Post by Emmanuel Felipe Perez on Dec 9, 2011 2:55:11 GMT -5
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Character Name: Emmanuel Felipe Perez (AKA Eman or Em)
Nationality: Mexico
Gender: Male
Birthday: September 16
Age: 28
Education: Studied two years at Antioch University, graduated with a Masters in Creative Writing
Occupation:Romantic Novelist (under penname)/occasional guitar player of a mariachi band, Las Palomas del Norte
Family:
Hometown: Mexico City, D.F., but moved to Houston, Texas at the age of 15
Starting Town:Indie London
Brief History:
Emmanuel was born in Mexico City, as the middle (ish) child of a total group of eight. There were only ever six kids in the house while he was there, however, as two of his brothers were already old enough by the time he was born to go and make lives of their own. As both his father and mother worked in the day time, it was up to his two elder brothers to take care of him, and then later, up to the three of them to watch over the littler ones. It was a fairly stable existence, the kids were free to do whatever they wanted after they came home from school, until their parents got home around five in the afternoon. Then the command fell to them (or mainly his mother, because she ruled the house), and they fell underneath it like peaceable lambs...mostly. Even with their parents gone, the house was never really quiet, and there was always a kid running around screaming, or an argument or some kind of troublemaking going on. Emmanuel was perfectly fine with the way this worked, mainly because he and his brothers (and lone baby sister, the only girl in the bunch) got free run of the house for most for the day.
What all of this did was built a lasting connection between him and his siblings, more than normal. Because they only had themselves to look up to and after, they became close. They always ran as a group, mess with one and you messed with all; you were never alone in anything. In this way, family and the love he had for all of them branded itself into Emmanuel, bringing with it a deep familial responsibility that would follow him into his adult years, even after the Incident.
Of course, he loved his parents too. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and Emmanuel certainly loved seeing his parents come home in the afternoon. He looked up to his father as almost a type of god, strong and able to do anything, which was helped by the fact that the man worked as a foreman for a labor company. Spending all day lifting heavy objects and working hard had toughened the man, and both Emmanuel and his sibling firmly agreed that he was definitely the guy to go to to open those pesky pickle jars. His mother seemed to be the wisest woman in the work, and any problem they had was easy enough to solve once you asked for her help. Emmanuel, after realizing where the power lay in the household, spent more time with his mother than he did with his father, and it soon became a habit of his to sit with her after dinner to watch her favorite telenovelas. It was here that he first became confronted with the idea of drama, love and story-making. Thought his mother explained to him that it was all pretend, all make-believe, it astounded the young boy how everything could look so real, how a story could seem as if it was really happening. It was confusing and complex, yet at the end everything ended out perfectly, all the little loose ends wrapped up so neat and tight and everyone got their happy ending. There was tragedy, sure, but love always won out,the guy always got the girl...the idea that this was just a story created by someone else tantalized Emmanuel, and he started to wonder if he himself could do such a thing...if he could write, maybe a book just like that...
When Emmanuel was 12, he had his first brush with the question of his sexuality. One of his best friends, Jose Renaldez, had invited him and a bunch of other guys from school over to his house. It was a normal affair, just to play games and probably sneak some food and snacks from whatever goodies Jose's mom had been hiding in the kitchen for later. However, one of the other guys had brought over a dirty magazine he's sneaked from his father's room. As they all locked themselves into Jose's room and laughed and made dirty jokes at the pictures within, Emmanuel didn't find himself much attracted to the women in there. He found himself curious more about the men. He knew well enough to keep even this budding curiosity quiet; even at his young age, Emmanuel knew what happened the maricones in Mexico.
Everything went well for the next couple of years. Emmanuel went to school, imitated his brothers so no one would know that that budding curiosity was becoming more than just that, and was pretty much happy. He had okay grades in school, but had really caught his attention was writing. The telenovelas he watched with his mother has seeded the growing urge to make up stories just as good as they ones he saw, and Emmanuel found himself poring over the thick notebook he had bought with his saved up allowance, struggling with the words in his brain and fighting with the vague ideas to jot down stumbling sentences. He filled it up with ideas and characters, stuffing more and more papers into it once it became full. Though it became a habit of his to carry it around, he kept it to himself, unwilling to let other people see what he considered rough and unwieldy work.
