┣▇ ☨: ᖇᑌᒪᕮᔕ && ᖇᕮGᑌᒪᗩTIOᑎᔕ && ᔕᕼIT.

respect.

             _{I don’t tolerate hate or disrespect. So don’t even go there.}

exclusivity.

             _{I only rp with mutuals. I can be selective a lot, it’s not that I don’t want to rp with you it’s just that some things, and some people, are just easier to reply to at times. So don’t ask, or force a reply on me because then I wont reply at all.}

following.

            _{I typically check my followers at least once every week or two. If you don’t have a bio. If you don’t have any threads within the first couple pages of your blog. If I can’t get an idea on the character. I’m not going to bother. I follow people I feel Theodore will interact well with, and that’s that.}

unfollowing.

          _{Inactive’s.  if we’ve discussed something and nothings happened.  if i’ve liked for something and haven’t gotten anything for over a week.  if you rp with people that make me uncomfortable to see on my dash.  if I don’t recognize your blog.  if we’ve interacted once and there was no real effort, or interest shown in doing something else.  i’m probably going to unfollow.}

triggers.

             _{I try my best to tag triggers. I do a simple #said trigger cw, so you can just blacklist whatever you need and if you want me to tag something just shoot me a message. I’ll usually just add it on. What you’ll see most is probably sexual content, which I tag with #nsfw and drugs which I’m always pretty mindful of tagging but if you have an issue with it I wouldn’t follow.}

messaging.

             _{I like to use the inbox for IC things and the new IM system for OOC things. It just feels more organized to me that way. With memes, please send them. It’s the easiest way to start things with me if you want to do something but don’t have an idea, BUT please make them into a new post. Don’t reblog it or I’ll likely ignore it.}

skype.

            _{Is available for mutuals. ( I tend to respond quicker if I know the mun better. So just ask for it. )}

general.

name.     abel barros.
nickname(s) / alias.    theodore nava. ( theo, ted, teddy. )
age.    25.
species.    immortal. 

character.

morality.   neutral /chaotic 
religious belief.   catholic.
sins.    lust /  gluttony / pride 
virtues.    diligence
primary goals in life.    simple. ( to exist ) 
languages known.   multiple. fluent in: spanish & english, spanish being his first language.
secrets.    generally everything in his past is kind of a secret. even to himself most days, and frankly he prefers it that way because he isn’t entirely that person anymore. nostalgia like that could be dangerous to any mental stability found as of late.

physical.

build.    slender / fit 
height.     5′5" 
weight.     ~155 lbs.
eyes.    pale emerald.
scars/birthmarks.     scar down his chest from human death ( heart extracted by cain ), small knick on his left brow, small knick on right cheek.
abilities/powers.    primarily uses: shape-shifting, heightened senses, cell regeneration ( to a certain extent ).

extra.

date of Birth.      31st of october
ethnicity.      spanish-american
voice.      eric nally

romantic preference.      homoromantic.
sexual preference.     fluid. ( partial to men )
occupation.      mortician.
criminal record.      (  in russia. )
disorders.     borderline personality disorder. dislexia. 

JUNG.     INTP
enneagram.     the helper
four Temperaments.      choleric

DRINK ; SMOKE ; DRUGS. 
( excessively ; moderately. ; excessively. )

brief bio.

i. Birth && Death:   born, Abel Theodore Barros, 1986 in Spain. birthed just a few minutes behind your brother, Cain. the nurses asked if your mother was serious with the names she’d chosen, she gave them the dirtiest of looks — they didn’t dare ask any more. a mistake seeing as she’d later raise you to believe you were the boy in the bible; be weary of your brother she said, there’s evil in him — but only because she’d placed it there. It led to the fulfillment of the roles placed on you at birth. Your brother said he was saving you as he tore open your chest; you still believe that.

ii. The Afterlife:   you didn’t go to heaven, but it wasn’t hell you were in either. a place like nothing else, dark, cold, and empty. it’s just you, abandoned with nothing but your own mind to keep you company, it breaks something within you, but you’re still a believer. PRAY PRAY PRAY. maybe your God will save you. maybe you deserve this. you took, took, and took the attention and coddling of your mother as you watched her abuse your blood, your other half, your brother left behind. abandoned. like this. what torment. you understand why he’d snap, you can’t blame him.

iii. Salvation:   it’s been years, five to exact, but you have no recollection of that time. there’s a light,  you’ve been absolved. this is your moment to be free. there’s a figure, it’s not your God but someone you knew in your youth. they release you from that dark prison, they’re not human, you’re not sure what they are but you consider them a savior nonetheless. 

iv. Return:   you’re free! it doesn’t last long. you get caught up with the wrong people, get blamed for something you didn’t even do. somewhere you’re not even familiar with. it lands you in jail. another cage and cold prison to live through. another scar to add to those not on the exterior but in your mind. your pain becomes your sense of redemption, it’s the only way to cope through the two years in this earthly hell. you won’t be the same when you’re let out. you’re damaged, tainted; the devil calls you son.

v. Present:  you move to america. make a life for yourself. you hit some bumps in the road. do some bad things. you can’t help yourself. you can’t live with yourself after either, but there’s no escape. you’ve defied death, you have to live now — but how, and with what reason? you don’t know, you don’t think you ever will, but you live your life in decadence while trying not to over step that horrid line again. it isn’t clear to you what’s too far and what isn’t, but you’re trying. It’s all you can do. your brother’s returned, you forgive him. it’s the christian thing to do. you still pray to your God, some days you wonder if he even hears you anymore.

⎡☨⎦┋ : ﹠﹠ ɪ sᴀɪᴅ; ·ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴀᴍ sᴇɴᴅ ᴍᴇ.·   ( uno! )

imortal. but you weren’t born that way – you’ve lived what seems like centuries, you’re tired but seek an amends with the God you’ve followed since mortality. you’re struggling with what’s right and wrong, but also with the darkness that’s made a home in your mind and heart. you’re not who you use to be. ( here for stats )

⎡☨⎦┋ : Sᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴍᴀɴ; ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇʙᴇʟʟɪᴏᴜs ʜᴏᴜsᴇ.    ( dos! )

human. 25 years old. mortician. you enjoy what you do, some may say maybe a little too much, but they joke. what they don’t know is that they’re right. you run a little business on the side, getting rid of bodies for whoever brings them in at the dead of night; for the right price of course. you’re not doing anything wrong… or so you think. ( here for stats. )

⎡☨⎦┋ : ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ.     ( tres! )

human. 22 years old. junkie and family disappointment according to the prick that isn’t even your biological father. you’ll do just about anything for a quick buck for your next high. it seems worth it once the drugs kick in – then the cycle repeats. ( here for stats. )

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