Post by Serend!pity on Sept 10, 2009 21:25:05 GMT -5
Luka Makari
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...The Face Behind the Mask
[/size][/center][/b]Name:
Call me Ser, or Silver :3
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Roleplaying Experience:
Almost 2 years~
How you came to our lovely site?:
I was advertizing, and couldn't help myself x3.
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Call me Ser, or Silver :3
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Roleplaying Experience:
Almost 2 years~
How you came to our lovely site?:
I was advertizing, and couldn't help myself x3.
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...New Face..Ever Changing Place
[/size][/center][/b]Name:
Luka Kizai Makari
Gender:
Male
Age:
18
Hair Color:
Red, shoulderlength
Eye Color:
Auburn
Height:
5'8
Weight:
125lbs
Sexual Preferance:
Pansexual
Parents:
Liliana, 37; Fredrick, 39
Siblings:
None
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...Deep Down..What Makes you Itch..Makes You Tick
[/size][/center][/b]Likes:
Socializing
Parties
Sweet things (people included)
Graphic Art(photomanipulation)
Flirting/being flirted with
Dogs
Alcohol
Tea
Dislikes:
Hangovers
Cats
Tests
Coffee
Being taken advantage of
Gossip
People that "Bitch" about life...
Nervous Habits:
Biting his bottom lip
Tapping on things
Stuttering
Fears:
Heights
Dark places(like, pitch black)
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...What Do You See In The Mirror And Believe..
[/size][/center][/b]Appearance:
Luka is average height with a soemwhat small build. He's not the most muscular boy you'll meet; in fact, he has the physical prowess of a kitten. Even so, he doesn't mind watching sports or cheering in the stands; he just wasn't built with shining athleticism. The first thing to notice about Luka is his almost Maroon colored hair. It tends to stand out, and it is natrual; though sometimes he'll dye it a brighter red for an added 'pop' to his overall look. The boy's eyes and skin are both pale, his eyes a brownish, almost red color and his skin a slightly tanned off-white.
Overall, Luka's clothing is pretty casual, but isn't afraid to wear some color when going somewhere special. And formal wear? The redhead knows that he is firmly capable of looking drop dead gorgeous in a tux.
Personality:
Need a date? Luka's your guy. Need a rebound to that party this Saturday? Luka'll tag along, sure, why the hell not? Need a drinking buddy after said party to drown your sorrows because your ex broke up with you before the party? Hell, Luka'll let you cry on his shoulder. (Just lay off of tie and barf the other way.) He's a people kind of guy, and doesn't mind lending an extra hand to give a guy (or girl) their needed props.
What he won't stand for, is being used because of. He won't give you that one night stand that your drunken self slips and says that all you were there for. He won't spill his troubles on a stranger or show his weaknesses to a friend. Besides, he doesn't have anything to worry about, right? His life's problems are partially his fault anyways, and since he made them himself he can fix them himself. So what if at the moment he's only running away?
Though he's careful about his own feelings on some subjects and isn't too keen on his own sob stor
Even so, he's pretty stable. It'd take an absolute tragedy for him to completely fall apart.
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...A Touch Of The Past..
[/size][/center][/b]History:Luka and his parents lived a lovely life. His mother was an avid shopper and buisnesswoman (strange combination, but true) and his father was usually left taking care of him because he had a hometown job. The two got along great until Luka hit puberty. Then it all went downhill from there.
At the same time, Luka was learning his first few lessons with dating. He was a senior, and he a freshman, new to the world of highschool. His school had actually been a rather small one, so when he was thrust into the public school system... he was signed up for tragedy. The first thing he learned was that older, popular people... usually wanted to abuse you somehow. The second? That if you drank too much at a party, you didn't remember much of the night before... hangovers were nothing but senile bitches...
From there on, he worked his way up, learning how to edge around the way things worked and even when he was taken advantage of, he could turn it around with a bit of charm and a hell of a lot of small talk. As long as he kept people interested, they seemed to care about him like he did... well, most. He learned to keep only bits and pieces of his heart on his sleeve, because tattered feelings was such an easy thing to avoid.
It was less than a year later that he learned his crash course in vengeful exes and bitches that exceeded the limitations that he had made for them (that were more like humanity than anything else.) But one night, at one party, things didn't turn out fun, and the sophmore didn't just get drunk. He was drugged, and... well, the pictures spoke for themselves.
His father was not pleased with the news... in fact? He was down right pissed. His son had been sneaking off, doing drugs, getting drunk, and who knows what else! And to top it al off, he was a faggot... his relationship with his son was never the same. He didn't hit him at first, but when things got heated there didn't seem to be any reason that he shouldn't.
A slap to the face, Luka could take. He was a guy afterall, and he had lied to his father for almost the entire year... he deserved that. But when he started beating him, blaming him for his lost job and missing wife; Luka knew that he had to go. He dropped out of highschool and got his own place, hiding from his father and never going back to the school that made this problem such a train-wreck.
Turns out he was perfect for the job at a local cafe...
At the same time, Luka was learning his first few lessons with dating. He was a senior, and he a freshman, new to the world of highschool. His school had actually been a rather small one, so when he was thrust into the public school system... he was signed up for tragedy. The first thing he learned was that older, popular people... usually wanted to abuse you somehow. The second? That if you drank too much at a party, you didn't remember much of the night before... hangovers were nothing but senile bitches...
From there on, he worked his way up, learning how to edge around the way things worked and even when he was taken advantage of, he could turn it around with a bit of charm and a hell of a lot of small talk. As long as he kept people interested, they seemed to care about him like he did... well, most. He learned to keep only bits and pieces of his heart on his sleeve, because tattered feelings was such an easy thing to avoid.
It was less than a year later that he learned his crash course in vengeful exes and bitches that exceeded the limitations that he had made for them (that were more like humanity than anything else.) But one night, at one party, things didn't turn out fun, and the sophmore didn't just get drunk. He was drugged, and... well, the pictures spoke for themselves.
His father was not pleased with the news... in fact? He was down right pissed. His son had been sneaking off, doing drugs, getting drunk, and who knows what else! And to top it al off, he was a faggot... his relationship with his son was never the same. He didn't hit him at first, but when things got heated there didn't seem to be any reason that he shouldn't.
A slap to the face, Luka could take. He was a guy afterall, and he had lied to his father for almost the entire year... he deserved that. But when he started beating him, blaming him for his lost job and missing wife; Luka knew that he had to go. He dropped out of highschool and got his own place, hiding from his father and never going back to the school that made this problem such a train-wreck.
Turns out he was perfect for the job at a local cafe...
