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Anyone? Someone detailed. I want a dramatic story with romance (but that won't be the main plot line). Maybe FxF or MxM.
[Name] Gabriel Felipe Francisco [Age] 23
[Date of Birth/Place] January 9; Sao Paulo, Brazil
[Gender] Male
[Occupation] College Student, Soccer Coach
[Ethnicity] Brazilian
[Languages] Portuguese, English
[Appearance]
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FACE CLAIM: Marlon Teixeira
{Eyes} brown
{Hair} brown
{Weight} 210
{Height} 6'1
[Strengths]
+love
+surfing
+commitment
+honesty
+friendships
[Weakness]
-English
-financial issues
-too gullible
-his soft heart
[Personality]
~ loyal ~ happy ~ gentle ~ gullible ~ genuine ~ determined ~ confident ~
abe's got a heart of gold. Once you meet him, he tends to be the most innocent and sweetest guy you could ever meet. It takes alot for him to become cross with you, or to even get the slightest bit upset. He's usually in an overall good mood, with an upbeat personality and vibe. He sees the positive side of things, and does his best to cheer others up. Seeing someone in distress has the equivalent of him being in that persons place, and it pains him to not be able to help. In addition to his childlike personality, gabe is extremely gullible and innocent. He will believe anything you tell him, as long as you can convince him. Gabe is unfamiliar with the horrors of the world, and is generally a clean guy. He aims to be a positive figure in life, and find out what his purpose is. His creativity and aspirations make his dreams realities, making him an overall happy individual.
[History]
TBRPD
~Was born in São Paulo, Brazil
~His family wasn't wealthy but he grew up humble and happy
~Has one older brother, who he no longer talks to
~Interests include football (soccer), photography, learning about different cultures, and athletics
~Worked as a soccer coach as a part time job, earning enough money to keep himself going
~Dreams of joining Brazil's national soccer team, works at it continuously
~Has a cluttered apartment back home with two roommates
[Likes]
#soccer
#little kids
#Brazil
#food
#celebrating
#Americans
#practical jokes
#surf
[Dislikes]
*rain
*bullies
*his brother
*alcohol
*laziness
*traffic
[Other]
Gabriel pressed his forehead against the cool glass of the airplane window, his body slumped against the wall of the cabin. Outside in the painfully bright daylight, his international flight from Brazil was taxiing on the runway. He had just woken up from his slumber at only nine in the morning, and a migraine started the moment he made the mistake of sliding open the window to peek outside. Rubbing his face with his palm, Gabriel groggily straightened up in his seat and untangled his body from the airplane blanket. His neighbor was an old man who particularly disappreciated his snoring and fear of flights, and grumpily shot a look at Gabe when he accidentally had kicked the man's carry on. But not much could dampen his mood, because... he was in Australia! His first foreign country. A whole nother continent! His stomach was a bundle of fear for the new customs he'd experience for his semester abroad. He knew he wouldn't fit in right away with his Portuguese accent and his curly hair, but maybe. .. just maybe. He had left behind all he had known his entire life, his soccer, his job, his messy apartment, the busy streets of Sao Paulo. Gabe had been persuaded into the overseas program for his college course to study in being a physical therapist. He figured that if he never made it on the national team for soccer, he could at least end up as a trainer... right? He had just touched down in Australia, and the nervous knots returned to his stomach. Passengers began to scramble to get their things and file out the airplane exit, in a hurry to get to their luggage before anyone else could. Gabe himself was in no hurry, as there'd be no one to greet him. It would allow for time to explore, to take in the sights slowly. Gabe raked his fingers through his curly mop of hair, adjusting his sweatshirt and gathering his opened backpack under his seat. This he slung over his shoulder, and waited patiently to fall into line behind the other passengers.
