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| User: | sininblood (82418) black black heart
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| Name: | Rafael Battista | |||||||||
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| Bio: |  Character Name(s): Rafael Martin BattistaNicknames/Aliases: Rafe Gender: M Race: Vampire Actual Character Age: 27 DOB: November 1, 1979 Physical Description: Rafe is 5'9" and 160 pounds with dark hair that he wears short and spiky more often than not and arresting blue eyes that can look darker or lighter depending on what color he wears. He's very aware of the appeal inherent in his chiseled features and pouty lips, and he doesn't hesitate to use it. Even when he dresses casually, his clothing choices are well thought out, with a preference for dark, dramatic colors. He's fashionable and definitely vain, both when he was human and currently as a vampire. Distinguishing marks: Fangs and extremely pale skin. PB: Jonathan Rhys Meyers Birth Location: Santa Cruz, CA Personality: You mean Rafe isn't God's gift to the universe? Shhh, don't tell him that, because he firmly believes that he is. Charming, cocky and slightly arrogant is how he comes across when one first meets him. He has an artistic temperament, to be sure, and behind the quick braggadocio is the tendency to brood when things don't go as he'd prefer. He'd rather get his way with his ready smile and flirtacious nature, but when that doesn't work, look out for the temper. He's intensely possessive when it comes to both friends and those he dates, a quality that becomes quickly apparent to anyone who gets to know him well. Underneath the high maintenance exterior, though, is a guy who can be both caring and sensitive, however that side of him isn't shown to just anybody. Personal Background: Rafael Martin Battista was born as the third child to an Irish mother and an Italian father in November of 1979 in Santa Cruz, California. His sister Sia and his brother Paolo were two and four years older, respectively. The Battista family had its financial struggles, with Paolo Sr. managing a grocery store and Rose taking in laundry to bring in extra income, but they were proud and independent, always putting their best face forward in public. The children would have new clothing and shoes for school even if it meant the family ate ramen and peanut butter for dinner. There were a lot of substandard meals over the years, but the family was solid and Rafe, as the baby, was particularly indulged and petted. He proved to be bright, if a touch lazy when it came to schoolwork, and musically talented, quickly mastering the guitar lessons he started at the age of ten. All the Battista children took music lessons, though Rafe was the only sibling who displayed natural ability. His singing voice, on the other hand, was nothing to write home about, but he did a decent job of faking it when he wanted to. He and his siblings fought constantly, and the Battista household was always noisy and cluttered and chaotic to the point that Rose despaired of her children ever becoming civilized human beings. On occasion she hauled the whole bunch to church, which she generally regretted once one or more of the kids caused her tremendous embarrassment. It was a typical upbringing in a large family. Rafe grew to adulthood in the town of Santa Cruz, happy if more than a little spoiled, the majority of the time effectively using his charm to cause things to go his way. His grades had been good enough for him to obtain a scholarship from USC, and he moved to Los Angeles at the age of eighteen to begin his freshman year of college. While he enjoyed the social aspects of college, he didn't like getting up early, nor did he care for the amount of work that was required. He spent the next three years skating along the edge, keeping his grades just high enough to retain his scholarship. He was never a person who was willing to expend much energy on things he did not like, and once he'd passed his twenty-first birthday, he abruptly quit uni in the middle of the semester. His siblings and his parents all told him he was making a mistake to leave school with so little time remaining, but he wanted to live now, not six months from now, not later. Rafe was stubborn, and there was no talking him out of a course of action once he'd made up his mind. He moved into his brother Paolo's Los Angeles apartment and began looking for a job. The options for an attractive boy with his fair share of charm in L.A. were reasonably diverse, and he made a decent living between occasional work as a movie extra and employment as a waiter at high-end restaurants. His jobs never lasted very long, since personality conflicts with his managers and co-workers were frequent. No matter, there were always more jobs to be had in the