When he was fifteen, his oldest brother convinced his father to move them all across the border to the United States, where he himself had moved a couple years ago. He said it was better there, that he had bought a couple acres of land in the deserts of Texas and wanted them all to move in with him. It took a while to get all the legal paperwork filled out, but eventually they were on their way there. The younger kids weren't happy with the idea, but Emmanuel himself was excited. He had heard what everyone else heard about America, that there was more money there, that it was full of opportunities and jobs and houses for people to live in. Once they arrived at the large house his brother owned, as well as the surrounding lands he planned to turn into a sheep farm, he settled in quickly, using afternoons to run out with his siblings and explore the strange open lands they now lived on.
While he had been taught a bit of English at his old school in Mexico, it wasn't until Eman arrived in the US that he really began to be fluent in it. Luckily for him the state of Texas, being so close to the border, was rich in both Spanish and English speaking people, and he could easily converse with the people he met. He learned quickly, and his ever-growing pile of stories began to mix with both languages, helping him get better. He fit in nicely in his new school, joining the soccer team there. Though he had never been on a team before, he and his siblings had played often together, and he had skill in it, which only gave him more of an ability to make friends.
It was while being in America that he realized there was quite a bit of a different atmosphere here. In Mexico, being gay was rather like having a death sentence on your head; if any one knew, you could count on losing your reputation, your family, your job...any life you might have have. But in America, though there were people that hated people like him just the same, there were many more who tolerated them. Supported them...Eman had realized by now that he would never be attracted to women, and had resigned himself to keeping it a secret from everyone around him, most definitely his family. But now that he was in America, things might turn out differently. If his family didn't have to prove their honor to their neighborhood and friends, they might accept him and support him. Eman nursed the hope in himself for three long years, giving himself a bit more freedom and experimenting with a few friends he had found who were like himself.
On his eighteenth birthday, he made a decision, and told his parents about his sexual orientation. What resulted was not acceptance and love, but instead a fight between him and his father so intense it took three of his older brother to break them up. Emmanuel had been shocked, heartbroken, and then angry. The fact that his father could so cruelly reject him, and his mother do nothing about it, when he had been a good son after all these years flared into anger, and when his father initiated the fight, he gave back as good as he could. He wasn't a weakling, he would show the man he would never take any insult lying down, not even from his own father! He was given a day to pack, and expected to leave the next night. Eman quietly packed up his things and lay awake all night, hearing the tense murmurs and whispers of his brothers and sister in the next rooms. His siblings showed a bit more acceptance toward him the next morning; after all they had always been there for each other. When the time came for Eman to leave, they embraced him and wished him luck. He thought his mother and father would never love him again, but something gave him hope. Before he left, his mother also hugged him tight, and thought his father would not touch him, the man gave him a debit card and paper with the PIN number on it. He had been saving for his son's college education, it seemed.
Emmanuel had no where to go. He stayed with a friend for a month while he applied to a college that would take him far away from this place, and was eventually accepted at Antioch University in Los Angeles. He used his father's money to the best of his ability, studying as best as he could while hopping from part-time job to part-time job to pay for most of his expenses, unwilling to use the saving account for everything. In college, he decided to focus on doing what he really loved, and pursued a major in writing to become an author. Not only a dream to be achieved, his writing also provided an escape for him when he didn't want to think back on his family and what had happened between them; his budding romance stories made him feel slightly more secure. Love would win out over all, and everyone would have their happy ending in his books, no matter how bad things got. If they could do it, so could he. He made new friends and new acquaintances, weaving a new life for himself. His senior year of college, he received his first big break. A publisher became interested in one of the manuscripts he regularly sent out and Eman was on the first step to being a real, published author.
It turned out to be more popular than he realized. The years spent polishing and tweaking his writings had paid off; his first novel, though not a national bestseller, sold extremely well for a first-timer's book. After receiving his first of incoming paychecks, Eman put a little aside, and sent it back home to his family. This would be the first of many he would send. Though he had been exiled, one could never forget family, and he wanted to make sure they were well taken care of. Eman came out of college with a profession and two books under his belt, and easily able to move into an apartment of his own. His books are getting better and better, in his humble opinion, and has even joined a friend's mariachi band on weekends just for the heck of it. Right now, at the age of 28, life was going pretty damn well.
