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Post by Afonso Silva on Dec 5, 2011 22:56:17 GMT -5
IC Character Name:Afonso Rodrigo Manoel Silva Nationality: Portuguese Gender: 100% Alpha Male Birthday: April 25th (Freedom Day) Age: Twenty-Five
Education: Bachelor's Degree in Fashion Design from La Maranga (Istituto Maragoni) in Paris. Occupation: Freelance Fashion Designer; takes commissioned work where he can and travels from place to place for the occassional fashion show or craft fair, to try and display his work whenever/wherever possible.
Family: + Catarina Silva -- Mother + Ezequiel Silva -- Father lustophone family's open for additions if anyone's interested i suppose. ;o;
Hometown: Porto, Porto, Portugal Starting Town: New York City, New York, United States
Brief History:
(Probably subject to change at some point later along the line if Fork wants Port and Spain to have relations.) The only child born to a middle class family, Afonso grew up in a fairly quiet household in Gaia, part of the Greater Metropolitan Area of Portugal's "second capitol" -- Porto. Not too bothered by the absence of any siblings, he quickly busied himself playing with the children of their neighbours in the winding streets, passing the time with games of hide-and-seek or splashing about by the bank of the Douro. Growing up without a care in the world for a first few years was all well and good, but school had to come about at some point. This however, wasn't something Afonso could take to nearly as easily as slinking about the backstreets of the city. Very quickly, his lack of academic ability became quite apparant, and this came to the attention of his parents. Almost certain it was just him trying to grasp things though, since he seemed to have ample grasp in the creative aspects of school, they overlooked it for a while. Afonso himself however wasn't in the slightest bit troubled by this, since he did find his feet in due time, due to spending extra time reading and writing with his father as opposed to playing with friends.
Late in his junior years (7-11) however, Afonso's grades started declining again, which drew back the concern of his parents. As such, Ezequiel would often (much to Catarina's disapproval) keep the boy in and spend the day "tutoring" him, to try and help get himself back on track once more. This proved rather counterproductive however; seeing no change in Afonso's grades and thus only frustrating the pair of them more. However, whether it was stubborness or persistance that drove him, Ezequiel continued with this process, convinced beyond any doubt that Afonso would improve again. This though, was not the case, and Afonso's relationship with his father became increasingly abrasive, as did his relationship with academic subjects. Heavily frustrated upon entering senior school, Afonso started to show complete disregard for school itself, lapsing into daydreams and procrastinating, later starting to act up in class and try to cause trouble. His mind set on getting out of this, he pulled out of school at sixteen, just about passing his exams and leaving with very average qualification.
While Caterina felt rather empathetic and disheartened by his behavior, Ezequiel was absolutely livid and fairly quickly evicted Afonso from the household. Not particularly surprised at his father's action, Afonso set out and moved in with a friend in a more central district of the city, not caring too much for staying in contact with this parents. He'd give his mother the occassional phonecall, but he had no wish whatsoever to make any kind of reach to his father, and so decided against doing so. Faced now with the prospect of having to stand on his own two feet, Afonso tried his best to pick up odd jobs where he could; as a barista, in a library, whatever came up.
At nineteen, Afonso took a cleaning job sweeping at the Serralves Museum. Looking about at the various sculptures and fountains, began to rekindle his liking for art and the creative. Regretful now of his brash approach to schooling, Afonso seeked to get himself a more stable, sustainable job, as opposed to the slightly unpredictable nature of things at the moment. Relying heavily on his work experiance and savings more so than his adequate/mediocre grades and qualifications, he managed to claw his way into La Maranga in Paris, and after striving hard for three years graduated with a Bachelor's Degree in Fashion Design.
Determined to succeed now that he could do work that he'd enjoy fully, Afonso tried to slip into the world of fashion. First watching fashion shows and going to fairs, later offerring a simple dressmaking service to finally scraping together enough money to get himself a plane ticket to New York, where he had heard that fashion shows were further "pioneered" somewhat from their French origins, apparantly. But, regardless it was a good move, and it got the ball rolling-- gave him the little bit of courage he needed to start travelling a lot more.
