Riocard Delacroix
Jul 4, 2017 14:51:06 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2017 14:51:06 GMT -5
Original
Name: Tomas Riocard Delacroix
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Half-Karlaithyan, half-human
Planet of Origin: Earth
Occupation: Self-proclaimed adventurer.
Name: Tomas Riocard Delacroix
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Half-Karlaithyan, half-human
Planet of Origin: Earth
Occupation: Self-proclaimed adventurer.
Physical Description: Rio's appearance isn't out of the normal. He's tall and slim - a few inches above six feet and just under 150 pounds. He has a pointed jaw line, thick eyebrows, curly hair that's a pain to control, and a very unassuming face full of freckles. The only Karlaithyan trait he's inherited is his height and his green eyes. It's good for him to blend in with a crowd, so he does just that. His clothing choices are mostly limited to whatever he can shove into his messenger bag, although he has a penchant for light colors and shirts that cover his arms.
[/font][/i][li]PRACTICAL:[/li]Personality:
Despite his manic exterior and his general upbeat attitude, there are not many people with a more practical view on the world. Years of being homeless and a violent childhood taught him how to make necessary decisions quickly and to take into factor all the different consequences. The world is meant to be felt, and to be experienced, and he'd rather see and do those things than wax poetic about 'what-if's and 'could-have-been's. If an idea isn't actionable or worthwhile, it's complete arbitrary and there are much better things he could be doing with his time. With his focus on the here and now, he's a natural when it comes to noticing tangible and intangible changes in behavior and surroundings.
[li]ENERGETIC:[/li]
He focuses all his attention and energy on his little humanitarian projects. It could be rescuing someone from their domestic situation or tracking someone down to return something of theirs. Whatever it is, Rio keeps himself busy so he doesn't have time to reflect inward. He doesn't find his go-go-go personality nearing as exhausting as the other people around him do. He genuinely enjoys leaping forward from the moment he wakes up to the moment he crashes from exhaustion - and, as a result of his sheer determination, he typically stays up a couple of days at a time before collapsing.
[li style="text-align:justify;"]SELF-CONFIDENT:[/li]He wouldn't be able to do half the things he does if he were plagued constantly by self-doubt. He trusts in his abilities, lets people know his opinions, and he knows that when given two choices he's usually capable of picking the right one. As a result, he isn't known for holding back. He wants to experience everything there is to experience, and he knows that he has the capability of doing it, too. He absolutely does not mind stepping out of his comfort zones even if no one else will.
Moreso than he pays attention to his surroundings, he loves to pay attention to the people around him. He instinctively knows ow to captivate an audience, and he picks up on moods and motivations intuitively in ways that allows him to communicate the way he needs to. Whether that calls for reason, emotion, restraint, or passion. He's able to mimic moods that reflects the needs of the situation while maintaining his own optimistic voice.
He's a little too decisive. Rio's calculating mind often makes decisions quickly and he acts without thinking twice about his decision. His one rule in life is to trust your first instinct. He's not the textbook example of 'brave'. His only bravery comes from his blind faith in his plans. In his defense, however, things usually fall into place. When stuck between a rock and a hard place, he tries to take into the humanitarian consequences of his actions but if he gets stuck he'll just make a choice and run with it.
Sometimes all that confidence and willpower can go a little too far, and he's all too likely to start digging in his heels on a certain issue. He also tries to push his ideals onto other people. He tries to see more than his own point of view, but mostly on humanitarian issues he's pretty black and white about 'good' and 'evil', and he'll do whatever he has to do to make sure that 'good' wins... even if it means doing 'evil' things.
Some people need longer to think things out than he does, which is an incredibly intolerant delay to his quick-thinking and impulsive ways. He moves at his own pace to keep him excited, and when he has to slow down because someone 'doesn't understand' or because he needs to focus on a single detail for long is challenging for him.
His impatience can lead to him acting without thinking of the long-term consequences. He's easily bored, and sometimes intentionally combats that boredom with extra risks. Risky behavior without care for the future is something that happens to him a little too often.
Repetition, fixed rules, sitting down and shutting up, being lectured at -- definitely not how Rio lives his life. He is action-oriented and hands-on. Work and regular people can be so tedious they're intolerable and Rio requires extraordinary effort to stay focused long enough to not burn necessary bridges. Most of the time, though, if someone crosses him he's quick to tell them to go to hell and get out of his way.
