DE MARCO, angel r.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 460px; padding: 10px; background-color: #e1e1e1; border-top: 10px #fb5457 solid; border-bottom: 10px #fb5457 solid;] DE MARCO, ANGEL OTHER - RANCH HAND this character is played by RUSSIA PERSONAL INFORMATION NICKNAME: angel greatly dislikes the implications, particularly the feminine variety, associated with his given name and will generally express his distaste for it whenever it is mentioned...rather loudly in fact. he has instead taken to being called Marco or even his middle name Rodriguez. AGE: Twenty-three GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Asexual PLAYBY: Mizuki - DMMD PERSONALITY INFORMATION POSITIVE: + Walking the route that he’s chosen for himself means that not everything that is needed will be readily available. Be it food, clothing, shelter or ammunition, Angel’s picked up the skills to survive by any means necessary and can be startlingly resourceful. Who knew you could wire a disposable camera, some tape and a few paper clips to create a makeshift stun gun? + While far from being considered the shy type, Angel has a relatively quiet persona. He’ll socialize as he pleases, offering input where he believes is needed but typically he’s happy to just lurk in the background and bask in the company of others. But as the old saying goes: It's the quiet ones you've got to watch out for. + His moral fiber is questionable at best and he openly mocks the virtues people preach however despite this he’s as loyal as they come. A bond to him is worth all the money in the world and he isn’t afraid to lie or steal, sometimes even kill, on their behalf. + It isn't easy but Angel is far more tolerant than people give him credit for. It doesn’t pay to have the brief satisfaction of seeing someone else in pain if he ends up in prison again, a place he’d much rather avoid if at all possible. That said, he’s changed for the better in this way where he lets comments and rude remarks slide…mostly. + Angel might be a bastard with the emotional range of your average sociopath but thankfully he won’t leave his victims/associates/persons of interest, in the dark for very long. He’s a pretty straightforward man all things considered. If he wants something he will readily let those around him know and do what he must to get the desired results. If he doesn’t like you he won’t beat around the bush about his feelings, will verbally inform said individual, and maybe knock their teeth in for good measure. Yeah, he’s that kind of guy. + It confuses people to associate the term murderer with the word warmhearted, especially when in the same breath. As shallow as his emotions (excluding anger, jealousy and lust) appear to be, Angel can be rather affectionate in his own quirky way. Little things that most might overlook like a change in how he speaks, offering assistance for small tasks, maybe even a hello that isn’t immediately followed by an insulting nickname, are just a few ways of him saying ‘I like you enough to not hate you completely’. + You’re supposedly only a kid once and Angel wasn’t much of one when he started out so consider this making up for lost time. As serious and surly as he tends to be, Angel is pretty boisterous when the opportunity presents itself. Be it running around chasing toddlers or friendly rough housing, he is quick to be swept into games and distractions, showing off a more rambunctious side of himself. NEGATIVE: − His manners leave much to be desired. Putting it plainly, Angel just has no fucks to give for you or your silly little feelings and will generally opt to express himself however he pleases. Naturally this makes people as comfortable around him as they would be if they chose to scrub themselves with steel wool. He’s abrasive, accepts this and doesn’t change unless there’s a real reason to shape up. − More often than not Angel is wearing a little invisible sign around his neck that reads: Does not play well with others. This isn’t to say that he can’t be a cooperative, productive member of society; it’s just that he doesn’t always put his best foot forward and remains aloof and unconcerned with the things around him if he can at all help it. − He’s never been a particularly nice individual and it shows most when he’s thrown caution to the wind and decided to embrace what he knows best: violence. It’s something he understands and feels comfortable with even if it’s detrimental to his already precarious status as a free man. His belligerent attitude rears up whenever he’s feeling pressured or feeling displaced (which is almost always). − While Angel can be damnably loyal, achieving that level of trust is no easy feat. He firmly believes that humanity is nothing but parasites, feeding greedily on one another to satisfy themselves and that no act of kindness is done without the giver expecting something in return. He’s cynical and jaded, having had any optimism he might’ve owned crushed one too many times by those who knew it was easier to bring him down to their level rather than build him up to be something better than a thief and a gangster. − Truth, for the most part, is overrated. People ask for it, demand it, kill for it, but when they finally have it many choose to ignore it in favor of the softer, more believable lie. And so what is the use of honesty when he can achieve virtually the same results by being deceitful? − Angel is a vengeful man. He may not follow any code of honor or moral order that compels him to be so ruthless but is unwise to get on his bad side; typically you will not stay there long. − Be they