Character Sheet - Carlos Guerrero Manzanares
Species:
Human / Spanish.
Primordial Blooded.
Sex:
Male.
Age:
22
Height:
1.70 m / 5' 6.9"
Hair:
Chesnut, short.
Eyes:
Chocolate colored.
Skin:
Slightly tanned peach skin.
Particularities:
Loves the color green, and likes black a lot. Usually you'll see him with a combination of the two if possible.
Once a romantic, still holding onto the idea of having someone love him. Became a bit of a sore topic.
Loves strategy games and RPG since he likes to think of ways to have a 'perfect play' and enjoys good stories as well as mindless repetitive grinding to take the edge off. Has a thing for point and click adventures when the mood strikes.
Heavy metal is sacred. A lot of modern music is shit. You will not change his mind. He also likes old stuff because he thinks many of the old masterpieces had the soul a lot of modern musicians throw away for money.
Loves to shit talk with his family, roughousing and generally fucking shit up for fun, but never in a serious way.
So vindictive you'd have an easier way stopping aging than making him forgive you without an extremely good reason if you do something serious. If you do that, but to his family, then you made an enemy for life.
HATES the heat. Loves the cold. Can be swimming in the sea even during winter, and he usually does it for fun.
Interests:
Books in general. Fantasy of any kind (Science fiction, modern and medieval fantasy, etc). Once a distraction of the usual grind and what hardships the curse brought into his life, they became a constant interest. They also brought a quick imagination that helps as much as it hinders him.
Games, usually the grindy ones. Similar to the books, this became a thing after it helped dull the usual pain the curse brought forth. It did help him with learning to plan for many (usually absurd) things.
Days of rain and the night sky attract his attention. This was mostly because of his sister at first, but nighttime and the sound of rain have grown to be fond companions. Getting him to enjoy his nights or a dain under the rain is a simple thing that usually calms him or lifts his mood.
Many artistic interests, like painting, writing, drawing and so on… Absolutely zero ability for any of them. He does decompress by trying, but that is it.
Training and lazying around in equal measure. A good hour or two doing heavy duty every day paired with being a lazy bum for as long as he can afterwards.
Magic Affinity (If Applicable):
Ice, Earth, Hellfire and Necromantic affinities.
Bad Mixup.
A cascade of possible damaging or life ending magical failures.
Attire:
Usually short pants, simple shirts and walking shoes. Nothing too fancy.
Loves skulls, camo patterns and other grotesque imagery in his clothes, otherwise doesn't give a shit.
Try to stuff him in something 'prim and proper' and you may need help, or a horse tranquilizer.
Openly HATES perfume, cosmetics and other such things, especially lipstick. (He dislikes it on people around him for some reason he cannot explain). Trying to get any of those on him as a prank got someone's arm broken. Don't try. It already happened.
Has a fondness for protective gear like what his father uses, probably because his dad got him into it. He'd willingly wear armor as everyday clothes if he could. Loves the full plate getup of old, but would willingly wear Conquistador armor to troll people too, more so now thanks to modern 'sensibilities'.
Physical:
At one time muscular, but agile, with a chiseled chin only surpassed by his father, with strong posture, meaty neck, wide back and sturdy as hell legs. It could easily be described as a discount 'Street Fighter' character. Nowadays, after four years of inactivity, he is chunky, with slightly flabby arms, legs, a bit of a belly and fat everywhere where it should be both uncomfortable and far from flattering. After his arrival in Hell (and the previous talk with his cousins) he is motivated to get back in shape and will make sure to get back to what he once had.
Personality:
Foul mounted for fun, but respectful so long as you do the same to him. Friendly, loyal, with a love for truth and hate for lies. Also dangerously protective of his family and vindictive to unhealthy degrees. Extremely violent if betrayed or hurt, same with his family. He is, like most of his bloodline, mentally unstable.
An extremely loyal and at one time open young man, Carlos is what you'd consider a bit of a pushover back in the day. His most natural state is that of a very candid, open and generally foul mouthed guy that loves to spend time with his family, making sure they are alright and generally pleasing them, even when doing anything for them can lead to his own unhappiness. This, and his upbringing, made him extremely naive and trusting back in the day, but no more of that particular feature can be found.
Now mistrustful to the extreme, he is nonetheless polite most of the time, as well as a nice talker, although this is more forced on his part than natural of him. He prefers little to no contact with people he doesn't know and will offer pleasantries if required, but will otherwise do his best to be at arms' length while remaining guarded. Past history has made him very capable of going from his often seen happy and cheery person to a very cold, detached and suspicious act with those he doesn't trust. Telling him the truth, even if it is horrible, or meant to harm him, is better than lying. He remembers lies and will hold a grudge if manipulated, but will even remain amicable if told the truth no matter how foul it may be so long as harm is only directed at him.
The bad in him comes out to play if he feels truly betrayed or hurt in any way. And if his family is the target? Then the bad turns into the 'worst' and the generally friendly, silly and gentle person he tends to be quickly turns into a sadistic, brutal monster with very little self control. While generally disgusted by this personality change, Carlos more than happily employs this mental instability to ensure no one messes with those he cares about. It is also very clear he is aware that at some point this will cost more than he is willing to pay, but vengeance runs deep within his blood and the desire to get rid of such mentality seems to be far too weak for him to consider it.
What song or music would fit her:
To The Gallows. A slow, angry crescendo of mounting emotions until the last chord snaps, then a slow hum to sadness.
Visual Aid (if any):
None yet!