ZISSIS, Dillon Rafe

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] DILLON RAFE ZISSIS ------------------------------------------------- FULL NAME Dillon Rafe Zissis NICKNAMES Doc AGE 31 GENDER Male BIRTHDAY October 21 SPECIES Merman ALLIANCE Neutral – because he doesn’t believe he can be ‘good’ but he knows he doesn’t want to be ‘evil’... SEXUALITY Homosexual ------------------------------------------------- PLAY-BY Matt Dallas EYES Green HAIR Black, short BODY TYPE Toned HEIGHT Six foot WEIGHT 154 pounds DISTINGUISHING FEATURES He has a tattoo on his left arm: On ne voit bien qu’avec le coeur. L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux. The line is a quote taken from Le Petit Prince (The Little Prince) by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry and means “It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eyes.” If you asked him what it meant to him, he would simply say, it means that you are blind if you have no empathy. STYLE He tends to dress semi formal because he looks good in a suit and it gives him a little more protection from accidental contact with water. He’d dress in scuba gear if it became fashionable enough… He wears a trident pendant that was the first thing he bought for himself when he got his first allowance. It represents the ocean in his blood, the freedom of his life and the power of finding his voice. ------------------------------------------------- LIKES At least 10. Psychiatry – his adoptive parents started him out right away with his own shrink and he’s never missed an appointment since. The Ocean – though in childhood he had an almost pretend phobia about water since well just one drop and he’d go fish on everyone, still in his heart he always loved the ocean. The sound of the waves as they crash to shore, the salt and moisture in the air and the glimmer of the water as it calls to his very soul… Love it, fear it, dream about it, nightmare about it… It’s complicated alright? Privacy – after being born in a fishbowl (figuratively speaking), living in a display case (more figurative) and then in a very crowded communal bedroom (quite literal) for the first several years of his life, getting his own room in the Zissis palatial home was like the discovery of space; personal and private. He’s clung fiercely to that ever since. Fast cars – his adoptive parents had quite the collection and the exhilaration of speeding away from anything that might be out there waiting to catch up is an idea that sticks in his mind; gently drifting through his subconscious like a promise that freedom from his troubles is just one fast and furious ride away. Seafood – the ocean’s delicacies are by far the tastiest to his palate. He has no time for steak or lamb or pork… Don’t tease him about there being sushi...and then feed him steak tartar. Firecrackers – the personality type not the big bang type; the strong, independent and willful people of the world are to him like bright shiny things are to a magpie. Movies – it’s like a magic world where if something terrible happens, it can be fixed somehow and of course it goes without saying that his favorite movies are ones with the happy endings. The further away from reality they are, the better… Empathy – there’s a certain allure about people who can empathize with another who may have absolutely nothing in common with them. Putting your feet in someone else’s shoes is the highest skill in his book. It beats out intelligence hands down, which is rather cool and clinical and reminds him of a time he’d rather forget. Quartz Tibetan singing bowls – there’s something about the resonating notes that can be drawn out of the bowls that sooth his moods and clear his head. Sex – it’s another complicated thing for him and since relationships have seemed an awful lot like being put in a pretty room dressed up nothing like a prison even though it is, he’s focused on the sex and avoided the entanglements. DISLIKES At least 10. Zoos or any animals in cages, tanks and confined spaces – it reminds him of his past, of being raised in captivity knowing only the limited space of his small world. Strong scents – smoky rooms, heavy perfume, incense, abattoirs and any strong smell whether pleasant or not he finds overwhelming and difficult to deal with. Funeral parlors – they represent the ultimate cage from which no man can escape. Small spaces – he has developed claustrophobia since finding the wide blue world outside the micro world into which he was born. Pollution – his dreams are haunted by the images of oil slicks on the ocean, animals almost unrecognizable covered in a thick layer of slimy goo. It terrifies him and often in his nightmares he is in the ocean, wrapped in oil and sinking into the inky dark deeps. Rainy days – he feels trapped, caged and it riles him up and drives his moods deep and dark. Hands touching his face – they conjure dark memories and feel like a claiming, like a mark of ownership, like the petting of a prize possession. Intimate Relationships – it’s another complicated thing for him; something that strongly repulses him but in his heart of hearts he strongly desires. When he allows himself to think about it, he thinks that someone will come magically into his life and all these barricades he has that fend off the advances of a would be lover and soul mate will crumble…it’s a fairytale dream and he knows it and his shrink knows it but still he holds onto it because otherwise he might always be alone. Death – death haunts him and although he can’t remember ever having a closer brush with it than when his adoptive father died from a heart attack, he is half certain that he’s buried the history of death that hovers always in his shadow, reaching for him. Public swimming pools – duh! STRENGTHS At least 4. Swimming – though he’d never compete because people tend to disqualify fish from the Olympics. His adoptive mother remains convinced that he can’t swim because of his aquaphobia. Singing – he’s mastered his ability to manipulate through his voice. It is the only thing he believes he is good at and he prizes it highly as it changed his fate and gave him everything a person should want. Adapting – he’s quick to accept new conditions or situations and to adapt to not only survive but to excel. Street smarts – he’s quick to find his advantage and to use whatever he has to get him out the other side and on top of whatever incident he gets involved in. Driving – he’d make a great getaway driver. Charm – when he wants to he can charm the pants off an ice princess. WEAKNESSES At least 4. Guilt – survivor’s guilt, guilty feelings about saying something he shouldn’t have, about giving the finger to the woman who cut him off at the traffic lights, about not visiting his father in the hospital before he died, about getting