questions, bullets, or angry exs looking for money, Angel has perfected the art of being an evasive little weasel and getting out of the stickiest situations. LIKES: • living in the city • sneaking alcohol • playing basketball • foot ball (not the American sort) • playing the guitar (acoustic) • mathematics • small domestic farm animals • trying exotic dishes • drinking whenever possible • tricking others out of valuables • adrenaline (bit of a junkie) DISLIKES: • invasive questions • living on the street • harming children • authority figures • being talked down to • tedious chores (ie: laundry, cooking, ect) • overly friendly people • rolling up his sleeves • racism/racist jokes • nature OTHER INFORMATION HISTORY: The general consensus in most social groups is that an individual who immerses themselves in criminal activity is rarely capable of being reformed. Career criminals, the label affixed to the dishearteningly large quantity of youths and young adults who, for one reason or another, become dragged into the downward spiral of drugs, violence and gang related activity. It’s much easier to fall into such patterns than it is to climb out, an experience that has been burned into his skin so that he can never truly escape the things that he’s done. For the majority of his life, perhaps even still, Angel has been listed as a statistic. He most he was little more than a numeral figure among the great many minorities and hardly expected to make himself a productive member of society. As much as it burns him to admit it his record proves their theories and research. But then again, so did many of the kids in his neighborhood at the time. Twenty miles outside of San Diego, California was the start of everything. Angel Rodriguez De Marco was yet another result of underage drinking and unprotected sex. His mother was seventeen, hadn’t even finished high school and had been like so many others at the time, without proper parental figures to steer her away from the hype of California’s nightlife. His father, the bastard, met the teenager at a club, swept the girl off her feet and played with her over the course of a month long period before ditching her at the first sign of oncoming fatherhood. Needless to say Angel didn’t have the most stable of families from the start. His mother’s family didn’t have money to get an abortion. Even if they did they wouldn’t have wasted it on the procedure since they were very devote Christians and were fiercely against the practice. It was also greatly frowned upon that she’d gotten pregnant to begin with and her father tossed her out when she confessed. She lived in shelters, when there was no room there on the streets or abandoned buildings. Even with all of that she still had a healthy baby, enrolled in a parental organization and got the assistance she needed to begin a life. She wasn’t home a lot. She worked two jobs neither of which paying very much but it was enough to provide a decent living for them. Angel’s childhood wasn’t all that different from anyone else’s, he barely remembers playing in the streets with the neighborhood kids or stealing from the crappy convenience store twelve blocks from his apartment but they were decidedly better than the years that followed his eighth birthday. His mother had hooked up with another man and it consumed even more of her time. He’d be lying (something he did often whether meaning to or not) if he said he approved of their relationship and went to great lengths to show just how much he disliked the man whenever he stepped into their home. Not that it mattered any. His mother would just leave him in the apartment and go to wherever her boyfriend lived and come back in the early morning. She got pregnant again, this time at least the man stayed. Sort of. The family of three moved into the father’s household and things actually looked like they would work out. Angel grew to accept the man but refused to call him ‘dad’ much to everyone’s annoyance. Still he tried to get along, the man made his mother happy and he hadn’t left them so Angel didn’t go out of his way to make them miserable with his troublemaking. A few months later his sister was born and things were looking up for the most part but around the time Angel turned ten his father started bringing his ‘friends’ over. The man always seemed to be home. As far as Angel understood he didn’t have a legitimate job and yet always had wads of cash tied with rubber bands. Whenever he walked in from school the man was usually on the couch, music blaring, smoking something that didn’t quite smell like the average cigarette and surrounded by a rough looking bunch with all manners of piercing and tattoos. Eventually, curiosity overcame his sense of self-preservation and he got to know the group who more or less treated him like a mascot, not that he minded all that much. The group was a lot more entertaining than any of his friends at school and when he could manage he’d skip and wait at home for them to arrive just so he could listen and join in the banter. He learned rather quickly that they were gangsters, it wasn’t hard to deduce with the way they carried themselves and the colors they wore to signify their affiliation. It didn’t seem dangerous to him then and as he got older he started going to school less, fighting with his mom more and walking the streets with the gangsters who he treated more like family then his actual relatives. And they were all too happy to help him join the fold. He started small, errands, drop offs, lookout and little odd jobs here and there. When he was fifteen they gave him more