Post by kaotyc on Jun 15, 2012 20:22:12 GMT -5
casimiro dillon valerius
nickname(s) Miro
date of birth: Oct. 25
age: twenty-six
degree of education Detroit High School--graduated with diploma
Detroit Community College--graduated with Masters in Business Management
occupation: CEO of major banking company
face claim: Billy Martin
ethnicity: Caucasian (half Italian, half American)
birthplace: Detroit, Michigan
hometown: Detroit Michigan
other locations: Ravenhearst Asylum for the Criminally Insane--Ravenhearst, Michigan
languages: English
eye color: bright, ice blue
hair color: black, short in front, long in back
height: 7ft0
weight: 250lbs
overall looks: Casimiro Valerius stands at seven foot. He weighs 250 pounds and has a slight athletic build, much like a runner's build. His hair is jet black and he prefers to wear it long in the front and short in the back. His eyes, however, are the most unique shade of blue. They are a bright, almost ice blue that seem to penetrate people and look into their souls when he looks at them. He very rarely, if ever, displays emotion.
overall style: Miro generally wears suits when he is at work. His suits are usually black-on-black and form-fitting. With those, he wears black dress shoes. Outside of work, however, he wears black cargo pants. His shirts of choice are either band t-shirts or plain black t-shirts. His choice of shoes are black combat boots.
strengths
Speed
Strength
Intelligence
Cunning
Leadership skills
Oratory skills
weaknesses:
Coldness
Inability to show emotion
Inability to feel emotion
His addiction to Methamphetamine
Pride
likes:
rock music
his job
being in charge
Meth
education
Chess
being right
killing
cannibalism
biographies about serial killers
blood
career-oriented people
goal-oriented people
dislikes:
sex
rap
hip-hop
ignorant people
people with no education
people with no goals
fake people
people who see through him
thieves
criminals
rumors: Rumors are that Casimiro has been in jail for business fraud. He created the rumor himself because he could not have anyone knowing what really happened.
overall personality: Miro is cold and calculating. When he speaks, he has a hypnotic quality to his voice. His voice seems to captivate many people and adds an enigmatic lure to him. He is a man of few words, but he is a genius. His IQ is over 120 and he uses his intelligence to his advantage. He does not let anyone get close to him and he is usually on guard most of the time. Usually, he is seen drinking water from a Methamphetamine-laced water bottle. When he does not have Meth, his hands start shaking and he starts tapping his fingers, as well as looking around nervously. However, when he is under the influence, he is alert and has insomnia. He is also a master manipulator, and uses people to gain what he needs or to get where he needs to be.
father: Amadeo Valerius, age sixty-two, is a former photographer for the models. He resides in Venice, and is currently retired. When Miro's mother was pregnant, Amadeo disowned her, saying that she lied to him and that he was not the father. He tarnished Miro's mother's reputation and made it so she could never get another modelling job again. Miro never knew him, nor does he want to, for he blames him for how his mother, and himself, wound up.
mother: Lissa Woods was a woman who moved from Detroit to Venice when she was in her early twenties as a model. She became very famous in the modelling community, thanks to Amadeo. However, when she became pregnant, her fame, and dreams of love, were shattered. She moved back to Detroit and was then disowned by her parents. Forced to make ends meet at any cost, she reconciled with an old boyfriend, Adrion Black, who got her into prostitution. After Miro was born, she turned to drugs, thanks to Adrion. For fourteen years, Miro witnessed, and received, severe abuse, at the hands of Adrion, and occasionally his mother. When he turned fourteen, he returned home one morning to get clothes. He walked in on Adrion beating his mother. Miro lost control and grabbed a knife, stabbing and murdering them both.
siblings: None.
other relatives: Adrion Black was Miro's stepfather. He was a drunk, drug addict and a pimp. He severely abused Miro and Lissa. Adrion is also the reason that Lissa's life spiraled down and one of the reasons Miro did what he did. His hobbies included getting drunk and beating Lissa, or Miro. Miro killed him after watching him beat Lissa one too many times.
history:
secret life: Miro, back in Detroit, was in Ravenhearst Asylum for the murder of over twenty people in a span of ten years. He escaped with help from his lover, Amancio, and set the asylum on fire. He also erased all the files about himself. He was in the asylum and deemed a sociopath diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder, or the inability to see other human beings as people. He believes people are throwaways. He is a cannibal as well. Out of the twenty people he killed, he has cannibalized sixteen.
past relationships: None
current relationships: Amancio Montgomery is Miro's lover. They have been together since they were both thirteen. Amancio is a twenty-six year old chef.
friendships: Benjamin "Benny" Montgomery is Amancio's father and the person who took Miro in when he was thirteen. He works as a drug dealer. He is forty-two years old.
enemies: Most of his enemies are dead. He kills anyone who gets in his way or discovers who he truly is and what he is truly capable of.
welcome to a beautiful life Kaotyc. we are glad to have you! i'd like to start of by telling you i am a dudette. i have been roleplaying for 1 year and i generally throw a 200-600 words your way in a thread. i found this place at Caution and happy to be here! one last thing...i am from EST, so i wont always be online.. on my behalf i must tell you I work 40+ hours a week so I won't ALWAYS be on and i'm excited to rp here and get to know my fellow roleplayers! here is a sample of what i can do:
"Well, Casimiro," the therapist began, looking over at the tall man with a fearful expression on her face. Miro had been receiving the same expression since he arrived at Ravenhearst Asylum for the Criminally Insane six months prior. "Where would you like to start?"
