KING KILLER | INTRODUCTION TO LOS SANTOS / M&G

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[align=center][div style="width:500px;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;"]Tiberius struck the match, birthing a humble flame. He lowered the flame to the wick, patient as the two ajoined- fire enveloping wick, until it took to the candle. Just as quickly as it came into life, the match was snuffed out with an exhale. The Lord took a moment to examine the La Santa Muerte shrine inside the lobby before moving past her, and out of the hotel building.

Los Santos was an offbeat place. Something about faded pastel buildings and murals met by crumbling brick and dried blood stains. Something about the constant state of violence and sin surrounded by saints and angels. Something about the quietness of the people and the volume of the ghosts supposedly haunting the hotel. It was an out of place place for those who felt out of place. Tiberius had come to love that.

But ghosts only spoke to those who would listen, and Tiberius had grown tired of listening some time ago. Rage-filled boy, youth with fine aged anger, he burned just like the match, and he had to wonder when he'd be snuffed out. It was not an undisciplined rage, but a defined kind; he claimed his anger as his own- never again would it belong to anyone else. Tiberius had tasted the rich flavor of violence much too early in his life, and despite his attempts to stray from making it a habit, it clung to him like syrup, and only recently had he accepted it. Violence was engraved in him, worn like a warning in the glint of his eyes, in the harsh edges of his body, in the constant movement of muscles. He was a restless soul.

But perhaps Los Santos was a place he could rest. A place he could sink into and feel at comfort- a bed he had made and was happy to lay in. It may not be the most homey- with worn down buildings and equally worn down souls, but Tiberius had hope. Afterall, perhaps monsters needed to look after one another- Tiberius could admit he sure as hell could use someone to look after him from time to time.

"Los Santos," He called out as he approached the main roundabout that led to the hotel, where most lingered during daytime operations. "I wanted to welcome you all here. If you don't already know me, my name's Tiberius, and I'll be guiding the group if you'll allow me. If you have any questions about the group or our direction, please feel free to ask." He paused, unsure of himself. Doubting if he was doing this whole thing right. How the hell was he supposed to know, though? "I'll be holding a meeting soon enough that will help describe my aim for the group in my leadership, and will be announcing the ranks of others." His fingers tapped against his belt. Why was it he only found comfort in violence? "I look forward to getting to know you all better."

[spoiler=TAGS | DONT YOU WANT TO BE SOMEBODY]GENERAL. HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT THE LONESOME LOSER?
& Tiberius Calloway | Addressed most oftenly as Calloway, sometimes Tiberius
& 23 years old | Born October 30th | Scorpio
& Los Santos | Lord
& Suffers from Generalized Anxiety Disorder && Insomnia triggered by Sleep Paralysis
& Speaks Spanish and English (more so Spanglish)

APPEARANCE. BEATEN BY THE QUEEN OF HEARTS EVERY TIME
& 6'4" and 200 lbs. | Lean and muscular
& Physical health: 92% | Minor scars, black eye, and bruisings
& Dark brown eyes | Dark brown hair | Slashes across back from previous abuse
& Spanish heritage | Native speaker of both Spanish && English
& Pierced ears (one small hoop, one small dangly cross) | Covered in countless tattoos from face to legs FACE REFERENCE
& Wears t-shirts/sweatshirts with layered jackets and hoodies, fitted jeans, and sneakers

RELATIONSHIPS. UNLUCKY AT LOVE AT LEAST THAT’S WHAT THEY SAY
& NPC x NPC | 0 living relatives (unaware)
& Bisexual biromantic | Single | ½ of TBA
& [ 0 ] crushes | TBA
& Trusts: TBA
& Closed off and defensive | Aggressive nature

TRAITS. HE LOST HIS HEAD AND HE GAMBLED HIS HEART AWAY
& POSITIVE: Loyal, alpha, soft spoken, generous, loving, protective, parental, compassionate, humorous
& NEGATIVE: Unapproachable, hostile, defensive, aggressive, unforgiving, merciless, headstrong, stubborn, rebellious, restless, indecisive, rude, apathetic, manipulative
& TROPES: Blood Knight | Undying Loyalty | Hired Guns

BATTLE TAGS. STAKED HIS HEART AND LOSS, NOW HE HAS TO PAY THE COST
& Difficulty with weapons: Extreme | Difficulty in hand to hand: Hard
& Strength: 8/10 | Aim accuracy: 8/10 | Stamina: 7/10 | Luck: 3/10 | Flexibility: 3/10 | Reaction Time: 6/10
& Will not be merciful if you have threatened him or his loved ones | Has killed and will do it again
& Likes to play dirty | Good with a bat
& Attack in bold blue or tag

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[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 515px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 125%; text-align:justify;"]It's not privilege, never has been, but it's something close. No violence. No drunken parents swinging hard, heavy fists at smaller faces. No fumbling to make your own meals in the dark, terrified of waking those up that should be doing it for you. Peace, affection, the knowledge that home will always be home, is allowed to be. He has no right to complain, no reason to flinch away from the world as though it owes him something and instead chooses to hurt. If one were to ask him why, then, he found himself in Los Santos, he'd be unable to respond. Something about loyalty, maybe, finding his own way. He can't stay with his parents forever, can't place any more of a burden on their lives — not that there was much difficulty anyway. Always enough food, always enough fuel. Whatever they needed to get by, they could find. All his absence means is there's a bit extra left over at the end of the day.

