Post by Miguel D'Cruz on Apr 4, 2012 13:22:35 GMT -7
*Full Name: Miguel Jesús D'Cruz
Nicknames: He'd love to be called "Sangre" for the sake of a cooler name, but quickly gives up on the gimmick and just goes by Miguel.
Apparent Age: early 40's... You can tell pretty easily.
*True Age: 41
*Gender: Irrefutabley a man... Unless, of course, you've seen a woman with a beard... Though she probably didn't look as saucy as Senor d'Cruz. ;)
*Hair: His somewhat curly, clean hair falls to his shoulders. It's slicked back and held down by his bandana. There are some gray steaks through his hair, especially around the temples.Though it would be wise to not say anything of it to his face as he is perfectly, purposefully ignoring it.
*Skin: Miguel sports a healthy natural tan.
*Eyes: Dark brown
*Height: 5' 7"
*Body Type: Somewhat lanky and rather muscular. He has a rather wide chest (and thus, back as well.)
*Physical Description:
Miguel has a diamond-shaped face with a wide jaw and somewhat prominent chin. He has plenty of wrinkles on his weathered face, more prominently crow's feet that started off as laugh lines.
Miguel, being a horse rancher from Texas, is quite the cowboy. He wears a tight black shirt, a very cool rather elaborate denim jacket... A pair of jeans with light tan leather chaps with the tassles down the side. He has a dark leather belt with a big buckle on it with a horse design. He wears cowboy boots with an angel wing pattern on them and spurs attached. He also wears a necklace with a shark tooth and a necklace with a longer chain with a simple cross.
Miguel has a giant gash on his face that starts on the left side (closer to the middle) of his forehead and continues down to his right cheek. Those cheeky whipfists.... He also sports a tattoo of a cross on his right arm and an upside down cross on his left arm.
If Miguel were to be burnt to a crisp... There's really nothing special about him that wouldn't have burnt... ... Ooh! He has one gold-capped tooth. Yep. That works.
Vocal Tone: I guess, whatever you think 'normal' is and make it a bit deeper.
*Nationality: Hispanic
Religion: Catholic... sorta. Well, not really. But sometimes... At the moment, he hasn't been much into praying for help and has been known to tell people: "Unless Christ is willing to spare giant God-tank... I don't think he's going to be much help right now... But you can always ask."
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
*Previous Occupation: He was a horse rancher, but he made little to no money. So, he got money by marrying rich widowed older women. After mooching off them for awhile, he always eventually got the rest of their money when the woman died. How did so many die? Well, Miguel certainly didn't kill them,. His first and, likely only true love, took care of them for him: his beautiful palomino mare, Calixta. You see, Calixta doesn't like it when something comes between her and Miguel. Miguel knows this and told each of his 7 ex-wives that they should never try to ride her. None of the 7 listened. Thus, when they tried to saddle/ride/approach Calixta, they suffered an EXTREMELY violent and fatal horse attack. Calixta knocked them over (or bucked them off) and once they were on the ground, pounded them into the dirt with her large, imposing hooves. Jealousy is hard thing. A spiteful horse is even worse.
*Weapons of Choice: two bull whips, a tightly knotted rope, and a cane with a sharp sword hidden inside it. His cane/sword in an inherited item from one of his ancestors that was a captain in the Spanish army.
Likes: Calixta... Calixta is his only love... ... Other than himself.
Dislikes:
*Fears or Phobias: Spider? Clowns? That somewhere in the world an angry duck is watching you? Rainbows?
Favorite Food(s): Most fruits, but he likes apples quite a bit.
Favorite Drink(s): He is partial to rum.
Favorite Color[/b]: Gold
Hobbies: He twirls the ends of his mustache a lot and will stroke his goatee.
*Personality Traits:
--Positive Personality Traits: Loyal,, kind, trustworthy, trusting,
--Negative Personality Traits: vain, more concerned with himself, he's a bit of a coward and will seek an escape before a way to fight.
How does your character relax in this stressful you-could-be-eaten-alive-the-moment-you-let-your-guard-down world?:
Horse riding... Killing zombies makes him feel better.
Misc. Quirks: Extravagant hand gestures
Bad Habits: Running away from trouble.
Code of Honor : He won't leave a child or a woman behind... Also: "If it looks bad, run. Cowards live to fight another day (or run again)."
Theme Song:
*History:
[Excerpt from his memoir: Historia de d'Cruz]
I record my history now so that any who find this can understand a man they never knew. I'll try to write this in English since most of the Americanos are English speakers solamentes. Good thing for you that my English is quite fabulous.
