Post by rufino león araya on Jun 11, 2012 11:33:45 GMT -5
[/justify]RUFINO LEON ARAYA
Carry me, caravan, take me away. Take to me Portugal, take me to Spain. Take me, Spanish Caravan. Yes, I know you can.
| B A S I C S |
Name Rufino Leon Araya Guerrero (Although, he doesn't traditionally add the Guerrero part, since it's his mother's surname)
Nicknames Most people call him Rafi or Rafa as they can't pronounce his first name correctly.
PB Rafael Nadal
Age Twenty-one
Sex Male
Occupation Bartender
Hometown Palm Springs, Florida| P E R S O N A L I T Y |
There was a time when Rafi was the It Boy of the It Boys. Daddy's money got him in to the finest clubs, all the cars, and featured in all of the glossy gossip magazines. But when Daddy's money was discovered to have originated from highly illegal sources, Rafi was forced to undergo a drastic change in his life. From pampered prince to scrappy mouse, he has ended up from a mansion on the beaches of Palm Beach to a cruddy apartment in Orange Island for which he can barely cover the rent even as a full-time bartender at one of the local pubs, even while living with his good friend Caden. Despite what he may say, the experience has been good for him as a person as he had become humbled and abruptly very understanding of the everyday person. Over the past few months, Rafi has been experiencing a very intense life-training program to becoming a good person. Having grown up rude, selfish, and egocentric, he is very slowly becoming a kinder, softer breed of person. Although, like everyone, he is subject to his failings, Rafi has found that his new existence is not as unbearable as he first thought is was going to be and is actually feeling exuberant over the things he had been attaining.
Even though money is tight these days, Rafi is always out and about, socializing and partying, but he never seems to really enjoy himself. He has a tendency to dedicate himself to whims and falls in to bleak states of depression when they lose their luster. His lack of dedication to anything has left him with very few things he's good at and very many things in which he mediocre at. Many of his new acquaintances in Orange Island have lost patience with him, but he always manages to scores invitations to the best parties around the town. It's very clear that, as a result of his huge life transition, there are many holes and blanks in his existence and he can be very contradicting at times. Some days, he is diffident and altruistic, and than other days he is arrogant and conceited. And, of course, there is the small little matter of his attitude problem. The fact that he did grow up very well to do has made him to have this sense of entitlement, even more so now that he is working for his living and can be subject to hissy-fits from time to time. Fortunately for society, Rafi is not very intelligent and doesn't exactly have the education to do anything about his current situation. It's not so much that he's dumb; sometimes it just takes him a little while to get the answer. Although he can be sassy, frustrating, and self-obsessed from time to time, Rafi's heart really is in the right place. When the mood strikes him, he can be a warm and jovial spirit that wears his heart on his sleeve and is quite exposed to getting his his heart crushed, especially by women. Yet, there is a certain man-child paradox to him that makes him a character of sweet humility on the inside and this extremely testosterone-driven male on the outside. He is constantly romping around in these muscle-vests with open sides that give the best possible view of those outstandingly lean and hunky biceps. The headbands he wears, taming the combat-like-ragged hair, and the decided war-grunge look is unambiguous maleness. He's an in-your-face testosterone overdose on his exterior and carries himself in a wanna-feel-my-sixpack-abs? strut. He has so much energy all day. He's sprinting around the apartment, screaming at the top of his lungs, kicking soccer balls all around, and high stepping up and down the stairs. It's like he might have a little bit of OCD; the guy's out of control sometimes.
Despite his party-child history and experience with alcohol and hard drugs like cocaine, Rafi oozes an innocent, refined charm that compensates for his low intellectual capacity. Just because he does not attend the local university does not mean he doesn't enjoy exploring the vast university campus. His social butterfly mentality and his eagerness, and willingness, to go up and meet new people has lead him to be just as familiar with the local university students as he would have been if he was attending classes himself. Despite this confident nature, he is very much subject to moments of vacillation if he encounters a friends or acquaintance from his past life. The "Fall of Rafi" has been a gleeful report by the glossies that had once been his friend and there are times where Rafi has his serious doubts whether or not he'll ever be able to relinquish the self-respect and the happiness he once had embraced as a rich, locally famous face. But then he sometimes wonders if he has ever really been happy ever in his life and all the disorder begins in the simpleton.
Although Rafi would never do anything outrageously against the law like his daddy did, he is a bit of a hooligan that likes to cause rife. Practical jokes, pranks, and general mischief is this boy's pastime. His pranks are never intended to hurt anybody as he has never been pushed far enough to have any desire to serve a dish of cold revenge. There is a side of him that is completely unable to find a way to logically use violence and so all of his criminal activity is victimless. He is a little bit of a liar though. It's never about big things nor does he lie with malicious intent, but most days he is completely incapable of telling you the colour of his socks without being untruthful about it. The deep-seated hunger for being liked convinces him, more often than not, that he needs to be more than he actually is to be liked. In his mind, the lying can make up for his own shortcomings.
