Post by Vincente Caro on Jul 24, 2012 4:31:27 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 500px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;][STYLE=font-size: 30px;font-family: times new roman; color: #eaeaea;text-align: center;letter-spacing: -3px;]VINCENTE CARO    [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 14px;font-family: times new roman; color: #eaeaea;text-align: center;letter-spacing: -1px;]23✖ MALE ✖HOMOSEXUAL ✖MUTANT [/style][STYLE=margin: 20px 30px 30px 30px; text-align: justify; color: #c4c4c4;font-size: 10px;]✖Power/Ability Object Animation:: Vincente can, on a surface level, breathe life into inanimate objects. From the lowliest teddy bear to the dangerous gun sitting on the table, all he has to do is touch it and ask it to become alive. The moment he does this, the object becomes temporarily linked to Vincente. It stays near him, and he can give the living object orders, and it will obey... most of the time. For better or worse, each object also comes to life with a personality, and each one of those personalities is unique, often thematic with the object being brought to life. For example, a teddy bear can be surprisingly protective and loyal, while a gun could be trigger happy and rebellious. It all simply is a roll of the dice. ✖ Personality On the surface, you might think Vincente or... "Silvia" is nothing but a superficial diva. After all, on the resume, we see he's a top of the line makeup artist, has brand name everything, and is not bad to look at--crossdressed or no. On some level, this is all true. Sure, Vincente loves fashion and beauty. It's his life! But superficial? Hardly. He just lives to have fun and enjoy life. In fact, there is nothing Vincente enjoys more than having an absolute blast. He is a familiar face at the local mall, nightclubs, and especially in fashion outlets, where he gives everything up to fate. You Only Live Once, right? Vincente lives by that phrase and its predecessors religiously. He is, above all things, exceptionally wild, fun-loving, and free-spirited, and his energy is out of this world. Unfortunately or fortunately for you, Vincente's crazy personality is just absolutely infectious. Even strangers have said to him it's hard to be around someone so bouncy and joyful without at least cracking a smile. Vincente would want it no other way. In this era, when everything is questionable and truly dark for mutants, he wants to see you smile. He wants everyone, human or mutant, to know that if there is anyone you can be with in your darkest hour, it's him. And that's something else pretty well-known about Vincente within the first few moments: It's his kindness. Mi casa es su casa and all that jazz. He jumps on the exciting opportunity to meet new people, shake their hands, and get to know them right away. He's a little on the talkative side, but he's not TOO talkative. (His humor is a bit on the corny side, though). But overall, this bubbly guy is just as sweet as can be, and he will often go out of his way to help people. Even though his wallet has suffered in the past because of it, he has even given some women (and fellow crossdressers) free makeup transformations--just to hear their gasps and see their smiles. He's a good and loyal friend to have, because he's self-sacrificing to a fault, buying outrageous gifts and dinners all just for his buddies. Needless to say, he doesn't expect that from others. He is somewhat an idealist by nature and is far too trusting of those around him, despite the fact that he knows he could be arrested at any given moment. But every rose has their thorns, alas. Even the joyful Vincente has a nasty side to his personality. For one thing, he's an absolutely neurotic perfectionist. For one, he may not expect it of everyone else, but Vincente's appearances are everything to him. This man stops at every piece of glass, mirror, and reflective surface to make sure he looks positively perfect. He wants it no other way. Coming from the house of a single mother who also happened to be a supermodel, he has been bred to adore and obsess over perfection. This side of him especially comes out when he is critiquing makeup and fashion, as his eyes are drawn to each one of those worn-out stitches and half-assed layers of concealer. He has an insatiable desire to fix and ameliorate, to align and correct. While it makes him something of a superstar when it comes to doing any task you give him, it also makes him incredibly annoying to be around sometimes. He may spend unnecessary hours trying to create something super duper absolutely on the spot perfect. He may also suddenly stop you in the street, pulling out his powder wedges and spotting your face--whether you like it or not! After all, he is just trying to make things look better! You should be thankful. And really, what it comes down to is just how much Vincente's mother has affected who he is. She has forced inhuman expectations on him ever since he was a kid. She would force him on diets if he was getting what she believed to be too "fat," would never compliment him well, and she wanted nothing but the best out of him when it came to his grades or career success. On the other side, she offered him very little help in doing so, and although she would have never hit him, she suffocated him with mental abuse. Because of all this, Vincente never had many friends and only lived in his mother's shadow... 