Post by » rudolph deluca on Mar 1, 2009 14:07:38 GMT -5
RUDOLPH! STOLE YOUR HEART;
They call me Chazza and I've shot for the moon fifteen times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM.
Ktxbi.
They call me Chazza and I've shot for the moon fifteen times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM.
Ktxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
THe birth certificate reads Rudolph Tiberius Deluca
But Everyone Calls Me Rudi
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 19 years
The say I Am A Performer
Ive Been Told I Look Like --
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 6"0
And I Weigh 184lbs
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced None.
They always say I look like
Rudi can be described as traditionally handsome. His finely chiseled face, highly set cheekbones and full lips give striking definition to his face, the slightly hued skin complimenting it perfectly. Dark stubble occasionally rims his jaw line in a stylish, yet exceedingly short beard. Its pristine condition is maintained at all times and a stray hair is an extremely rare occurrence. Rudi is very particular about his facial hair you see. This fashionable feature gives Rudolph a rugged look though without its presence his face becomes more feminine and angelic. Stubble or not there’s no mistake that this boy has one pretty face.
Atop Rudi’s head sits his crown of hair and what a beautiful crown it is. Riddled with curls and painted a luxurious chocolate there is no speculation to its beauty. Some curls twist outwards in delicate wisps, others tend to flatten smooth themselves out and form fluffy waves. The fringe sweeps to one side before it too joins the fray and spirals elegantly into place. Little time is spent on his hair and more than often he simply leaves it to his won devices where it manages to remain relatively tame.
Captivating and energetic, Rudi’s eyes refuse to show his age. Both are evenly spaced and set with a slightly almond though mostly circular shape to them. Their pigmentation is also youthful; bright and lively. Many colours run through his orbs, a zesty emerald being the dominant shade with a subtle leaf green rimming the edges. Other shades of these colours spiral elegantly round the pupil, flecking outwards across the rest of the iris.
Due to his English roots, Rudi holds the traditional physical build. Slender and lanky, Rudi appears to have little muscle, or anything else for that matter, but his frame is adequately toned with his leg and arm muscles being the most predominant. Little hair covers his body save a downy snail trail of brown hair that initiates at his belly button. Accompanying his British roots is an equally British accent, tinged lightly by the personal alteration of the circus folk he grew up with.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out The angelic face and English accent.
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore Clothes, fashion, his hair, alcohol, music, the Mighty Boosh, thunder storms.
I Abhor Rejection, dolls, religion, spitting rain, gloomy weather, death, spiders.
I Rock Assembling outfits, performing.
I Suck 'Proper' disciplines, getting a date.
I Do Chewing his lower lip, talking very fast.
I Want To find that special someone, to become a world known performer.
I Fear Breaking his limbs, growing old.
I Shut up He's gay.
I am
Socially awkward and just plain weird, Rudolph sticks out from the crowd. He always appears out of place and uncomfortable especially if he’s closely surrounded by others. This has molded him into quiet and reserved being who’d rather keep himself to himself if he had the choice. Due to this quiet nature, Rudi is more of listener than a talker. He will sit and listen for as long he's needed, maybe adding his advice on the odd occasion. He enjoys listening to stories that others willingly spin you see. Oddly, he holds a fondness for horror stories, a peculiar taste given his nervous disposition, but then again, when is he not peculiar? They may make him shiver like a tree caught in a gale, but he enjoys them all the same.
Rudi may not express it freely, but from just looking at him or his possessions you can see he has a creative mind. Whether it be compiling an outfit or piecing together a routine he has certain way of doing so, an unusual yet spectacular one that will no doubt provoke amazement, awe and perhaps even the odd glance. His self consciousness dwindles and he tends to ignore any insults or negative comments his ideas may cause.
Naturally curious, Rudi isn’t afraid to stray into the unknown. He sees it as a learning curve, an opportunity to broaden his knowledge of the world if you will and though he may just stand and watch he drinks it all in greedily, storing it away for later use. Questions are more of a difficulty and he doesn’t tend to ask them unless he feels the need to. For him observation works better and as a result he often picks up new things quickly and can easily adapt them to suit his liking.
