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✘GENERAL -
▪ MIRIAM KAYNE SANTIVARO ▪ ( mirror - ee - am )'MIR'
▪ AGE ▪ 27 ▪ DECEMBER 5TH ages realistically
▪ former grunt of The Badlands, loner
▪ sexuality bi-curious ▪ open to plot!
▪ Heavy Hispanic accent
✘PHYSICAL - reference/ faceclaim
faceclaim ▪ Jord liddell [+] video/aesthetic
skin — fair
ethnicity — Latino
face shape — heart
eye color — light silver
eye shape— upturned
hair color — dark brown
hair length — shoulder length
scars — bullet wound in thigh , word 'sinner' carved into right arm, knife wounds scattered down his sides and back.
body modifications — countless tattoos, gold-capped canines
jewelry— chain bracelets and necklaces, silver rings on every finger, upside-down silver cross earring.
✘— Miriam is rather short and stocky, 5''4 to be exact. He possesses a toned body and his skin is quite fair considering his ethnicity. His frame is licked with countless tattoos, one that sticks out most blatantly is the word 'compel' that sits right above his left brow and fits his persona quite perfectly. 'Freaky and filthy' would easily describe Miriam. Dark circles line the bottom of his greyish blue eyes. Giving him his sickly appearance. He has one hell of a resting bitch face. Eerie yet subtly attractive, this man is a walking freak-show, with a heart to match. His smile is a wicked display of two gold-capped canines, with brows arched permanently in a disgruntled fashion. Scars carve around every inch of his torso, though one stands sickeningly out running down his right forearm that reads 'sinner'. Simply put, he is a monster of his kind.
hair length
long
— outfits & style
dingy leather ▪ classy suits ▪ leather gloves ▪ silver chains and ear/nose studs ▪ gold-capped canines ▪ Crown ring that says 'fallen' ▪ chain bracelet with a small heart on it ▪ grunt bandanna
[+] current health 65%
—suffers from Emphysema, yet still fucking smokes.
PERSONALITY - machiavellian
- Evil. They always seem to preach 'don't read a book by its cover' well, they were wrong. Miriam is everything that he displays himself to be. A freak, something of nightmares. With mannerisms to match, he is often described as 'sick in the head'. Finding pleasure in the pain of others, he has a fickle perception of right and wrong. He can be solicitous if he wants, but it hardly shows through his cruel nature. Sugar and whiskey come together when it comes to Miriam, sweet at first, then it sneaks up and bites you on the ass.
[+] LOYAL , PASSIONATE, CURIOUS, CALM, TOLERANT, PATIENT.
[+] WASPISH , WICKED, CRUEL, VEXATIOUS, MISCHIEVOUS
—disorder Kleptomania unshakable desire to steal unnecessary objects, misuse of narcotics.
✘RELATIONS & INTERACTION
No Crushes - widowed
late Wife Bevalina Poole ▪ deceased
Medium difficulty physically - difficult mentally
✘GENERAL -
▪ MIRIAM KAYNE SANTIVARO ▪ ( mirror - ee - am )'MIR'
▪ AGE ▪ 27 ▪ DECEMBER 5TH ages realistically
▪ former grunt of The Badlands, loner
▪ sexuality bi-curious ▪ open to plot!
▪ Heavy Hispanic accent
✘PHYSICAL - reference/ faceclaim
faceclaim ▪ Jord liddell [+] video/aesthetic
skin — fair
ethnicity — Latino
face shape — heart
eye color — light silver
eye shape— upturned
hair color — dark brown
hair length — shoulder length
scars — bullet wound in thigh , word 'sinner' carved into right arm, knife wounds scattered down his sides and back.
body modifications — countless tattoos, gold-capped canines
jewelry— chain bracelets and necklaces, silver rings on every finger, upside-down silver cross earring.