Personality:
Emmanuel is an easy-going guy, and open-minded about most things and almost all opinions. He's not the type of guy who gets angry very easily, but on the rare occasion he does get angry, tends to nurse that anger for a long, long time. Even now, he still feels some resentment toward his father. However, instances like this are really rare, and he's more likely to just shrug off any irritation, or simply forget about it five minutes later. He can be somewhat of a stubborn ass, though. Even when confronted with irrefutable proof that he's wrong, he'll hold onto his beliefs and opinions with a tenacity that most bears would envy, and gives up on something with only the greatest reluctance. He thinks it comes from his dad. He's also got a pretty boundless curiosity. Once he gets hooked on something, he has a hard time letting it go, such as music or good food. Eman likes to try out new things, and throws himself into the murky waters headfirst. He'll think about swimming later.
Likes—
-being romantic: Emmanuel is a big romantic, not just because it's what he mainly writes and reads. Eating together with a date, cuddling up together and kisses are his favorite. He likes romanticism and being chivalrous to other people just gives him a warm fuzzy feeling on the inside. He calls it being a gentleman. His friends just call him a sappy idiot.
-the idea of love: This is mainly what sparks most, if not all, of his romantic writings. Emmanuel is a big daydreamer, always had been, and the idea of love and falling in love has captured his fascination completely ever since he was little and watched telenovelas with his mom when she got home from work.
-family, home and anything Mexico: For Eman, family had always been important to him, as well as friends and those close to him. To him, a real man is one who not only loves them, but cares for them, and takes care of them as well. This is why his home is such a precious object to him now, and even after years, he still sends money home to his parents, so they'll want for nothing. He'll gladly give you the shirt off his back if it would help you, because every friend, to him, is a treasure.
-drinking with friends: While friends are nice and all, what's even better than having friends, is having fun with them. And like any other Mexican male, Eman enjoys a good rowdy drink with anyone, and is always up to toss a few beers back at his place. This is also why he enjoys parties so much.
-writing/reading/art in general: Besides being what he makes his living off of, writing and reading soothes Emmanuel in a way not much can. He has always loved to read; it's his stress reliever. But he can also appreciate the other arts, and will frequent any art shows he comes across, as well as old thrift stores for any good books. He admires artists, because he feels a kinship to them. They also create stories, just in a different way.
-taking a siesta (in the sun): While he always tries to be hardworking, Eman isn't actually a very active person. Though he'll always push himself to get through a deadline, he enjoys his naps more often than he should, and isn't above sleeping through an entire morning. As for his afternoon siesta, lets just say his bed is parked right in the perfect spot to receive the full light of the sun through his window....
-music: Eman enjoys music almost as much as writing. When he was in college, a friend of his taught him how to play a vihuela, and ever since then Eman has been fascinated by the ability to create songs and music from just a simple instrument. He's got a collection of CDs in his apartment, and likes to poke around music shows whenever he can find them.
-FOOD: They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, and that has never been more true than with Emmanuel. He loved his mom's cooking when he was a boy, and though he can make a dish or two on his own thanks to her, he likes to go out and eat like there's no tomorrow.
Dislikes—
-the cold/winter season: Eman likes the heat too much to ever be really comfortable with the cold. He hates shivering too much, and much harder to go places when its freezing outside. Besides, being warm is practically synonymous with with being comfortable, and the cold just leaves him feeling sick and listless.
-being sick: Just as bad as being cold, being sick restricts him from doing the things he likes. He can't go outside because the light'll hurt his eyes, or listen to music because of the headaches, or even write because his brain'll be too fuzzy to think. He feels helpless and frustrated, and if is down with a cold or flu, just can't wait for himself to get better again,
-bullies/ignorant people who don't have any business in judging him and what he does: Though he was never bullied himself, Eman feels a sort of connection with those that suffer through the abuse of bullying, and despises those that would pick on a weaker or smaller person than themselves. It screams of cowardice and stupidity. He won't hesitate to run to the defense of something, and has sparked quite a few fights this way. It's one of the few things that can make him angry, very quickly.
-insults to his work or literature in general: In spite of being easy-going, Eman has never been able to stand any insults or jibes toward his writing, especially his writing skills in general. He's quite proud of what he does, and won't stand for any ignorant fool telling him anything about his writing.
-homophobes: This is really the one thing that will get Eman riled up no matter where he is or what's happening. He can't stand any intolerance toward gays and lesbians, and will not hesitate to throw a punch at someone. He doesn't understand why some people can be so cruel and intolerant, and desperately wishes they could just open their eyes and see...even if it take his fist to make that happen.