[/ul]History: He was born on a sunny afternoon - the fourth of August, 1997 - in Cap-d'Ail, France. His father, a human by the name of Tomas, was the boy's sole care-giver. His mother was a Karlaithyan - a physically weak species - and had died during childbirth. Tomas decided that it was better for Riocard not to know of his alien nature. In a time of evil robots and strange men with screwdrivers, it was downright dangerous to be an alien. So Rio was raised to believe he was a normal little boy with very pretty and unique eyes. That was all.
Tomas was an avid explorer. He often took his son out on hikes, sailing trips, and the boy's first zip lining experience took place when he was eight. Rio had a thirst for adventure, and Tomas was the equivalent of a bottle of water. They traveled the world together - from Paris to London to sailing to the shores of Kiribati. They found adventures wherever they went; whether it be a torn sail while they were on a boat, or an aggressive person they crossed paths with. But no matter what, Tomas protected Rio at the cost of his own health.
The first time Rio was exposed to an unfair law was when a woman was punished for trying to see a doctor without her husband. He was dead, and she was gravely ill with an infection she got when she had cut her foot on accident. His father had argued with the officials in angry Arabic while Rio clumsily mended the woman in secret. He was only eleven years old so his first aid skills weren't as fantastic as the doctor's would have been. But she lived, and Rio was happy about that. After that incident Tomas taught Rio about medicine and first aid. Since then he was a make-shift medic for his father, himself, and other people that were in need of healing.
The two did some things that weren't exactly legal to fix things that were wrong. Rio had once asked whether they were really helping the world, or if there efforts were in vain. It seemed as though all the terror and bad things were happening in Great Britain or the Americas, and not in a shabby little hut in Afro-Asia. His father had led him outside and waved a hand around to the suffering children, the invisible people who were starving and being forced into free labor. Tomas had then asked if what was happening there could ever be worse; people were ignoring their own species. The entire planet was just fighting with itself.
Rio didn't question what they were doing after that. Instead he focused on trying to make people's lives better by smuggling them out of their country so that they could live somewhere safer and be happier. Whole families and villages hid at the bottom of their boats on the journey to a better life. He was fourteen at the time - and he was sure that even if the families weren't successful in their new homes, they were at least safer - so how could they not be happier? He practically lived for the amazement the refugees displayed when being dropped off in the new country.
When he was seventeen he asked his father about his mother. Tomas had told the boy that she was a very special woman. She was feisty and had a strong sense of justice. Rio had smiled and stopped dwelling on his mother as much. For those who said 'you can't miss what you never had'...well, they obviously hadn't grown up without a mother. Rio was fond of going up to the top of the boat and lying on the roof so that he could gaze up at the stars. His father had told him that there were such things as 'aliens', and Rio often wondered if they were as hostile as people feared. Somewhere, he reasoned, in some shanty little corner of the universe there just had to be a planet where everything was just safe and calm. There just had to be.
Things didn't always go to according to plan. Tomas and Rio had gotten lost in the Caucasus mountain range in Azerbaijan. They had gotten separated from the people that they were supposed to be helping while at a gorge in Russia because officials had been alerted of the group. The group had two small children, and both Tomas and Rio were too bitter about the loss to worry about the cold. They soon heard angry shouts in Russian; the officials that had separated them. Rio couldn't understand Russian, so he didn't know why his father suddenly got scared and told the boy to run. Rio backed off hesitantly, unwilling to leave his father. But then he heard gunshots.
He woke up inside a room. Rio had been terrified that he was captured, and he was terrified that he was locked in a room. So he had screamed and jumped to bang his fists against the door or window when he felt a searing pain shoot through his body. He tentatively lifted his shirt to see various bandages on his shoulders, chest, and stomach. He took one off gently to see that it was covering a wound. Then the door had opened and a woman explained to him that he had been shot, and his father was dead. The woman had found him bleeding to death and took them both to her house to try and save them. His father had died - a shot in the stomach was a slow and painful death, or so Rio had heard. What he did after that was a blur of painful flashbacks, and all he could remember was slamming a pipe into the old woman's skull and other various murders. He isn't sure if it's a memory or a vengeful dream.
The boy hadn't been sure what to do after that. He was adept at sailing, climbing, hiking and everything of that sort, but his father had always been the one with the map and the plan. So he had just wandered through Asia - stealing money and food to eat. He occasionally dined with beggar children and stitched their clothing and gave them stolen money. They needed it more than he did. He eventually found his way in Europe. For three years the boy walked and tried to fix as many wrongs as he could. But Europe was strange - some of their problems he was almost sure weren't from Earth.
So he continues doing what makes him happy - getting involved in things that didn't concern him.
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