Post by FRANCO OLIVIER SANTOS on May 10, 2010 18:29:24 GMT -5
FRANCISCO OLIVIER SANTOS ,
FRANCO. TWENTY. TAKEN.
meet francisco, he goes by franco, strictly. the only person that gets away with any other variation of his full name or franco is his sister who just loves to call him franny. if you try it he'd probably punch you. franco originally hails from beaufort, north carolina, it's a little town on the coast that consists of perma-vacationers, tourists and plenty of wealthy families like the one franco came from. franco's family relocated to miami just after his little sister thisbe was born because his grandfather had a heart attack, his mom didn't want to send his grandparents to a home even though his grandmother was already deep in the throes of alzheimer's. she basically moved into his grandparents house to take care of them, spending most nights at the house because she didn't like whatever nurse the agency provided her. minus that he had a fairly normal childhood, his dad held down the fort really well, franco still got to play baseball and everyone went to all of his games except for when his grandma had a really bad day. he was a fairly good kid, always really hyper he always found some way to get in trouble, he learned early on he could get pretty much anything he wanted by asking or throwing a big enough fit when and if he was told no. he has always been really charming, easily talking his way out of trouble on the off chance he ever really got caught. he's always been an incurable flirt, one of the many reasons he never wasted his time trying to work out a real relationship. he'd always spent more time with his mom then his dad, mostly because his dad did have a lot of work to do with his firm. his mom started him painting, encouraged him learning how to play the guitar and listened to every song he'd write, he'd put on cheesy little concerts for her and shit when his father and sister were out somewhere. other then the normal spoiled, little kid stuff franco had always been a nice guy. things got tougher when his grandparents a little after he turned fifteen, things were already getting strained with his mom but after her parents died she started drinking and things just got worse. his dad never wanted to be around and spent more time working then ever and he was left to take care of his mom and sister. it turned him into a total prick, he started to become really selfish and stand offish with people. he stopped really trying to do anything and do only what he had to for his mom but always taking really good care of thisbe. a few months before he turned sixteen he was a friends party and he got a call from a neighbor about hearing a lot of crashing from the house so he decided to head home and he pulled up in time to see fire and smoke coming from his house, his mom had tried to cook and she left a towel on the burner. one of his neighbors tried to stop him from going in because they'd already called the fire department but he knew he had to get his sister, in the process he'd gotten burn on his chest and around his left shoulder but his sister made it out fine. he thinks he could have gone back for his mother and gotten her if he'd left thisbe go at the bottom of the stairs and run to the front door, but he told himself he had to take thisbe and he blames himself for his mom dying now that he's done blaming the neighbors for pretty much tackling him to the ground to keep him from going back in. after that he really kind of just gave up, he still looked after his sister and kept up baseball because she wanted him to but he pretty much turned into an asshole. he's gotten a lot better since he gave up on sleeping around and started dating breeauna but he still feels guilty about his mothers death.. he doesn't really trust people easily, he's built a lot of walls but once you can get past the rocky parts he's really a good guy, he likes to joke around and laugh as much as he can. he's really protective of his friends and he's one of those people that'd take a bullet for his true friends. he just has his moments where he's kind of like "fuck the world." and it's normally when he's replaying the night of the fire in his head over and over again trying to figure out what he ould have done different, what would've happened if he had tried getting his mom help long before that night period. he hasn't played baseball since he left high school and doesn't have any definite plans for the future though anytime one of the adults in his life bothers him about he always says he's been thinking about doing this or that, whatever it takes to get them to shut up. he hates that he's stagnating like that but he can't imagine doing anything with his art or music professionally because of how it was so special to him and his mom. yeah, so, sex him up.post script *
hi, i'm elizabeth, i go by eliza or liz or lizzie but you can call me whatever you can think of, i have like fifty billion nicknames, you don't even know, haha. uhm, i only have one kid now but there is like a 99.999999967% that it won't be like that for long, i have an addiction, i'm working through it. bahaha. anyways, i'm up for like anything, the more dramz the better. i'm normally horrible at these little write ups so if you have any questions you can just PM or add me on msn and we can work out something through thereeee. that's all.