Appearance:
Standing at 5' 8”, and 162 pounds, Eman has the broad chest typical of most men of hispanic descent, but a slightly narrow waist. His hair is a charcoal black and slightly wavy, the ends curling down to cover his ears, and brown almost almond-shaped eyes, and an oval-shaped face, which resembles that of his mother. He's always clean-shaven, as a beard reminds him too much of his father. He has one dimple on his left side, which appears at the slightest grin, so you can see it pretty often. Both his ears have been pierced but as of right now he doesn't wear any earrings. He's fairly fit and muscular for his age, even with his eating habits, thanks to the fact he enjoys walking everywhere, and his habit of hitting the gym every time he feels he's getting too heavy. He also has a tattoo on his right shoulder, “Suge meum penem”. which means something pretty dirty in Latin. It wasn't his intention to get it, he just got too drunk one night during a college party.
Fashion Style:
Thanks to his rather relaxed lifestyle, Eman has never been good at wearing anything that people might consider formal clothes. His usual attire is just a shirt and clean jeans, sneakers and maybe a jacket. He prefers muted colors, such as greys, browns and such, and stays away from neon colors, as he feels they're a bit too bright for his taste. He rarely goes out in shorts, being much more comfortable in jeans, no matter how hot the day is. Inside the privacy of his apartment, he'll replace that T-shirt with a tank top or other sleeveless shirt. Summer wear is much the same, but as soon as it hits winter time, layers are what Eman prefers. He has a favorite woolen black jacket he likes to wear during the cold days, and enjoys wearing scarves of differing colors each day. If it gets too cold however, he'll wear another coat or jacket above the back one, though he is rarely seen with his favorite one on. He doesn't wear gloves however, as they get in the way during his writing and typing, and anything else he might do with his hands. His idea of formal wear is a collared shirt and black dress pants. The few times he's worn suits he never liked; they made him feel stiff and out of place, enough so that he avoids having to wear them at any time.
Goals:
[/li][li]His greatest goal in mind is to write a novel so popular it'd be sold world-wide, which is a dream he's nursed since he was 12 years old. He wants to join the greats of literature, and have his name immortalized by those who have written the Great Novel of their time.
[/li][li]He'd also like to fall in love once before he dies, and possibly meet The One, if he's lucky. He hopes to finally experience the emotion he writes about, and thinks that his writing will become better once he really understands what love is.
Secret:
[/li][li]Emmanuel has never felt heartbreak because he's never been in love.
[/li][li]Rainy days make him want to curl up in bed and write all day.
[/li][li]He's secretly very superstitious. He believes in a lot of the paranormal and such, but doesn't want anyone to find out because he was teased for it when he was younger.
Other:
Eman does write both straight and gay novels, as he doesn't see a distinction between genders in romance, though his homosexually-oriented material is published under an alias, at the behest of his editor and publisher.
He sometimes longs for home, and has recently taken up contact with his younger sister through emails. He wishes he could visit home one day, and she tells him that their father might accept him now, thought he still doesn't believe it.
RP Sample: The gritty crunch of the dirt under his worn out sneakers grated on his nerves. but there wasn't much Emmanuel could do about it.The only other option would be to go barefoot, at least it would muffle the sound. But not even he was stupid enough to do that...at least, not again. in these particular streets, the amount of finely shattered glass littering the alleys and dirty sidewalks was enough to turn someone's feet to ground beef in minutes.
'Course, the weather was also working against that idea.. he was already shivering in the only jacket that he possessed, it'd take either un idiota o un loco to go barefoot. Emmanuel cursed faintly under his breath as he shivered again. No era su culpa, of course, that he was in such a dark mood. Tonight hadn't been going as well as he'd hoped. He hadn't been able to hit any houses tonight, and the only things in his pocket besides his makeshift lock-picks were irritability and a rising depression. He needed money, and he needed it now hunger was fast becoming his best friend and he couldn't continue stealing random junk food from gas stations, it was too risky, even in a place like this.
It was in times like this that he'd find other ways of....distracting himself from his disappointment and growling stomach, pero como todo bueno en el mundo, any hit of any God-blessed drug cost money as well.
Emmanuel sighed, the crunch of underfoot heavy in his ears as wandered the
dark sidewalks of the docks, his last resort for the night.
"Tengo que encontrar algo hoy...I will find something." He promised himself lowly.
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Name: Haaaay, this is Tweek <3
Age: 07/21/1993; Im 18 yo! XD
Contact Info: nightingalefire@aol.com, vivamantequilla.chatango.com (on most days after three pm)
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Other: Um......no?
"Memories fade
like looking through a fogged mirror
Decision to decisions
are made and not bought
But I thought
this wouldn't hurt a lot.
