Post by MANRIC FOLCO CABA on Mar 18, 2012 18:25:05 GMT -5
MANRIC FOLCO CABA!
| THRILL SEEKER | CHARISMATIC | STREET SMART |
Name: Manric Folco Caba
Age: 23
Birthdate: 08. 15. 20.
Gender: Male
Speicies: He's what one might call... A freelance hunter...
Family Members:The only family member Manric has managed to keep in touch with is his younger sister Camilla and that's only because the girl is quite persistent. [/ul]
Height: 6'0
Weight: 200
Build: Athletic slender
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Play- By:Cam Gigandent[/ul]
Personality:
Manric could best be described as the boy every good girl's daddy warned her about, and it could also be why he always seems to be having those very same good girls eating out the palm of his hand. Manric could never be confused for the good guy, he is the kind of man that spent the majority of his life looking out for himself, but it's what he had to do to survive. His younger years had been spent living on the streets so it could be why that saavy sweet talker and his disarming ways were always just so damn good at getting most girls to open up their doors, and bedspread for him, but who was Manric to complain about such attentive bedside manner?
Aside from his weakness and addiction to a nice set of legs that led to a pretty face, Manric is in all actuality a hard worker and dependable when he's needed. Though he's never stayed in one place for too long, something his current stay with the Capulets is proving contradictory, Manric is a definite Jack of all trades, from card dealing and bartending to construction and all the dirty work in between Manric has learned all his skills onsite with no troubles and his youth and strength only seem to get better with each and every odd job he keeps to help pay the rent.
Though he's a hunter now, Manric still holds a joy for life, still believes in taking it slow and letting all the good moments sink in. He likes to think it's one of his few positive qualities and though he knows how to work hard does so with no problems, Manric lives his life to the fullest knowing each day could be his last and with his newest calling that statement couldn't be anymore true, so why should he waste his time being angry or holding grudges? Something he wished some people close to him could learn to see...
Likes:
-Hunting
-Swimming
-Gambling
-Drinking
-Women
-Sex
-Music
-Hiking
-Working out
-Shooting
Dislikes:
-Being attached to a woman for too long
-People getting emotional
-Losing
-Being challenged
-Showing his emotions
- Inequality
-Overbearing perfume
-Being told what to do
-Waiting
-Being told no
Strengths:
-Charming
-Sneaky
-Quick thinker
-Skilled hunter
-Stealthy
Weaknesses:
-His younger sister
-The Capulets
-Women
-Alcohol
-Danger
History:
Manric was born to a poverty stricken family in the bustling city of Madrid, Spain. The oldest son and second oldest child to a growing family of six the last time he'd checked, Manric had always been the definition of the black sheep of the family. He wasn't okay with the quality of life he'd been born in to. Manric didn't make a good poor person, in fact he often times berated his father from a young age for not making the effort to at least making sure that all children had a pair of shoes while they waited for the older ones hand me downs.
While his siblings didn't seem to mind being the poor kids in school, or taking charity, Manric refused to be the one taking charity from the elitist who thought five euros would make his day and he let them all know it. He worked for his money as soon as he could, instead of going to school he ran odd jobs for the less than savory making an allowance that would allow him to save up money, to buy his younger siblings what their father apparently thought they could do without.
That didn't exactly make him a favorite though, his older sister was convinced that Manric simply thought himself better than the family, which honestly he only thought that as a whole they all were better then the filth they were fine in living with. That didn't matter though, by the age of 13 when he'd stopped going to school all together in light of working to help his family, Manric's father became enraged that his own son would think himself a bigger man at such a young age then his own father. It was when Manric knew he'd outstayed his welcome in the cramped three bedroom apartment in squalor and he hadn't exactly been too torn up about it, though one sibling in particular did seem to try making it hard on him to leave.
Camilla, or cielito as Manric preferred to call her, had been only 8 when Manric had left his home but from birth the girl had been attached to her older brother, crying for him to hold her, crawling after him, waiting for him at the door like some sort of pet and running after him any and everywhere he'd be in the house. When no one was looking, the dark haired cherub had even managed to get her brother to play dolls with her and have tea parties. She seemed to know her brother had been leaving and it is still a hard thing for Manric to think about his baby sister and those deep brown eyes staring at him and filled with tears as he snuck out with nothing but a knapsack on his back, not that he left much behind anyway. Camilla left him her lucky hair tie, a simple red band that Manric keeps tied around his left wrist and hasn't taken off since.
That was the last he'd heard of his family for quite some time and though he probably should have been more affected by it, Manric couldn't help the joy at his freedom, the pride in his money no matter what way it came. He lived life better on his own then his own father could have ever dreamed and he traveled anywhere and everywhere he pleased, met people from all walks of life learning something from all as well as leaving his mark on some, after all Manric wasn't the type of man women could ever forget.
It was a dream life for Manric, he'd been able to travel the world, make good money and learn with his hands, something he found he was quite good at. He rubbed elbows with the elite and while he may not have had formal education, Manric was by no means an idiot and knew enough to keep him from looking like a mongrel in public settings. It was how he found himself in America, he found the land of opportunity just that. A hot bed of women seeking companionship and people ready and willing to give him the money he needed to get by. He'd made it to from New York to Los Angeles and all the big hitter cities in between, and found that he'd loved each more than the last and the women he found were only more than willing to take in the stray boy with the Spanish accent and puppy dog eyes.
Manric stumbled into the sleepy Louisiana town by chance, he'd been passing through on his way back to New Orleans, going back to Spain finding himself homesick for his country but what he found here shook his world every which way. He settled down as a local bartender in some no name bar a friendly enough man to make friends easy and that would be how he came across Abbadon Capulet, a carbon copy of Manric with a southern drawl and just as much confidence. The two kicked it off better than anyone else Manric had ever met and though he'd never exactly known one for longer than five minutes, Manric could easily see that in Abbadon he'd found a lifelong friend.
Then again when someone saves your head from being ripped off by a wolf on steroids, it's kind of hard not to at least extend the man friendship. That would be what's been keeping Manric around these here parts, the fact that he found a kinship among the Capulets a great incentive to stay but the knowledge that little red was in danger, well Manric just couldn't turn his back on a good hunt. So while he may be freshly green to the ins and outs of hunting, Manric has proved to be a quick study, a steady hand, and a hell of a life saver to his friend so while Abbadon had the first save as far as paybacks go, Manric does like to think they're fairly even by this point.
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Alias: Gee <3
Experience: 5+ years ... >.>
How you found us: That trail of candy :D
Other characters: weewee
How we should contact you: bat signal o.o[/ul]