Post by otto ghiaccio on Mar 29, 2008 14:45:41 GMT -5
About You
Name: rache. :]
Age: fifteen.
Experience: six years. yes, i roleplayed when i was nine.
Other Characters: --
Other: I love roleplaying! :3
The Character
Do you really know who you are?
Full Name: Leticia Ghiaccio
Nickname: Otto. Don't call her anything else.
Age: Twenty-two.
Gender: Female.
Grade: Junior high dropout.
Preferred Gang: Legends, I think.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.
Celebrity used: Victoria Yun
Appearance: Otto is no ordinary woman, and she knows it. She has a very unique look about her, a mix between Asian and European bloodlines giving her a bold, modern look. Long, smooth legs move fluidly, like the tendrils of a squid, not much like the limbs of an awkward human. A slow, chilled gait carries her, graceful and never in a hurry. Over time, she’s learned to move quietly even in those stiletto heels she’s always wearing. A panther. Curved and well-muscled from practicing Korean martial art, Otto knows her power well and just how to use it, too.
Her face is smooth and rounded, with perfectly symmetrical features. Soft pink lips often form pouts and scowls, much more than smiles. A small nose makes her look more angular and sharp, as if she is a chiseled marble statue. But her most powerful aspect is her eyes: a solid amber color, always a bit narrowed, glaring, analyzing. They say that the eyes are windows to the soul, to one’s inner emotion. But not Otto’s. Hers are chips of jasper stone, perpetually frozen in a sort of inspecting expression. Only those that she knows very well are able to melt them down into the glimmer of happiness or the glint of passion, and she never takes the time to get to know anyone.
Her hair is a thick black mane, often hanging in inky masses around her shoulders, unkempt and tangled. It’s cut straight across the brow, framing her face like a big crisp shadow. Sometimes Otto will tie it up just to keep it out of her way, or comb it into pin-straight locks of dark silk. She’s often nagged about getting it cut, but she refuses every time. Otto claims that her hair is a part of herself, however vain that may sound.
As for her clothing, it varies just as much as her mood. She owns quite a collection of clothes, mostly from thrift stores. But you’ll most likely find her in denim short-shorts or a pleated miniskirt, and some sort of solid, low-cut top. And she is absolutely addicted to stilettos. Not just for the sexual icon they are, but because she just barely reaches the height of five feet and two inches, and she hates that fact with a passion. The heels she normally wears usually elevates her up a few inches, which in her mind makes her seem less small and unintimidating. She also has a huge tattoo of an infinity sign on her lower back, which she will sometimes show off with skimpy shirts.
Personality: As described before, Otto rarely lets her emotions pour straight from her. She wears an unusual sort of mask around herself, letting her sensuality boast itself with ease but never giving a single hint of desire. The smiles that rarely cross her face are usually sneers or scoffs. She’ll fake interest in something to lead others astray, pretending to flirt shamelessly when inside she burns with hatred, or pretending to turn her nose up at something when honestly she yearns for it. She seems to be a bit more rational with women than men, simply because she believes she can trust them more. Of course, that doesn’t mean she fully trusts anyone at all. Otto believes that even the kindest gang members around are really only in it for themselves. Humans are rude, selfish animals in her eyes.
Despite how tough Otto appears, she is actually quite childish deep inside. She has never experienced real love or happiness, so oftentimes she has emotional breakdowns when she's alone. The reason she hides her feelings is because she's not quite sure how to deal with them, and she doesn't want to make herself look stupid. She's quite unlike anyone else, not just because she's unique, but also because she's never experienced most of the wonderful things that most people have. Also connected to that fact is that she has a very, very hard time putting herself into someone else's shoes.
Otto has few friends, but when she sparks a relationship with you, you’ll find nobody else more loyal or caring. Otto would jump in front of blasting guns and slashing knives for anyone she cares about. Viciously protective, it’s shocking how far Otto will go for someone, yet how at the same time killing means nothing to her, and human lives are like candles flames in her perspective, destined to either burn out or be blown out. In short, Otto can seem like a cold, ruthless bitch, but if she knows that someone mean s good to her, she’ll protect them and care for them until she dies.
Likes:
+big guns
+sweets
+liquor
+sex
+snow
+faux fur
+tights
+beautiful people
Dislikes:
-sharp things
-children
-rude men
-being underestimated
-being lied to
-salt
-sexism
-dull people
Is the past behind you, or is your mind still dwelling?