Miro remained silent as he watched her. His ice blue eyes were emotionless before he turned towards one of the bullet-proof windows. All were locked against the rain, which cascaded down as it dashed against them. The man sighed as he turned his attention to the puke green carpet. It made him want to find the interior decorator and bash his face in.
"Miro," he corrected in his deep, hypnotic voice.
He wished he had his water bottle with him. His throat felt like it was on fire as his head throbbed mercilessly.
"Miro it is." The woman smiled.
She wore too much lipstick. There was some staining her teeth. Her long, perfectly manicured red nails tapped the keys of the laptop she took notes on. "I'm Kendra."
"I care why?" Miro tapped his leg with his fingers anxiously. He needed his water bottle.
Kendra looked at the sadist, her mouth open in an 'oh' of shock, brown eyes wide. Apparently no one, besides Miro, bothered to tell her how dull her sessions were. He turned away again.
Miro knew if he did not look away, he would walk over to her and break her neck. He turned to the mirror, knowing the others were sitting on the other side. He knew they were watching him and taking notes on his behavior and, more importantly, his story.
They would try to turn his history into a best-selling novel, maybe make a movie out of it. He would be painted as the poor, neglected boy who snapped after taking too much abuse and neglect.
He was a lab rat to them. Miro knew he was only something they could make money off. The asylum already received lots of money and donations from the therapists and organizations that wanted to evaluate him, no doubt trying to figure out how someone could turn into such an emotionless, sadistic, cold-blooded killer. The news said he was the worst murderer the country saw; worse than Jeffrey Dahmer and Ed Gein. Miro killed with no discrimination.
Miro heard Kendra talking, but did not hear what she was saying. The sadist was more interested in trying to figure out what Amancio was doing. He assumed the man would be at the house, getting ready to carry out their plan.
"Miro?" He heard her ask, interrupting his thoughts.
"What?" Miro asked as he turned back to her calmly.
"I said, where would you like to begin?"
The sadist gave a smirk. Like an animal, he sensed her nervousness and fed off it. The sadist enjoyed other people's fear and nervousness. It showed who was strong and who was weak, who to kill, who competition was, and who should survive.
"Where do you want me to begin?" He asked, voice deadly calm, making Kendra gulp.
"What were your parents like?"
Miro remained silent as he watched her. His ice blue eyes were emotionless before he turned towards one of the bullet-proof windows. All were locked against the rain, which cascaded down as it dashed against them. The man sighed as he turned his attention to the puke green carpet. It made him want to find the interior decorator and bash his face in.
"Miro," he corrected in his deep, hypnotic voice.
He wished he had his water bottle with him. His throat felt like it was on fire as his head throbbed mercilessly.
"Miro it is." The woman smiled.
She wore too much lipstick. There was some staining her teeth. Her long, perfectly manicured red nails tapped the keys of the laptop she took notes on. "I'm Kendra."
"I care why?" Miro tapped his leg with his fingers anxiously. He needed his water bottle.
Kendra looked at the sadist, her mouth open in an 'oh' of shock, brown eyes wide. Apparently no one, besides Miro, bothered to tell her how dull her sessions were. He turned away again.
Miro knew if he did not look away, he would walk over to her and break her neck. He turned to the mirror, knowing the others were sitting on the other side. He knew they were watching him and taking notes on his behavior and, more importantly, his story.
They would try to turn his history into a best-selling novel, maybe make a movie out of it. He would be painted as the poor, neglected boy who snapped after taking too much abuse and neglect.
He was a lab rat to them. Miro knew he was only something they could make money off. The asylum already received lots of money and donations from the therapists and organizations that wanted to evaluate him, no doubt trying to figure out how someone could turn into such an emotionless, sadistic, cold-blooded killer. The news said he was the worst murderer the country saw; worse than Jeffrey Dahmer and Ed Gein. Miro killed with no discrimination.
Miro heard Kendra talking, but did not hear what she was saying. The sadist was more interested in trying to figure out what Amancio was doing. He assumed the man would be at the house, getting ready to carry out their plan.
"Miro?" He heard her ask, interrupting his thoughts.
"What?" Miro asked as he turned back to her calmly.
"I said, where would you like to begin?"
The sadist gave a smirk. Like an animal, he sensed her nervousness and fed off it. The sadist enjoyed other people's fear and nervousness. It showed who was strong and who was weak, who to kill, who competition was, and who should survive.
"Where do you want me to begin?" He asked, voice deadly calm, making Kendra gulp.
"What were your parents like?"
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