Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2013 2:03:41 GMT
BLYTHE JEREMÍAS CRISTOBAL GARCÍA TORRES
Full Name: Blythe Jeremías Cristobal García Torres
Nicknames: Blythe, Blythie, Dot - called by Alexander only
Nicknames: Blythe, Blythie, Dot - called by Alexander only
Age: Eighteen
Birthdate: 20/11/1994
Birthdate: 20/11/1994
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Occupation: Student
Occupation: Student
Borough: Kensington & Chelsea
Someone once asked me what I wanted to be when I ‘grew up’. It was an idiotic question, who knows what they wanted to be when they were five years old? Despite the idiocy, I replied quite simply with ‘Batman’. What the fuck did you expect? He was rich, awesome and powerful: everything that I want in life. It’s those three words that have got me to where I am today- University.
I’m currently doing an undergraduate course in business management, and all the girls on campus too. It’s not a bad life when you’re one of the resident rich-kids. Of course, I have a few advantages over my fellow scholars: One- I’m so incredibly handsome that God made a second he was that impressed (though nothing is ever as good as the original); two- the ‘incredibly sexy’ Spanish purr to my accent; and three- my genes are just far more superior compared to theirs, all in all? I’m the campus womanizer.
Unfortunately, there’s a cock-block in my life- my younger brother- Alexander Jay García Torres. I mentioned that there was a second ‘me’ out there and he is it, younger by two minutes and nine seconds, my twin brother. We have to share an apartment because he couldn’t get his spoilt little arse into university. You try bringing a girl back to your apartment for her to see that there is another you- and then he decides to open that whiny mouth- practically killing any ember of romance. I would move into my own place if it wasn’t for the fact that somehow I love him and if I moved he wouldn’t be able to afford the place we have. I’m not going to make my own twin homeless now, am I?
Despite the love, we fight more often than not. Though can you blame me? He’s not exactly the sharpest tack in the box. Then there’s that creature of his- the one that gets hair all over the apartment- his only friend in this entire world: that pesky cat. If I dare say one bad thing about it, I get a smack around the head. One of these days I’ll buy a dog- a massive Great Dane. Just to vex him. For now, though, it’s a good threat to use.
But God do I hate that damn cat. He’s called Loquito- translation: little, crazy thing. I’ll tell you one thing, the name fits. The amount of scratches that demon has given me. It’s safe to say that the hatred is mutual. Hopefully one day it’ll run away or something so I wouldn’t have to deal with it ever again. But then I’d have to deal with Alexander’s histrionics because his ‘kittybits’ has gone missing. Hence, I guess I can put up with that demon compared to that.
But where was I? That’s right; talking about the ambitions I have had in my life. If it’s one thing I actually have in common with my twin brother it is the fact we are both quite easily distracted. However, I am distracted by more important things, not a ‘cute pair of jeans’ or ‘the most beautiful pair of suede shoes’. Like I said earlier, at five, I wanted to be Batman, but that changed when I got a little bit older. I remember that I wanted to be a musician when I was around seven years old.
I will say that I am a little artistic. Not as much as Alexander- I don’t think anyone could be as bad as Alexander- but I like music. I even learnt to play the guitar when I was younger. Okay, so I only know the basic chords but it’s good enough to prove to a potential conquest that you can play the guitar in order to get into her pants. They all love a musician, right?
If you haven’t figured it out already, I tend to lie, quite a lot. I’ve often been described as a pathological liar. I don’t think that’s true or fair. Just because I fabricate the truth slightly to make myself look good doesn’t mean I have a medical condition. People are just moronic and want to label you with flaws because you’re too damn awesome and they’re jealous of it. I don’t blame them though. If I was them, I’d probably want to be me too, well, there’s no probably about it. It’s such a shame that not everyone can be this damn perfect.
Yet another beautiful trait of mine is my vanity. I’m not like Alexander who spends about 90% of his time awake preening in a mirror, because I don’t need to. I can roll out of bed, throw on some clothes, step outside and still be the most handsome man on this planet. God was just showing off when he made Blythe Jeremías Cristobal García Torres.
My name’s a bit of a mouthful, don’t you think? I don’t know why Tinhead (my nickname for Alexander) didn’t get such a long name. Maybe Mum and Dad just didn’t love him as much as their faultless first son.
Now, you’re probably wondering why I call my dear brother ‘Tinhead’. It happened in Madrid one night. He said something simply atrocious, and ended up getting glassed. It knocked him out cold- as did my fist to the guy that did it. He whined for months because they had to shave his head. Kind of makes me regret bruising my knuckles for him... He’s an ungrateful bastard, my brother. He was lucky to have his life but all he cared about was the fact that he didn’t have any hair for a few weeks. He sets off the metal detectors through every airport security system now. That’s always a laugh- especially when they swipe the detectors over his head and only then does it make the noise. I would love for someone to buy me one for Christmas. It’d give me hours of entertainment and piss of Alexander. Win win.