Rudolph holds a certain skittish air about him and though he often appears a little distant from the rest of the world his brain is on high alert. He responds to sudden actions and noises quickly, often flinching if he feels even the slightest bit threatened. Evident or not, Rudi is constantly on edge, but he has a more than peculiar ‘fear bank’. Certain things, squeamish or dangerous tasks in particular, are approached with little trouble and, though he may seem a little hesitant or worried, he will contentedly dive head first into it, especially if his job compels him to do so. Others, namely spiders and conversation, often defeat his nerve and he quickly reverts back to his quiet self; it’s a common autistic quality that only adds to his overall oddness.
Intelligence is one of Rudi’s stronger points. Clever, quick-witted and sharp, Rudi much prefers dwell in his own thoughts, puzzling things out at his own accord. The male is very down to earth, his way of thinking practical and uncomplicated. Decision making comes naturally to Rudolph and his aspect on life is broad, well developed and often takes a somewhat philosophical on look. However these deep thoughts tend not to affect the simplicity of his speech which remains sophisticated and easy to digest.
He may be clever, but that doesn’t stop Rudi from evading conversation as long as he possibly can. His replies are often blunt and straight-forward. Even if the truth hurts he’ll speak it. Though, you must understand, that its not out of malicious intent, but rather because he doesn’t like to dance around the truth. After all, if he did that he’d simply have to talk to that particular person longer. This often affects his understanding of others and he tends to have difficulty interpreting their thoughts and feelings. Sarcasm goes undetected and insults are misunderstood, frankly, it’s hard to provoke him.
Underneath his nervous, reserved exterior lies a different side to Rudi. This hidden aspect of his personality is both ambitious and determined not to mention significantly livelier. His eagerness to impress spectators hasn’t left him and whilst he isn’t a show off, he can’t help but crave applause and praise thus explaining his willingness to perform and impress. Once Rudolph has his mind set on something he strives to achieve it and becomes more relaxed in doing so. It’s as if he falls back into his old-self, the bubblier Rudolph that evaporated when he learnt of his adoption. Certain people get him to unlock easier than other, the gentler it seems, but once you’ve got past his barrier you’ve made yourself a good, albeit weird, friend.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From
Makosi Deluca - Female - 55 - Adoptive Mother – Horse Tamer
Eduardo Deluca – Male – 57 – Adoptive Father - Fire breather
Biological Parents - Unknown
I Share My Dna With
Esmeralda Deluca – Female – 23 – Non-Biological Sister – Trapeze Artist
Louis Deluca - Male - 18 - Non-Biological Brother - Juggler
Biological Siblings - Unknown
I Come From London, England
But I Live Here Now Pinewood, West Virginia
This Is Who I was
From the point of conception, Rudolph was unwanted. Why this was, no one can be rightly sure, nor shall they ever be for Rudi's biological parents were long gone by the time the shivering baby was discovered with nothing but a frail blanket wrapped around his miniscule frame. The woman who found it, a pretty thing named Makosi, took him in as one of her own without hesitation, astounded to how someone could leave such an innocent being to the mercy of the cold. She returned to her husband and three year old daughter with the grime coated bundle which had now began to whimper pathetically. Eduardo, an Italian born and bred in the gloomy realms of the British Isles, held no objection and Esmeralda, their first born, was happy to have a little brother to play with. Rudolph Tiberius Deluca, as he was later named, was, no doubt, one lucky orphan.
Rudi grew up as well as any other child. He was constantly surrounded by a buzzing social life that consisted of a vast selection of people who had long-since refined their talents that shocked, entertained and bewildered the public who flocked to see their performance. The almost constant travelling proved to be little bother and even education rose no qualms; circus folk, despite what many believed, were really quite clever you see. And, if that wasn't enough, the skills he obtained were indeed phenomenal. He took eagerly to those his parents had obtained though breathing fire was considered a little too dangerous at his age. Horses however were considered perfectly safe.
Horses were always something that had amazed little Rudolph and his mother's profession only increased his fascination. For hours he would simply sit with the equines, prodding their velvety noses and patting their faces with his little hands. It was only natural that he followed the profession of his mother as a horse tamer. By the age of seven he could ride at a reasonable level and by ten he was capable of performing a selection of tricks on horse back. Amongst the many circus skills he was taught, horse riding was by far his best.