As an older man, I look upon the time when I was but a niño with a sad sigh. Mis padres were very poor. We lived in some small town in Texas and scraped by with what little we could make while living in a small broken house. Many around us got a hefty paycheck from the drug cartel surrounding us, but mi padre... My papá was un hombre of honor... and strength. He never gave in and would have tanned my hide had he ever caught me, his only son, stealing or selling such obscene things. Thus, my papá started fighting back against the cartel. He was brave and many good people respected him. But, being an enemy of the cartel as my papá was, meant that we were enemies with 75 percent of the town. I had few kids that would associate with me and even fewer amigos. I rode our only horse, a grouchy old stallion named Verano, as a past time... That or played futból. Not that mindless futból Americano, but what you probably know better as 'soccer'.
My mamá, bless her dear heart, insisted I get a proper schooling and my papá, remarkably, made it so. I went to school and listened well and got the best grades that I could. All through school, una chica named Rosa was my best friend. Eventually, another boy named Samuél joined us and we were a trio of remarkable taste and dastardly deeds. Fueled by pride in my papá and a growing desire to be as he, I lead my friends into very real dangers as we pulled numerous pranks on the cartel's jefe. A poor choice, but we were never caught.
Unfortunately, suspicions about my involvement in this ran deep in the cartel and when I was introduced to the nefarious atmosphere that is high school, I was most unfortunate to be in the same grade as el jefe's son, Rodrigo, who'd been held back repeatedly. The tension between us was quick to explode. At first, I was not afraid of this boy who was quite a bit large than I... But that was bravery and arrogance talking. And I thought that he would fight fair. I was wrong. He beat me with veinte of his amigos to help him... I had gone alone. If it weren't for Rosa finding my papá and bringing him to me, Rodrigo would have succeeded in beating me quite literally to death. After a lovely two weeks in the hospital and a permanent gimp in my left leg, I returned to school to find that dear sweet Rosa had been assaulted brutally as well as Samuél. We were a sorry sight indeed. Ashamed of the hurt I had brought them, I pushed them away from me with a heavy heart and tried to stand on my own so that no other would be hurt because of me. Time after time, my attempts failed violently. I began to resent the people around me who did nothing to stand up to these men... I avoided my papá. thinking that he was disappointed in the son who could not win a single battle against these thugs.My grades started to slip as did my life entirely. Only my mamá and papá kept me on straighter path. My papá, however, was not tonto and he forced the wretched stories of self-hatred and depravity from me. He simply nodded afterwards responded with some advice I have not forgotten: "Sometimes, you can lose every battle and still win the war. A war isn't over until one side gives up. If you never give up, you will never lose. If retreating will save the life or others or yourself, then run- just come back and return the favor." Since then, if a fight looks to hard for me, I have turned tail and run- but always returning the favor tresfold. I avenged sweet Rosa the next day and returned to her side and defended Samuel and brought our trio of trouble back together.
Lacking the money to go to college, I picked up the horse ranching business. I had only our stallion, Verano, at first, but Heaven soon smiled upon me by leaving a beautiful white mare and a hellish black mare in the pasture on my wedding night. Neither horse was claimed, so I kept them for myself. ... For a few years, my life was most definitely blessed with my wife, dear Rosa, daughter, Lupita, and Bianca, the white mare and the horse that my daughter learned to ride on. But it was not meant to be. While I had gotten my revenge on the cartel from my past, it seems that Rodrigo had yet to get revenge back upon me. And he got it...
-Travel.
Miguel travels on horseback- using Calixta as a means to travel quickly and efficiently.
*-Lone Ranger
[another excerpt]
I remember the day clearly... My wife at the time... Her name, I don't know... Sara? Bella? No sé. But, she was eaten alive on her way home. I stuck around in the house until the fateful day at which I met with the ugliest thing I have ever seen. This thing was later named, an 'atlas'. This atlas snuck up on my rustic home in the small town of Meadow Brooks Falls. I was warned by the loud holler of sweet Calixta and the shaking of the ground before I spotted this horrible beast. I was prepared to leave before that, knowing that all good things must end. I had my trusty Ford F-150 ready and able to run with the trailer firmly attached to the back with my saddle, halter, blanket, my two whips, a rope, and several bales of hay along with provisions for myself. Knowing that whatever this thing was, it would not be good, I got Calixta, the last horse born from Bianca, and my strong appaloosa gelding, Zorro, and shooed them into the trailer. I ran back inside my house quickly for the cane that I had.... Have begun to rely on to walk easier. As I ran back out the door, a huge rock soared like a demented bird into my house and took off a whole corner. The beast was coming up fast. I climbed into my truck and drove off with a four-armed hulk close on my tail for too long for comfort. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before the gas tank ran on empty and I had nothing left but my two horses, two whips, a cane with hidden sword, and a rope.
