Raphael Jenkins
Nov 26, 2011 16:50:58 GMT -5
Post by Raphael Jenkins on Nov 26, 2011 16:50:58 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Raphael Edward Jenkins
Nickname: Raph
Age: Nineteen
Member Group: Local/ Greenview Community College
Power(s): Force field generation
Play By: Blaine Cook.Let it F L O W . . .I am gay. That's the first thing you need to know about me. I'm the only son of the Right Honorable Edward Jenkins III and Roxanne Jenkins. Just in case those names aren't familiar, they are diplomats, and our family line goes all the way back to the William the Conqueror, the way my father tells it. I'm irreverent, snarky and entirely in love with my life. I'm very dedicated to the concept of sowing wild oats, and mean to keep up with that. I want to study Interior Design and perhaps open my own studio some day. I have a gift with colors, and I want to get a degree so that I can do something other than rest on the rather large piles of money that my parents have.
My parents had me about 19 years ago, and were dismayed when I began to show a marked tendency towards more feminine pursuits. I didn't want to play with dolls or anything, but I was far more interested in reading actual books rather than comic books, painting rather than engaging in outdoor sports and color coordinating my outfits. Don't get me wrong, I don't wear dresses, I'm not that gay, but its still a stain upon the family. After all, I'm supposed to get married and carry on the family name. Its pretty obvious that I'm not going to do that. So, my parents are happy to get rid of me however they can. They've sent me to Spain and America, all in the vain hope that someone would “cure” me of my sexuality. Maybe now they have given up.
I've traveled extensively with my parents, their diplomatic posts taking us all over the world. Not to mention all of the places they've sent me in an attempt to fix me. During the near constant travel, I discovered my love of color and texture. I've decorated every house we've ever lived in since the time I was 12. I've gotten many compliments, although my mom declined to ever actually mention that I was the designer. She was, as usual, to ashamed. So I simply continued to decorate and she reaped the praise. It only bothers me a bit, although the thought of what she will do without me around to decorate makes me laugh. Her sense of style is atrocious. She used to have me go shopping with her so that I could pick out what looked best on her. My style is largely Mediterranean based. Deep corals, turquoise, soft green and blue. I take my influence from the sea and the ancient ruins that dot the countryside in that area.
I've attended many schools through the years, getting beat up on a regular basis for how I present myself and my sexual preference. Around the time I turned 15, I ran away from the latest school and went back out on the streets to fend for myself. I got pretty heavy into drugs and alcohol, as well as pimping myself out to earn money. When I was found by my recruiter, I had a pretty little apartment that was paid for by a client. Two others paid all the bills. A new client was a tad jealous, and tried to beat the life out of me, but for some reason most of the hits were deflected in mid-air and finally he left. I passed out from the few injuries he had managed to inflict, only to wake in the hospital, with the Hammel recruiter sitting by my bed.
I'm not sure how the recruiter found me, I just know that he did. Hammel's been the only place I haven't run from. I have control over what they tell me is force field generation, although sometimes it pops up involuntarily if someone hurts me. The side effects are fairly vicious, as I lose my sense of touch, depth-perception and I get really cold. It doesn't come into play very often as people seem to be more accepting of gay folks around here.
What Raphael isn't saying:
His parents sent him away to school because they did travel so much. They wanted him to have a stable environment. He came home for every school break and holiday. They've only lived in 2 houses since he was 12. They are not happy that he's gay, however they do accept the situation as best as they can. They did send him to two camps in an attempt to make sure that he wasn't just making up the whole thing.
He is so brash and bold and over the top gay because of his experiences. He has found that people deal with him in a far more dismissive manner if he is so blatantly gay. The exception to this is anyone who is homophobic or simply against gay people. He used to pop ecstasy, and some marijuana, but is clean except for cigarettes now.
Clients didn't pay for his apartment, his pimp did, and the "client" that came to beat him up was his pimp. Raphael doesn't have clear memories of that night because of how drunk he was, and although its been a while since that night, he still has nightmares about it. He over-compensates for his previous life and the sadness that pervaded it. He wants to build the reputation that he was desired and loved, because he didn't have much of that.
