Post by Cosmin Viorel Luminitsa on Nov 20, 2009 18:41:08 GMT -5
We find you totally innocent
Which is the worst crime of all
So you're going to hang~
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Cosmin Viorel Luminitsa
"Gypsy, Thief, Puppeteer, King of Fools, King of Gypsies."
PERSONALITY ::
Cosmin's an oddball through and through. Though his alliance holds entirely to his own people, no one can honestly say they're his "friend". Not many, if any, know exactly what's going on inside that head of his, considering the boy is so keen on switching his moods without a second thought. Cosmin enjoys festivities, dancing, singing, anything that involves parties.
He loves being the center of attention, though knows when to allow others the lime light. Some say he's something of a "Puppeteer", watching things from the sidelines and manipulating people. This isn't to say he's a villain of course, though he is quite skilled at getting others to do as he wishes.
The gypsy doesn't associate himself as a villain nor hero; his loyalty lies with his people. It doesn't matter to him what he has to do to ensure their safety, as nothing in the world is so important to him as the wellbeing of the Romanies. Ultimately, blind loyalty is his downfall.
Despite his outwardly jolly nature, Cosmin does possess certain qualities that most would find unseemly. More often than not, it's not uncommon for him to feel deeply angered by something, though he rarely ever acts out on it. At least, in a way that others could tell he'd actually be upset. Instead, he's prone to ridiculing others that have wronged him, even going so far as to cause them deep emotional scarring in public. In all, the boy will never hesitate to get back at someone who's wronged him or his people.
HISTORY ::
CHILDHOOD :: Cosmin's life is a shaded one. From a very young age, he was deemed an "outcast", begging for food on the streets. His mother and father, like him, were gypsies from Romania, and taught him everything he was to know.
As a child, his parents, older than the typical age of new parents, passed away. This was due to their old age, as well as the many illnesses present in their makeshift community. Though he was taken care of by the other gypsies present since his birth, Cosmin never really became all that close to anyone.
He soon learned to care for himself, fending off anyone that wished to harm him or his people. Naturally, this took quite awhile, and there were many situations where the boy took an awful beating for his bravery, though with time his body became accustomed to pain, and learned to fight back.
MIDDLE YEARS :: As he aged, many looked up to Cosmin as someone akin to their leader. He protected as many of them as possible, and even stood up to any manner of authority should they threaten them. With time, they migrated to different areas of the world, seeking refuge as Romania was soon transforming into a place they weren't particularly welcome. Instead of migrating with the rest of his family however, Cosmin chose to go on his own, in search of a home where his people were welcome without a second thought.
THE NOW ::On his journey, the boy entered The United States and, more specifically, New York. Finding it at least a decent place to stay for the mean time, Cosmin performs in public for spare change until he can send word to the rest of his people he's found a potential home.
LIKES ::
DISLIKES ::
GOALS ::
STRENGHTS ::
WEAKNESSES
SECRETS ::
BEST MEMORY :: "I remember as a petit enfant when my papa demonstrated how to play the flute for me. The moon was bright, illuminating every nook and cranny visible to the naked eye..I've never known a night like it since.
It was truly a magnificent sight, his nimble fingers dancing along the brass surface as if like magic, the reflecting tune emitting from the small hollows on its body.. Ahh..si beautufl."
WORST MEMORY"Si'l vous plait, you ask such a personal question! Is this really appropriate? Mmm, I suppose if I must..
I believe my worst memory would be the day my mother passed away, as is expected. It was a silent evening, not even the birds or insects made a sound. It was as if they too were peering anxiously, waiting on baited breath for the sickened woman lying in a cot for the moment when she would breathe for the final time.
I knelt by her side, clutching her hand tightly, and naturally whispered false promises of health and what we would do once she regained herself. Il est évident.. it did nothing but draw a pained smile to her face. Of course, I could be confusing this with a grimace and, without a single word more, the oxygen escaped her lungs and she died.
Tut tut, vraiment maintenant. Satisfied?"
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Cosmin Viorel Luminitsa
"Gypsy, Thief, Puppeteer, King of Fools, King of Gypsies."
PERSONALITY ::
Cosmin's an oddball through and through. Though his alliance holds entirely to his own people, no one can honestly say they're his "friend". Not many, if any, know exactly what's going on inside that head of his, considering the boy is so keen on switching his moods without a second thought. Cosmin enjoys festivities, dancing, singing, anything that involves parties.