Mission: To find a very expensive bottle of rum. If he stops the group to search a rich looking house, just humor him.
Nicknames: He'd love to be called "Sangre" for the sake of a cooler name, but quickly gives up on the gimmick and just goes by Miguel.
Apparent Age: early 40's... You can tell pretty easily.
*True Age: 41
*Gender: Irrefutabley a man... Unless, of course, you've seen a woman with a beard... Though she probably didn't look as saucy as Senor d'Cruz. ;)
*Hair: His somewhat curly, clean hair falls to his shoulders. It's slicked back and held down by his bandana. There are some gray steaks through his hair, especially around the temples.Though it would be wise to not say anything of it to his face as he is perfectly, purposefully ignoring it.
*Skin: Miguel sports a healthy natural tan.
*Eyes: Dark brown
*Height: 5' 7"
*Body Type: Somewhat lanky and rather muscular. He has a rather wide chest (and thus, back as well.)
*Physical Description:
Miguel has a diamond-shaped face with a wide jaw and somewhat prominent chin. He has plenty of wrinkles on his weathered face, more prominently crow's feet that started off as laugh lines.
Miguel, being a horse rancher from Texas, is quite the cowboy. He wears a tight black shirt, a very cool rather elaborate denim jacket... A pair of jeans with light tan leather chaps with the tassles down the side. He has a dark leather belt with a big buckle on it with a horse design. He wears cowboy boots with an angel wing pattern on them and spurs attached. He also wears a necklace with a shark tooth and a necklace with a longer chain with a simple cross.
Miguel has a giant gash on his face that starts on the left side (closer to the middle) of his forehead and continues down to his right cheek. Those cheeky whipfists.... He also sports a tattoo of a cross on his right arm and an upside down cross on his left arm.
If Miguel were to be burnt to a crisp... There's really nothing special about him that wouldn't have burnt... ... Ooh! He has one gold-capped tooth. Yep. That works.
Vocal Tone: I guess, whatever you think 'normal' is and make it a bit deeper.
*Nationality: Hispanic
Religion: Catholic... sorta. Well, not really. But sometimes... At the moment, he hasn't been much into praying for help and has been known to tell people: "Unless Christ is willing to spare giant God-tank... I don't think he's going to be much help right now... But you can always ask."
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
*Previous Occupation: He was a horse rancher, but he made little to no money. So, he got money by marrying rich widowed older women. After mooching off them for awhile, he always eventually got the rest of their money when the woman died. How did so many die? Well, Miguel certainly didn't kill them,. His first and, likely only true love, took care of them for him: his beautiful palomino mare, Calixta. You see, Calixta doesn't like it when something comes between her and Miguel. Miguel knows this and told each of his 7 ex-wives that they should never try to ride her. None of the 7 listened. Thus, when they tried to saddle/ride/approach Calixta, they suffered an EXTREMELY violent and fatal horse attack. Calixta knocked them over (or bucked them off) and once they were on the ground, pounded them into the dirt with her large, imposing hooves. Jealousy is hard thing. A spiteful horse is even worse.
*Weapons of Choice: two bull whips, a tightly knotted rope, and a cane with a sharp sword hidden inside it. His cane/sword in an inherited item from one of his ancestors that was a captain in the Spanish army.
Likes: Calixta... Calixta is his only love... ... Other than himself.
Dislikes:
*Fears or Phobias: Spider? Clowns? That somewhere in the world an angry duck is watching you? Rainbows?
Favorite Food(s): Most fruits, but he likes apples quite a bit.
Favorite Drink(s): He is partial to rum.
Favorite Color[/b]: Gold
Hobbies: He twirls the ends of his mustache a lot and will stroke his goatee.
*Personality Traits:
--Positive Personality Traits: Loyal,, kind, trustworthy, trusting,
--Negative Personality Traits: vain, more concerned with himself, he's a bit of a coward and will seek an escape before a way to fight.
How does your character relax in this stressful you-could-be-eaten-alive-the-moment-you-let-your-guard-down world?:
Horse riding... Killing zombies makes him feel better.
Misc. Quirks: Extravagant hand gestures
Bad Habits: Running away from trouble.
Code of Honor : He won't leave a child or a woman behind... Also: "If it looks bad, run. Cowards live to fight another day (or run again)."
Theme Song:
*History:
[Excerpt from his memoir: Historia de d'Cruz]
I record my history now so that any who find this can understand a man they never knew. I'll try to write this in English since most of the Americanos are English speakers solamentes. Good thing for you that my English is quite fabulous.
