Post by Carlos Breugin on May 6, 2009 18:36:29 GMT -5
Name: Carlos Breugin
Age: 15
Canon Or Original: Original
Picture:
History: Abandoned by his father Jose when he was an infant and being the only child of a working Mom, Vanessa Breugin, Carlos grew up by himself, learning to trust nobody and gaining knowledge by his experiences. Being the short kid in Junior High, he fought back for respect and granted it to those who left him alone.
He met his Dad during his 14th Birthday and almost lost his temper. He was just standing by the door, asking if the Breugins lived there. They did and the man introduced himself as Jose Breugin, the father of Carlos. The teenager almost smacked him but his hand was grabbed by his Dad. He then spit in his face. Fortunately, a pedestrian stopped Carlos before there could be any trouble.
Now knowing what his Dad is, Carlos is pretty much more bitter at the world. He promises to get everyone in his sleep. The only thing good for him now is a miracle.
Personaity: Carlos is a loner, not really trusting anyone even himself. He's real intelligent but a wisecracker who snaps back easily.
Alignment: Neutral (Actually an antihero.)
Occupation: Student
Custom Title: Carlos Breugin: The Voice Inside Your Mind
Home: Apartment 5, North Street, Gotham
Roleplay Sample: The bell rang and Carlos made his way through the crowd and towards his locker. Being Five-Four, it was not easy for him to get past the crowd. He pushed past an extremely tall guy and told him to move. As he got towards his locker, the guy pushed him from behind.
SLAM! Carlos groaned in pain and glared at the guy who was walking away. He'll get him. He'll get everybody. Getting out his books and heading to class, the bell suddenly rang. "Damn!" Carlos muttered, wiping off his jacket that had gathered dust from his locker. Not a good day, as usual.
Walking into the doorway, he glared at all the students made his way to the back of the room. While he was walking, someone stuck out their foot and tripped him. All the students laughed. He glared. One day, he would get everybody and only he would laugh then.
Age: 15
Canon Or Original: Original
Picture:
History: Abandoned by his father Jose when he was an infant and being the only child of a working Mom, Vanessa Breugin, Carlos grew up by himself, learning to trust nobody and gaining knowledge by his experiences. Being the short kid in Junior High, he fought back for respect and granted it to those who left him alone.
He met his Dad during his 14th Birthday and almost lost his temper. He was just standing by the door, asking if the Breugins lived there. They did and the man introduced himself as Jose Breugin, the father of Carlos. The teenager almost smacked him but his hand was grabbed by his Dad. He then spit in his face. Fortunately, a pedestrian stopped Carlos before there could be any trouble.
Now knowing what his Dad is, Carlos is pretty much more bitter at the world. He promises to get everyone in his sleep. The only thing good for him now is a miracle.
Personaity: Carlos is a loner, not really trusting anyone even himself. He's real intelligent but a wisecracker who snaps back easily.
Alignment: Neutral (Actually an antihero.)
Occupation: Student
Custom Title: Carlos Breugin: The Voice Inside Your Mind
Home: Apartment 5, North Street, Gotham
Roleplay Sample: The bell rang and Carlos made his way through the crowd and towards his locker. Being Five-Four, it was not easy for him to get past the crowd. He pushed past an extremely tall guy and told him to move. As he got towards his locker, the guy pushed him from behind.
SLAM! Carlos groaned in pain and glared at the guy who was walking away. He'll get him. He'll get everybody. Getting out his books and heading to class, the bell suddenly rang. "Damn!" Carlos muttered, wiping off his jacket that had gathered dust from his locker. Not a good day, as usual.
Walking into the doorway, he glared at all the students made his way to the back of the room. While he was walking, someone stuck out their foot and tripped him. All the students laughed. He glared. One day, he would get everybody and only he would laugh then.