By the time his fifteenth birthday popped up, Rudolph was performing regularly. He was nothing special, but the applause still brought a smile to his lips. It was also around this time his parents decided on revealing his true origin. Rudi was a little crestfallen, but he cared very little for his biological parents. Why should he? The fact he was adopted was quickly overlooked though, despite his public disregard Rudi began to take a different view on things. Slowly he began to drift away from the circus life, a sense of non-belonging plaguing his mind. His bubbly self ebbed away and he became socially awkward and detached.
A few months of this strange depression passed until Rudolph decided he felt entirely apart from his circus family. With a deep sadness he left his old life and set out to make something of himself though his passion for 'horse taming' remained. Rudi was a naturally clever boy, but with no official qualifications at hand he found it hard to get a job. His age, a year under the legal job requirement, didn't make it any easier. He began to panic, knowing no job meant no money and no money meant a life on the streets. Finally he was taken on as a shop assistant and he was able to get himself a small flat in one of the more rundown areas of London. This was when his love for fashion blossomed and it grew spectacularly, a new desire for clothes cropping up out of the blue. Accompanying it came the desire for men though his shy nature forced him to keep that particular snippet of information classified.
At the age of sixteen, Rudolph grew bored of his petty job and idly began a search for a new profession. It took a few weeks for the advert for Pinewood Stables to make itself present and, fueled by the want of returning to the life of a performer, he scraped together as much as he good and set off to America. He began by leasing the stable horses, working in the nearby town to keep himself fed and clothed, but he grew bored once more. It wasn't surprising. these horses couldn't do what he was used to. They couldn't bow or roll on command, nor could they jump through rings of fire. Thus he went on a search for a horse of his very own. One that he could train to circus standard.
That's where Morph came in. The elegant gelding was obtained from a kill pen for a minute price and the training commenced. Despite his awkward personality, Rudolph still knew how to get a crowd excited and it seemed his reserved ways only applied to people. He got on very well with his gelding who, like all horses, was an intelligent being and, after a couple of years, Rudi was able to leave his average job in the town and revert back to what he loved best. Sure the money wasn't great; he certainly wasn't going to be some rich fatcat, but it was better than nothing. Besides, he was enjoying himself. Or rather, he is enjoying himself.
Welcome back to the Circus, Mister Deluca.
This Is Who I am I hope one day I'll find that special someone, have a few kids and settle down to a quiet life....perhaps in a lighthouse.
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust Gay
I Love A good taste in fashion, sense of humor, shyness, cute features, outgoing.
I Loathe Self-centered people, no sense of humor, sluts, brashness.
Maybe I loved Very few.
Maybe I Didnt N/A
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome
What was this strange contraption? Was it even from this planet? Boo highly doubted it. The shiny bodice, rounded and smooth like that of a pebble, the two beetle black eyes that perched all too perfectly on thei respective stalks which jutted from beneath its shell in an awkward manner, the jagged claws that acted like a single pair of eagerly grabbing fingers; all were just too suspicious for Boo's liking. And that gaze. It was certainly far from normal. The creature just stared, simply stared, its pinprick orbs unmoving, lifeless. They were a dark abyss, tinted with a misty purple that bubbled through at regular intervals. They were devoid of emotion and eyelids for that matter which was creepy in itself. Not even the cold autumn sun could cast a milky sheen across the oily depths. Frankly, it gave Boo the shivers and yet the young male was captivated. As weird as it was, it was transfixingly beautiful. Numerous shades and tones painted its slick skin though the predominant colour was a burnt yellow which coated the top shell heavily. It was lightly sprayed with series of oaky brown clusters consequently giving it a burnt appearance. The underbelly was far lighter; an off white, almost blue to be exact and its many legs were an entirely differnet colour altogether. A fiery crimson painted their segmented frame, the tips rapidly lightening to the striking yellow which then turned to a blinding white. For thsoe of a more intelligent disposition they would have easily recognised the creature to be a crab, but, to the clouded mind of Boo Radley, he had stumbled across an alien.