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Character Name: Emmanuel Felipe Perez (AKA Eman or Em)
Nationality: Mexico
Gender: Male
Birthday: September 16
Age: 28
Education: Studied two years at Antioch University, graduated with a Masters in Creative Writing
Occupation:Romantic Novelist (under penname)/occasional guitar player of a mariachi band, Las Palomas del Norte
Family:
Hometown: Mexico City, D.F., but moved to Houston, Texas at the age of 15
Starting Town:Indie London
Brief History:
Emmanuel was born in Mexico City, as the middle (ish) child of a total group of eight. There were only ever six kids in the house while he was there, however, as two of his brothers were already old enough by the time he was born to go and make lives of their own. As both his father and mother worked in the day time, it was up to his two elder brothers to take care of him, and then later, up to the three of them to watch over the littler ones. It was a fairly stable existence, the kids were free to do whatever they wanted after they came home from school, until their parents got home around five in the afternoon. Then the command fell to them (or mainly his mother, because she ruled the house), and they fell underneath it like peaceable lambs...mostly. Even with their parents gone, the house was never really quiet, and there was always a kid running around screaming, or an argument or some kind of troublemaking going on. Emmanuel was perfectly fine with the way this worked, mainly because he and his brothers (and lone baby sister, the only girl in the bunch) got free run of the house for most for the day.
What all of this did was built a lasting connection between him and his siblings, more than normal. Because they only had themselves to look up to and after, they became close. They always ran as a group, mess with one and you messed with all; you were never alone in anything. In this way, family and the love he had for all of them branded itself into Emmanuel, bringing with it a deep familial responsibility that would follow him into his adult years, even after the Incident.
Of course, he loved his parents too. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and Emmanuel certainly loved seeing his parents come home in the afternoon. He looked up to his father as almost a type of god, strong and able to do anything, which was helped by the fact that the man worked as a foreman for a labor company. Spending all day lifting heavy objects and working hard had toughened the man, and both Emmanuel and his sibling firmly agreed that he was definitely the guy to go to to open those pesky pickle jars. His mother seemed to be the wisest woman in the work, and any problem they had was easy enough to solve once you asked for her help. Emmanuel, after realizing where the power lay in the household, spent more time with his mother than he did with his father, and it soon became a habit of his to sit with her after dinner to watch her favorite telenovelas. It was here that he first became confronted with the idea of drama, love and story-making. Thought his mother explained to him that it was all pretend, all make-believe, it astounded the young boy how everything could look so real, how a story could seem as if it was really happening. It was confusing and complex, yet at the end everything ended out perfectly, all the little loose ends wrapped up so neat and tight and everyone got their happy ending. There was tragedy, sure, but love always won out,the guy always got the girl...the idea that this was just a story created by someone else tantalized Emmanuel, and he started to wonder if he himself could do such a thing...if he could write, maybe a book just like that...
When Emmanuel was 12, he had his first brush with the question of his sexuality. One of his best friends, Jose Renaldez, had invited him and a bunch of other guys from school over to his house. It was a normal affair, just to play games and probably sneak some food and snacks from whatever goodies Jose's mom had been hiding in the kitchen for later. However, one of the other guys had brought over a dirty magazine he's sneaked from his father's room. As they all locked themselves into Jose's room and laughed and made dirty jokes at the pictures within, Emmanuel didn't find himself much attracted to the women in there. He found himself curious more about the men. He knew well enough to keep even this budding curiosity quiet; even at his young age, Emmanuel knew what happened the maricones in Mexico.
Everything went well for the next couple of years. Emmanuel went to school, imitated his brothers so no one would know that that budding curiosity was becoming more than just that, and was pretty much happy. He had okay grades in school, but had really caught his attention was writing. The telenovelas he watched with his mother has seeded the growing urge to make up stories just as good as they ones he saw, and Emmanuel found himself poring over the thick notebook he had bought with his saved up allowance, struggling with the words in his brain and fighting with the vague ideas to jot down stumbling sentences. He filled it up with ideas and characters, stuffing more and more papers into it once it became full. Though it became a habit of his to carry it around, he kept it to himself, unwilling to let other people see what he considered rough and unwieldy work.
