Post by Lady Lauralee on Jul 23, 2010 22:20:16 GMT -5
General Information:
So, what’s your name?
Lorenzo Nuñez
How long have you been around?
22/27
What exactly are you?
White Artic Wolf shifter
So are you a man or a woman?
You can't tell? What do I need to strip for you? Not gonna happen
How do you swing?
You must have a death Wish asking that question. Women only.
When should we put the candles on the cake?
October 31st
Appearance:
Are you tall enough for this ride?
6'5"
How much do you weigh?
245
Who do you look like?
Adam Rodriguez
So, what are you wearing?
I wear typical clothes. Nothing too out there. I tend to wear long sleeves and jackets alot with jeans and boots.
What about the bling?
I wear a leather strapped watch, that's it
Background:
So tell me about yourself.
Yeah, I have a past. Don’t we all? If you must know, then here is mine. I was born to a mother who didn’t want me. She was a drug addict and conceived me while performing sexual favors for drug when she ran out of money. She gave birth to me in the gutter of some two bit town in New Mexico. I was left there to die, but that didn’t happen. Some police officers found me and took me to the hospital where I stayed in the NICU for 2 months. From what the doctors could tell I was three months early and they weren’t even sure that I would make it. I did make it and I was put into the system for adoption. No one wanted the offspring of an addicted prostitute though. I was passed up time and time again for Adoption.
As a little boy I used to dream that one day this beautiful and wonderful couple would adopt me and I would live happily ever after. That never happened. What did happen is when I was eight some bottom of the bucket couple adopted me because they needed more hands on their horse ranch, and since I was young they would get a few extra years of use from me. It also didn’t hurt that the stat gave them money on a monthly basis to adopt me.
Year after year I lived there, working their horses, cleaning them, feeding them, basically doing all the work for them while my “parents” did nothing but watch me from the comfort of their porch. I received the minimum amount of clothes, minimum amount of food to sustain me. I had to go to school; the government watched them in that manner. So they had to make sure I at least received an education when I was lashing out at other student for my problems at home. I was suspended on numerous occasions, to which I was beaten for when I returned home. My parent s weren’t mad though, it gave them more use of me at home. They just had to make out like they were mad when they weren’t.
When I was eighteen and graduated high school I gave my “parents” one huge ‘fuck you’ and left. I released every single horse they had remaining so they could run free. I took one and fled that place, never looking back. Once I made it several towns over I sold the horse for my bus fare out of there. I found a map and blindly picked out my destination, which turned out to be Forks Washington. I got a job at the high school by sheer luck and I make my living there. I have a miniscule apartment flat where I spend most of my time there, carving wooden statues to sell in town.
During the summer before I turned 23 I was hiking in the woods behind the high school when I came across a vampire. I had never seen one before; she was beautiful, absolutely gorgeous. She stopped me dead in my tracks. I must have appealed to her also for the next thing I knew she had me in her arms and was going to drink me dry. I would have let her too had it not been for ‘it’. ‘It’ is what I call my inner beast, my arctic wolf that finally came out from hiding. The next thing I knew she was ripped to shreds and I was human again and was instinctively burning her remains. After that I found that my beast only comes out when I am in danger of dying at the hands of a vampire. The beast prefers to remain hidden inside. It’s content there form what I can tell. At time I can tell it yearns for its mate, apparently the one that’s meant for me. But it will just have to yearn because I have no plans to get close to anyone. I have found that to become close to someone it to find hurt and heartache. I refuse to do that to myself.
So here I am, working at the high school in Forks, selling wooden carvings, and forever keeping to myself. But my beast is restless, it knows its mate is here and he wants her. So I don’t know where that will lead me from here.
Who do you belong to?
I belong to myself, no one else
Where to you live?
Forks Washington now, but I am from New Mexico
Are you in school?
been there and done that. No longer applicable to me
Personality:
So, what do you like to eat?
I'll eat anything. I have no preference
What foods make you hurl?
Food is food. if its edible I'll eat it.
What do you like to do?
I like to do things that involve being alone. Reading, going on Nature walks, and wood carving.
That’s some attitude, want to tell me about it?
I am a loner. I dont do well on a personal basis with others. I was relentlessly pick on all throughoout school and was never treated as anything other than a work hand from my "parents" so i think that's what made be to be this way.
So, what’s so good about you?
Even though he is a loner he is good natured at heart. He would no more harm another person as he would cause intentional harm to himself. he just likes to come off as a hard ass when in reality he is a sweetheart
Do you have any flaws?
Being a loner has its downsides. he is close to no one and tends to shy away from social situations.
Other:
What else can you tell me?
I am Mexican American if you must know and yes I speak fluent spanish. I'm not telling you anything else.
Can you do anything cool?
other than shift into an artic wolf? no
Show us your stuff
I dont have to!!!!
