Post by KAHLUA LOVATO on Mar 18, 2009 22:47:32 GMT -5
Kahlúa Emory Lovato.
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"this is what the birth certificate says. the basics, of course."
FULL NAME. Eugene 'Kahlúa' Emory Lovato
GENDER. Male (barely)
NICKNAMES.Kahlúa, Kooah, Looah, whatever works. Call him Eugene and he'll go apeshit on you, though
AGE. 16
DATE OF BIRTH. Halloween Day, 1:52 in the morning, 1991
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Bisexual
BAND. idk
POSITION. idk
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"i'm sexy, i'm cute. the appearance is everything."
HEIGHT. 5"8
WEIGHT. 152
BODY TYPE.Average?
HAIR COLOR. Dark brown.
EYE COLOR. One eye is a deep, dark brown, while the other is a goldish-yellow brown with blue mixed into it all.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES. His eyes are something that can not be mistaken for belonging to anyone else but him. He has scars in the bend of his left arm, caused by a misunderstanding and a very bad dream. He also has a large scar on his chest from heart surgery. He's coming to terms with the scar slowly, and got stitches tattooed over it very recently- a sign he's not so scared anymore.
PLAY BY. se7en
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"some say it's what's on the inside, counts."
LIKES.
-fire
-'flowy' pens
-accents
-colours
-stuffed animals
-music
-affection
-reading (bet you didn't see that one coming)
-movies
-his brothers; David, Kurt, and Jibborish.
-sex
-food
DISLIKES.
-cold
-secondhand smoke (his own is totally fine)
-being legal
-his body and all of it's flaws
-bodily hair
-being set back mentally and not knowing what's going on
-young hippies
-blood
-stereotypes
-eating
-pain
STRENGTHS. very protective, loyal, determined, hardworking, supportive, creative, fun, honest, reliable, spontaneous, cuddly and affecionate.
WEAKNESSES.
-He went to school up until about grade seven, so he's kind of dumb.
-With his mental illness, he tends to randomly act like he's younger than he is, older than he is, or even (on a rare occasion) a COMPLETELY different person. He's been through a lot, though, so it really isn't bad when you think of how bad it could be.
-It's not very hard to piss him off, and when you do he's all hackles up, teeth bared, right away.
-He tends to get upset and threaten to kill people when he gets really angry.
-Kahlúa is really bad with nervous habits. He wraps hair around his fingers and just tugs, bites his nails/fingertips when he's upset, to the point of having to wear oven mitts like a child with the chicken pox.
HABITS/QUIRKS. Like stated before, he's prone to biting his fingernails/tips and tugging out his hair. He giggles like a little girl. December and March depress him. He makes sound effects randomly, like when he's drawing, throwing things, 'sneaking', etc.. He always blames things on himself.
FEARS.
Life
Death
Himself
Small, closed up spaces
His heart stopping and not starting up again
SECRETS.
He has a heart problem, where it tends to beat whenever it wants to. It will stop for a few seconds, pump ten times quickly, go a normal moderate speed, speed up, stop again, and so on. There's no pattern, and he kind of could use a heart transplant.
Another issue is that he's deaf in one ear (the left). He doesn't know why he feels the need to never tell people, but he does. People tend to think you're more badass if you're ignoring them, but they pity you when you can't hear them.
FULL PERSONALITY.
▪slow... Kahlúa is not a graduate. He's not always in his right mind, also. So, in other words, most days he's very very dumb. He's a genius when you least expect it, though, and normally when you really don't need/want it. Of course, for the most part, is smart rants are normally just Kooah-Logic, which confuses people for the most part.
▪childish... Even when he isn't set back, he tends to be at least a little bit less mature than other people in the room. He still sleeps with stuffed animals, and he has a sacred box of Disney movies (VHS). He doesn't like to act like an adult, mainly now that he's 18. He thinks it will just make him age faster.
▪emotional... You can just assume that with everything he's been through, being a little bit emotional sometimes is healthy. He tries not to over react and cry all over you, but it does happen from time to time. He's not one to spend all of his time being overly emotional, though. And don't worry- he gets overly happy, as well.
▪passionate... When he loves something, you know it. He's got the qualities for any talented artist. He sees beauty in things other people don't, and if he had've been less lazy, he probably would have tried to get into painting or sketching or something like that. Try and make the world beautiful. For some reason, splattering paint everywhere only sells when you've been to art school.
▪determined... When he wants to do something, he will often do it, or plan to in the near future. He's not the type to say he'd like to be a lumberjack someday and then work at an old folk's home until he needs to be put in one himself.
▪intense... Kahlúa is just generally intense. It's not a constant thing, and it's not something you'd notice at first meeting, but as you get to know him you'll pick it up easily. It just makes him all the more exotic.