'til he moved out and became Silvia. It is because of the identity of Silvia that Vincente feels like he is truly free to be who he wants to be, and he has more confidence than he has ever had his entire life. There's still just one thorn. His moody and short temper is perhaps Vincente's nastiest thorn of all and makes him a hard person to be around when he's feeling particularly sullen. All that sunshine cowers away and becomes a monster, a grudge holder and mastermind all in one. Get on his bad side and you will find Vincente can be remarkably intelligent and cruel, and he will make you wish you were dead--for he fights in unfair and dirty ways. He isn't a direct attacker by nature and will choose instead to poison your relationships with others or going behind your back in other wicked ways. But fear not. Most of the time, Vincente's moodiness is just a bunch of tantrums, melodrama, and tears, and then he's back to normal. Like a hurricane, it comes in hard and fast, destroying a lot in the beginning, and then mellows out in the end. And the sun comes out once more. So yea, Vincente can be a little sensitive, but that's hardly the image he wants you to see. He is just someone trying to live his life how he wants it, motivated by a passion for fashion. He can be a friend, ally, and awesome person all in one, and he would do anything to protect you. Just...don't try to look too hard at the man under all those layers of FAKE. ✖History Keeping up appearances. It is the motto of those who are concerned with the opinions of society, and moreso, those well-to-do families that want to look like they are the best you have ever seen. Families like the Caro family. Once upon a time, Emilio Caro, an actor, fell in love with blue-eyed supermodel Melanie Fleurette. They were both fashionable, well-kept, and perfect. They settled in a perfect home, had the perfect marriage, and were going to have the perfect family. But, lo, a darker side of Emilio Caro appeared. Melanie was a smart one and noticed it quickly, when in her pregnancy with Vincente, Emilio started coming home later. And sometimes would be gone days at a time. The excuses were becoming asinine to the point that Melanie could take it no longer. When he came home the next time, she saw the lipstick and hickey marks. She yelled, she screamed, and in their fight, Emilio said the cruelest thing any man can say to a woman, especially a woman whose career depended on it: "You just... aren't beautiful to me any more, Mel!" It was at that very moment that Melanie's mind shattered. She was only 22. She was young. She was a knockout. But to hear her own husband, a man whose half-naked poses appeared in the latest magazine aimed for fifteen-year old girls, tell her SHE, Melanie Fleurette, was not beautiful?! She knew she had just lost the road to the perfect life, and she wanted to make Emilio pay. She plotted that night how she would escape this man. And in half a year's time, just after Vincente's birth, she roasted Emilio for all he was worth. She got a large, daunting alimony and happy in her success, she fled. She found a new modeling agency that paid well. But Melanie was still a pretty immature woman and spent a great deal on accessories and clothes. Her career was also very demanding, so Vincente's company as a baby and toddler was often an old woman that changed every year. He hardly saw his mother except at night and in the early morning. He remembered watching her put on makeup in the morning, and she would smile at him--that same fake smile she did for her photoshoots. But even though Melanie got so consumed in her job she forgot Vincente even existed, he never forgot her. In fact, he thought he firmly believed that he had the most beautiful mommy in the world. Vincente's school years passed without even a turn of heads. He was neither a high achiever nor a special talent of any sort. He was part of the mean of the Bell curve, the average. Vincente thought this was how it was going to be. Simple. Average. And he would come home to the most perfect suburban house in all the world. However, it would not be so. His mother's modeling career was heading down hill, and as is Melanie's style, she intended to take down everyone with her. She took her anger out on her son, and in his later years of elementary, she suddenly began criticizing his average performance and complaining that he even had no special gift which she could be proud of. Or so she thought. When he was 10, Vincente's mutant expression showed itself only for a bit, when he was writing a small paper for class. He wished and wished the paper would just write itself...and he said to the pen, "Won't you help me think of something?" And sure enough, the pen began writing on its own. Vincente's eyes widened, and he dropped the pen immediately as the teacher came sweeping the aisles. He convinced himself it was all a dream. Surely, he must have been tired. It didn't happen again. However, Vincente had bigger things to worry about. His mother's temper became worse. A woman who had always had money to splurge and have someone else take care of was slowly losing that ridiculously plush income of hers. And she turned to her son now. He had to clean the house, do mom's makeup, do mom's hair, wash mom's clothes. You're a big boy now, Vincente, start acting like one. Vincente, what is this? You can do better than that. Can't you do anything right? But somehow in the light of it all, Vincente didn't hate his mother...at first. He was the compliant son-slash-servant, and he became quite good at what he was doing. He was learning to tune out her crow-like voice of criticism, and he found peace in cleaning. He especially found peace in doing her makeup, because he thought his mother was so beautiful, and he had the privilege to make sure she looked absolutely stunning. It was something he loved, although he never told her his feelings. And as the years