Post by rioflourashinn on Jul 13, 2012 20:51:19 GMT -8
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Rio Joshua Flourashinn
Gender:Male
Age/DOB: 37(looks 26) / April 1st 1975
Occupation:Used to be a web designer
Race: Ghost
Appearance;
Once upon a time Rio had a even skin tone, dark brown hair and auburn eyes to match. Now, he is no color than a panda. In death he was drained of every last tint and hue, reducing him to no more than a grey scale portrait. His once dark coat, with a few colorful buttons, beige vest, and pale pink dress shirt, are no more than a memory he holds dear. Stained along his gut with the the one color he would never forget, the deepest red he could ever imagine. Fortunately the cause of his death left little to be seen in the after life. No more than a puncture wound in his side trailing slightly to the front of his body. The blade had been sharp, and made little work of his flesh, a clean cut. Still its a burden of a memory, that he must carry with him in his monochrome days of the after life.
Personality;
Rio is a strange fell, but in the nicest of ways. His manners are still well in tact, he showed respect when it was due, and often has a smile plastered all over his face. Rio had a a nerds life, the brain of a computer but the relation ship strength of a 10 year old boy. Immaturity was always an issue, and not to mention his collection of cards and action figures could chase a girl away faster than a room full of ammunition. Despite all his lonesome ways, you could not find a sweeter heart, a man who despite his knowledge lived in an apartment with a room mate, as a lot of work went to charity, or small businesses. Even in his last breaths, he barely blamed his room mate, and instead worried more about who would look after his collectibles.
History;
To go over Rio's life is a boxing ring where the enemy had led laced gloves. Starting at birth with a tough blow, when 5 month old baby R.J Flourashinn was found on a church door step Sunday morning before mass. Nothing more than a name on the rather dirty little baby in a broken up picnic basket. The pasture could not afford a child and so the babe was sent off to child services, as was common with abandoned infants.
Through out his younger days, he went from foster home to foster home, but could be a hand full do to a curious mind. Often staying for stints as short as a week or two. Once old enough to enter a proper adoption agency he lived with 7 other kids till he was 16, waiting without luck to find that one family to take him. Some due to blank slate back ground, and others to the fact he recommended other children before himself.
Working hard and using his intellect he graduated highschool and applied for multiple scholar ships, before gaining a full ride into a tech school for his graphic abilities. For you see, when your in a house full of other children, you find a safe haven. Rio's had been the internet.
Not long after the youth, despite his difficult journey, did not start a large company, or use his saved up cash to propel a successful future. Instead he set up a small, out of home business making web sites for small businesses and even charity. He lived with a rough and tumble room mate and did his best to keep from getting in the others way. To much of a soft soul to stand up for himself. The beatings he took from days at school, foster siblings, and kids at the home were enough to teach him to lay down. Until the limit was reached.
After a full out weekend bender, Samuel, the aforementioned roomy, came home, beer in hand and stumble to his step. His most recent woman, having left him for obvious reasons, the man was in an already sour mood. Nearly breaking the door in an attempt to be cool, kicking it hard as he could, Samual paraded into Rio's room. Rio being lost in his work tried to ignor the drunkard and to this day regrets every action after.
"You..yeah you F***er.." the drunken fool slurred his words. "Your bad luck! I used...used to be a chick magnet but your..slowing me down" he stammered on pacing near Rio's desk. "You and your d..dorky hair cuts and stupid degree on the wall.." Samual took a long sip of his recently opened beer. "..think your better than me cause you went to college"
Rio took a deep sigh and continued in his programming, trying to drown the other out with the click clack of his typing.
"Hey..DORK! I'm talking to you!" he snapped and shoved the back of Rio's head.
"Shove off Sam..its not my fault ok..maybe if you drank less?" he offered a bit of advice but froze as he felt liquid spill over his head shoulders and even his lap top. Samual had gone the extra mile in making him miserable, he soaked the computer and its owner in the beer. Rio surged up grabbing a towel off the rack near him, his chair rolling away as he tried to clean up the mess and dry him self off while Samual laughed. "You Have a serious problem Sam!!" He shouted and finally gave up looking to the jock type idiot. That smug look slowly turning away to leave, and something snapped. Rio could swear it had been audiable, like a twig or an elastic band. His hand trusted out, shoving the muscled man "Your paying for that computer, and I hope no woman ever has to end up being your wi...." was all he got out.
Rio had not even realized Sam had turned back around, a pocket knife on hand after the shove, and a drunken vengance on mind at the words. The pain did not set in right away, but as the blade dug deep, and slashed forward he fell to his knees and then his side, rolling onto his back and watching the man walk out slamming the door to his room, an the moments later the door to the apartment.
It took a while for everything to settle in, shock numbing the pain, but also his limbs. His Cell was on the dresser across the room, and his land line was in the kitchen. Alone, he stared at the roof, and let the weight of his life crash over him. They say you see all you have done in life, in a flash, and it was true, but it was empty. Rio had never had many friends, never knew his parents, and worst of all, never found love. Here he lay, as alone in the world as he had been when he was abandoned 25 years and 8 months ago. He had a few buddies from school, but none he had seen in the past year. The only thing that meant much to him was his collections of cards and action figures, which now was worthless to him.
In a moment of clear thought he worked through the growing pin to grab the towel he had once held pressing it to the wound as he felt the sting surge through him. The half hour it took to bleed out, felt like hours. Mixed with sorrow and in the end, a final revelation that truly struck home, if he died now what would his after life hold, he had no family to go see, no loved ones. Picturing void space caused a panic, trying his best to call out for help, but his voice already so weak and hoarse no one could hear. In those final tear stained moments, he begged for life from no one, and it went dark.
Eyes opening to sunlight beaming through the window he sat up slowly then stood. How was this possible, he was up, he was fine, there was no pain. It must have been a dream, yes only a dream. But as he turned he saw his soaked computer and as his eyes fell slowly, he saw a sight that would for ever haunt him. His own body, lay in a pool of red blood. Stumbling back he went to sit in his chair but instead fell through it. Looking to his own hands he saw now there was no color, he was dead. Rio always told people he believed in ghosts, but he also had believed in big food, and nessie. How was it possible that this was true. How could he really be a ghost.
It took a while to come to terms, but Rio was quick to adapt, a skill you had to have when living in foster homes. He spent days in moods of sorrow, uncertainty, and fear. It took 4 days before anyone cared to notice he was gone. 3 days to clean the apartment and get rid of the smell. Then only 1 week, to have new tenants. Though it all, Rio just watched, always thinking that being a ghost would be cool, but in a way it was its own hell. He could not touch anything, he could not communicate, and worst of all he was still just as alone as before.
In the years to come Rio never left the apartment. He watched families come and go. Taunted dogs for fun, and managed to drain a few batteries in phones when trying to talk. To no avail, and for 11 years he watched the world around him move on. Until one day, a chance oppertunity came his way. Like a gift from grace, a Midium picked his apartment, out of 7 others. A woman who would prove to be his first and dearest friend despite a rocky start.
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OOC;
Name: Tri_San
Other Characters: Richard McGovery
Preferred method of contact: MSN and AIM
How did you find us?: Caution to the wind
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