Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2015 1:51:27 GMT -8
Toris "Kęstautas" Laurinaitis "Kęstautas" means cope, and that's what Toris has been doing for the last twenty-nine years he's been living. Though serving in a foreign country, he makes good use of his skills to build a name and reputation of his own, which bore fruitful when he managed to land a position in the government. And now, he is out to climb up the ladder of bureaucracy. |
CODE NAME: Begonia |
Male | 29 | Heterosexual |
Lithuanian/Russian | Public Relations Officer | Government |
Physical |
175 cm | 61kg | Brown, a little over his ears |
Green | Fair | Slender, hard |
Personal |
Positivity is the one that's been keeping him around for all these years. He could remember little of his past when he was young, but he remembers his mother's smile clearly. Just remembering his mother's smile kept him going, and he is always looking forward to the the day he could see his parents again. You could always see him with a smile on his face as he goes through his day. One might even say he's a maniac as he keeps smiling even though he has a lot on his plate. Though his times of melancholy shows when he replies to the other party with short sentences. This is kept to minimum to ensure profesionalism. This unpredicatability sometimes drives people away from him since people doesn't really know how to handle him at his worst. He's not the type to share his secrets, after all. Toris is made for this line of work, and such, he naturally develops the organisational skills required for the job. From paperworks to actual events, he makes sure everything runs smoothly as crystal clear river. This in turn made people, especially his colleagues, rely on him more. He could rarely say "no" to anything that is asked from him, and such, sometimes he overworked himself from the usual 5 to late at 10. Even though this tires him to the point of almost developing severe migraine and stomachache due to exhaustion, the praises he get from them keep him going. In the eyes of a stranger, Toris can be regarded as a pushover, a people pleaser. He is blind to this, however. He just think he's doing the right thing by helping people doing their work. As compliant as he is, he doesn't need a cue to escape from anything he doesn't want to do. He simply give them an excuse and turned his heels away, though this is a very rare occurence. Quick on his feet, both figuratively and literally, he is quick to think and to act on it. This is his greatest asset since this is the skill he has to survive the harsh conditions of his childhood. He makes use of anything and everything reacheable by hand to ensure everything he planned will be running smoothly. Because he acts almost purely by plans and schedules, his moves are somewhat predictable, making it easy for people to guess his next course of action. This makes it easier for people to catch him and asking favours from him, in which inevitably caused him to have more work than he usually has. But he's more flexible in his plans as he would sacrifice his break and is willing to go back home late. He believes that even though his weekdays are the most hectic times of the week, his weekends are undisturbed, so he is always looking forward to rest on the weekends. Toris is a no-nonsense man. Because he has work piling up for him, he rarely has time for meaningless chit chat and tea with his colleagues when he's working. But catch him during lunch, he'll have some time to spare. He understands that it is a time of relaxation, and if you come and make plans with him then, he'll be ready to wait for you at the door. He likes people, and always looking out to look after them, he can rarely let you down. If you're looking to tell him a joke, he won't get the punchline unless you explain it to him. He's very bad at understanding jokes since the people that raised him are literal with their "jokes" too. Though their "jokes" are only to humilate Toris rather than playing around with him. Since little, Toris has always been a compassionate boy.His mother's smile has always been a driving force for him to always care for others. He faintly remembers when he was a boy, his mother would always smile for him if he does a good deed to anyone. And he keeps doing it even as he was seperated from his family. He supported the other children when they were in a distress, he acted as a bother figure when they were sad, and even took responsibility when one of them messed up. Toris matured quickly as an adult, and such, he skipped his childhood part. He felt a big loss in some parts of himself, and he compensated that in doing his work the best he could. As compliant as he is, he is actually a daring person. Toris is a man of justice. He could never tolerated injustice, and always came to toher children's defense. Though this earned his few vicious beating from their oppressor. This continued for few years, and he eventually learnt to choose his fights carefully. He knew he couldn't do anything if he were to confront him directly, so he gathered he other children, and secretly snucked them out from the manor. They were chased for sure, but Toris managed to distract him away from the other children, and so, he was seperated from them. He never knew the fate befallen on the other children afterwards. |