Content with his lifestyle now-- Afonso tends to travel about a fair amount for seasonal fashion shows, fairs and commissioned work. Personality:
Afonso can be something of a mixed bag of a person, but generally seems quite calm and laid back, (almost excessively so) if not intially slightly standoffish. He is very quick to warm to people however and can be quite affectionate when given the time and the chance, revealing a much more carefree and friendlier seeming person.
Despite this, Afonso has a very short fuse, and gets very quickly frustrated/irritated, (possibly a repurcussion of his father's attitude to his schoolwork as a child) often bottling up a lot of emotion until the point of just having the occassional outburst-- usually in the form of yelling or crying.
While not being exceptionally well mannered, Afonso isn't overtly rude, and does try not to seem /too/ insensitive. He's just more oblivious than anything, and sometimes an issue may just blow right over his head without him knowing.
Stubborn and hardworking through and through Afonso is pretty much driven the belief that if you will something to happen and work at it hard enough, it will be so, and tries to apply this when and wherever he possibly can.
All in all, he'd like to think he's a fairly friendly person, and tries really hard to get along with others as much as he can manage. Appearance:
Afonso stands at a somewhat respectable 5'11 and weighs something around the 175 lbs mark; not particularly slight in build, but none too muscular either. While having spent a proportionate amount of his life on the sun-beaten Atlantic coastline, much travelling about has caused his previously stark tan to reduce itself to a rather subtle camel, seeming almost a pale tan colour in the winter. The Portuguese has a fairly plain face: par for a rather slim scar running its left side, from just under his eye to the top of his lip. While he felt deeply self concious about it at one point, he's pretty much come to terms that he can't conceal it all too well and doesn't bother with the thing anymore. His eyes lie somewhere between a mint and grass green colour, which more often then not tend to be closed. Either in thought or more likely in a regular series of naps. His hair consists of several long unruly dark brown curls stopping just under his shoulder, which he never really cared to comb properly, cut, or do anything particular with, and so simply settles on holding it back with a sliver of ribbon to make a slightly messy looking (yet conciderably easier to deal with) ponytail.
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Despite finding his career in the fashion industry, Afonso's sense of "style" doesn't seem very apparant whatsoever when it comes to him actually clothing himself. His typical dress is more often than not very subtle and never anything too flamboyant or ornate, even on formal occassions.
Not often putting too much thought into stringing together an outfit, Afonso will on most occassions be seen in a simple pair of jeans, a shirt of some description and sneakers or boots. Claiming to "save his creativity for the catwalk", he'll swathe himself in various tones of grey, (a great love of his,) often in the form of cable knitwear jackets or something of that likeness. Fully aware of how bland and boring that would look however, he'll try to accent this with a garishly bright belt or perhaps a different coloured hair ribbon to the red one he typically dons for a change. Aside from his ribbon, Afonso doesn't really accessorise at all, perhaps a hat if it's cold, but not much else.
Simply said, his dress style is very minimalistic; just swatches of grey with the occassional splash of colour.
Goals:
+ (To find/earn enough money to be able) To get back into university and get a master's degree would be nice. + While it's more of a wish than a dream; he'd love to get some of his work onto the catwalk during one of the big 4 fashion weeks. It'd be his life's dream come true. he's rather doubtful of this ever happening but, everyone's got to have some kind of motivation.
+ Learn how to sing. + Make his mother proud of him by becoming successful-- and go back to visit her someday. + Apologise to his father for his previously brash behavior. Maybe.