When he was fifteen, his oldest brother convinced his father to move them all across the border to the United States, where he himself had moved a couple years ago. He said it was better there, that he had bought a couple acres of land in the deserts of Texas and wanted them all to move in with him. It took a while to get all the legal paperwork filled out, but eventually they were on their way there. The younger kids weren't happy with the idea, but Emmanuel himself was excited. He had heard what everyone else heard about America, that there was more money there, that it was full of opportunities and jobs and houses for people to live in. Once they arrived at the large house his brother owned, as well as the surrounding lands he planned to turn into a sheep farm, he settled in quickly, using afternoons to run out with his siblings and explore the strange open lands they now lived on.
While he had been taught a bit of English at his old school in Mexico, it wasn't until Eman arrived in the US that he really began to be fluent in it. Luckily for him the state of Texas, being so close to the border, was rich in both Spanish and English speaking people, and he could easily converse with the people he met. He learned quickly, and his ever-growing pile of stories began to mix with both languages, helping him get better. He fit in nicely in his new school, joining the soccer team there. Though he had never been on a team before, he and his siblings had played often together, and he had skill in it, which only gave him more of an ability to make friends.
It was while being in America that he realized there was quite a bit of a different atmosphere here. In Mexico, being gay was rather like having a death sentence on your head; if any one knew, you could count on losing your reputation, your family, your job...any life you might have have. But in America, though there were people that hated people like him just the same, there were many more who tolerated them. Supported them...Eman had realized by now that he would never be attracted to women, and had resigned himself to keeping it a secret from everyone around him, most definitely his family. But now that he was in America, things might turn out differently. If his family didn't have to prove their honor to their neighborhood and friends, they might accept him and support him. Eman nursed the hope in himself for three long years, giving himself a bit more freedom and experimenting with a few friends he had found who were like himself.
On his eighteenth birthday, he made a decision, and told his parents about his sexual orientation. What resulted was not acceptance and love, but instead a fight between him and his father so intense it took three of his older brother to break them up. Emmanuel had been shocked, heartbroken, and then angry. The fact that his father could so cruelly reject him, and his mother do nothing about it, when he had been a good son after all these years flared into anger, and when his father initiated the fight, he gave back as good as he could. He wasn't a weakling, he would show the man he would never take any insult lying down, not even from his own father! He was given a day to pack, and expected to leave the next night. Eman quietly packed up his things and lay awake all night, hearing the tense murmurs and whispers of his brothers and sister in the next rooms. His siblings showed a bit more acceptance toward him the next morning; after all they had always been there for each other. When the time came for Eman to leave, they embraced him and wished him luck. He thought his mother and father would never love him again, but something gave him hope. Before he left, his mother also hugged him tight, and thought his father would not touch him, the man gave him a debit card and paper with the PIN number on it. He had been saving for his son's college education, it seemed.
Emmanuel had no where to go. He stayed with a friend for a month while he applied to a college that would take him far away from this place, and was eventually accepted at Antioch University in Los Angeles. He used his father's money to the best of his ability, studying as best as he could while hopping from part-time job to part-time job to pay for most of his expenses, unwilling to use the saving account for everything. In college, he decided to focus on doing what he really loved, and pursued a major in writing to become an author. Not only a dream to be achieved, his writing also provided an escape for him when he didn't want to think back on his family and what had happened between them; his budding romance stories made him feel slightly more secure. Love would win out over all, and everyone would have their happy ending in his books, no matter how bad things got. If they could do it, so could he. He made new friends and new acquaintances, weaving a new life for himself. His senior year of college, he received his first big break. A publisher became interested in one of the manuscripts he regularly sent out and Eman was on the first step to being a real, published author.
It turned out to be more popular than he realized. The years spent polishing and tweaking his writings had paid off; his first novel, though not a national bestseller, sold extremely well for a first-timer's book. After receiving his first of incoming paychecks, Eman put a little aside, and sent it back home to his family. This would be the first of many he would send. Though he had been exiled, one could never forget family, and he wanted to make sure they were well taken care of. Eman came out of college with a profession and two books under his belt, and easily able to move into an apartment of his own. His books are getting better and better, in his humble opinion, and has even joined a friend's mariachi band on weekends just for the heck of it. Right now, at the age of 28, life was going pretty damn well.
Personality:
Emmanuel is an easy-going guy, and open-minded about most things and almost all opinions. He's not the type of guy who gets angry very easily, but on the rare occasion he does get angry, tends to nurse that anger for a long, long time. Even now, he still feels some resentment toward his father. However, instances like this are really rare, and he's more likely to just shrug off any irritation, or simply forget about it five minutes later. He can be somewhat of a stubborn ass, though. Even when confronted with irrefutable proof that he's wrong, he'll hold onto his beliefs and opinions with a tenacity that most bears would envy, and gives up on something with only the greatest reluctance. He thinks it comes from his dad. He's also got a pretty boundless curiosity. Once he gets hooked on something, he has a hard time letting it go, such as music or good food. Eman likes to try out new things, and throws himself into the murky waters headfirst. He'll think about swimming later.