He seeks acceptance and will bend over backwards to get it from someone he likes. And Raph likes just about everyone. He's a highly sexual being, because he equates sex with love, at least in the moment.
He sees the recruiter as an Angel like figure, and that is the reason he managed to stay clean. He doesn't want to disappoint that person, even though he might never see him again. Raph's a people pleaser. He can't stand the thought of failing anyone. He got in a few fights his first few months at Hammel, but eventually settled down and applied himself to learning. He graduated last spring and enrolled in the local community college. He doesn't do great, but he's passing in all his classes.
Raphael has always been upbeat and has a naturally sunny personality. Doing the same task over and over, or being in one place to long will tend to dim that. Prior to his coming out, he was a happy baby that grew into a sad child who wished his parents were around more. Once he accepted his sexuality, he redid himself into the flamboyant stereotype. At his heart, Raphael is a creature that simply wants attention. He craves love and will accept it in whatever form it comes. He is quick to latch onto people that show him affection, although he's just as casual towards one-night stands. He's sweet, fun, and always up for a good time.
If anyone breaks through the outer shell, they wil find someone who thinks and reads and strives to improve himself. They will find someone who has a great capacity to love, even if he can't show it in an appropriate manner. They will find a rather serious person beneath the easy smile and ready laughter. If they get that far, they might get farther and find the scared man beneath it all, who thinks that everyone will abandon him if he isn't funny and smart and charming.Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Kasumi
Age: 33
RP Experience: A few years
How did you find us?: Angel and C and SassyShow your S K I L L S . . .From another site:
Today marked an anniversary of sorts for the once-flamboyantly blond gay man sitting by the dog kennels, inhaling deeply on a cancer stick. It had been six months he’d been trapped in this hell hole. Six, long, tortuous months. He’d found a girl, and presumably, lost her. He’d spent a few days in isolation, he’d come on to staffers and other inmates alike. Basically, he’d done everything he could in this place. Now, he was just bored. Every day was the same damn routine, and it was all just so bleak and dreary. He’d never been at such a dull place for such a long time. It wore down his natural enthusiasm. He could feel the greyness of this place taking bites from his soul.
He still wasn’t sure what had happened between Sharon and Faith that day in the church, but Sharon hadn’t been around as much to talk to. He was assuming that she was spending her time with Faith, which would make sense. It sucked all to hell for their grand scheme, but he understood. If Drew showed up, as much as Raphael would like to think he was over him, he’d be back at his side in a heartbeat. So, even though he was a tad upset, he couldn’t bring himself to blame Sharon for her actions. He completely understood.
The tip of his cigarette glowed as he pulled in another deep breath of nicotine and tar, feeling it work its calming magic on his psyche. It was likely largely psychosomatic, but he was grateful for the effect no matter its origin. Calm was something he needed sometimes. Raphael tended to be on the hyper side, and a nice, soothing cigarette was a guaranteed way to soften the edges of that hyperactivity. Currently, the kennels were empty except for a few puppies that were resting in the shade. It was why he’d chosen this spot to smoke instead of the courtyard he normally used. He had wanted peace and quiet and to not get caught by the idiot staff members if at all possible. Short of Reese, there wasn’t a good one in the bunch.
Raphael wasn’t sure if he could stand another six months of this place and still be himself when he got out. He knew he could lie convincingly and convince them he’d changed if he had to. Just about anything was deemed worth it if it got him free of Witchlent. He needed to find a side lover, someone who was discreet and could give Raphael what he craved, at least until he was freed or escaped. Although escape was a pretty slim possibility and he knew it. But then of course, the question became what exactly did Raphael crave? The answer was deceptively simple. He wanted someone to care. Even if it was an unconsummated relationship, he just wanted someone to give a damn about him in more than a casual friendship sort of way. That was the one thing he missed about Drew, and why the relationship had gone so fast. They had an instinctual bond, and they cared for each other. Raphael would always care for Drew. He knew that. He also knew that he needed to find someone else, because living in the past worked for no one.
As he took another deep breath, a shadow caught the corner of blue eyes and he looked up, smiling at the person who was invading his privacy. ”Hello there.”