He isn't suited for blood, for fighting, for life as what would have been a criminal in a land with any real law. What keeps him here is little more than a thread of attachment — a rare, desperate sliver of light in a soul unaccustomed to making many friends. He isn't asocial, necessarily, nor is he misanthropic, but drawing others close has never been a talent of his. Family, yes, and those patient enough to hover nearby until something between them clicks, but for those that live for short-term satisfaction, he is highly incompatible. (Another reason why his presence here may be so unexpected.)

"Hey." Rusty, worn, metal against sand. He clears his throat, a coarse sound, and slides a hand against the back of his neck. Comfort in violence, comfort in comfort. A juxtaposition offset only by small similarities knitting him into the group, like a stray piece of fabric tied loosely into a patchwork quilt. Another source of comfort, unorthodox but real. He turns his hands over, glances at his palms, then settles them in his pockets. "You are... okay?" It's quiet like this, easier for him to get the words out without his voice dying in the face of scrutiny. Not perfect, never perfect, but a start.

[spoiler=IT’S A PUNCH AND A KISS AND I’M TRYNA REMEMBER | INFO, UPDATED 30TH JUNE 2018]﹠ Aquilino Favreau | Accepts Aqui as a nickname | Cis male | Masculine pronouns
﹠ 28 years old / March 19th (Pisces) | [abbr=Mother: Mariana Favreau | Father: Baptiste Favreau]NPC x NPC[/abbr] | Has [abbr=Santiago Favreau, Salvador Favreau]two brothers[/abbr] and [abbr=Sofía Bachmann]one sister[/abbr]
﹠ Biromantic bisexual | Single, no crushes | Fairly private about his sexuality/love life
﹠ Member of Los Santos | Has lived there since the beginning | Doesn't often wander

﹠ Born and raised mostly in Spain | Spent many of his childhood summers in France
﹠ Speaks French and Spanish fluently | Is okay with English, though he isn't as adept
﹠ A man of few words. Is pretty soft-spoken. | Ref #1 & Ref #2 (longer; purple subs).

﹠ Face claim is Fabrizio Moro. | References here. (More will be added as I find them.)
﹠ ½ Spanish, ½ French. | About 5'7 / 5'8; not as tall as one might expect. Has golden skin, dark eyes, and dark brown/black hair. Has quite a lot of tattoos; got most of them at a fairly young age. | Isn't really heavily scarred at all. There may be a few on the backs of his hands, or in places that aren't exactly noticeable, but they're thin and mostly-faded. Has a smooth complexion. | Has a really relaxed style. His of an outfit is grabbing some jeans / trousers and a t-shirt, and then he's good to go. Flannels are also popular, as well as jackets that are usually tied around his waist. May throw on a coat or a scarf if it's cold, but he's very much a jeans and t-shirt kind of guy. | Has imperfect sight; wears contacts and glasses to see properly. If wearing contacts, sunglasses are common; if he's rushing (which is more often than not), he sticks to wearing his regular glasses.

﹠ Is pretty anxious and withdrawn. Reserved and fairly closed-off; prefers to sit back, listen and observe before thinking about jumping into social situations. Doesn't take the initiative when it comes to conversations with people he isn't comfortable with. | Remarkably reckless when it comes to himself. Typically the first of a group to leap from the ledge into water or do something physically dangerous. Self-destructive but learning to control his impulsive tendencies (with varying degrees of success). | A generally laid-back person regardless of his anxiousness and recklessness, preferring to go with the flow rather than meticulously planning everything. Difficult to offend; if upset by something, he prefers to laugh it off rather than causing a scene. | Surprisingly passionate about the things and people he loves; becomes an entirely different, almost energetic person when engaged on that level. Will talk for hours about anything and everything he enjoys, and becomes much easier to draw out of his shell. | Better with children and animals than he is with other adults. Adores dogs (the bigger the better) and has a (not so) secret soft spot for all cats.
﹠ Is absolutely terrified of crickets. Is completely addicted to (and would die for) waffle fries, but despises tomato soup. | Smokes habitually to calm his nerves; has done so since his mid-twenties (approx. 24ish). Meticulous enough with his hygiene for the smell not to cling to him. | Drinks, but not excessively; is more controlled with alcohol than with cigarettes.

﹠ Seldom gets involved in physical fights | Attack / get attention with [member=8908]A. FAVREAU[/member]
﹠ Doesn't carry any weapons | Is fairly decent in close combat, but isn't at all trained
﹠ Is followed around by a 15 m/o Rottweiler male named Mateo | Reference here.[/spoiler]