Likes | Dislikes |
+Literature During the weekends when no one's bothering him, he unwinds by reading books. YA, children, mature, he reads them all. But he likes literature the best. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Robert Louis Stevenson, and Edgar Allan Poe are his favourite authors. As he loves reading, you can expect the wall to be completely covered with books. Reading is a form of escapism for Toris. +Writing Because he loves reading, he loves to write too. As he's in this profession, which involves a lot of writing letters and reports, penning a string or two words whenever he felt at a dead end calms him somewhat. Most of the words he wants to say, he can't say them. Thus, keeping a journal is a must, and he always bring them everywhere. Even to the toilet. +Martial arts Though his muscles aren't really showing, Toris is a bit of a fitness freak. He isn't the kind to hit the gym, he's more into martial arts. Now that he's more stable financially, he takes tae kwon do classes on a Saturday night. He's planning to reach a black belt before pursuing other forms of martial arts. +Food Now, who doesn't like food? Food brings people together, no matter whether you're English or Lithuanian. His favourite kind are the sweet ones with a tinge of sour. +His pet cat Toris owns a cat in which he picked up from a sewer. He tried to ignore its sad meows, but Toris has a gentle heart. He went down there and bring it home. He calls it Snuffles. | -Trouble One thing that would always get in the way of his perfect planning is trouble. Often it is unprecedented ones, which is thankfully resolved quickly before the deadline of the events he's planning. -Bullies He spent half of his life living in deplorable conditions. Even though he bore no hatred towards his oppressor -he suffers from Stockholm syndrome-, he hates bullies in general, and would always go his way out to help those who are in trouble. -Indecency The thought of removing his clothes in the public scares him and he certainly didn't like it the other way around too. He has a scar that runs deep in his back to hide, and the thought of having people asking him what he tries to forget desperately is appalling. He usually avoid beaches and swimming pools where a lot of skin showing is involved. -His stomachache Often his stomachache is the cause for him to take a trip to the hospital. This disarrays the schedule he plans for the day, and he certainly doesn't like it. Stress often triggers the sickness, but he always bring his meds to counter the pain immediately. - |
Dreams | Fears |
+Erase his past It's dark and it's horrible. Who sane people want to remember such a past? If being dead and be resurrected is what it takes to erase them, then so be it. +Find a friend Most of those he would call "friend" are either dead or sold off somewhere. Feeling his past a luggage too heavy for him to carry, he hoped to find someone he could call a friend, and share his story with the person. Sure he has friends in his workplace, but they wouldn't exactly who he can call his friends yet. They're more of acquaintances perhaps. Either way, he's still new to the job, so maybe in due time, he can make friends with these people. +Return to his parents It's been years since he's been seperated from his family. He wishes to be reunited with them again. But the memory of his childhood is far too hazy for him to have any lead; the only thing he could remember is stone horses and deers. | -His body It's riddled with scars, and he doesn't want people to look at it. It isn't like he thinks his body is ugly with them, no. Far from it. He doesn't want people prying and asking him things that he tries to forget. -Personal relationships He could handle them professionally, yes. But years of isolating himself from people his age render his ability to form meaningful relationships. The need to appear strong in front of other people forces him to be anything but a friend. To him, a friend is people who you can be silly with, lower your guard, because you know they will never hurt you. But so far, he found no one that could fit that description. -His past coming at him He frequently has nightmares of his days in the manor. This forces him to have insomniac nights. Though with some medications and a little relaxation, the frequency of these nightmares dropped significantly. |
Background |
