Post by raivis on Jul 25, 2011 19:51:40 GMT -8
Name: Raivis Galante
Country of Origin: Latvia
Gender male
Age: 15
Height: 5 foot
Weight: 120
Appearance:
Crew member of: None as of yet
Status: Pet: None
Crest: None
Personality:
Raivis is very shy and very quiet. He’s usually found sitting down and reading instead of fighting or doing the chores he's assigned. Raivis is more like his mother; Soft spoken, kind, gentle, and book smart. Even if he sometimes speaks without thinking which usually gets him into trouble.
Raivis does have a small drinking problem he acquired from living in an orphanage in a rundown area, but on a good day he can hold about 2 cups worth of liquor, which isn't really much. He does have a weak constitution and tends to fall ill very easily, but he does try his best. After being bullied in the past, Raivis does have a habit of stuttering when nervous, which is quite often, especially around people who seem intimidating.
History:
Raivis’s father was a pirate, and his mother was the simple daughter of an Inn woman and a fisherman. Of course being a pirate his father couldn’t stay, but it was taken as a one night fling and a picture to remember each other by. No one ever thought she would become pregnant.
But his mother was ecstatic! She was so happy to be a mother, and have someone to remind her of her love.
During the years, Raivis often times heard stories about his father and pirates. He seemed to be a good, kind pirate. He wanted to be one!
"When I grow up, I'll become a pirate, and then we can go find papa and be a family!" Raivis would often claim to his mother.
But for now he was comfortable being here in this village.
Often times, his mother would sing him songs and teach him how to cook and all sorts of things. Most of the time his mother would take him to the same lake she and his father would go to on dates. The two of them would often play games and swim in that lake during the summer.
However, one day when he was 8 years old, a group of renegade pirates came and destroyed his village. This was not what he had expected. He’d heard tales of his father and they were good stories! These pirates weren’t good! They were evil! They were monsters!
That day he decided he didn’t want to be a pirate. His family was killed during this raid on his home; his grandparents…his mother.
He was taken away to live in an orphanage in another town. It wasn’t very rich, or anything, but it was a roof over their heads. It was actually here, that he developed that small problem of under aged drinking. He would occasionally steal some out of the liquor cabinet in the kitchen with the other children, but he could never hold it. He was usually picked on by other children for that fact and became more of a shut in.
Raivis remained in that village until he was 15 when another set of pirates came and ransacked this place as well. However, this group of pirates had taken prisoners; probably to sell into slavery and make a profit. The captain went through and inspected each captive, judging them like a piece of meat.
Of course he thought the kid was useless. However, Raivis developed a plan…a plan that he would make happen. He would join a captain’s crew, and find his father!
He just…had to prove he was useful to the man that was going to sell him in the long run. Of course schmoozing a pirate wasn’t easy but he was able to do so; much to his surprise, actually. But that pirate had actually said he had someone interested in purchasing the boy. Whoever that was, he hoped didn’t kill him.
Allegiance: (I kind of see him working on Ivan’s crew so...whichever that is)
How They Died:
WWII was what people would call hell on Earth. Latvia was one of those who didn’t make it. He almost made it till the end…but he was too far gone. Being interrogated, tortured and brutally beaten by Axis Soldiers made him too far gone. His body was so rotted away with scars and wounds; some of them infected and sweltering with puss and black around the edges.
He was starved, burned, shot, stabbed and so much worse. One day he heard those iron doors slam open. Was it another soldier to degrade and disgrace him? No…it was someone else. “Brolis…” he heard someone whisper to him soothingly. His eyes had long since lost the ability to give him sight. So he only assumed it was Lithuania.
“O-Oh…T-Toris is that you?” he questioned as he was untied and brought into a warm chest. He shuddered at the feeling. His body was cold to the touch, never a good sign. Raivis sighed. “I-I’m cold…” he whispered softly. He felt Toris’s grip tighten around him as he heard that thick Russian voice converse with the one holding him.
It hurt to breath, and he felt the person hold him tighter. Soft little drops hit his cheeks and he assumed the other was crying; at least he hoped the other was crying. “I-I’m tired…c-can I sleep? T-The soldiers wouldn’t let me sleep…” Latvia panted softly, very short of breath. The other said yes, but Raivis couldn’t hear it too well. At that moment, the boy fell asleep, and his heart stopped. He died one year short of the war being over.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: JACK SPARROW!*cough*thatsexyman!*cough*
((Okay I think it's all fixed to the mods liking, at least I hope so.)