Likes—
-being romantic: Emmanuel is a big romantic, not just because it's what he mainly writes and reads. Eating together with a date, cuddling up together and kisses are his favorite. He likes romanticism and being chivalrous to other people just gives him a warm fuzzy feeling on the inside. He calls it being a gentleman. His friends just call him a sappy idiot.
-the idea of love: This is mainly what sparks most, if not all, of his romantic writings. Emmanuel is a big daydreamer, always had been, and the idea of love and falling in love has captured his fascination completely ever since he was little and watched telenovelas with his mom when she got home from work.
-family, home and anything Mexico: For Eman, family had always been important to him, as well as friends and those close to him. To him, a real man is one who not only loves them, but cares for them, and takes care of them as well. This is why his home is such a precious object to him now, and even after years, he still sends money home to his parents, so they'll want for nothing. He'll gladly give you the shirt off his back if it would help you, because every friend, to him, is a treasure.
-drinking with friends: While friends are nice and all, what's even better than having friends, is having fun with them. And like any other Mexican male, Eman enjoys a good rowdy drink with anyone, and is always up to toss a few beers back at his place. This is also why he enjoys parties so much.
-writing/reading/art in general: Besides being what he makes his living off of, writing and reading soothes Emmanuel in a way not much can. He has always loved to read; it's his stress reliever. But he can also appreciate the other arts, and will frequent any art shows he comes across, as well as old thrift stores for any good books. He admires artists, because he feels a kinship to them. They also create stories, just in a different way.
-taking a siesta (in the sun): While he always tries to be hardworking, Eman isn't actually a very active person. Though he'll always push himself to get through a deadline, he enjoys his naps more often than he should, and isn't above sleeping through an entire morning. As for his afternoon siesta, lets just say his bed is parked right in the perfect spot to receive the full light of the sun through his window....
-music: Eman enjoys music almost as much as writing. When he was in college, a friend of his taught him how to play a vihuela, and ever since then Eman has been fascinated by the ability to create songs and music from just a simple instrument. He's got a collection of CDs in his apartment, and likes to poke around music shows whenever he can find them.
-FOOD: They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, and that has never been more true than with Emmanuel. He loved his mom's cooking when he was a boy, and though he can make a dish or two on his own thanks to her, he likes to go out and eat like there's no tomorrow.
Dislikes—
-the cold/winter season: Eman likes the heat too much to ever be really comfortable with the cold. He hates shivering too much, and much harder to go places when its freezing outside. Besides, being warm is practically synonymous with with being comfortable, and the cold just leaves him feeling sick and listless.
-being sick: Just as bad as being cold, being sick restricts him from doing the things he likes. He can't go outside because the light'll hurt his eyes, or listen to music because of the headaches, or even write because his brain'll be too fuzzy to think. He feels helpless and frustrated, and if is down with a cold or flu, just can't wait for himself to get better again,
-bullies/ignorant people who don't have any business in judging him and what he does: Though he was never bullied himself, Eman feels a sort of connection with those that suffer through the abuse of bullying, and despises those that would pick on a weaker or smaller person than themselves. It screams of cowardice and stupidity. He won't hesitate to run to the defense of something, and has sparked quite a few fights this way. It's one of the few things that can make him angry, very quickly.
-insults to his work or literature in general: In spite of being easy-going, Eman has never been able to stand any insults or jibes toward his writing, especially his writing skills in general. He's quite proud of what he does, and won't stand for any ignorant fool telling him anything about his writing.
-homophobes: This is really the one thing that will get Eman riled up no matter where he is or what's happening. He can't stand any intolerance toward gays and lesbians, and will not hesitate to throw a punch at someone. He doesn't understand why some people can be so cruel and intolerant, and desperately wishes they could just open their eyes and see...even if it take his fist to make that happen.