Soon enough, Gabe was in the Australian heat with a duffel bag across his chest and a backpack. He looked so out of place, lost with his hood over his head to hide his messy hair and his sunglasses shielding his bloodshot eyes. All around him, people spoke in quick English, hindered with the usual Australian twang. Swallowing his dry throat, Gabe managed in nervous broken English to ask a nearby family for a cafe nearby. Within minutes, a cab was speeding along the streets, towards a large cafe with glass window walls that looked in to a comfy welcoming atmosphere. A few looked over in alarm at Gabriel, who dropped his bags with heavy thuds in a corner. He scrambled for his Australian cash and coins tucked safely in the battered old leather wallet, before striding up to the counter to order.
Lifting his sunglasses, Gabe observed the menu. His mind had calmed down a little, and the anxiety of speaking the language had diminished since the airport scene. He had taken English courses as a language in his early years of college, so finding familiar words came more easily. "I would like... a coffee? With cream, please," Gabe managed, digging into his wallet for the currency the barista asked for. "Yes, and... pastry, a pastry please," Gabriel added quickly as his order was rung up. He really needed to sleep, as the bags under his eyes and the sleep evident in his voice showed. He'd relax her, then get a ride to the small apartment he would borrow for the semester. Soft music floated in the cafe, with the sharp grinding of the coffee blender piercing his ears. He waited for his order with his arms crossed across his chest, his eyelids drooping.
Moments later, Gabe was settled in a cushioned chair with his phone charging on the table. His coffee rested on the small table he sat at, and the pastry was slowly being devoured. Jet lag seemed to really toy with his body systems, and nausea rose and fell in his stomach. The coffee didn't help like it normally would to wake him up, and eventually Gabe gave up. He couldn't resist putting his head down on his arms on the table, soon snoring softly for the next twenty minutes. The sleep was nice while it lasted, until one of the workers asked him to leave. He probably looked homeless, unkempt and with scruff forming on his chin. "S-sorry," Gabriel had muttered softly with embarassment, before hauling out of the cafe. He was back out on the sidewalk again, with not a cab in sight on the street. No bus stop, either. What was he supposed to do, walk...?
That was exactly what Gabriel did, using the GPS on his phone to trek the 4 miles with his luggage to the apartments. Dressed warmly for the plane still, Gabriel wasn't prepared for the heat of the sun. It beat down on his back, sweat dripping down his neck and back by the time he made it to the apartment complex. Swearing softly under his breath and rather bitter about his inconvenience and stupidity for not having arranged his rides earlier, Gabe collapsed panting in front of what he presumed was his apartment. All he yearned for was air conditiinujg, a shower, and sleep. He fumbled in his backpack for his keys hooked on to his favorite teams lanyard, blindly jiggling the keys into the lock. 341, that was his apartment number. Right? Gabe became more and more frustrated, jiggling the key aggressively now into the lock and checking the handle frequently. He hadn't noticed in his exhaust that his apartment was four doors down, 345.
((Just thouyht id point out thst his girlfriend is seven years older... and i was thinking he could have been thought as breaking into their apartment and connor could get in a fight with him idk ))
((Are we still doing this one? If not please let me know ((
Okayy sorry alot of people have bailed so im checking through my threads
Its okay! You can have them talking awhile, then hear gane rattling the door violently, then gabe is really confused and then connor gets physcial with Gabe and maybe throws a punch or pushes him!id dont mind you rp that
((I have to do an errand ill respond in 30))
Gabriel fussed with the doorknob, rattling it this way and that in pure frustration. At the moment, he wasn't even sure he cared too much about using the key, but prying the door open with his own bare hands. He could probably accomplish it as well, using whatever brute strength he had left. His body ached, he was sunburnt, his hair was matted flat to his forehead and neck. As much as the long hair came as an inconvenience, he refused to get it cut. It was the one thing that made him unique and stand out in Sao Paulo, and that was what he needed to get noticed. "Come on, Damn you -!" Gabe swore in muffled Portuguese, kicking the door solid with a practiced foot. His luggage lay out in the hallway behind him, and Gabe considered giving up and camping outside at this point. A young man with a nervous head of red hair passed by, staring wide eyed at the hostile and sweaty Brazilian man who gliwered at him as he passed. For all Ethan knew, the man was a killer. The redhead never ran faster for his life out of sight, locking himself in his own apartment. Just as Gabe released the handle, someone scuffled inside. His thick brown eyebrows furrowed over his dark eyes, staring intently as he breathed heavily. Someone was in there? He had a roommate? Surely that was new. "Open the door!" Gabe called out with a shout, his fists clenched. Why hadn't anyone told him about a roommate? He wasnt looking forward to that. His good spirits and excitement for the semester had fizzled into disappointment, his arms crossed in front of his chest. The door unlocked and someone's footsteps sounded close to the door. Finally. Reaching for his bags, Gabriel hoisted the duffel under his arm and the backpack over his shoulder. When he turned around, instead of being greeted by a bumbly Aussie person, a fist flew at his nose.