Secret:
+ That scar on his face? A bad run in with-- well, the floor. He'd been running and slipped over onto his face. Not exactly the "coolest" way to get a scar but, hey, these things happen. That said though, he'd probably aviod telling people this, it does sound rather silly. + He is well and truly terrified of cats; probably due to the not-so-friendly nature of the street cats he saw growing up, he's more than happy to slow down and sidestep around the things in the street. + Outisde from the result of some playful flirting with parisiennes while in university, Afonso's something of a luckless romantic, and doesn't tend to wear his heart on his sleeve all too much. He does however firmly believe that Mrs (or Mr) Right will stumble into him at some point. Destiny and such. Other: Nope!
RP Sample:
Taken from Manor Of Fate;; a survival RP of sorts I suppose. ;o; It felt, strange. For the first time upon entering the manor, he felt genuinely happy.
What started out as as an innocent and curious search for a coffin had become the makings of a merry night of drinking and stumbling around without a single care in the world. Clutching a bottle of Port in one hand, Aguardente in the other and linking his arm with the nation accompananying him, he staggered through the various hallways of the building, grinning like an idiot.
“Portugaaaaaaaaal~”
Peering down to his right, he saw her holding out the bottle of wine to his face. "Hungriaaa~" Easing his body weight into his toes a bit further, he dipped his head to clamp his lips around the rim of the bottle, before taking a rather long swig of it. This was absolute bliss. He hadn't felt so at ease in a long time. The manor was such a horrifically stressful place to be stuck in, everyone was on edge 24/7, and it didn't feel good at all. But this was splendid. He had already drank a bottle of wine- or was it two- by the time he'd tried the bottle the shorter nation had brought with her, and while he felt somewhat in control before, that sip had sent him over the edge.
His mind was in another place, and he barely registered the slurred joke from Elizabeta. He probably would have missed it if it weren't for her rather erratic laughter. Comepletely carefree, he chuckled along with her. He had no idea what she was laughing at, but, in his drunken state, the creaking of the floorboards could probably have been deemed madly hilarious.
Their fairly regular yet lopsided journey down the corridor grinded to a halt as the woman started to scale the stairwell. Content and feeling well beyond safe, Afonso was happy to oblige and followed her quietly. Hmmn, safe probably wan't the best word, since he was still mildly aware of the trouble. Relaxed seemed more appropriate. Yes, relaxed. He'd completely let his guard down, but he felt comfortable.
Feeling the grip on his arm loosen somewhat, he assumed the girl had found a room of interest and had decided to explore a bit. He watched her half-dancing, half-tumbling across the floor of the place before almost tripping over before she corrected herself. She seemed massively happy also. It was just, more relief if anything. To just throw away all the stress and complications of the place for a short while, to drown their troubles in alcohol and let loose, if only for a few hours.
“Our stage for tonight~!”
Afonso shouldered the door shut once more and rested down the two unopened bottles by it's frame, before padding towards his companion. The moonlight seeped lightly through the few windows in the room, dappled by the cloud outside and the multiple dusty cobwebs that plagued the panes. Portugal giggled quietly as he bent his frame in half at the waist and held out one of his hands to her. "Shall we dance~?" He lifted his head and raised a brow.
This would be an interesting evening.
OOC Name: Alejandra, Port, Trout, Portapotty, Ale, whatever you like I suppose. ;o; I am, not picky ahaa. Age: Sixteen years of age~ Contact Info: Ehh, PMs or Chatango PChat is probably best. Skype is fairly reliable~ "peixepartido". If not then, email is always good backup I suppose;; scarboroughfaire@hotmail.co.uk But uhh, that said, I don't use it /too/ often so, just as a backup really. =u= Website: Welp, nope, sorry. ;o; Other: Uhh, nope, not particularly~
Sábado na balada, (Saturday- party night,) A galera começou a dançar! (Everyone began to dance!) E passou a menina mais linda, (The hottest girl in the place passed me by,) Tomei coragem e comecei a falar~ (So I worked up the guts to began to say to her~)
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Post by Lars Van Dyke on Dec 6, 2011 5:51:45 GMT -5
Accepted ! Welcome to Prof, Porta-Potty ! :D
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Dec 6, 2011 8:27:31 GMT -5
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