Appearance:
Standing at 5' 8”, and 162 pounds, Eman has the broad chest typical of most men of hispanic descent, but a slightly narrow waist. His hair is a charcoal black and slightly wavy, the ends curling down to cover his ears, and brown almost almond-shaped eyes, and an oval-shaped face, which resembles that of his mother. He's always clean-shaven, as a beard reminds him too much of his father. He has one dimple on his left side, which appears at the slightest grin, so you can see it pretty often. Both his ears have been pierced but as of right now he doesn't wear any earrings. He's fairly fit and muscular for his age, even with his eating habits, thanks to the fact he enjoys walking everywhere, and his habit of hitting the gym every time he feels he's getting too heavy. He also has a tattoo on his right shoulder, “Suge meum penem”. which means something pretty dirty in Latin. It wasn't his intention to get it, he just got too drunk one night during a college party.
Fashion Style:
Thanks to his rather relaxed lifestyle, Eman has never been good at wearing anything that people might consider formal clothes. His usual attire is just a shirt and clean jeans, sneakers and maybe a jacket. He prefers muted colors, such as greys, browns and such, and stays away from neon colors, as he feels they're a bit too bright for his taste. He rarely goes out in shorts, being much more comfortable in jeans, no matter how hot the day is. Inside the privacy of his apartment, he'll replace that T-shirt with a tank top or other sleeveless shirt. Summer wear is much the same, but as soon as it hits winter time, layers are what Eman prefers. He has a favorite woolen black jacket he likes to wear during the cold days, and enjoys wearing scarves of differing colors each day. If it gets too cold however, he'll wear another coat or jacket above the back one, though he is rarely seen with his favorite one on. He doesn't wear gloves however, as they get in the way during his writing and typing, and anything else he might do with his hands. His idea of formal wear is a collared shirt and black dress pants. The few times he's worn suits he never liked; they made him feel stiff and out of place, enough so that he avoids having to wear them at any time.
Goals:
[/li][li]His greatest goal in mind is to write a novel so popular it'd be sold world-wide, which is a dream he's nursed since he was 12 years old. He wants to join the greats of literature, and have his name immortalized by those who have written the Great Novel of their time.
[/li][li]He'd also like to fall in love once before he dies, and possibly meet The One, if he's lucky. He hopes to finally experience the emotion he writes about, and thinks that his writing will become better once he really understands what love is.
Secret:
[/li][li]Emmanuel has never felt heartbreak because he's never been in love.
[/li][li]Rainy days make him want to curl up in bed and write all day.
[/li][li]He's secretly very superstitious. He believes in a lot of the paranormal and such, but doesn't want anyone to find out because he was teased for it when he was younger.
Other:
Eman does write both straight and gay novels, as he doesn't see a distinction between genders in romance, though his homosexually-oriented material is published under an alias, at the behest of his editor and publisher.
He sometimes longs for home, and has recently taken up contact with his younger sister through emails. He wishes he could visit home one day, and she tells him that their father might accept him now, thought he still doesn't believe it.
RP Sample: The gritty crunch of the dirt under his worn out sneakers grated on his nerves. but there wasn't much Emmanuel could do about it.The only other option would be to go barefoot, at least it would muffle the sound. But not even he was stupid enough to do that...at least, not again. in these particular streets, the amount of finely shattered glass littering the alleys and dirty sidewalks was enough to turn someone's feet to ground beef in minutes.
'Course, the weather was also working against that idea.. he was already shivering in the only jacket that he possessed, it'd take either un idiota o un loco to go barefoot. Emmanuel cursed faintly under his breath as he shivered again. No era su culpa, of course, that he was in such a dark mood. Tonight hadn't been going as well as he'd hoped. He hadn't been able to hit any houses tonight, and the only things in his pocket besides his makeshift lock-picks were irritability and a rising depression. He needed money, and he needed it now hunger was fast becoming his best friend and he couldn't continue stealing random junk food from gas stations, it was too risky, even in a place like this.
It was in times like this that he'd find other ways of....distracting himself from his disappointment and growling stomach, pero como todo bueno en el mundo, any hit of any God-blessed drug cost money as well.
Emmanuel sighed, the crunch of underfoot heavy in his ears as wandered the
dark sidewalks of the docks, his last resort for the night.
"Tengo que encontrar algo hoy...I will find something." He promised himself lowly.
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OOC
Name: Haaaay, this is Tweek <3
Age: 07/21/1993; Im 18 yo! XD
Contact Info: nightingalefire@aol.com, vivamantequilla.chatango.com (on most days after three pm)
Website: www.nightingalelost.deviantart.com
Other: Um......no?
"Memories fade
like looking through a fogged mirror
Decision to decisions
are made and not bought
But I thought
this wouldn't hurt a lot.
I guess not."[/size]