Before he could react, Gabriel felt his nose crack and be pushed back into his face. It was all like I'm slow motion, as Gabriel felt himself trip backwards under the force of the punch. His bags had fallen from his shoulder, and without balance, Gabe landed hard on his rear end on the hallway floor. His head pulsed painfully, and warm blood flowed freely from his nostrils. It was silent for a moment, then Gabes hostile eyes locked with the offender. It was a rather skinny white boy, his roommate he supposed, who had thrown the fist defensively. All he had wanted was a shower and some sleep, and now he was going to get in a fight.
It was unwise for Gabriel to react the way he would, but he never backed down from a fight. The competition, anger, exhaust, and adrenaline all at once propelled him up from the floor, the bags falling to the floor careleessly. His sunglasses lay smashed where he had sat on them, and his phone was cracked. "Y-you-!" Gabe spat nastily, sizing the boy up as his body tensed. He stood almost a good head taller, his fists balled at his sides. Here he was the minority, the scary threat that would be talked about for weeks as the one guy who beat his own rommmate down. But no one dared to mess with him, how could this boy! He had no manners, no hospitality -
Gabriel lunged at the boy, butting his head into the white man's chest. One muscular arm wrapped around the guys torso, while the other hammered punches mercilessly into his stomach. "Is it all you have! Weak, you fight like a girl-!" Gabe spat rudely, pushing the guy away from him after being bat at a few times. They were now in the guys apartment, and a blonde girl sat perched hidden under a table. Spitting on the floor and holding his fists up in a ready stance, Gabe nodded at the white boy. "Come, come, " he taunted through grit teeth. He panted heavily, sweating still from walking several miles in sweatpants and a jacket in the blistering heat. The air conditioning inside the apartment didn't do too much, but he hardly noticed. Blood dripped in steady drops onto the lovely floors, as did some sweat that rolled off his neck. Gabe threw his jacket aside, ready for whatever this boy would throw at him.
((All good, thank you for the heads up))
Plot # 51: Semester Abroad
Muse A has been studying abroad for their last semester of college and it’s finally the second to last day before everyone flies back home for graduation. Muse A meets up with a group of classmates for drinks before everyone must pack up and return to the states. While out at a bar/party, Muse A encounters Muse B, a charming local. Muse A and Muse B feel an instant chemistry between them. They talk for hours, even long after the rest of Muse A's classmates have moved on to another location. Though Muse A is leaving in 24 hours, Muse B promises to show Muse A a time they will never forget if they spend the following day with them. Thinking it might be exhilarating to soak in the foreign city with an attractive native, Muse A agrees to spend the entire day with Muse B before they have to depart. The next day, Muse B is true to their word and shows Muse A an amazing time. Feelings blossom quickly. When the sun sets, neither one wants to part from the other, so they spend the night together too, eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms. On the morning of Muse A's flight home, Muse A realizes that they’re not ready to leave yet. Despite the inevitable backlash they’ll face from their parents for blowing off graduation and the possibility that the spark between Muse A and Muse B will fizzle over time, Muse A purposely miss their flight to take a chance on a summer romance with Muse B.