't have many close friends, but it never bothered him much. He preferred the company of books to people anyway. History was one of his favorite subjects. The medieval ages captivated him and he loved reading about military conquests and chivalrous knights charging into battle. 'Smutty' romance novels and other illicit 'devil' books were banned from his household – but that never stopped him from stashing a few under his bed to read in private. When he wasn't reading, he wrote in his spare time and acted out the scenes that played in his head – with a pen as his sword and his journal as his shield. However, his passive demeanor made him an easy target for bullying. He'd make excuses for why his stuff seemed to disappear or where a mysterious bruise came from. He... He could stand his own if things got too bad and i-it was never anything he couldn't handle. Even though he got pushed around a lot and pressured into doing embarrassing things, he figured that was how people were to supposed to act. It was normal for friends to tease you and rough you up every now and then. ...r-right? He had never been much of a fighter. If someone raised their fist, then he simply offered them the other cheek. When he caught his so-called 'friends' picking on his brothers, he... he just snapped. Bitter words turned into angry blows and his fist connected squarely with the other person's jaw. He was suspended from school and sent home with a black eye and his head hanging low. It stung to hear the sheer and utter disappointment in his mother's voice. She had raised him better than this. He returned to school with a bruised conscience. Students exchanged wary glances and whispered in hushed tones - if they even dared to acknowledge his presence. No one bothered him much after that. He kissed his mother goodbye and left home at nineteen to study abroad in the UK. To him, university life was like heaven on earth. For once he didn't have to share a bed, the tap ran hot water, and best of all there was central heating. However, the novelty of his surroundings soon wore off and he struggled with adjusting to a life away from home. He spent weeks cooped up in his dorm homesick, only being coaxed out by a concerned roommate to go to class or attend club meetings. He graduated with a major in Engineering and a minor in Physics - and a hefty sum in student loans. He took on a job under a professor and worked as an intern in the laboratories. It was nerve wracking, but through hard work and a bit of luck he managed to land a spot with the Space Agency as an engineer. He never planned on staying in London forever though. As soon as he cleared off his debts, he was going to move back home and then, maybe, pursue a career in writing on the side. All of that was put on hold when he met her. He couldn't believe how blessed he was. The way her eyes lit up could shame the sun and when she smiled his heart melted. Her kisses were soft and passionate, and as intoxicating as they were sweet. She had a way of plucking praise from his lips like roses and opening up his heart – and his wallet. She had caught the heart on his sleeve and he fell for her hard. Things moved at a dizzying pace between them. One thing led to another and well... before he knew it she had him wrapped around her finger. Except, things would get... tense every now and then. Sure, they fought, but didn't every couple hit a rough spot? He quelled her anger with kisses and held her close as she apologized with tears in her eyes. He was supposed to be the stronger person here. She needed someone to be there for her and he wasn't... he wasn't trying hard enough. He tried desperately to treat her right, to treat her the way she deserved, a-and he just kept fucking up. It wasn't her fault. Her past hadn't been kind to her and she had been having a rough day. She promised that it wouldn't happen again, and, like the fool he was, he believed her. They would work it out and everything would be alright again. Oh, how wrong he was. He... he needed to get away from her. He gathered what little courage remained and left without a word. He covered his tracks, packed whatever he could carry, and rented out a cheap apartment in Aylesbury. The landlord was seedy and the place was falling apart, but it was better than nothing. Once he got his finances in order, he was going to move somewhere better and leave her behind for good. But his troubles were far from over. Heartache followed him as he stumbled through one failed relationship after another. The women he got involved with turned out to be manipulative and controlling ...and yet he kept going back for more. Phone calls and dodgy messages plagued him and his belongings – the ones he had left behind - showed up in places where he least expected them. He cleared any trace of himself online, changed out his locks, and looked over his shoulder wherever he went. His worst days were behind him. He managed to weather the storm and the resulting silence was almost deafening. For the first time in years he felt like he could breathe. Everything seemed so surreal... so normal. He had almost forgotten that it was possible to have a life of his own. Now all that was left was to pick up the pieces and heal from the scars his had left behind. He just hopes that the past doesn't find him. |
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