"Be back by five~" That was the last time Toris ever talked to his mother when he was asking for her permission to play outside. Not anyone would expect him to not return home that day. Toris "Kęstutis" Laurinaitis is born in a little town called Kudirkos Naumiestis, a place nearing the border of Lithuania-Russia. Life wasn't easy during the occupation; food was scarce and unrests were everywhere. But as a six year old child, Toris did not know any of that. He simply enjoy playing in the snow during a mild winter in February. A stranger with a heavy Russian accent approached him, and immediately took him across the border. He tried to call for help, but no one ever came. He then waited for his fate along with the other five children that were brought with him. It was a peculiar sight, all these men and women gathering, shouting something unintelligible in Russian as they were presented on stage. The other children began to cry, but Toris kept his head, ensuring the others they will be fine. One by one they were sold off to different people, and Toris was bought by a man with a sadistic grin.What follows after was six years of pain and suffering, and Toris was almost at his limit. His mother's memory is the only thing that keep him going. One day during winter, he defended a new child that made a mistake during his chore, and as a result, a deep gash was etched behind his back. Toris continued to work even as he was recuperating, and as a result, the wound left a large scar on his back. After months of planning and sneaking around the manor he's been living in, he secretly escaped with the other children, seperated from the bunch to distract their chasing oppressor, and eventually living on the cold streets of Kaliningrad. Toris took on many odd jobs to support himself. After two years of living in the streets, a lady in the mid-fifties took him under her wings. She realised the hints of intelligence in his eyes, and decided to tutor him herself. He was slow to understand numbers and letters, but after he was coerced to learn it all, he made an excellent student. He managed to land a scholarship in Business and Management degree in England. It was hard for him to adjust to the English society; his heavy accented Russian stick out like a sore thumb. But he managed to sail through the course, and even fix his accent. After negotiations with his benefactor, he was allowed to stay in London, and promised her to come and visit every two months. Job was hard to look for, and he wandered the streets of London, working as a waiter in a pub in London. He kept going at it for few months until his big break come along; an ad for a position in public relations was placed in the local newspaper, and he jumped at the chance. He and few others were listed as the final canditates for the final interview, and he managed to land the job. He started from the bootom at his age, but that;s alright. There are plenty of chances will come his way later on. He just have to grab them before they slipped through his fingers. |
Role-Play Sample |
"Hey, you're going back home?" Toris, who took a nap on his desk, quickly snapped his head up open hearing the guard who was patrolling the area. He glanced at his watch, it's already 10.30 p.m. The Tube is going to close soon. He needs to hurry up or he'll have to take the taxi, which is much more expensive. Gathering his papers into a neat pile, Toris sheepishly laughed and nodded his head. "Ah, yes. Just give me ten minutes to clean up." The guard shrugged and trotted along, leaving Toris in shambles. He was in the middle of typing a report of the event happened this afternoon; he must have slept some time during dinner. It was an another busy day for him, he rarely went back home early since he landed this job. But it's alright; seeing many people is satisfied with his job makes him proud and only motivates him to do more. He saved the necessary documents into his pen-drive, shut down the computer, and locked the office. This has becoming a routine to him now, and he couldn't be any more gladder. Even though the work is tedious and there isn't enough time for him to take a breather, this life is way is more felicitous than the work as a bartender in some shady gay bar. Stretching his body and taking in a whiff of London's rain-riddled air, Toris immediately opened his umbrella and made his way to the nearby station. Perhaps it was his fault for being so slow in walking when suddenly he was knocked from behind by some passerby. He fell to his knees, and immediately looked up to apologise for being in their way. "I-I'm sorr--" There was no one in sight. Not even one looked his way. Maybe the person didn't realised it anyway, he reasoned. He shrugged and picked up his briefcase on the ground, and took the train to Westminster. Toris silently glanced the faces of the passengers with him; some looked stressed, some worried, some even looked happy. All these people have different stories to tell, and he wished that he dared to approach them and strike a conversation. Though it's a pity he isn't the kind to do so. As soon as he returned home at Milford Flats, Snuffles greeted him warmly by nuzzling on his leg. Now exhausted, Toris just patted him on the head and immediately slumped onto the bed, drifting to sleep. |
OOC Information |
Ana |
Twitter: @anadulsae |
Once upon a time, they all died. The End. |
LJ |
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