XANTHILEO, ZAEVIER RENZO

[ZAEVIER RENZO XANTHILEO]

Zaevier Renzo Xanthileo

CHARACTER NAME || Zaevier Renzo Xanthileo
NICKNAME || Zaev, Renzo, Renzy, really just whatever.
GENDER || Male, obviously.
AGE || twenty-four.
PREFERENCE || Bisexual. Though, he is picky with the boys.
MEMBER GROUP || He’ll go with the college kids, Money Maker.
PLAY BY || Ian Fucking Somerhalder!

LIKES || Girls, Guys, Motorbikes, Getting naked, Romancing with anyone, Alcohol, Parties, Animals, The good old country-side, Out-door sports, Trying new things, Challenges, Getting rough, if you know what I mean.
DISLIKES || Joy-killers, Hangovers, Cigarettes, Using people, Lies and rumours, Crappy food, Being alone, Abusive people.
STRENGTHS || Sweet-talker, Optimistic, Out-going, Fun, Soft-hearted, Dare-devil.
WEAKNESSES || Pushover, Defenseless, Easily distracted, Childish, No self-control.
FEARS || Being alone, Rejection, SPIDERS!
SECRETS || He just wants somebody to love and be loved in return, He has a soft spot for animals.
GOALS || To have fun with everyone and if possible, fuck them too! , To find that one true love that can settle him down, oh yeah, and make his parents proud!
PERSONALITY ||
Zaevier, in a nutshell. He is a sweetheart but he’s a real player. He loves to mess around and have fun with dudes and chicks. He sleeps around practically with almost everyone. He is very childish but he can get serious sometimes, especially when it comes to business. He lives a fun and care-free life but he secretly wishes he could settle down and be in a serious relationship with someone. But he can’t let go of his lifestyle just yet, just till he finds someone worthy to give it all up.

PARENTS ||
Alexander Xanthileo / Roxanne Andersen | 56/55 | Hotel Tycoon Owner / Novelist | Birth Parents
SIBLINGS ||
Younger Sister, name? Don’t know yet. Anyone wanna take it? | 20 | College kid | Birth Sister
BIRTHPLACE || Oxfordshire, England.
HOMETOWN || California, USA.
NATIONALITY & LANGUAGES || American | English

SAMPLE RP HERE [MUST BE MORE THAN 350 WORDS]

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It was a tough day for Cael. His cousin was being so bitchy ever since he got here. He never felt accepted in this new world that he was supposed to love right away. Cael thought it was a good time to explore the treacherous realms of Honolulu since he just got his Harley bike from the port. Song writing was the only friend he had right now and honestly, the only best friend he ever had, except for one though. Then it hit him, he travelled this far was to search for someone, that was the real reason. He shook his head in disbelief. He still thought that he could find her. It was ages ago. There was no way; it was clearly impossible but still he won’t give in. Just not yet. He took his keys, his guitar, a note pad and his special song-writing pen which he bought a week ago and packed everything in his guitar case. He then left a note for his cousin, Jae. Cael wished he could write a suicide note for Jae and see him worry; trying to find Cael’s dead body somewhere, but who knows, maybe Jae would just throw a party to celebrate his death. He felt depressed thinking about it. Even how much he hates trying to fit in, he had no choice- he has to.

He rode along the busy roads of Honolulu. There were road constructions almost everywhere and cars were piling up; how he hated traffic jams. Nothing was making him feel any better. The beach was too crowded; he didn’t feel like sitting in a café, basically, there was no where he could write his music in peace. Frustrated, he headed to the east-side of the city. There wasn’t anything much here but the scenery was nice. Kinda quiet, there was no sign of night life and the people here looked alright, friendlier maybe. Cael then stumbled across a sign, ‘Makiki Park’, it read. Finally, somewhere he could go. There was a decent parking space near the park and things somehow got better. Now, he just prayed that no one would steal his bike.

From the minute he walked in the park, he felt more like home. That was the only thing he had been missing these days, home. The green grass, the trees, the lake, just everything. It was just like back at the meadow; only the meadow was left untouched. A smile appeared on his face. He continued to walk along the paths, looking for a place where he could settle down and just let inspiration take over him. A gigantic ancient-looking tree by the lake caught his eye. The sight was magnificent, not to mention the place was secluded. Cael made his way to a small clearing under the tree and just sat there, enjoying the view. He was content of his song-writing spot and happily picked up his guitar. He strummed his guitar in random chords while his soul connected them into a melody. His mind thinking hard of the lyrics he would write. Love songs, they were all he had written about all these years. Ironically, he had never been in love. Well, not really technically. It was mind-boggling, how he could write songs about love yet never experienced it. Not from a lover though. He dated, yeah, he did but none of them ever made him feel butterflies in his stomach, fireworks when he kissed them and all that cliché stuff. Sometimes he would blame it on his constant obsession of finding that girl, he just couldn’t stop. Why? He never knew. He just needed to see her again. She didn’t even bid him goodbye when she left. She just vanished. He guessed that she didn’t want to hurt him. He was depended on her. Maybe she couldn’t bring herself to break it to him. Again, ironic isn’t it, the words his heart made up; convincing him that there was still hope.

Just a verse on his note pad; there was still a long way to go. He gently strummed his guitar while singing the lyrics he just made. Writing line after line, he never gets tired especially when inspiration kicked in. But somehow now, he felt uneasy. He felt as if someone had been watching him, or was he just being paranoid. This was one of the reasons why he hates being alone but again, he loves being in his solitude. Somehow he wished someone would just walked to him and said hi. Now speak of the devil, someone did.

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THE NAME'S SYLLIE AND I AM BOARDING THE FEMALE TRAIN
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR JUST A WEEK NOW. I ALSO PLAY
NO ONE] HERE. AND I AM SIXTEEN YEARS YOUNG.

[( ANGEL )]