busy, glittery, transient town. Within several years, he'd saved up enough to afford both his own apartment and the sporadic visit home to Santa Cruz to visit the rest of his family. He had it made. It was the type of life he'd fantasized about when he'd been growing up poor in a large family: a glamorous city where there was always something happening, enough money to support himself and have a touch to spare, a group of friends and acquaintances as social as he was and, in his twenty-sixth year, a girlfriend who was one of the most gorgeous women he'd ever known. While their relationship was laced with intermittent strife due to Rafe's possessive nature, it endured in its on and off fashion for a good while. The two were not good for each other, and they both knew it, though it wasn't necessarily admitted out loud. She was one of the few who'd ever gotten to see the softer side of Rafe that could be tender and loving. They'd recently gone through yet another breakup, and it was a steamy September night when Rafe left a party on his cycle, having had a little too much to drink. It wasn't smart, but he was invincible, wasn't he? It had started to rain, and on a secluded back road, the bike began to slide, and with his reflexes dulled by liquor, he wasn't able to correct his course. The bike hit a tree, and Rafe was thrown several yards away, at the side of the road, the impact breaking his right arm, among other injuries. After he crashed, the rain-swept darkness was utterly silent, with nobody in sight... until a vampire emerged from the nearby woods, drawn by the sound of the crash and the scents of sweat, spilled gasoline and blood. Thomas Shepherd, who'd been a vampire since 1898, had intended only to feed from the wounded motorcyclist and then leave him to die. However, once he pulled Rafe's helmet off and got a good look at him, he found himself tempted to Sire the man. He would make a lovely vampire, and he would probably die from the injuries he'd received in the crash, anyway. Or so Thomas rationalized to himself as he pulled Rafe back into the woods, out of sight of anyone who might happen upon the accident scene. Rafe was conscious, and he understood in a vague, dreamy sort of way what was happening to him; he accepted the blood Thomas offered him because he did not want to die. Not then, not ever. The turning was incredibly painful, but once Rafe had recovered, he found that his injuries healed swiftly and that he enjoyed being a vampire. He was strong and fast and he could see with an acuity he'd never before imagined. He realized that his Sire was attracted to him, and he used that to his advantage as he began his adjustment to his new state of being. He and Thomas left the Los Angeles area and traveled for the next several months, both in the States and abroad. He hadn't told his family what had happened to him; he merely told them that he had a different job that involved a great deal of travel. He figured he could deal with any complications when or if they arose. Rafe's life with Thomas became more and more fraught with tension, as it seemed that both men were equally stubborn and determined to have their own way. More than likely, the situation was not helped by the way Rafe had been stringing Thomas along, unwilling to let the other man as close to him as he would have liked to be. They were in Aruba in early February of 2007 when they fought bitterly, the altercation both physical and verbal, for what would prove to be the last time. Rafe left his Sire, planning to make his way back to California and pick up his life in Los Angeles. However, a scout from Halcyon who'd happened to be in the area followed him, having overheard the argument and realized the nature of the two participants. Since Rafe was estranged from his Sire, he was convinced to give the school a try. If nothing else, it would get him to a location where Thomas couldn't easily find him. Family: Mother, Rosemarie Martin Battista, 51, father, Paolo Valente Battista, 54, brother, Paolo Giovani, 31 and sister, Sia Arabella, 29.  Weakness: sunlight, holy objects, fire, decapitation, stubbornness, arrogance Magical Abilities: Manipulation of air (ability to cause wind in varying degrees of force) Any Training: Nothing beyond the basics taught by his Sire in a short period of time. Special Skills: Enhanced senses, strength and healing, is a fairly good guitarist. House: Terrene House Start date at Halcyon: February 2007 Classes: Late Morning: Supernatural Feeding Habits Mid Afternoon: Blades: Swords Late Afternoon: Philosophy Early Night: Bloodlust: Controlling the Urge After School Clubs: Music Club Teaches: N/A Job: N/A AIM Name: sin in blood Rooming with: Alone  JRM bordered photos in userinfo were made by lonelywaterfall. | |||||||||
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