the moody sales person at the mall fired…he often feels guilt for things he does, things he gets involved with, even things which were outside of his control. He doesn’t advertise the guilt he feels, but every day he walks about with layers of it smothering his soul. Isolation – maintaining a personal distance from everyone and everything in his life has kept him from making true connections with people. Everyone in his life apart from his adoptive parents have fleeting contact with him. He hasn’t kept a friendship or relationship going for more than a couple of months at a time, although he’s kept the same shrink all his life. Sappy – he’s a sucker for love songs and romantic comedies. Water – being near any kind of water; an ice sculpture, a fish bowl, a glass of water, pools, ponds and fountains turns him into a nervous wreck. He watches movies where lovers shower together and gets both aroused and has a panic attack at the same time. HABITS At least 3. Keeps an eye on the weather – whether through visual examination of the sky, checking his smartphone weather app or stopping everything to see or hear the weather forecast if it’s on the TV or the radio. Can’t keep still – even if he is sitting down, a foot will be tapping, rocking or fingers wriggling… Counts the exits in a room. Checks and double checks that the bathroom door is locked when he takes a bath. Always has hand sanitizer with him because hey he can’t wash his hands but that’s no reason to leave the bathroom with unwashed hands. FEARS At least 3. Being trapped – buried alive, put in a cage, locked in a room. Death – it’s a constant shadow that he just can’t shake. Losing his voice – if you have a mild cough he’d prefer you keep a gasmask on at all time and if you have anything approaching laryngitis stay far, far away… Water – the proximity of water both repels and attracts him. DESIRES At least 1. To find a love so strong that it will crash through everything that he’s built up against it and leave in its place a fairytale ending. To feel comfortable enough to take a shower with someone or even not to feel the need to lock the bathroom door… SECRETS At least 1. He feels that he has never truly been loved. His adoptive parents were bought for a song. He’s never really let anyone get close enough to him to feel that what they have had has been anything more than lust and desire for his superficial aspects. He’s afraid that he’s as ugly inside as he is attractive outside. His mer side and his dark origin story are his most closely guarded secrets. OVERALL You look at the fast cars and the Rolex watch, the luxury apartments and the playboy persona at all those social events and you think spoilt brat growing up with everything handed to him on a silver platter. But you couldn’t be more right and more wrong, but I’m not going to tell you differently. It’s alright with me if you think that. In fact it’s better than alright because if you suspected for one minute that I wasn’t a shiny, happy, rich as Midas bastard then you might start thinking about where I started and there’s nothing worse than having your past come back to haunt you. I look like I’m all that out there because I know how to carry a tune and emote the lyrics. I know my Razzle Dazzle and there’s no beating me at my song and dance but if it’s all a song and a dance, then it’s all make believe. Maybe one day you’ll all wake up and then will there be anyone who can say they really knew Dillon Zissis or really cared about him? So I’ll flash my smiles for you and I’ll wear my thousand dollar suits and get caught kissing the sexy waiter between dinner and dessert, because it’s far better than the alternative. Wouldn’t you wonder at what your real value was if you could fake it for the world and make them believe you were pure gold? I was born dirty. I don’t know if that kind of dirt ever washes off. So I’m vulnerable…but you’ll never know. ------------------------------------------------- [style=font-family:tahoma; font-size:10; color:fff; width:350px; text-align:justify;] MOTHER (Biological) Unknown (Adoptive) Sofia Violet Zissis nee Bonnaire. FATHER (Biological) Unknown (Adoptive) Demetri Rhodes Zissis (deceased) SIBLINGS Unknown OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE Friends, Significant other, Who you live with. ETHNICITY Mer WEALTH STATUS Wealthy OVERALL Have you ever been to the aquarium? If you have then you’ve watched the dolphins and perhaps you’ve even spoken to them. Do you know that they hear you? I know because I heard. I heard them calling me a fish. Water conducts sound so much better than air. It’s true of many substances you know. I was young then, but I still remember the voices. They took me out of the water when I was old enough to know that look in the eye that says sex. People didn’t call me fish anymore but I never forgot. They called me beautiful, they called me adorable and they lavished affection on me for the couple of hours they were with me. I realized quickly that they still treated me like they would a fish. Like a pet, like a plaything, like a toy. I was still a fish out of the water and it didn’t take me long to realize it. It was like that for a while after the tank. I learned different things out of the tank. Then something changed again. Sometimes you know things in your bones before you know them in your head. They’re like a moment when everything comes perfectly together and rather than deciding to do something, something just happens like it always was supposed to happen. I wanted to leave it all behind. I didn’t want to go back into the tank where things were easy, but I didn’t want to stay in the room that was a pretty prison and I a pretty plaything. It was so easy singing my way out of that dark den of slavery and into the light. I didn’t have to plan a single thing; everything just fell naturally into place. It was like god came down and kissed my brow and took my hand and led me through the dark halls and told everyone we met, this is not the mer boy you’re looking for. I saw Star Wars once and god looks like Obi-Wan Kenobi in my memories. It could have been worse. I didn’t know a thing about the world outside the Undersea Palace, the seedy little den where they sell pleasure and kink, but I could play along humming the tune even if I didn’t catch all the words. I ended up in an orphanage and I learned the ropes and I surprised everyone when I got the golden adoption package that every orphan dreams of. Rich, wonderful parents to give you everything you ever wanted. Of course, I had to sing for that, but I’d already done worse for my supper. I changed my fate. I suppressed my past. But I still ended up a fish in another big tank waiting for god to come back and kiss my brow and take my hand and lead me out into the light.