He loves being the center of attention, though knows when to allow others the lime light. Some say he's something of a "Puppeteer", watching things from the sidelines and manipulating people. This isn't to say he's a villain of course, though he is quite skilled at getting others to do as he wishes.
The gypsy doesn't associate himself as a villain nor hero; his loyalty lies with his people. It doesn't matter to him what he has to do to ensure their safety, as nothing in the world is so important to him as the wellbeing of the Romanies. Ultimately, blind loyalty is his downfall.
Despite his outwardly jolly nature, Cosmin does possess certain qualities that most would find unseemly. More often than not, it's not uncommon for him to feel deeply angered by something, though he rarely ever acts out on it. At least, in a way that others could tell he'd actually be upset. Instead, he's prone to ridiculing others that have wronged him, even going so far as to cause them deep emotional scarring in public. In all, the boy will never hesitate to get back at someone who's wronged him or his people.
HISTORY ::
CHILDHOOD :: Cosmin's life is a shaded one. From a very young age, he was deemed an "outcast", begging for food on the streets. His mother and father, like him, were gypsies from Romania, and taught him everything he was to know.
As a child, his parents, older than the typical age of new parents, passed away. This was due to their old age, as well as the many illnesses present in their makeshift community. Though he was taken care of by the other gypsies present since his birth, Cosmin never really became all that close to anyone.
He soon learned to care for himself, fending off anyone that wished to harm him or his people. Naturally, this took quite awhile, and there were many situations where the boy took an awful beating for his bravery, though with time his body became accustomed to pain, and learned to fight back.
MIDDLE YEARS :: As he aged, many looked up to Cosmin as someone akin to their leader. He protected as many of them as possible, and even stood up to any manner of authority should they threaten them. With time, they migrated to different areas of the world, seeking refuge as Romania was soon transforming into a place they weren't particularly welcome. Instead of migrating with the rest of his family however, Cosmin chose to go on his own, in search of a home where his people were welcome without a second thought.
THE NOW ::On his journey, the boy entered The United States and, more specifically, New York. Finding it at least a decent place to stay for the mean time, Cosmin performs in public for spare change until he can send word to the rest of his people he's found a potential home.
LIKES ::
- Dancing.
- Singing.
- Instruments.
- Bells/Chimes.
- Money.
- Eating once in awhile.
DISLIKES ::
- Law Officials.
- Rules.
- Prudes.
- Spies.
- Traitors.
GOALS ::
- Reuniting with family.
- Acquiring enough money to care for his people.
- Ending all those
truepreconceived notions that Gypsy's are thieves.
STRENGHTS ::
- An acrobatic body.
- A marvelous singing voice~ <3
- The ability to use circular speech and still make it sound good.
WEAKNESSES
- The law.
- A temper; though Cosmin's never outwardly angry. He usually just ridicules and humiliates someone if he feels they've wronged him.
- Reverting to other languages when uncomfortable.
- When confronted with truly talented musicians, it's difficult for Cosmin to keep on track sometimes. He's prone to distractions when something tickles his fancy.
SECRETS ::
- Though no one knows it, Cosmin is an illegal immigrant.
- A deep-set fear of God.
BEST MEMORY :: "I remember as a petit enfant when my papa demonstrated how to play the flute for me. The moon was bright, illuminating every nook and cranny visible to the naked eye..I've never known a night like it since.
It was truly a magnificent sight, his nimble fingers dancing along the brass surface as if like magic, the reflecting tune emitting from the small hollows on its body.. Ahh..si beautufl."
WORST MEMORY"Si'l vous plait, you ask such a personal question! Is this really appropriate? Mmm, I suppose if I must..
I believe my worst memory would be the day my mother passed away, as is expected. It was a silent evening, not even the birds or insects made a sound. It was as if they too were peering anxiously, waiting on baited breath for the sickened woman lying in a cot for the moment when she would breathe for the final time.
I knelt by her side, clutching her hand tightly, and naturally whispered false promises of health and what we would do once she regained herself. Il est évident.. it did nothing but draw a pained smile to her face. Of course, I could be confusing this with a grimace and, without a single word more, the oxygen escaped her lungs and she died.
Tut tut, vraiment maintenant. Satisfied?"
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((A reply taken from another site~))
Cosmin's lips parted slightly, as if to voice a protest as the snooty woman proceeded to stomp away, blind daughter in tow. He held back any words however, releasing his breath softly instead.