✘— Miriam is rather short and stocky, 5''4 to be exact. He possesses a toned body and his skin is quite fair considering his ethnicity. His frame is licked with countless tattoos, one that sticks out most blatantly is the word 'compel' that sits right above his left brow and fits his persona quite perfectly. 'Freaky and filthy' would easily describe Miriam. Dark circles line the bottom of his greyish blue eyes. Giving him his sickly appearance. He has one hell of a resting bitch face. Eerie yet subtly attractive, this man is a walking freak-show, with a heart to match. His smile is a wicked display of two gold-capped canines, with brows arched permanently in a disgruntled fashion. Scars carve around every inch of his torso, though one stands sickeningly out running down his right forearm that reads 'sinner'. Simply put, he is a monster of his kind.
hair length
long
— outfits & style
dingy leather ▪ classy suits ▪ leather gloves ▪ silver chains and ear/nose studs ▪ gold-capped canines ▪ Crown ring that says 'fallen' ▪ chain bracelet with a small heart on it ▪ grunt bandanna
[+] current health 65%
—suffers from Emphysema, yet still fucking smokes.
PERSONALITY - machiavellian
- Evil. They always seem to preach 'don't read a book by its cover' well, they were wrong. Miriam is everything that he displays himself to be. A freak, something of nightmares. With mannerisms to match, he is often described as 'sick in the head'. Finding pleasure in the pain of others, he has a fickle perception of right and wrong. He can be solicitous if he wants, but it hardly shows through his cruel nature. Sugar and whiskey come together when it comes to Miriam, sweet at first, then it sneaks up and bites you on the ass.
[+] LOYAL , PASSIONATE, CURIOUS, CALM, TOLERANT, PATIENT.
[+] WASPISH , WICKED, CRUEL, VEXATIOUS, MISCHIEVOUS
—disorder Kleptomania unshakable desire to steal unnecessary objects, misuse of narcotics.
✘RELATIONS & INTERACTION
No Crushes - widowed
late Wife Bevalina Poole ▪ deceased
Medium difficulty physically - difficult mentally
✘ HISTORY
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Raised by his paraplegic mother, it was by the pure loyalty of a youth's heart that he stuck by her side when all hell broke loose. Taking care of a cripple in the midst of the unknown was a task like no other. Forcing him to scavenge as close to home as he could, he found himself robbing his own neighbors, earning him quite a beating when he failed. Even had himself cut by a razor across the top of his left brow by the wife of his victim, in fact. As he fled, he hadn't realized he had been followed. A hard lesson, he would inevitably learn. During one of his runs that took several days, he returned to see his cripple mother cut from ear to ear by a switchblade that sat so perfectly in her lap. As though the killer wished to make it look like a suicide, but all of his findings had been taken, and their pitiful excuse for a house had been trashed. With a heavy heart, the tatted thug finally left his final burden and made for the mountains. Where he found an abandoned log cabin near a small semi-friendly community. He spent most of his time stealing, of course. Striking up a friendship with a chick named Bevalina, by accident. Stealing a machete from her father, who threatened to kill him if he even came near her. Miriam then offered for her to join him, and they could head to the coast and find somewhere to shack up. To his surprise, she agreed.
YOUNG ADULT
For years, he and Bev raised hell, community to community, stealing and somehow escaping with their lives intact. During one of their heists however, he stole a diamond ring from the finger of an old broad and proposed to Bevalina. She said yes to the freak, for some reason, even he didn't understand why but they were both freaks in their own ways. She didn't mind the bloodshed that came along with being Miriam's wife, in fact, their love grew strong as well as their tactic. The pair stuck to each-other, trusting no-one, killing anyone who stood as mere inconvenience to their plans. Perhaps it goes without saying, she got what was coming to her, being with a monster like him. Fleeing back to the mountains, they were forced to cross a bog where Bev was bitten by a water moccasin. After several moments of hemorrhaging, she bled to death internally within his arms.
ADULT
Back to the lone wolf status, the brute took back up an old habit. Art, where he would express his feelings through the only way he could. The darkness of his drawings reflecting the pain in his heart, of course. Hatred for the world, but an eerie peace had settled across his shoulders. He took to building a tree-house, and for years he worked on it, perfecting it. Till one day, in a fit of rage, he tore it down and focused on stealing again. Eventually getting captured by a ruthless older man who pinned him down and carved the word "sinner' into his right 'thieving' arm. After a day of being tied to a tree, he managed to escape and made for an old ransacked pharmacy where he fought infection for several days.
PRESENT
once he joined the badlands and received his necklace. The grunt settles into his new life at the Casino. Taking to hunting along the beach and expanding his art from paper to skin with razors and ink.
✘ DEVELOPMENT
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