As an older man, I look upon the time when I was but a niño with a sad sigh. Mis padres were very poor. We lived in some small town in Texas and scraped by with what little we could make while living in a small broken house. Many around us got a hefty paycheck from the drug cartel surrounding us, but mi padre... My papá was un hombre of honor... and strength. He never gave in and would have tanned my hide had he ever caught me, his only son, stealing or selling such obscene things. Thus, my papá started fighting back against the cartel. He was brave and many good people respected him. But, being an enemy of the cartel as my papá was, meant that we were enemies with 75 percent of the town. I had few kids that would associate with me and even fewer amigos. I rode our only horse, a grouchy old stallion named Verano, as a past time... That or played futból. Not that mindless futból Americano, but what you probably know better as 'soccer'.
My mamá, bless her dear heart, insisted I get a proper schooling and my papá, remarkably, made it so. I went to school and listened well and got the best grades that I could. All through school, una chica named Rosa was my best friend. Eventually, another boy named Samuél joined us and we were a trio of remarkable taste and dastardly deeds. Fueled by pride in my papá and a growing desire to be as he, I lead my friends into very real dangers as we pulled numerous pranks on the cartel's jefe. A poor choice, but we were never caught.
Unfortunately, suspicions about my involvement in this ran deep in the cartel and when I was introduced to the nefarious atmosphere that is high school, I was most unfortunate to be in the same grade as el jefe's son, Rodrigo, who'd been held back repeatedly. The tension between us was quick to explode. At first, I was not afraid of this boy who was quite a bit large than I... But that was bravery and arrogance talking. And I thought that he would fight fair. I was wrong. He beat me with veinte of his amigos to help him... I had gone alone. If it weren't for Rosa finding my papá and bringing him to me, Rodrigo would have succeeded in beating me quite literally to death. After a lovely two weeks in the hospital and a permanent gimp in my left leg, I returned to school to find that dear sweet Rosa had been assaulted brutally as well as Samuél. We were a sorry sight indeed. Ashamed of the hurt I had brought them, I pushed them away from me with a heavy heart and tried to stand on my own so that no other would be hurt because of me. Time after time, my attempts failed violently. I began to resent the people around me who did nothing to stand up to these men... I avoided my papá. thinking that he was disappointed in the son who could not win a single battle against these thugs.My grades started to slip as did my life entirely. Only my mamá and papá kept me on straighter path. My papá, however, was not tonto and he forced the wretched stories of self-hatred and depravity from me. He simply nodded afterwards responded with some advice I have not forgotten: "Sometimes, you can lose every battle and still win the war. A war isn't over until one side gives up. If you never give up, you will never lose. If retreating will save the life or others or yourself, then run- just come back and return the favor." Since then, if a fight looks to hard for me, I have turned tail and run- but always returning the favor tresfold. I avenged sweet Rosa the next day and returned to her side and defended Samuel and brought our trio of trouble back together.
Lacking the money to go to college, I picked up the horse ranching business. I had only our stallion, Verano, at first, but Heaven soon smiled upon me by leaving a beautiful white mare and a hellish black mare in the pasture on my wedding night. Neither horse was claimed, so I kept them for myself. ... For a few years, my life was most definitely blessed with my wife, dear Rosa, daughter, Lupita, and Bianca, the white mare and the horse that my daughter learned to ride on. But it was not meant to be. While I had gotten my revenge on the cartel from my past, it seems that Rodrigo had yet to get revenge back upon me. And he got it...
-Travel.
Miguel travels on horseback- using Calixta as a means to travel quickly and efficiently.
*-Lone Ranger
[another excerpt]
I remember the day clearly... My wife at the time... Her name, I don't know... Sara? Bella? No sé. But, she was eaten alive on her way home. I stuck around in the house until the fateful day at which I met with the ugliest thing I have ever seen. This thing was later named, an 'atlas'. This atlas snuck up on my rustic home in the small town of Meadow Brooks Falls. I was warned by the loud holler of sweet Calixta and the shaking of the ground before I spotted this horrible beast. I was prepared to leave before that, knowing that all good things must end. I had my trusty Ford F-150 ready and able to run with the trailer firmly attached to the back with my saddle, halter, blanket, my two whips, a rope, and several bales of hay along with provisions for myself. Knowing that whatever this thing was, it would not be good, I got Calixta, the last horse born from Bianca, and my strong appaloosa gelding, Zorro, and shooed them into the trailer. I ran back inside my house quickly for the cane that I had.... Have begun to rely on to walk easier. As I ran back out the door, a huge rock soared like a demented bird into my house and took off a whole corner. The beast was coming up fast. I climbed into my truck and drove off with a four-armed hulk close on my tail for too long for comfort. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before the gas tank ran on empty and I had nothing left but my two horses, two whips, a cane with hidden sword, and a rope.
Mission: To find a very expensive bottle of rum. If he stops the group to search a rich looking house, just humor him.