I think my next ‘dream profession’ was to be an actor- this was at about ten. Every kid at some point wants to be famous, right? Having my name up in lights seemed perfect to me. Everyone would know my name, every girl would want to be on my arm and every guy would want to be me. How could anyone not want that? Earning millions of pounds for every film and therefore being able to buy anything you wanted in the world.
This dream never lasted long. I don’t know what it was, maybe my fickle nature, but after a couple of weeks I no longer wanted to be an actor. No. I didn’t want to make my name relying on other people. I didn’t want to have to have an agent telling me what parts to take, a script that I would have to keep to and then there would be the director telling me exactly what I had to do. I don’t like people telling me what to do. It really pisses me off. I like to be independent. Though, despite loving being my own person and not wanting anyone’s help, I don’t say no to the support of my father and his wealth. That would just be insane. If it is one thing I am not, it is dumb- that is Alexander.
I will take advantage of any good fortune that happens to come my way; whether it is an opportunity in university, being able to earn some extra money, or a way to get a woman. I will also do everything in my nature to make sure that this good fortune does not stop. Especially making sure that the money doesn’t stop, which is something Alexander never did. Then again, I’ve always been much smarter than my twin. Bless him; he can’t help not having the brains in the family.
I think there’s only one moment in my life where I lost sight of what I wanted to become. When I was thirteen years of age and my parents told Alexander and I they were getting a divorce. I hated them. I’m not one to hate anyone, but at that moment I hated them. We had our perfect family and they were going to ruin it.
At that moment I never saw actually how much better it would make our family. When Mum and Dad got divorced, they began to spoil my twin and I. We were showered with presents and money. It was glorious. If my Dad didn’t give me something, I’d ask Mum and vice-versa. That was when I realised the pure genius behind being able to manipulate people. I do not see why I hadn’t discovered it before. With my intelligence, it’s absurd that I hadn’t figured it out before.
My teenage years had to be the best in my life. This is where I became who I really am today- this handsome, smart, phenomenal gentleman. It’s where I first started to get girls. Charming them, making them laugh, and when I was younger I actually had a few girlfriends. I don’t do the dating scene now. I’ll score with a girl and then it’s goodbye beautiful. I’m ‘too focused’ on university to have a ‘serious relationship’. Well, that’s what I tell them. Bless their little hearts, they buy it. Oh, they also believe the shit that ‘my father won’t allow me to date anyone’. University really is a wonderful thing.
I’m eighteen years old now, and I want to be powerful. My ambition now is to own and run my own business; earning all the money in the world. But one thing’s for certain: I want to have fun whilst making my name in this world. I don’t want to become a boring old man that sits in an office all day and forgets what it is like to have fun.
I look up to my Dad, Alejandro Suarez, for becoming the man he is today. He’s successful, he makes quite a bit of money (a lot of which ends up in my bank account) but he’s forgot to have fun. I won’t make that mistake. You see, the thing is, I love to party. Going out and getting girls is the only decent way to spend a Friday night... and a Saturday night. Though my Mum, Catalina García Torres, she would have a fit if she knew I was one of those guys that slept with girls and then never called them again. Women are meant to be respected and all that.
Truth be told, there are only two women in my life that I respect: my Mum, and Alexander. Yeah, I know that was an easy jibe. Pretty ashamed of that one, actually, I can do better. Though if anyone else dares to insult my twin, well, he may be a pussy but I’m certainly not. At the end of the day, I’d protect that whiny little brat with my life- but if anyone told him I’d fucking deny it. I’m not one for all the hearts and roses.
For now, I still have a few more years of being a student to get through before I make my name on this world. After my bachelors I think I might get a Masters in business too. But time will tell. I’m one of those people that will take life as it comes. No plans set in stone. It isn’t like I need to have these plans until I’m forty. I can just live of Dad’s money as long as I don’t fuck up like Alexander did. Not that I would. I’m the definition of perfect.
Well, that’s my little tale. I hope I didn’t bore you- not that I would. You’re probably looking at my life in a state of jealousy right now. I don’t blame you. It is a wonderful life. One I’m very happy living. And even more so if that demon cat wasn’t in it...
OOC Name: Spitze
How long have you been RP'ing for?: Four years
Timezone: GMT
Timezone: GMT
Contact: PM, if you want my Skype you can PM me
Secret Answer: ehtylb