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NAME/ALIAS Jaime
AGE old enough
TIME ZONE SAST (South African Standard Time)
HOW YOU FOUND US A Thousand Fireflies
OTHER CHARACTERS N/A
RP SAMPLE

The night wasn’t young as of an hour ago. She was turning in quite the hag, but he wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. He was going to hang on because tomorrow the song and dance would just start all over again and sometimes that was just exhausting. He was tired of the razzmatazz. He was tired of the morning after. Sometimes he wished he could just hold the night back, keep her from dropping into her grave and turning the magic into faded memories. He didn’t want to close his eyes and get all Shakespeare with the perchance dreaming or worse. He wasn’t noble enough to stick around for the morning after and he knew it. The warm body laying next to him wasn’t strong enough to make any such kind of demand of him either. They were little more than a gentle breathing now, no voice to even attempt to restrain him. It was funny how he could both wish for that and fear it; someone strong enough to keep him from leaving. Someone who’d expose him, leave him vulnerable and somehow find a reason not to turn away in horror.

He sighed and then held his breath as the body next to him shifted, mumbled something that wasn’t formed enough to shape words. That’s not enough to bind me here, he told himself and slipped out of bed. There was only moonlight in the room, but it was enough to find his clothes by. He dressed, watching the moonlight play over the rise and fall of a naked chest. Muscles didn’t tell you anything about strength really, he mused. Sometimes the weakest in form are the strongest in will. Had he ever been stronger than when he’d escaped his past? Had he ever been physically weaker? He gave a final glance at his companion for the night and there was a look of longing in his eyes that was there but a moment before he covered it up and turned away. He walked from the room and from the house like he knew what he was doing.

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