responsibility. Delivering coke and marijuana were the most frequent, police officers didn’t stop kids with backpacks who looked like they were going to school and the gang used that to their advantage and inflated the boy’s ego – though it was hardly needed, he liked them and would do virtually anything for them. It didn’t hurt that they paid him for his troubles too. Things escalated, delivering narcotics was followed by car jacking, stripping stolen cars of valuable metals – he became quite good at this in particular – and breaking and entering. He started doing some of the drugs himself, shooting up or getting stoned, clubbing when he was obviously underage, drinking, you name it he did it more than once. He was seventeen when he got a girl pregnant and was greatly reminded of his biological father – or lack thereof – and didn’t want to be seen similarly. He took responsibility, he provided for the girl and child even though their feelings no longer connected. But just because he took responsibility in this respect didn’t mean he ignored the things he had been doing up until this point. He couldn’t really do much else seeing as how he didn’t have a high school diploma and no real work experience to go by. Besides, money was money and with that logic trying to start an entirely new profession seemed like a waste of time. So Angel kept thieving, dealing drugs (and doing them though slightly less than before) and things seemed to be cycling in that direction for a long while. Unfortunately, like most gangs there are territory issues and when business runs slow in their own sectors it isn’t an uncommon practice to go into neighboring locations to broaden the flow of money. This of course becomes conflict to the resident gangs of that area and he is to blame for the results of the events that followed. Seeing as the flow of money had begun to dwindle, what with police either arresting his clients or the clients themselves OD-ing or going to rehab, he needed to expand. It was reckless, he knew that but he’d grown accustomed to going with few repercussions. He traveled between Encinitas and La Jolla, occasionally slipping around Solana Beach to deal his stuff and made a hefty profit. But in doing so the gangs controlling these areas lost revenue seeing as their clients were getting their grass from someone else now. They eventually caught on. The tensions rose and their rivals started to return the favor, doing various activities in their turf and stealing business. Even though the perpetrator (Angel) could have been handled without much fuss, the pride of men is legendary and vile. Threats were exchanged, punches were thrown, at some point the stabbings entered the mix and then it was a full on turf war. Angel killed people, he’s not ashamed but he did feel a gnawing guilt. His crimes were answered with blood and gunfire, friends were killed, families were torn and the cycle only continued ad revenge fueled those involved. And then they hit him where it hurt the most. On a Sunday evening when the violence had actually started to lessen, their opponents did a drive-by of his house. How they got his address he’ll never know and he hadn’t been home at the time, not that it would have changed anything. His ex-girlfriend took two bullets but survived the shooting, his daughter wasn’t so fortunate and had been playing in the living room when a bullet tore through the window and ended her life. The days that followed were a blur. He was nineteen and caught in a whirlwind with very little hope of seeing his next sunrise. Most weren’t as lucky as he was to even reach his age with the way he had operated. He never actually found the guys who’d killed his little girl, he got arrested and went to prison, four years on assault and attempted murder though they couldn’t completely prove the rest of the allegations against him. His tattoos were acquired during his stay there and he had plenty of near misses and unsavory things happen to him through the course of his stay but survived it. But there really wasn’t much waiting for him on the outside. His mother didn’t want him back, his sort-of father had died a year after he got locked up, he didn’t know what became of his ex and really had no desire to see her again as guilt over the death of their child weighed heavily on his heart. He really didn’t have much to do. He would have gone back to being a gangster, the only thing he knew how to do but an impulsive choice to get far, far away from the fighting spurred him to go toward the country. He had some money still put away and ended up in the sleepy little valley with what he had managed to scrape together. FEARS: • Angel has seen firsthand what becomes of a man lost to the needle in his arm, how low you can sink just to feed the beast that craves another hit. He’s walked that path, is rightly ashamed of the things he did to appease the urge and now is fittingly terrified of spiraling back there. The insides of his arms are a mural of scars from the drugs he used to do and he is truly afraid of becoming an addict again. • He’s had a few brushes with death, near misses where he didn’t expect to wake up the next day and is always pleasantly surprised but is grateful for his life nonetheless. Despite having become well acquainted with the idea, Angel is frightened by the notion of not existing. Nobody knows what comes after death and more than anything else he does believe in Heaven, a place he’ll likely never reach due to the crimes committed under God’s eyes. • gaining anything important HOBBIES: • taking cars apart • playing video games • by rimy ♥ of btn!