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"Dude...the ladies hate me, but I love them!"
Name: Kyle Vasquezo
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Nationality: Kyle's ancestors are distantly Spanish, but for his whole life he's known most of his family nowadays are all Italians. So he claims he's Italian.
Age: Kyle is 20, but ocassionally lies to get anything. He's just...tricky.
Description: Kyle looks exactly like he acts. A thief. He wears mostly brown or black clothes to blend in, and most he never washes. Yes, he has a home, and a washer and dryer...but he refuses to use it. His philosophy? "Never waste any piece of fabric by feeding it to a machine." Crazy? Yup. His hair is light brown, nearly blonde, and he always spikes it up in crazy styles. He's very handsome, and flaunts it, though he looks very ordinary. His eyes are green, he's average height, and he's built quite well. He walks almost in a reptilian gait.
Personality: Kyle is stark raving mad, sometimes. His whole life, he's been in peril, so he's supposed to be cautious, right? Nope. Kyle could care less. He's very clever, and loves to steal just for the sake of it. He talks alot, especially to women, earning himself the nickname "Caffiene".
History: Kyle was the fourth child in a very poor family. His parents were usually on drugs, so he wasn't supported well. When he was ten, the police found a pound of illegal drugs in their room, and thusforth, his parents were dragged away, also on charges for the murder of their neighbors, which they were false accused of, and therefor they were sentenced to life. Kyle and his brothers and sisters were left on the streets, but eventually, Kyle was the last one alive. Different incidents had picked them all off, one by one. Finally, Kyle was found by Djinni, the same gypsy who controls his roommate Gustu, and cursed him when he tried to pick her pocket. So, he and Gustu are now stuck together, after ten years of dangerous tests to Kyle's goodwill.
Advantages: Kyle is the best liar that most people have ever met. He can trick most anyone, except for Djinni and Gustu. He is also very fast and tends to be loose on rules, so he doesn't mind most people.
Disadvantages: Being beaten constantly has kept Kyle from growing up in a healthy lifestyle. He's a pretty bad slob, and he's social in an odd way, scaring most people. He's also pretty weak.
Significant Other: None. Ha. As cute and cuddly Kyle seems, he's not usually dating women...they break up with him within a day.
Family: Kyle's whole entire family is dead, basically, and he only has Gustu, who is like a brother to him. Oh, and Djinni...their crazy 'mom', technically.
Role-play Sample: "Gosh, do you EVER shower?"
"Nope...but you know to love me for it!" he chuckled, flopping down onto couch with a cold soda. He quickly sipped the bubbles from the top, green eyes lighting up with amusement as he leaned back with an 'aah' of satisfaction. After a moment, the young man ran a hand through his spiky light brown hair, grinning from ear to ear. His tan skin nearly blended in with the tan couch they had in the sloppy living room.
"Hardly...You smell like the dumpster where they dump the remains of the fertilizer company." Gustu muttered, nearly wishing there was a beer in the fridge. He grabbed a soda instead, gulping most of it down before he kicked Kyle's feet off the couch and sat down.
Kyle pouted slightly, then sighed. "Oh well...at least I have my own method of living."
"Like...getting beat up alot?"
"Shut up!" Kyle muttered, crossing his arms. Today he was wearing his fingerless gloves, so his hands felt warm against his bare arms. He sighed, slumping on the couch before pulling a knife from his pocket and looking at it. "I'm bored...Can we go back to work?"
"Nope...got a date with Maron. You're staying here, understand?" Gustu stood, eyes narrowing sharply. "Right?"
Kyle hid a smirk, and nodded, yawning. "Yeah...I'll just nap here." he murmured. Gustu sighed, walking off, knowing he was lying. Kyle's eyes glinted with mischief, and he smirked deeply. He was going out tonight...for sure.
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