RUGGERIO, raphael thomas

[raphael]

RAPHAEL THOMAS RUGGERIO !?

'give me a break; let me make my own pattern.'

hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?

"My name is quite the mouthful. Raphael Thomas Ruggerio. Yeah, see? I prefer Raph. Or Raphy. RT. Practically anything else other than Raphael. And why was I given such an awful name? Well, I prefer to tell people I was named after the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle of the same moniker, but my parents weren’t that cool. I mean, who doesn’t wish their parents were? No. I was named after Raffaello Sanzio da Urbino (also a mouthful, see a trend?), the Renaissance artist. But enough about that. I’m nineteen going on twenty, completely male and straight for the most part. I guess you could say I’m on the light side. I mean, some of the best people I know are human. Human, as opposed to what, right? There’s all sorts of crazy shit out there. But me? I’m half wolf, half human. Maybe one of the crazier things out there."

so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.

"I mean, not to sound arrogant or anything, I’ve been told I’m pretty adorable. Though I don’t really take that as much of a compliment. What kind of guy wants to be “adorable”? Girls like the hot, sexy guys, right? Adorable means they just want to cuddle. Which is okay, but still not the best thing to tell to a guy. Blow to an ego and all that. Doesn’t matter, whatever. You want a more physical description? Brown eyes. Boring, boring brown eyes. If you really want more of a description, they’ve been called “chocolate brown”, but brown is brown and I’m fine with just saying that. My hair is dark. Again, I don’t feel much like going into detail about it. In some lighting, it’s brown and others, black. I’m an average height of 5’ 8.5” (yes, that half an inch is important) and I’m told I need to eat more since I only way around 145 lbs. I eat a ton though; I just burn it off quickly. As far as distinguishing features? Well I have a tattoo of piano keys on my arm that looks like this and that’s kind of the only thing. Oh, and I guess my lips have been described as “large and luscious.” Like Brendon Urie’s (who I’ve never heard of), What the hell, right? As far as personal style goes I tend to lean towards whatever is comfy. Who doesn’t? But I guess if you need more specifics, my clothes tend to have a rock/punk vibe. So I’ve been told, anyways.

i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!

"Well, I've been told that I am my own person and that I don't conform. When people say it that way, it sounds like I'm a rebel or something. But I'm not. What's the point of trying to be like someone else? Because I surely wouldn't be happy.

Anyways, likes and dislikes? Well, first off, I absolutely love coffee mugs. What the hell? Yeah. It's just how I am. The apartment is filled with them and there really should be a cabinet that's completely dedicated to them. Ah well. Another love of mine? Video games. I could sit for hours and play them, getting so into them that I forget to stop for the essentials - eating, sleeping, and potty breaks. Good thing people usually remind me. I might be a little young for it still, but I like alcohol, the effect it has, everything. It's not like I'm a drunk or anything, but it is nice to have a drink every once in awhile. Reckless stunts have always been a favorite. Stupid activities. Yeah. Stuff that gives you an adrenaline high. And okay, don't make fun of me for this. But I love to cuddle. I know, I know. But you know what? Too bad. One more like. Making up words. Yeah, a lot of people can't understand me, but whatever. If I really wanted them to, they would. It's just a ton of fun.

Dislikes. Okay. Number one is bananas. I hate the things. They're slimy and gross and smell weird. I can't even be in the same room as someone eating one. If it were up to me, there'd be none in the apartment, but it would seem as if I don't have too much control over that. I absolutely hate being alone. Some people get annoyed by it, but I can't help that I like to be around people. Honestly. I get slightly destructive when I'm alone. Kind of like a dog with separation anxiety. I hate regrets and worries too because they tend to drag people down. Strong smelling flowers and perfume make my nose burn and cause me to sneeze a ton, so I try to avoid the things at all costs. And the last thing I hate is responsibility. Why should people rely on me for anything? They shouldn't. If they do, then they're stupid.