Without a moment's hesitation, the brunette let his trademark grin slip into place, raising a gloved hand to wave enthusiastically after them.
"Come back later, mademoiselle," he cried, letting a small chuckle float past his lips, "I'll be saving that dance for you!"
Oh, he knew all too well this would probably prompt the elderly female to become even angrier, perhaps turn around to give him a piece of her mind? Whatever the course of action, Cosmin was far too accustomed to prejudice treatment to be phased any longer.
Such was common for his people after all, and it still wasn't all that uncommon for them to be seen as unholy and evil. To be hated was one thing, but to be accused of witchcraft was another matter entirely, and Cosmin had held witness to too many executions to still have a soft heart. No, should he be shouted at, Cosmin might just have to force his hand into dowsing the woman in water. That or besting her in a battle of wits. Both were..equally satisfying.
"You can't be French sometimes, you know."
Glancing back to before him, the gypsy eyed the girl. On her chest she held the same cat that had earlier been attacking his clothing and, to Cosmin's slight disgust, she was using this as a reason to present her bosom quite provocatively towards the brunette. Not that he was a stranger to such advances, but perhaps Cosmin had fooled himself into thinking such blatant display of sexuality was only common amongst his own people. Perhaps he was wrong.
"Au contraire," he replied, raising a finger thoughtfully to rub at his chin, "I can." Choosing to continue, Cosmin figured he might as well twist his words, if only a little. "To be something is to speak it, act it, and appear it. Dacă eu nu vorbesc limba română, I'm then Romanian." A giggle fluttered past pink lips, perhaps a little mocking. "Understand?"
Without waiting for an answer, Cosmin's attention was diverted to the sound of, oh joyous, another cat. Not to say he had a particular dislike for felines, only..There seemed to be an excess amount present in this village, and he wasn't entirely certain what his views on it were.
This one didn't seem all that keen on coming forward however, which struck a curiousity chord within the gypsy. With a slight inhale, he raised the reed pipe to his lips once more and blew into the mouth piece, fingertips moving at a slow pace as if to coax the small animal closer. Cosmin would rather be adorably attacked then stoically shunned, after all.
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Cosmin's lips parted slightly, as if to voice a protest as the snooty woman proceeded to stomp away, blind daughter in tow. He held back any words however, releasing his breath softly instead.
Without a moment's hesitation, the brunette let his trademark grin slip into place, raising a gloved hand to wave enthusiastically after them.
"Come back later, mademoiselle," he cried, letting a small chuckle float past his lips, "I'll be saving that dance for you!"
Oh, he knew all too well this would probably prompt the elderly female to become even angrier, perhaps turn around to give him a piece of her mind? Whatever the course of action, Cosmin was far too accustomed to prejudice treatment to be phased any longer.
Such was common for his people after all, and it still wasn't all that uncommon for them to be seen as unholy and evil. To be hated was one thing, but to be accused of witchcraft was another matter entirely, and Cosmin had held witness to too many executions to still have a soft heart. No, should he be shouted at, Cosmin might just have to force his hand into dowsing the woman in water. That or besting her in a battle of wits. Both were..equally satisfying.
"You can't be French sometimes, you know."
Glancing back to before him, the gypsy eyed the girl. On her chest she held the same cat that had earlier been attacking his clothing and, to Cosmin's slight disgust, she was using this as a reason to present her bosom quite provocatively towards the brunette. Not that he was a stranger to such advances, but perhaps Cosmin had fooled himself into thinking such blatant display of sexuality was only common amongst his own people. Perhaps he was wrong.
"Au contraire," he replied, raising a finger thoughtfully to rub at his chin, "I can." Choosing to continue, Cosmin figured he might as well twist his words, if only a little. "To be something is to speak it, act it, and appear it. Dacă eu nu vorbesc limba română, I'm then Romanian." A giggle fluttered past pink lips, perhaps a little mocking. "Understand?"
Without waiting for an answer, Cosmin's attention was diverted to the sound of, oh joyous, another cat. Not to say he had a particular dislike for felines, only..There seemed to be an excess amount present in this village, and he wasn't entirely certain what his views on it were.
This one didn't seem all that keen on coming forward however, which struck a curiousity chord within the gypsy. With a slight inhale, he raised the reed pipe to his lips once more and blew into the mouth piece, fingertips moving at a slow pace as if to coax the small animal closer. Cosmin would rather be adorably attacked then stoically shunned, after all.
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Word Count: 473