Before anyone passes any judgement on him, it's important to comment that change does not come overnight. There are still many, many flaws in Rafi's character, but give him the time of day and he'll show you just how big his heart really is.
Talents & Skills:
. Despite the very conservative household in which he grew up, Rafi is very open-minded and accepting of diverse beliefs, religions, sexuality, and more. He is very good at viewing things from all angles and loves all of his friends equally, regardless of their backgrounds and ways of living.
. Rafi is quite witty and has a charming, innocent sense of humor. He likes to laugh and tease and gets pleasure from getting people to laugh with his absurd antics.
. Although he hasn't entirely grasped the concept of gratitude, he is beginning to learn it. The longer he lives this working-class lifestyle, the more he understands how to be aware and thankful of the good things that happen to him and taking the time to express thanks to those that have helped him in his biggest time of need.
. His social intelligence is exceeding. He is very aware of the motives and feelings of other people and of oneself. He has a magical way of talking to people and inspiring them. His eagerness to meet new people and make friends.
. He is a complete flirt without being a slut. He loves to flirt and make-out with women without actually sleeping with them. He doesn't easily give his heart away and when he's in a relationship, he is very serious and committed to it.
Weaknesses:
. Focused on self. It's not that he doesn't care about other people, but sometimes he gets so focused and wrapped up in his own self and well being that he doesn't notice others and their needs. This ignorance can get him in trouble with his friends and acquaintances.
. Rafi is just not very book smart. He's not mindless, but he's a hopeless case when it comes to math, science, and most school subjects.
. He is very emotionally sensitive, to the point of getting hurt all the time. He can't just wear an insult on the chin, any little comment can shake is psyche down to the very core.
. Telling the truth is something he doesn't always do. It's never big things, but little things here and there to make himself appear "better" to people.
Likes:
. Soccer
. Himself
. Music
. Aphasia, Angelos, and Peter Gabriel
. Artificially flavoured, cheap, fast-food hamburgers (He's really a bold, culinary adventurer. He swears!)
. His momma
. Wrapping up and snuggling in on cold days
. Snuggling
. Early mornings and late nights
. Playing sports
Dislikes:
. Foreign foods with eyes, organs, or other gangly objects still attached
. Crying in front of people
. Going through conditioner as fast as he does
. His daddy
. Yoga
. Middle of the day heat
. Beer
. Thunderstorms
| H I S T O R Y |
For Rufino Leon Araya Guerrero, happiness meant living in Palm Springs, Florida in his parents’ uppercrust mansion home on the beach with his only problem ever having been those smart-asses who made fun of his name. Everything in life for Rufino, better known as Rafi, was fantastic until his father was arrested for embezzling millions of dollars and perpetrating financial schemes that netted the family estate something like eight hundred million dollars. But Rafi’s story begins long before the embezzlement, chicanery, and incarceration of his father. In fact, his story begins sixty-two years ago when Alejandro and Anna Maria Araya-Guerrero, impecunious and impoverished Spaniards in their early twenties moved to Palm Springs, Florida in seek of work. Spain, going through a financial crisis, offered little and many western Europeans like Alejandro and Anna Maria were beginning to move towards the more promising America. With an one thousand dollar loan, Alejandro bought a timber trading firm business and, as the company grew under his aggressive and ruthless business tactics, he began buying up smaller firms in the 1970s. A financial predator, Alejandro sold the timber-trading firm for three hundred thousand dollars in the late eighties. Not a year later, he had founded PDG, a high-end jewelry and bijoux supplier that included brands like Gucci, Omega, and Bergio. The rags to riches story of the Araya-Guerrero’s was highly publicized and a southwest phenomenon and the family became local celebrities for their truly hard to believe story.
Twenty one years ago, the Araya Guerrero’s welcomed their first, and their only as it would be, child to the world. Rufino Leon Araya Guerrero charmed the public with his sweet meekness and boyish giggle. Rufino, who was nicknamed Rafi in a press-article about him when he was three years old (and it ended up sticking), grew up under the glare of publicity and he adored it. He allured the press with his sweet smiles, facetious facial expressions, and his offbeat sense of humour. The first thirteen years of the Spanish boy’s life were very easy. He was educated by a private tutor in the family’s unsightly mansion on the seaboard and was trained five days a week by a coach to play soccer and, for some time, showed great promise in the sport. Although he ended up giving up the sport later in life, the former famed coach for the American’s Olympic Soccer team, frequently encouraged Rafi to continue with the sport as he could very well make a great player. Unfortunately, it was never meant to be. After a particularly bad ankle injury while playing soccer when he was eleven years old, Rafi was left with an ankle broke in four places, seven screws, and life-long arthritis in his right ankle, he vowed to never play the sport seriously again. At the tender age of eleven with a severely broken ankle, he learned, for the first time, his love of money. Prior, his parent’s money never meant anything to him since be was too occupied with soccer, but he quickly learned the art of buying entertainment. With a virtually unlimited allowance, Rafi had his parents buy him lots of things: televisions, computers, video games, and even an entire water park.