Strengths and weakness? What do you guys think I am? A super hero? I'm super strong, super fast, and can fly. My weakness is kryptonite. Oh wait. That's Superman. Um, strengths. I'm a kick ass guitar player. Maybe a little conceited, but eh. I forgive really quickly also. AKA - no grudges for me. Forgive and forget. Life is too short to stay angry. One more strength. Well, I'm stupid. No, it's totally a strength. It doesn't seem like it, but it's true. Maybe reckless is a better word, but that still doesn't seem like a strength. Anyways, it means that I'm not a wimp. I don't hesitate, don't hold back. You can count on me to take action. I think that's why it's so hard for me to keep my shifting under control. I don't like to think things through or to be cautious, both of which are needed for control. Weaknesses? Well, I've been told that I have a temper. I guess I do. I tend to blow up over the stupidest things, but I rarely stay angry. I'm practically a big kid. Horribly immature. Ornery. I'm hard to stress out because if it, but I guess I don't know how to draw the line. Which bothers and horribly offends people. And last weakness. Apparently, I have obsessive habits. Unhealthy obsessive. Which I guess is true. If I get really into a movie, it's all I'll watch for weeks straight. Or a video game. I'll play without pause. Etc, etc. Sometimes I worry about what will happen when it's obsessing over something dangerous, but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

Okay, completely random fear. I have this intense fear of going to bed. It's actually a real phobia. Called clinophobia. I don't even know what it is but I hate to go to bed. I have the racing heart, shaking limbs, clammy skin, sweaty palms. The whole nine yards. Which has led to some intense insomnia. I'll finally pass out when I get exhausted. And I also have the deep fear of spending my entire life alone. I know I have my band mates with me, but I can't see the band sticking together forever. And I don't really make and keep relations with people. So someday I'll be alone and I can't stand that thought. So my deepest and darkest secret. Something you better not repeat to anyone. Sometimes I wish I was more like my siblings so my parents would be proud of me. Don't get me wrong - I like who I am. But sometimes I wish it wasn't disappointing to my parents. My one desire. I'm gong to go the way of a hopeless romantic and say someone to spend my life with. Someone who doesn't think I'm just some weird genetic mutant and will just accept me as I am. And I'm done with this sappy bit.

So over all personality? I feel like you got a pretty good glance. From the rest of this, but fine. I'll give a bit of a summary here. I crave attention like a drug. Honestly, give me attention and I'll be your best friend. I'll do just about anything for said attention. I've found that I am a trouble magnet. I guess I attract negative attention as well. But hey, that's how things go.

Attention span is almost nonexistent. I'm easily distracted and rarely have the focus to stick on one task. Which is kind of funny, considering the obsessive personality trait. But I've got a bit of a theory on that. When something actually holds my attention, then it must be pretty damn special. Hence the weeks of watching the same movie over and over. But the second it starts to get old, it's dropped. If that makes any sense. Guitar and coffee mugs are the only things that have stayed obsessions.

And now, well, I'm tired of talking about myself. If this hasn't helped you figure me out, then nothing will."

i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...

"MOMMA Tessa Claire Ruggerio, 57, Wolf, Mathematician - University Professor
PAPA Thomas James Ruggerio, 63, Human, Neurophysicist
SIBS
Florence Elena Ruggerio (after Florence Nightingale), 29, Hybrid, Medical Researcher
Rosalind Lily Ruggerio (after Rosalind Franklin), 27, Human (somehow the wolf gene skipped her), Lawyer
Kaspar Nolan Ruggerio (after Gaspard Monge), 23, Hybrid, Chemical Engineer
OTHER
Robbie Wallace - Best friend, band mate
Becca Carpenter - Band mate
Fletcher O'Riley - Band mate
Faylinn Evardsen - Band mate

If there's one thing you need to know now, it's that my parents are brainiac overachievers. I guess that personality attracted them to each other, because there really isn't much else they have in common. Personally, I believe that they got together simply because that was expected and not because they were crazy in love with each other. They don't really talk much about their relationship. I have no idea how they met, where, all that fun stuff. I have to assume that my father told my mom at some point before they were married that he was a wolf, though I have no clue how she reacted.