Family:
mother; Seung Han.
father; Leo Ghiaccio.
siblings; --
History: As a Korean immigrant, Seung was struggling in the land of opportunity, where that big o-word seemed to have abandoned her completely. She had no family with her, and she had used all of her savings to take a plane overseas to the greatest city in the world: New York. Seung had just graduated from high school and planned to go to a prestigious university and get a brilliant education so she could go back home later and better support her large family, but that plan never even succeeded through phase one. Instead she fell in love with a crude Italian-American named Leo Ghiaccio, who had never told her that he was just as bad-off as herself and he made a living as a drug-dealer. Well, one thing lead to another, of course, and Seung ended up pregnant. Leo never left her side, and tried his best to support his lover, but they both knew there was no way it would all turn out well. So, in the early stages of pregnancy, Seung helped make money by drug-dealing herself, as well as making a few hundred bucks here and there by selling her “services.”
When the little baby was born in Leo’s tiny hovel of an apartment, they named her Leticia to honor Leo’s European lineage, and from that day Seung raised her child to be a killer: so she could fend for herself on the streets and be independent. She managed to get Leticia into the mainstream public schools so she could learn logic, but outside of school her mother trained her in Taekwondo, a modern Korean martial art. Seung wasn’t a master at it, but at least Leticia could learn the basics. It was really all Seung had to offer in the sense of self-protection.
Leticia was a quiet, aggressive child. She hung out with the rough kids at school, the ones that would find their father’s handguns and bring them to school. That was how she learned to mix her Taekwondo with shooting skill: by the time she was in fifth grade, her friends were getting their hands on cheap pistols and, as discreetly as possible, teaching themselves to use them. Sometimes this innocent practice ended in tragedy: more than one of her friends had accidently been killed by a mislead bullet. And when that first limp body hit the asphalt, Leticia was never herself again.
In junior high school, Leticia had begun experimenting with different drugs: ecstasy, cocaine, marijuana, she’d tried a wide spectrum of substances. That was also when she began taking an interest in not just boys, but girls, too. Her first kiss was with her best friend Meghan, and her first boyfriend was at age eleven, in sixth grade. She lost her virginity at age thirteen. Leticia was the school whore, and the girl who spent more time in the principal’s office than class, but not the center of ridicule. By then, the other kids knew what she was like, and wouldn’t dare talk trash about her behind her back. There were even rumors that her friends that had died in elementary had been killed by her, not by accident. Of course, they did not reach her ears.
Leticia made it through junior high without much serious trouble, but in eighth grade, a big-mouthed classmate went a little too far. One day, during passing periods, a kid had bumped rather harshly into Leticia in the hallway without apologizing, and naturally she snapped at him. The boy cowered in mock fear and begged that she didn’t kill him, like she’d killed those other kids, laughing at her anger. A crowd began to gather around them, all jeering at the girl that they’d been dying to make fun of for years. Leticia was stone cold, and for a minute she didn’t react. Then, in a split second, she ripped a small handgun from her bookbag and, bam, blew the boy’s brains out.
That was certain to get her in juvenile hall, and it did. Leticia was then destined to live a life behind bars. She was a murderer. But she was a fiery creature, and she wouldn’t let herself be caged up. So when she was fifteen, she escaped juvenile hall and ran. She ran, and ran, and ran, ran until her feet blistered and bled, until her muscles burned and ached. She spent the next few years of her life living in countless abandoned buildings and under park benches, growing her hair long, cutting her bangs so they didn’t hang in her face. She got an infinity tattoo on her lower back and renamed herself Otto, which was Italian for eight. Though her parents were long gone, she wanted to remember what they had done for her, and that tattoo represented their infinite place in her mind. She had left them without a single goodbye, but she knew that they had figured she was gone to live her life in the streets.
Then, she did was she knew what she had to do if she wanted to truly be safe. She joined a gang. A gang meant belonging somewhere, being protected by allies, and though you were preyed on by enemies like rival gangs and the police, if you died, it would be with honor. She didn’t want to rot alone in prison. So, Otto started a new life. A life as a gangster, fighting to live and living to fight.
[ugh, sorry if this isn't that good. i rushed. :B]
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