With mounting curiousity, Boo edged forwards. He swatted at the small creature with a paw. He provoked no more than a slight flinch. Warily he extended his chrome toe, poking the hardened shell with a blunt claw. Nothing. He jabbed a little harder. Still nothing. After series of nudges and taps, Boo grew bored with the minimal reactions. He gave the crab a sharp prod and that seemed to tip it off teh edge. It burst into life. Boo recoiled with a sharp yelp and wtached in horror as it began to scuttle across the shoreline. Sideways. Utterly perplexed, Boo followed its dainty trail, struggling to keep up with its frightening speed. The way it moved was almost robotic. It stopped and started with jerky movements though its lapses had an extremely short lifespan; only lasting a couple of seconds at the most. Paws moved in a silver blur, the trail they left in their own wake far less precious than that of the crab. Deep gouges formed in the sand, products of Boo's various stumbles. Boo's legs slowed abruptly as a thought hit him, a terrifying thought. What if that thing really was an alien. An alien he'd just made angry. An alien he'd just made angry and was currently heading towards the bulk of Zirenta Island. Boo inhaled sharply, a sudden wave of panic washing over him. He opened his jaws to cry out for help when he was distracted by a distant roar and light spray that showered his shaggy coat.
Thoughts of the escapee alien ebbed away as Boo turned towards the vast stretch of blue and white which roared at him once more. A wave crashed elegantly on the shore, the milky froth lapping at his stained toes. "And hello to you, Mr. Salt!" he chirped, wiggling his paw in a lopsided wave. The ocean rumbled and growled, spitting its salted water at the male once more. Boo's brow furrowed and he gave a pout, lips pursing tightly. "I don't like your tone!" he retorted in an uppity sort of way, eyes narrowing. He listened to a few more of its murmurs and gave another gasp, his maw wrinkling in disgust. "Well, if that's what you think, I'll be keeping this to myself pleaseandthankyou!" he barked angrily, giving his backside a slight wiggle at its mention. He turned gracefully, tail coiled above his body. He gave a slight kick with his rear paws, flicking a lump of sand into the hungry tide. "And your mother was a puddle!" he retorted icily, casting one, fiery glare at the large body of water. Oh if looks could kill.... Yes, Boo Radley was arguing with the ocean. They were fickle being were oceans, rude ones too. Happy the one minute, calm and sedate and the next they were throwing god knows what around and giving you such an earful that the lisp it held contorted its words into undecipherable slurs. Oh, and the spittle was simply disgusting. If he wanted to spat on and lavered with damp froth he would lick himself. He simply could not tolerate its watery rumblings and what it had gurgled about his backside... Well, he had news for him! "He can take his seashells and stick them where the li--water nymphs?"
A snippet of a distant conversation was caught by Boo's little radars and they flickered forward expectantly, his canary yellow eyes searching the sandy horizon for the discoverer of the little creatures. His gaze finally settled on a golden female, a pretty little thing, but seemingly crazy. What a perfect match. Boo's dipstick tail wagged frantically and with an unstable gait he sped towards the frolicking figure. He forgot his recent qualms with the sea and he eagerly raced into its cold shallows where it lapped smugly at his silver stomach. For a moment he stood stock still, starin dumbly at the sky with an expectant gaze. His mind crackled into action soon enough and he too was surrounded by a harmonious chorus of giggles. Shrill krees of laughter brought a delighted smile to his lips and he mindlessly wandered close to the female, his head craned upwards to watch the small balls of lights that danced so freely above his head. The male was so captivated by the fragile water-dwellers he almost missed the familiar scent hit his nares. The woody scent of Fulki. The female's own personal scent caused a faint recognition and Boo recalled her prescence at the recent meeting betwixt their pack. "Fantabitoosey!" he trilled in his feminine voice, going cross-eyed as a crimson hued nymph settled lightly on the tip of his nose. Boo's tail wagged and he turned to face his fellow pack member though his orbs remained fixated on his maw. "Look! Look! I'm like Rudolph the red nosed reindeer!" he declared happily, flashing his pearly whites in a fleeting grin, tongue lolling lazily from the corner of his maw. "I'mBoo, what's your naaaame?"
Thanks Isa for helping =]
