Yves Romero; 5th
Apr 17, 2014 7:51:57 GMT -5
Post by VisiblePepper on Apr 17, 2014 7:51:57 GMT -5
Age: 15
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 5 (power)
Appearance:
Colorful, strange, overall odd. I don't really listen to people's stupid opinions about my clothing choices. What is it to them? If I like what I put on, then screw you. Personally, I'm glad I look more different than anyone else in the district. I wish I had the option to get some of those capital supplies; I could make more of my own clothing and not have to look like these black and grey monotone outfits that litter the city around me. I'd rather stuff myself than buy it, but limited money and supplies suck. Usually I'll be wearing some bright as day shirts with some of my custom logos on it. If it pisses someone off or makes them uncomfortable, then yeah I love it. I don't wear long pants at all really, it's almost always shorts weather, even if it's snowing. I don't get cold much, so I wear shirtsleeves almost always. I wear fitted caps when the sun is out, and long socks with short shoes are just the bomb, and if you disagree with me screw you.
Colorful, strange, overall odd. I don't really listen to people's stupid opinions about my clothing choices. What is it to them? If I like what I put on, then screw you. Personally, I'm glad I look more different than anyone else in the district. I wish I had the option to get some of those capital supplies; I could make more of my own clothing and not have to look like these black and grey monotone outfits that litter the city around me. I'd rather stuff myself than buy it, but limited money and supplies suck. Usually I'll be wearing some bright as day shirts with some of my custom logos on it. If it pisses someone off or makes them uncomfortable, then yeah I love it. I don't wear long pants at all really, it's almost always shorts weather, even if it's snowing. I don't get cold much, so I wear shirtsleeves almost always. I wear fitted caps when the sun is out, and long socks with short shoes are just the bomb, and if you disagree with me screw you.
I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears big as hell. Got a couple of tattoos that I did myself; you know, those kind of tattoos that you get when you're younger but then immediately regret? Yeah, they're wonderful. I got one of those big smiles that people just love to ask me to show them. I hate that; I only smile when I'm actually happy, screw what you want. I'm not really muscle-built, but I'm pretty good for a skinny guy. Kind of ashy to be honest. My voice is baritone and a bit raspy, sometimes reaching bass notes when I'm angry. My eyes can be described as alive or dead, varying between, not necessarily in line with my emotions.
Personality:
Knock knock, who's there? It's me, right in your face. I'll speak my mind whenever I feel like it, and I really don't have a filter. What's the point? If you can't be honest with the people and strangers around you, then you're about as fake as plastic implants. I am outspoken in basically everything I do, although I find myself complying with the people close to me for some damn closure. Anyone else, screw your rules and what you want me to be. I'm not someone that can be controlled or censored.
Knock knock, who's there? It's me, right in your face. I'll speak my mind whenever I feel like it, and I really don't have a filter. What's the point? If you can't be honest with the people and strangers around you, then you're about as fake as plastic implants. I am outspoken in basically everything I do, although I find myself complying with the people close to me for some damn closure. Anyone else, screw your rules and what you want me to be. I'm not someone that can be controlled or censored.
People like to call me evil and a rotten soul, even they don't know what the hell I've been through. I'll get to that later though. I really do enjoy hanging with my friends; they're my crew, my real family. My actual family doesn't care about me at all. And honestly, I could care less, although if I one day decided to contact them, I'd hope they'd answer. Rebellion is fun and it just makes for a better time in life, so why not be part of those movements? And no, I'm not talking about all those uprisings and whatnot, I'm talking about some good ass fun. Those major social rebellions aren't going to make anything better than it already is, so it's pointless. As much as I dislike the capital, I really don't listen to them anyway, so it's not my place to try to go and fix them.
I don't really like to talk about myself much, regardless of how much joking I do about myself. Inside, I think I'm a nice guy. I try my best to be compassionate, but sometimes it just doesn't come out that way. Most people aren't really on my level of intellect, even if it is street intellect. Most people nowadays are just mindless, following orders and just..living. That ain't me. I'm going to do something with my life, whether I move districts, or if I do something incredible, my name is going to be out there.
History:
My name don't rhyme with leaves. It's pronounced *eve*. You know, I always question why I got such a weird name. Like honestly mom, dad, what the hell were you thinking? Oh, I know what you were thinking. Let's just get pregnant and figure the rest out later. That's where I come from; accident but something uncherished after I was born. What, you think crawling around on a dirty floor in the basement was fun? Nah, not at all son. My parent's lived pretty well upstairs, but because I wasn't planned, I got the 'unplanned' room, which is code for 'unfinished and unfurnished'. The only things that really kept me company were
My name don't rhyme with leaves. It's pronounced *eve*. You know, I always question why I got such a weird name. Like honestly mom, dad, what the hell were you thinking? Oh, I know what you were thinking. Let's just get pregnant and figure the rest out later. That's where I come from; accident but something uncherished after I was born. What, you think crawling around on a dirty floor in the basement was fun? Nah, not at all son. My parent's lived pretty well upstairs, but because I wasn't planned, I got the 'unplanned' room, which is code for 'unfinished and unfurnished'. The only things that really kept me company were
some markers, crayons, paper, and some white t shirts.
You wanna know what the funniest part about that all is? Whenever I told them that they were crap parents and that they didn't care about me, they got offended. Offended, really? Are you kidding me right now? They hit me and I hit 'em back. It would always end with Mom saying sorry and Dad going to his office, but whatever really. Almost every day I would leave and just wander around the power plants, the ditches, and the other abandoned places in the area. It gave me lots of time to think about myself and how I wanted to be nothing like them. You know why my parent's were worse than you think? They liked to go around and tell people how crappy of a son I was. Are you kidding me right now? Who the hell does that to their family. The Romero family, that's who.
Nowadays though I just chill with some friends whenever I get time. Got into smoking at this young age, but who cares really? We're the odd children out of the normal children that walk around us all high and mighty. They ain't special, they ain't better than me and my boys. We make clothing for fun, we got our own style, we do things together and stick together whenever we can. You know, there's nothing to special about me besides the fact that Yves Romero is just the definition of special, more the definition of weird, the opposite of perfect. And yknow, I'm okay with that. I'll live the rest of my life knowing that I'm not going to fit in. It'll be fun haha.
Codeword: Odair
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