With his father away on business trips for most of his childhood, Rafi grew particularly close to his mother and particularly distant with his father. On the brief stays that his father was at home, Rafi would become peculiarly difficult. In a way, he felt betrayed by his father for never being around to appreciate all of his accomplishments: from his soccer games to his school award ceremony, his father was never there and, as much as Rafi tried, he couldn’t purchase his father’s time or love. When he was thirteen, his father decided it would be best, despite Anna Maria’s dissent, that Rafi should go to a private boarding school to straighten out his attitude. His father argued that, if Rafi was ever to take over and lead PDG, that his vitriol had to be curbed at a young age and he had to be shaped in to a gentleman. But for thirteen-year-old Rafi, the all-male boarding school was a daylong party. The boys were rich, and the parties were expensive. After classes, the boys would go out and mingle downtown with the local girls, which quickly developed Rafi’s sense of flirting. The boarding school was having exactly the opposite effect on Rafi than his father had hoped and having to bail him out of trouble with the boarding school on several occasions for underage drinking, public indecency, and vandalism, Alejandro finally withdrew now seventeen-year-old Rafi from the school only a semester from his graduation.
Rafi resumed his highschool education once more with a private tutor and graduated two weeks after turning eighteen. Despite his father’s encouragement to continue on with university, Rafi declined the offer and resumed his favourite hobby: spending money. Instead of videogames and water parks, he was buying cars and clothes. Around this time he started dating another Floridian starlet named Alexia, whose modeling career was just beginning to take shape. The couple was a fashionable union and their lavish evenings out in all the best private clubs and their extortionate exclusive parties were highly publicized and sought after. At this point in his life, Rafi was famous for being famous. Arguably, this was the best year of Rafi’s life to date because, on the verge of being nineteen, an affluent family’s worst nightmare began to evolve. It started as a small whisper in a modest newspaper: fraud. The story quickly exploded and spread like wildfire and, quickly, the Araya-Guerrero estate was fighting claims of fraudulence and multimillion dollar embezzlement. In November of that same year, not six months after the initial claim, Alejandro Araya-Guerrero was convicted, along with four other big time executives, of fraud, money laundering, and conspiracy. Ordered to pay 3.21 billion dollars in restitution and forced to serve a twenty-five year prison sentence, the Araya estate was demolished. The family’s homes in Spain and Palm Beach were seized as assets, most of the cars were sold, and PDG was indefinitely shut down.
With nowhere to go, his mother, Anna Maria, returned to Spain to live with her parents, but Rafi refused the offer to leave with her. Instead, he moved back to Orange Island to escape the issuing of the wreckage of the Araya Empire. In one final twist, his now two-year girlfriend, Alexia, broke up with him over the ordeal. With three thousand dollars in cash, several suitcases of his things, a laptop, and a heavy heart, Rafi made it to Orange Island. He stayed in a motel for three weeks before managing to find a roommate by the name of Caden who was willing to take him in for split rent. Under Caden’s guidance and recommendations, Rafi was able to charm the pants off of the female owner of a local bar and land himself a job as a bartender. On the verge of twenty-one, Rafi didn’t understand the concept of working, but he was too shaken by the ordeal to not put his best foot forward and make it work. Only three months after the crash of his family’s empire and Rafi has found that he enjoys being a bartender and has, very quickly, learned to appreciate the value of a dollar. He has, and still is, going through changes so immense that he is more than just a little lost on his journey called life. Still, even with all the troubles and problems that have arisen, Rafi still finds reasons to joke, laugh, and be the charming little man-child that he always was.| E X T R A S |
. Definitely is the crowned king of facial expressions. He sort of wears all of his emotions on his sleeve and is complete rubbish and hiding his states of mind as they all, inevitably, are expressed in his face.
. He's too poor at this point to even buy a haircut, but doesn't seem to care.
. He'll do virtually anything in public.
. Spanish is his first language. His mother and father are both Spaniards who moved to America in their early twenties. The family used to own a mansion in the city of Leon, Spain, where Rafi used to visit every year and, essentially, where his middle name was derived from.
. He does have a soft spot for classical music and if he were ever to commit suicide, he would do so at an opera. Because, you know, where else?
. Has a pet snake named Lobo.
| S K I L L S |
Let's not, I haven't finished my pizza.| P L A Y E R |
Name Viva
Age Twenty
Gender Female
How you found us I LOVE YOU ALL.. sexually.
Who else do you play? Chai & Orion. The trifecta has been completed!
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