Post by theo on May 11, 2010 18:07:09 GMT -5
Robbie Marcus Velasco
FULL NAME: Robbie Marcus Velasco
NICKNAMES: Rob
AGE: Twenty-Two
PREFERENCE: Bisexual
HOMETOWN: Miami, Florida
CLASS STATUS: Middle
CURRENT STATUS: Single
MEMBER GROUP: College Junior
PLAY BY: Renato Ferreira
FAVORITE FOOD?
Whopper Juniors
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
Negative
FAVORITE COLOR?
Dark Purple
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
On many occasions...
FAVORITE DRINK?
Jack on the Rocks
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
Out of college, with a good career, and in a steady relationship.
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
Labor Day
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
I have a birthmark that looks like a tiny giraffe on my inner right thigh.
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
Dusk/Dawn, when night and day mix.
NAME A FANTASY?
Me, Angelina Jolie, and Brad Pitt. Three People. One Night. Endless Possibilities.
Knoxville. That place was Alaina's own personal hell. The routine was the same everyday. Wake up, Go to School, Come home, Eat, Sleep. She was intelligent, talented, and beautiful, but the chains that held her down were the ones from this small town outside of Knoxville. Her potential was wasted on school talent shows and County Fairs. She craved the Big Times. New York. California. Any where besides here. She needed out, and that wish would come true. Sooner than anticipated.
It was Alaina's twenty-first birthday. She spent it in a shack on the outskirts of her town. The bed smelt horrid, like death. She laid nude waiting for her suitor, Tom Atkins. He was full of a strong liquor and ready for action. He wasn't some nasty old perv, Alaina found herself the perfect male to take her virginity. He climbed into the bed with Alaina and began kissing her viciously, lacking the love he spoke of throughout their relationship. He was too rough his touch was scaring Alaina. "Stop. Tommy, Stop!" Her voice cracked as his hand touched a sensitive part aggressively. "Please! Tommy! No!" Her voice was full of sobs now. She regretted the decisions she had made lead up to this. Lying, sneaking, and stealing. All part of Tommy's, the douche bag, plan.
The next moments were a blur. Instead of her screams, Tommy's screamed echoed through the shack. The screams dyed out and silence enveloped the empty night air. Blood was every where, seemingly covering all of Aliana's naked body.
"I am a Siren. Beautiful is my voice, talented are my hands, and deadly is my song." The words were sang to Alaina. "You are my body. You possess my voice. You are talented as I. But Death to those men whom listen too long." The voice added.
Hollywood. After two years more and many more feedings, Alaina landed where she longed to be. She shares an apartment in Hollywood Heights with a passionate aspiring actress. The girl is rarely ever home, she is usually out partying or ogling over some actor. The only thing men were good for were their delicious meat(no pun intended). Alaina's dream as a singer faded, when the siren had become a part of her. Being noticed here would cause Alaina to massacre many. she hadn't the time nor patience to lure every male into her home and devour them.
Now, Alaina has tried females before, even though the siren within tries hard to avoid them. Females are much less filling, but a lot more tender. Like male was steak and female was lamb. Horrid analogy. And tonight Alaina was in the club looking for the tougher meat. She had found him leaning drunken against the bar.
"Sing me a song, Suga." The heavily intoxicated man brought back the memories of Tommy; the vile words, the over aggressive hands, the way he tasted, and feeling that she felt during the blood haze. It was exhilarating , completely and udder perfection.
Alaina eyed Mister No-Name, or was he Mister She-Didn't care. Alaina felt the song of the Siren build up in her chest, her lips parted and the song was faint almost inaudible.
"On the floating, shapeless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes."
The man's eye closed as he swayed slowly, the song wrapping him in a blanket of content and comfort. Alaina continued to sing,
"Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?"
They reached a lone alleyway. Alaina smelled the air that blew from the alley. Devoid of any other humans. Perfect. Alaina pulled the sung drunk male into the alley and the were enveloped in shadows. The siren took control, teeth grew razor sharp, hands formed into claws, and skin become partially covered in scales.
This male was done, luckily he couldn't feel the pain until it was to late.
hey, it's Theo and this guy has been at it for
four years now. they are eighteen years old.
