Post by david gaetan castillo on Jul 9, 2009 23:18:28 GMT
DAVID GAETAN CASTILLO!
BASiCS !
full name; David Gaetan Castillo
nicknames; Davie.
gender; Male
age; Thirty.
birthday; March 14th
birthplace; Mexico City
sexuality; heterosexual.
grade; Teacher
teaching; "Soccer" Coach, Spanish
APPERANCE !
i've been told i look a bit like; Gael Garcia Bernal.
let me explain;"I'm half Mexican, half French, although I look more Mexican than French, which is fine by me. I'm short, somewhere around 1.7 meters, and pretty well built. I'm not in as good of shape as I used to be, but that's just age getting to me, I think. I don't think I'm really all that special or anything. I guess I have a funny looking smile. I'm slightly embarrassed by that. Usually I try to hide it. I don't have any tattoos, I'm too much of a sissy to get any.
All around I'm brown, brown skin, brown eyes, brown hair (which is starting to bald and I'm freaking out). None of them are incredibly beautiful and I'm not going to pretend they are. Usually I wear glasses, not because they make me look distinguished, which they do, but to make my eyes seem less dull. Honestly, I believe they're the color of shit. Half the time I have stubble on my face because, let's be honest, I'm a little bit lazy when I wake up and don't want to shave. Really, I don't find myself particularly special."
CHARACTERiSTiCS !
loves; Football (soccer), silence, music, learning new languages, movies, music, warm weather, cigars (occasionally), a good beer, good wine, Mexico, books by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, early morning runs, good food, violin, movies, travel.
hates; Dogs, movie theaters, popular trends, having to lie, speaking French, books made into movies, organized religion, whiners, dirty things, throw up, throwing up, ignorance, Tuesdays, awkward advances.
strengths; Quick at learning languages, smart, honest, soccer, violin.
weaknesses; A little anti-social, sometimes a little too honest, little kids, the beach, Mexico, cleaning.
fears; Dogs, dogs, dogs, his mom dying, going blind, going deaf, throwing up, hospitals, getting old.
goals; Move back to Mexico, settle down, have a few kids.
interesting facts; Owns two houses and an apartment in Mexico which he inherited from his dad, Adores Che Guevara, wanted to be a doctor, still wants to be a doctor, modeled when he was a child, fluently speaks Spanish, English, French, Portuguese, Italian, and is learning German .
secrets; Still not over his father's death, Obsessive Compulsive: cleaning, maybe drinks a little too much.
quirks; Always says 'Yes' or 'No' at the end of a question, only smokes cuban cigars, can never do anything Monday nights because he does a weekly cleaning of his place.
personality;
David has always been more of a quiet type. He was a quiet, calm baby and turned out to be a quiet calm adult. He often keeps quiet in large groups, but if you get him in smaller ones, he talks quiet a bit, sometimes speaking so fast that he switches languages with out knowing it. But he's not open, just out going. He doesn't really like talking about anything personal. It makes him seem to self righteous. He's always super cautious about doing anything wrong. Playing soccer is when he's the most comfortable with himself. During soccer practices, David often jokes around and can't help but smile, even though he hates his smile.
Every monday night he has to clean the place, thoroughly and spot clean if anything else comes in that might be dirty. Although out in public he tries to suck it up as much as possible, he still has to use a handkerchief to open doors, touch railings, or anything similar. After soccer he always has to shower twice because of dirt and sweat. He hates it, but can't stop doing. More and more often he's considered getting help, but can't often bring himself to do it.
Although company is nice, David doesn't mind solitude. He adores books, mostly if they're in Spanish though. It's hard for him to focus if things are in English. It's actually hard for him to focus on a lot of things. Sometimes he's plays violin in his free time. He wouldn't consider himself good, but considering that he's been playing for 20 years, he's not bad. But in a large amount of free time, David cleans. It's not that he wants to, it's that he has to. It's OCD, and not that type that everyone claims they have because they keep things organized, it's the hardcore, serious type. Rarely does he let anyone into his apartment because he's scared of what they might bring in with them.
BiOGRAPHY !
mother; Stephanie Matin; 63
father; Julio Castillo; Deceased; Deceased
siblings; None
pets; None.
other family None
significant figures;None
history;
David was born in Mexico City to his Mexican father and French mother. His father was a photographer and his mother, a model, so naturally he was a beautiful baby. There was much debate about his name, seeing how they wanted to capture both cultures best they could. Finally, they settled on David Gaetan Castillo. He was a fairly good infant, quiet and easy. Unfortunately, it gave his parents a lot of free time, thus causing them to grow apart.
When he was young, around the age of four, his mother divorced his Father. It was a quiet divorce, no harsh feelings, just mutual disagreements. David lived stayed with his father in Mexico while his mom moved back to France. He stayed in contact with his mom, but never really felt to close to her. His father had hired a nanny who David spent most of his time with. Until he was ten he called her Mammy. Often, when he wasn't with his nanny, David would go to his father to shoots. Every now and then running errands and eventually getting picked up and doing a little modeling himself. However, David decided to quit modeling so he could be a doctor when he was 12.
School didn't go so well for David. He just couldn't focus enough on getting good grades and become a doctor. Around freshman year he began to show symptoms of OCD. He spent a lot of his free time cleaning and organizing. However, he was doing rather great on the futbol team. Despite his poor grades in everything but languages, David got into college with a scholarship to play soccer. He played for about two years before dropping out after signing a contract with a professional team. About a week into practice, he tore his ACL. Surgery went fine, but his knee just wasn't right afterwards. He was dropped from the soccer team and went back to school to get a degree in teaching.
After graduating, David taught Spanish at an elementary school for a few year. His father eventually fell ill during those years. When David was 26, his father died from a stroke. He took a year off to recover, before deciding he needed to leave Mexico for a while. He applied to teach at PSA and was glad when he was accepted. It was great for him to have a change of scenery and pace. Plus he was able to get back into soccer, which was a great bit of therapy.
ROLEPLAYER !
alias; Israel
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roleplay sample;
A thin film of smoke clung to the ceiling. If things kept going the way they were, the whole room would be filled by the end of the day. Oh, hell, if things kept going the way they were David would be laying in the middle of the street, drunk as hell and hoping to get run over. His eyes were bright red, partially from all the crying he had done and partially from the smoke. Next to him on the couch was an ash tray with many spent cigarettes and a cigar butt. In his left hand his held onto a cigarette. He must have smoked a pack and a half.
The news that had come was one he had been expecting for so long. He thought he was ready for it, but of course he wasn't. His father was dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. It seemed so odd. The word couldn't encompass the depth of the concept. Never again would he be able to hug his dad or listen to him talk about nothing for hours. No more nights of bullshit guru lectures. Oh, G-d. It was so hard to believe. If only he had been there for the last hours. He was such a bad son.
With a heavy sigh, David buried his eyes into his knees. He needed to stop crying. He would only feel worse if he kept on crying. Sniffing, he took a deep drag of his cigarette before reaching for the tumbler before him. The ice had melted a long time ago, so he was just drinking straight whiskey now. He didn't even know why he was still drinking. It just felt like the right thing to do. Was there a right thing to do? Hell, David didn't know.
He placed the drink back down and flipped onto his back. Placing the cigarette back down, he watched the ceiling fan go around and around. He thought about packing his bag. The plane left in the morning. It was the first flight out he could get. What was he supposed to do? He puffed on his cigarette. Shit.