rolled by, Melanie expected more and more perfection, physical and mental--whittling and shaping her son into the sculpture of perfection she oh-so-desired to see. Her creation. Her pride and joy. And ... her credit, so she believed. When Vincente started getting awards for good grades, Melanie was quick to show her beaming smiling face, pushing to get into the front row with her son. When he got praised for his artistic ability, she was quick to claim she had raised and nurtured him that way. It was because of HER that he ever got any gift. Except just that one. There was only one gift that she could take zero credit for, because Vincente Caro's mutant DNA was all his father's family's fault. When he was thirteen, another strange thing happened. He was cleaning the house one day, and honestly, he was worn out. He didn't want to clean. Like many kids, he just wished the chores would do themselves. And suddenly, the broom flew out of his hands and started sweeping the floor by itself. The mop followed suite, doing just the same. They cleaned the kitchen floor all by themselves, and in a span of thirty minutes, the whole house was perfect. Vincente just sat there, confused and utterly lost. He didn't show his mother, because unlike most kids--who thought this kind of thing was cool--Vincente was just...scared. He was scared Mom would disown him. She was all he had. His mother didn't like his grades, after all, would she like some crazy new magic? Vincente knew that answer. Soon enough, Vincente got tired of his mother. He eventually started liking using his mutant ability behind her back (like it was his own little secret), but he had long caught on to her suffocating ways and was preparing to run away someday. He didn't know when or how, but he'd figure it out. It actually came to him through several of the visits when Melanie's model friends came to visit. They watched as Vincente did what he did everyday--fixed her makeup. And one of them asked how he did it, who taught him, and he said he taught himself... "With my help of course," his mother quipped. But they ignored that. One of the models saw immense talent in what Vincente did, gave him her card, and suggested he become a professional makeup artist. "But first," she said to him, "you need training. I can get that for you." Under the wing of Melanie's friend, Sophia, Vincente took the first step into his career working for a modeling agency as their parttime makeup artist trainee while he finished school. He also met his first boyfriend there, who was madly in love with Vincente's long pink hair more than Vincente himself. Ah, the world of fashion, where Vincente would really acquaint himself with the superficial and crazy model queens of the world. Regardless of all the not-so-friendly personalities, Vincente's passion for the world of makeup grew and grew. He knew he found his calling at last. He applied at a women's makeup store outlet to get a second part-time job and some more experience, and in his last years of high school, Vincente was smiling nearly everyday with immense and indescribable joy. When he graduated, he had saved up enough money to find himself a good place to live and ran free of his mother's clutches at last. She had gotten older and was certainly outliving her modeling days, as noted by her declining career, but Vincente's life had begun new. Now, crossdressing, where did that come in... Well, for Vincente, it was honestly "for the lulz." One customer had come into the store and said, "Excuse me, Miss" only to realize as he turned around that he was very much not a woman. But Vincente hadn't even thought of it before. So, he said "What the hell!" and started crossdressing. Not only did it make his customers a lot more comfortable with him--believe it or not--but under a new identity, he actually gained some anonymity from his mother, and perhaps, as well from the scientists who were hunting mutants. Afraid yet more confident than he has ever been, Vincente has lived under the identity of Silvia for four years now, climbing the ranks with an awesome portfolio as a makeup artist, and with a secret power he will never admit. He made it big after going to a conference with Sophia and gained quite the reputation in only a good 24 hours and a few tequila shots later. But... will he ever admit his real secret? He's thinking that day will come a lot sooner than he would like. But he'll lie until that day comes. He's good at that. ✖ Example Click-clack. Click-clack. Ah yes, the sound of heels on laminated floor. It echoed in time with the squeaks of tennis shoes, the scruffing of flats, and the clunking of boots. In the mall, it was like this until 6:00 PM, the symphony of shoes. It was the sound of potential money weaving its way to the little outlets, searching for what material good they might buy. But one pair of high heels belonged to a man. A man who was arriving thirty minutes early to his favorite little spot, just as he always did. This man had gorgeous curly pink hair, with those perfect French curls that bounced when he walked. He had a single red hairband in his hair as an accessory, and today, he was just wearing a frilly white blouse with a knee-length red skirt. Those pumps of his were also bright red. He walked into the pastel pink atmosphere of his favorite makeup store, La Rouge~, and those lips of his curved quickly into a smile. He took a brief moment to find the nearest mirror and comb his fingers through his hair, check out his makeup job, until he heard a woman's voice. [/style][STYLE=font-size: 15px;color: #eaeaea;text-align: center;letter-spacing: -1px;]This character is played by [Jelly].[/style] |
