Post by Vinny Oliar on Mar 5, 2011 1:23:42 GMT -5
And yes my name is,
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I just have to know, who are you?
Vincent Felix Oliar
So how many years have you walked this earth?
Twenty-Six
Whats the exact date you began to breath?
17 November
Curiosity isn't a burden, whats your sexuality?
Closet bisexual
Hm... what gender are you?
Male
So who are your friends and occupation?
Angel’s Auto Shop
You look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?
Marshall Mathers (Eminem)
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This is who I am,
[/size][/font][/center]What do you like, love, or desire exactly?
Tattoos, Jenny (daughter), freestyle, sex, my gang
And you seem to hate a lot, what do you despise?
Crips, backstabbers, liars, cheaters, fighting dirty, being messed with, the color blue
We all feel like a surge of energy lies within us.
Control, leadership skills, rapping, fighting skills, being the secret weapon
Your weaknesses? Everyone has a Kryptonite.
Jenny (Vinny’s daughter), Manda (Vinny’s ex-wife), my buddies, drugs/alcohol
How do you how you see you self?
I stand at about 5' 10", making me just tall enough to look dangerous, but just short enough for people to underestimate me. I love it. I have a tattoo of my daughter on my lower right shoulder and a tattoo of my gang sign on my wrist. When I was twenty-two, I had an operation on my knee which now makes me slightly lopsided when I stand up straight. I don't consider it a weakness by any means, so don't even think of it. I wear glasses like the nerdy kid in high school, yeah, the black frames and all that shit. I often cut and bleach my own hair, so don't judge if it looks a little shaggy. I like it that way.
Attitudes can kill too, what is your personality?
I’m a private guy. I'm not going to put everything out there in the public. I never have and never will. A mystery to everyone that comes across me and very few people know many details of my life because I refuses to let people in. In public, I seem so nice and reserved….unless you piss me off. If you step on my toes, I’ll break you down in ways that you didn’t think was possible. I always try to go for more comedic ways of talking rather than anything. I try to be so outrageous that no one takes me seriously so that my honest nature won’t make people feel too concerned. I’m the type that will say a lot of things people want to say, but can’t or won’t. I’ll admit it: I have no filter. If I don’t like you, I’ll tell you.
I call it like I see it without any urge to censor myself or temper my rage. Yes, I do say awful things just to shock people. The one thing people seem to respect about me is how I make fun of myself. Yeah, I’ve done some dumb shit. Yeah, I had a screwed up past. I don’t want anyone’s pity because, even though I’m not proud of what I’ve done, I’m proud of who I’ve become. Everything that has happened in my past, made me who I am today. If you don’t like it, you can suck it. I say things hoping to shock you and make you sick. Many, many people in screwed up, miserable relationships have dark fantasies about things like murder and rape…I just have the guts to talk about it.
How do you usually dress?
I don’t really care too much about all the fashion trends that go through society. Honestly, I could give two shits about how good I look. So long as I’m comfortable and not restrained in my clothes, I’ll wear what I want to, when I want to wear it. Whether it’s a hoodie and some loose jeans or sweats and a t-shirt. I don’t let people’s ideas in fashion affect me. I hardly care about the hype of ‘fashion’ and ‘looking good’. I’m not here to look good, I’m here to live my damn life.
My style is pretty laid back. I don’t bother to brush my hair in the morning because, well, there just isn’t enough to brush. When it comes to picking out my clothes, I just throw on whatever looks the least wrinkled. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t usually wear the froufrou pinks and light colors…actually; I think the lightest color in my closet is just a plain white. I stick mainly to darker jeans and hoodies…mainly red shirts and hats. I love hats and I have a variety of colors in my small closet space…but never once will you see me wearing the color blue.
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My past is nothing special,
[/size][/font][/center]And your parents are?
Debbie Nellis – forty-one – Unemployed
Bruce Oliar – fourty-three -- Unknown
Did you have someone to argue with when you were younger?
Ronie Nellis – twenty – (half-brother)
Any wild animals running around your house?
No pets, but Jenny seems to want a puppy…
So I wanna know about your past, present, and maybe even future?
I was born on the 17th November in LA. Son of a fifteen-year-old mother at the time of my birth and a father who left six month later never to return, I spent my early childhood being shoved back and forth from California and Detroit, Michigan. I settled on the Eastside of Detroit when I was 12. Switching schools every two to three months made it difficult to make friends, graduate and to stay out of trouble. After failing the 9th grade for three times in a row, I decided quit school, but I don’t consider myself stupid and doesn't advise that people should follow my example. I. Yo, I failed ninth grade three times, but I don't think it was necessarily 'cause I'm stupid. I didn't go to school. I couldn't deal.
I don't like to give the sob story: growing up in a single-parent home, never knew my father, my mother never worked, and when friends came over I'd hide the welfare cheese. I’m just a very angry person. My mother was a warped bitch; my bastard of a dad was a non-presence. I got picked on in school, I moved around a lot as a kid. I had been with the same woman since I was 13 and we've hurt each other in every possible way, that’s why we ended it. It just wasn’t going anywhere.
My father left me and my mom when I was only a couple of months old, and I haven’t seen my dad in years. I remember once when I was 16 he came to my house, we were living on the east side of 8 mile, he came over with a brand new pair of shoes and he threw them at my feet and said 'Put those on', and I said 'why'? He said 'Because I'm tired of you wearing them dirty ass shoes'. When I was just about to turn seventeen, I hit rock bottom. Drugs had always been a big deal in my life because my mom had a drug problem, so after a while, it just kind of came to be a part of life. It came as easy as breathing. Before long, I found myself starting to hang out with all the wrong people…and that’s how I was introduced to the Bloods.
Surprisingly, I made it in without much trouble. They thought of me as the skinny white boy, but half the people in the actual gang were either my close friends or family…or people that had encountered my fists personally and lived to tell the tale of how much of a ‘Secret Weapon’ I really was. So, Secret was born. I became the skinny white boy with a big mouth that no one wanted to mess with. I was the guy that everyone underestimated and found themselves regretting it later. I started getting into some financial trouble after a while, but my friends had my back. Just recently I started working at a garage with a good buddy’s girlfriend being the owner. The deal we made: I stick to my business, she sticks to hers. Sounds easy enough.
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Who are you exactly,
[/size][/font][/center]And so who are you really?
Vin
So your how old again?
Twenty
You've been roleplaying for how long?
Like, 5? 6?
How many other characters do you have?
None
Hm... anything else I should know?
I don’t know, is there?