▪energetic... He's very playful. He likes to climb on people and sturdy objects, run for no reason, or even burn off energy by having sex a couple of times as close together as he can in one day. He's a busy guy sometimes. He can be very fucking lazy though, in which case he likes to refer to himself as a useless lump.
▪secretive... He won't tell you every little detail of his life until he really trusts you, and even then it's iffy. He won't let you know he 'killed' his mother, or that he's deaf and has issues with his heart, nor will he let you know anything about David other than that he can't see him much now. Even when he trusts you, it's very rare he'll tell you everything. He's spent years hiding his life, how could anyone expect him to open up now?
▪talkative... Kahlúa could talk your ear off very easily, mainly when he's set back. Some people (that know about his deafness) think it's because he can't hear out of one ear, so it doesn't much bother him. He'll only spill so much about certain things, though.
▪vengeful... Last, but not least, Kahlúa can hold a grudge for years. He may act like he's okay with whatever it is you've done, but you piss him off again and he'll use it as more of a motive to be mad at you, to get you. He will hunt you down if he so feel the need to, and he will yell at you, and he will hurt you. He's a lot more like David than lots of people give him credit for.[/color][/font]
"history starts now, or when i was born."
PARENTS.
Sage Stepp, deceased
Anthony Lovato, 49, hiding from his children?
SIBLINGS.
Kurtis Lovato, 31, house painter
Jeffree 'Bastard' Micheal Lovato, 29, who cares?
Lindsay 'Bitch' Lovato, 28, stripper
Henry 'Jibborish' Lovato, 23, man-nurse
Sally-Ann 'Cutie' Lovato, deceased
David Lovato, 21, in prison
BIRTHPLACE. Vancouver Island, BC, Canada
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS. none at the moment.
CHILDREN. A son named Kyle that he never sees, and a daughter he doesn't really know is even real and/or his or not.
PETS. Tortuga the turtle, obv.
FULL HISTORY.
The baby of seven, Kahlúa had it rough from the start. His mother was a whore, and his father was white trash. They had no money, a two bedroom apartment, and seven hungry children to watch over. All children were born addictied to morphine or cocaine, spending the first while of their lives going through withdrawl. Kahlúa was only five minutes old when his mother died, her body too tired from having to go through birth all those times. This left his father to watch over him and his brothers.
He was three when his father took his wallet, stash of marijuana and heroin, and car, leaving the children to fend for themselves.
They were there for only two weeks on their own, before the oldest of the children, Kurt, phoned the police, deciding to turn himself and his siblings in. They were shipped off to foster care and separated until Kurt was a legal adult, when he round every single last one of them for a Reunion. Kahlúa doesn't remember much from his childhood before that happened.
There was something Kahlúa always has known, and that was he loved David most. David was like a super hero, in Kahlúa's eyes, and he was amazed he'd lived in foster care without him for so long. David was amazing, everything he wanted to be. But David had a mental disorder. And he didn't like Sally, the youngest of the two girls. A year was all it took before he snapped, stabbing her to death in the kitchen of the Lovato household, Kahlúa only two feet to the back of his brother. He'd been so close, he could clearly see and hear everything little detail. So close, he'd gotten blood spray on his clothes. So close. He was just turned thirteen when it happened.
But, through it all... Through David trashing the kitchen until the police came... Through all the swearing and the violence... Through all of the shit that happened...
Kahlúa still loved David most. He still loves David most.
Having watched his brother kill and then pay for it, Kahlúa had grown his own mental sickness. So, whenever he couldn't deal with things, he acted like he were an adult. Like he was, well, David. He'd do this until he got into big trouble, then he'd break down and act like he was five, sobbing, saying the person that was trying to calm him down had 'scared him by yelling'. The easiest term for it all is him getting 'set back'.
He took on drug addiction, cocaine ruling his life. He was thirteen when he first slept with a man for money. Thirteen when he ended up in the Hospital for his first heart failure. Thirteen, when everyone of his siblings but Kurt gave up on him. He was fourteen when he met Shane.
He thought he'd loved Shane. They first met through another couple, Seth and Matthew, at an ice cream shop. Shane was bulimic, Kahlúa just didn't eat, they were perfect for each other. They ended up falling for each other after making cake mix and eating it (the irony, right?) on Seth's roof, while the actual couple tended to their own needs. Kahlúa felt the need to be close to Shane, and they ended up kissing there on that roof. They weren't ever apart after that. But, they should have been.
Kahlúa got off cocaine for Shane. He stopped hurting himself, stopped sleeping with adults for cash, and he tried so hard to stop hating himself. He did everything he could to keep Shane happy, but when cleaning out his room one day he'd planned to be all alone, he came across a bag of white powder.
White powder he hadn't seen in the longest time.
White powder that he just had to have.
White powder that ruined his fucking life.
That white powder, it had been distracting him. Just as he'd been doing another line, Shane made an unexpected appearance.