And they had kids for the same reason. Because it was expected, not because they wanted to be the best parents they could be. Though they did have more than the highly wanted 2.5 kids, so maybe there's a little something between them. But I think they just wanted to groom little brainiacs. Which is exactly what happened with my three siblings, in case you couldn't by their professions and the fact that they're named after historically smart people. All three have super high IQs, had the honor of being highest in their class, were pushed to do any after school activities for the smartypants, yadda yadda yadda. Not to mention they were perfect little angels with a hidden ambition. Polite, kind, and helpful when it suited them, but always covering a drive. Exactly what my parents wanted.

Enter me, Raph. I can say with almost total certainty that I was an oops. My parents already had the three best kids they could ask for, so why add more? Maybe you're saying that's not a good reason for me to think of myself as an accident, but that's not the only reason. See, my mom was 38 when she had me. Sure, doesn't seem like much, but the older a woman is, the more likely the baby is going to have some sort of a mental or developmental issue. Not to say that they wouldn't have loved a child like that, but it'd sort of be a black mark and their so far perfect record.

They completely thought that I had autism when I was younger. My speech was horribly delayed (especially compared to my siblings, who had started using 'mama, dada' by 4 months) and I refused to make eye contact. Though it turned out I was just stupid and easily distracted. Which in my parent's eyes, is worse than if I had turned out to actually have some mental illness. Sounds harsh, but if it had been that way, than at least they'd have something to blame. Without that, it just meant I was quite of the same mold my siblings were from.

I was constantly disruptive throughout school, preferring to be annoying than actually sit down and learn. Not to mention that I physically couldn't sit still - quite a high energy kid with very little outlet. Grades were never that great, with me being lucky to pass my classes. I was even held back between fifth and sixth grade - gasp! A huge no no for my parents. I almost failed sixth grade as well but managed to squeak by.

It was when I was about to enter seventh grade that my parents decided to move to Manuka. Multiple things played into that decision. First, my mom was offered a job at the university because she was the "best." My parents are smart, yes, but also have egos to match. They wanted to show off their brains to a new set of people. But they also wanted to get me out of the small town we were living in. See, word had traveled that I was a huge disappointment and my parents were kind of embarrassed that they had a failing, misbehaved kid. They were hoping that I'd be better in a new town.

Of course that had been a far fetched hope. If anything, I was worse. Showing up to school only when it benefited me, constantly stirring up some sort of trouble or another. Though, I did find a bit of an outlet for some creative energy. I picked up a guitar and never put it down. It didn't take me long to get the basics and only a little more time to actually start playing songs. It appeared that I did have some sort of genius, but it was in the musical department and not a "true genius" to my parents, who didn't quite - and still don't - appreciate art.

We've always had disagreements though, and still do. Like the fact that I'm in a band with my best friend and some others instead of attending college. And knowing that if I did go to school, it'd be a music major. Like how I refuse to control my shifting when my parents have always been very strict about the whole thing. They still love me, I know, and sometimes I wish I wasn't quite such a disappointment to them. But I'm going to do what makes me happy and if that means being the black sheep of my family, then that's what I'm going to be."

who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?

"Well it's Kel again and kind of live here. Eastern time zone, as most of you have probably learned by now. I'm totally no good at keeping promises, which is why I am adding Raph to my hoard (which consists of Asher and Darby Ellis, Ellie Alston, Cade Salvatore, Sam Holbrook, Jude McElhaney, and Noah Lockhart). I'd totally promise that he was the absolute last one but uh, doesn't seem I have a very good track record for keeping that promise. But I feel like he will be unless I delete someone. As for an rp sample, you're invited to play hide and seek. They're all over the site."

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