Country of Origin: Latvia
Gender male
Age: 15
Height: 5 foot
Weight: 120
Appearance:
Crew member of: None as of yet
Status: Pet: None
Crest: None
Personality:
Raivis is very shy and very quiet. He’s usually found sitting down and reading instead of fighting or doing the chores he's assigned. Raivis is more like his mother; Soft spoken, kind, gentle, and book smart. Even if he sometimes speaks without thinking which usually gets him into trouble.
Raivis does have a small drinking problem he acquired from living in an orphanage in a rundown area, but on a good day he can hold about 2 cups worth of liquor, which isn't really much. He does have a weak constitution and tends to fall ill very easily, but he does try his best. After being bullied in the past, Raivis does have a habit of stuttering when nervous, which is quite often, especially around people who seem intimidating.
History:
Raivis’s father was a pirate, and his mother was the simple daughter of an Inn woman and a fisherman. Of course being a pirate his father couldn’t stay, but it was taken as a one night fling and a picture to remember each other by. No one ever thought she would become pregnant.
But his mother was ecstatic! She was so happy to be a mother, and have someone to remind her of her love.
During the years, Raivis often times heard stories about his father and pirates. He seemed to be a good, kind pirate. He wanted to be one!
"When I grow up, I'll become a pirate, and then we can go find papa and be a family!" Raivis would often claim to his mother.
But for now he was comfortable being here in this village.
Often times, his mother would sing him songs and teach him how to cook and all sorts of things. Most of the time his mother would take him to the same lake she and his father would go to on dates. The two of them would often play games and swim in that lake during the summer.
However, one day when he was 8 years old, a group of renegade pirates came and destroyed his village. This was not what he had expected. He’d heard tales of his father and they were good stories! These pirates weren’t good! They were evil! They were monsters!
That day he decided he didn’t want to be a pirate. His family was killed during this raid on his home; his grandparents…his mother.
He was taken away to live in an orphanage in another town. It wasn’t very rich, or anything, but it was a roof over their heads. It was actually here, that he developed that small problem of under aged drinking. He would occasionally steal some out of the liquor cabinet in the kitchen with the other children, but he could never hold it. He was usually picked on by other children for that fact and became more of a shut in.
Raivis remained in that village until he was 15 when another set of pirates came and ransacked this place as well. However, this group of pirates had taken prisoners; probably to sell into slavery and make a profit. The captain went through and inspected each captive, judging them like a piece of meat.
Of course he thought the kid was useless. However, Raivis developed a plan…a plan that he would make happen. He would join a captain’s crew, and find his father!
He just…had to prove he was useful to the man that was going to sell him in the long run. Of course schmoozing a pirate wasn’t easy but he was able to do so; much to his surprise, actually. But that pirate had actually said he had someone interested in purchasing the boy. Whoever that was, he hoped didn’t kill him.
Allegiance: (I kind of see him working on Ivan’s crew so...whichever that is)
How They Died:
WWII was what people would call hell on Earth. Latvia was one of those who didn’t make it. He almost made it till the end…but he was too far gone. Being interrogated, tortured and brutally beaten by Axis Soldiers made him too far gone. His body was so rotted away with scars and wounds; some of them infected and sweltering with puss and black around the edges.
He was starved, burned, shot, stabbed and so much worse. One day he heard those iron doors slam open. Was it another soldier to degrade and disgrace him? No…it was someone else. “Brolis…” he heard someone whisper to him soothingly. His eyes had long since lost the ability to give him sight. So he only assumed it was Lithuania.
“O-Oh…T-Toris is that you?” he questioned as he was untied and brought into a warm chest. He shuddered at the feeling. His body was cold to the touch, never a good sign. Raivis sighed. “I-I’m cold…” he whispered softly. He felt Toris’s grip tighten around him as he heard that thick Russian voice converse with the one holding him.
It hurt to breath, and he felt the person hold him tighter. Soft little drops hit his cheeks and he assumed the other was crying; at least he hoped the other was crying. “I-I’m tired…c-can I sleep? T-The soldiers wouldn’t let me sleep…” Latvia panted softly, very short of breath. The other said yes, but Raivis couldn’t hear it too well. At that moment, the boy fell asleep, and his heart stopped. He died one year short of the war being over.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: JACK SPARROW!*cough*thatsexyman!*cough*
((Okay I think it's all fixed to the mods liking, at least I hope so.)