So much had went on... Screaming, crying, fighting, threats. Kahlúa's high had been ruined completely and set him off wrong, and he'd ended up threatening to kill Shane. But Shane had tried to do it himself. Kahlúa decided to follow suit; there had been so much blood. He should have known that he couldn't handle it- he'd fallen for a girl a year or so before that, and that had been disaster enough.
They weren't meant to die, and Kahlúa thinks that's why they didn't die. That's why Shane didn't remember anything about Kahlúa. And that's why Kahlúa had forced on a normal act, an act he'd take to be his life. He felt, and he still does feel, that there has to be something good in him to have made it so long. There has to be some reason why he lived and his mother died. There has to be some reason for him to be alive, or else he just might see fit to off himself. He's kind of mentally unstable like that.
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"it's time to meet the puppeteer."
YOUR NAME. Leesha
YOUR AGE. 16
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE. lots.
CONTACT INFO. pm, maybe msn if ilu.
WORD COUNT. four-fiddy
ANYTHING ELSE. I'm a brat x3
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE.
even if he isn't me.
Why Kahlúa now felt the need to take off his hoodie was beyond him, but he did. He was kind of thinking that, maybe, it was because now he was pretty much being challenged to. Smirking, he unzipped it, slipping it off easily and tossing it gently onto Bree. "Put it on," he offered more than ordered, smiling. "It's probably at least somewhat warm." See, he could be caring all at the same time. He was a little worried when he realised how exposed he was, but he didn't show it. He hoped she'd just pay attention to his tattoo or surgery scar, and not the mass of scars in the bend of his left arm. When he even merely thought about it in passing, he felt ghost pain, but he quickly distracted himself with movies.
Batman Begins or Ratatouille? The epic question he was faced with for the day- his life was so difficult, wasn't it? "Ratatouille, of course," he replied, gliding over to the movies and looking for it. "I've only seen it once. I was with a little kid, and it was really easy to follow. Plus, it's not loud and angry and Batman-y." When he found the movie, he easily grabbed it and went back close to Bree. He'd already forgotten about his scars for the time being. Which, was probably better for the both of them. He'd have a better chance of helping Bree out if he wasn't freaking out about one of his mistakes in life. Mind you, it had not been totally his fault. He'd cut himself because he'd over reacted over a nightmare. He really hadn't noticed that he was actually harming himself in any way until Kurt had broken down the door in a panic; Kahlúa had been screaming his lungs out, apparently.
He opened the movie case and then glanced at the TV. He knew right away it was going to be much more complex than his entertainment system, no doubts about it. "Kay, I'm not going to even pretend to be manly. How do you work this thing?" He laughed lightly, not even embarassed by it. Technology didn't go well with him. He was still figuring out how to work iPods, for Pete's sake. "I don't mind if you lay on me, either. I was kind of thinking we'd do something like that." He grinned, "it might make you less cold, too." The sad fact was that he was being completely innocent right now.
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tagged: Bree <3
wordcount:463 -14ish
notes: sorry this sucks so damn bad, yo.
Why Kahlúa now felt the need to take off his hoodie was beyond him, but he did. He was kind of thinking that, maybe, it was because now he was pretty much being challenged to. Smirking, he unzipped it, slipping it off easily and tossing it gently onto Bree. "Put it on," he offered more than ordered, smiling. "It's probably at least somewhat warm." See, he could be caring all at the same time. He was a little worried when he realised how exposed he was, but he didn't show it. He hoped she'd just pay attention to his tattoo or surgery scar, and not the mass of scars in the bend of his left arm. When he even merely thought about it in passing, he felt ghost pain, but he quickly distracted himself with movies.
Batman Begins or Ratatouille? The epic question he was faced with for the day- his life was so difficult, wasn't it? "Ratatouille, of course," he replied, gliding over to the movies and looking for it. "I've only seen it once. I was with a little kid, and it was really easy to follow. Plus, it's not loud and angry and Batman-y." When he found the movie, he easily grabbed it and went back close to Bree. He'd already forgotten about his scars for the time being. Which, was probably better for the both of them. He'd have a better chance of helping Bree out if he wasn't freaking out about one of his mistakes in life. Mind you, it had not been totally his fault. He'd cut himself because he'd over reacted over a nightmare. He really hadn't noticed that he was actually harming himself in any way until Kurt had broken down the door in a panic; Kahlúa had been screaming his lungs out, apparently.
He opened the movie case and then glanced at the TV. He knew right away it was going to be much more complex than his entertainment system, no doubts about it. "Kay, I'm not going to even pretend to be manly. How do you work this thing?" He laughed lightly, not even embarassed by it. Technology didn't go well with him. He was still figuring out how to work iPods, for Pete's sake. "I don't mind if you lay on me, either. I was kind of thinking we'd do something like that." He grinned, "it might make you less cold, too." The sad fact was that he was being completely innocent right now.
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tagged: Bree <3
wordcount:463 -14ish
notes: sorry this sucks so damn bad, yo.
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