07-01-2018, 11:29 AM
[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=SofÃÂa 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]
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=SofÃÂa 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]