Capone, Semper Reijnder

[Semper Capone]

SEMPERREIJNDERCAPONE!?

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Hey! I go by Semper. I am one day older than yesterday and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for about four or five years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have no other on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by PMing.

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Name: Semper Reijnder Capone (full name is Semper Reijnder Junaluska Tsali Racoon Capone)
Nickname: Semp
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight secretly bi
Member Group: Demigod [Mother - Demeter]

Appearance:

Height - 7'1
Weight - 237 lbs
Eyeeee :3
Arm tattoo
Back tattoo


If ever you should need Semper, he definately is not that hard to find. His 7'1 frame makes him stand out from the crowd -- literally -- and he doesn't particularly mind it; the height definately has its advantages, but also disadvantages: as mentioned earlier, he is easy to spot. He also cannot hide very well unless the covering object is quite large. And as cliche as it is, he isn't very graceful all the time; he can't make his way through a crowd without running into people, nor can he manage to not hit his head on some doorways, which he has small scars on his forehead to prove it, though his usually unkempt, scruffy blonde hair usually covers them down to just a little above his eyes.

Semper's face, in general, is narrow and long with high cheek bones. The boy's left eye's iris is a soft mixture of both clear sea blue and thin spider web-like streaks of dark ocean blue, surrounded by a dark blackish ring, and the vision in this eye is slowly waning over time; his right eye, though, is completely clouded and a grotesque milky color, edged with thin red veins as though his eye were bloodshot. If looked at closely, one would faintly be able to see the outline of the light blue iris underneath the white film; he is completely blind in his left eye due to the cloudiness. He has been blind in that eye for as long as he could remember and no one has been able to tell him the cause of the milky color -- nor did anyone seem concerned about it -- so he has become accustomed to just not letting the mystery nag at him. His nose is slightly angular at the bridge, leading down to the two wide nostrils. Ears are more towards the large side and high set, and he'll claim that it makes him "hear better". His top lip is thin while the bottom one is more rounded, which offsets both of them due to inequality of size.

His torso and arms show that most of his life has been working outdoors. The indentions and slight bulges are evidence of where the muscles are underneath, though is core is definately not as strong as his arms are. Along his arms are a multitude of white and red scars from accidental gashes, bad knife handling, encounters with mad animals, etc. His hands, hardened by callouses and years of work, are quite large and have long fingers, the fingernails usually having dirt stuck up underneath them. On the upper right side of his chest is a white-pinkish burn mark in the shape of a cross that was made with a branding iron; the burn mark itself is abnormally smooth to the touch, edged with inertwinings of healthy tan skin and white scar tissue.

His legs, much like his arms and torso, are defined in terms of muscle tone. He has gained plenty of strength from dragging, pushing, and lifting animal carcasses, so the limbs are not thin like a lot of others. The hair on them are light in terms of color, nearly matching the same blonde shade as the hair on his head, if not lighter. To go along with his arms, his legs are also littered with scars ranging in all different sizes. His feet are naturally wide because of his sheer size, though it doesn't really help with his balance issues.

And as another result of his massive height, Semper is terrible about slouching since he is usually looking down at people. Even while sitting, his posture is never straight; and if forced to sit straight for an extended amount of time, twinges of pain will spark in his back and force him back into hunching over to relieve the pain. His usual attire, whether it be at work or just roaming about, almost always consists of faded, threadbare, frayed-at-the-ends jeans with a white T-shirt, though most of his are stained with blood, oil, and sweat from helping his father around their stockyard. The old boots he always wears have certainly seen their better days, but they're still holding together.


Personality: The term "gentle giant" would fit Semper quite well. Despite how much strength he may possess, he is not one to start or jump into a fight; usually he will sit on the sidelines and watch, or try to break it up if he deems the cause of the scuffle to be stupid and pointless. But because he has been the victim of fight in the past, he'll try to prevent them for the sake of the one being picked at. If asked by a trusted friend to join a fight, however, he wouldn't hesitate to jump in and help even though his fighting skills certainly aren't up to parr.

To his friends -- or rather, anyone who has shown him kindness -- he is faithfully loyal. This also goes hand-in-hand with his weakest trait: he is too trusting. The boy tends to see the better side of people, thinking that everyone at least has a decent amount of common sense to know right from wrong. As much as he knows that this is wrong, he can't help but remain oblivious to the fact that there are tricky foxes out in the world who are masters of playing with emotions; that there are two-faced people who do exist. When confronted with other people telling him that his current friends are a bad batch, he won't believe them. The fact that a person truly is bad would have to pretty much hit him like a brick or for him to see his bad friend in action for him to believe that a person really does have a rotten core. And even though he has been hurt by this in the past, he still trust easily and return the kindness shown to him, earning him the reoccuring title of "door mat".

There is a darker side to Semper, if one could call it that. He has no problem with murdering or death, seeing as he works most of his time in the slaughter house. He does, however, prefer to use the painless method of slitting the throat instead of of tormenting the poor animals like he had seen so many other workers do just because they had control over the animal. He constantly tells himself that murdering a human being is just like slitting the throat of an animal, though he doesn't know if he would be able to take the life of his own kind. The blood he can deal with; but the fact that someone is dead because of him? He just hopes it never comes down to the live-or-die moment.

At times, Semper can have a great deal of patience. He won't mind waiting for someone unless they're on a major time crunch, and usually has a fairly laid back approach to things. He knows people make mistakes, which is why he doesn't snap on people unless someone or the animals could have gotten seriously hurt. Semper is very soft hearted towards the weak and helpless, on the other hand, willing to give up his own time and possessions to help whoever it is that he feels needs it most.


Likes: Livestock; less populated areas; sundogs and full moons; horseback riding; friends; the occasional Jack Daniels.
Dislikes: Animal abuse; taking advantage of others; occasionally doesn't like being so tall; hurting people physically and/or emotionally; appearing intimidating just because of his height; being helpless; red-hot iron.

Mother: Demeter, goddess of agriculture
Father: Al Capone (I couldn't resist xD ), 46, slaughter house/stockyard manager
Siblings: None
Pets: A young orphan filly named Bell.
History: Mr. Capone, a full-blood Cherokee man, had had a house the day his newborn son, Semper, came to him, but only a few years later they lost the shanty house to foreclosure, and forced them to live in the rural woods of the mountains of Tennessee. He had left the reservation for an unknown reason, and that reason is still unknown. He cared for his son while searching as best he could for any sort of job, but it took a very long time until he was able to start a local slaughterhouse business. Even though he was young, Semper can remember living out in the woods and his dad telling him to hunt for seeds and just put them into the ground, which was when he first discovered his power of growing instant plants. They never went hungry and he didn't mind being homeless since he was so intune with nature (due to his mother, of course), but the kids at the elementary school made fun of him because he didn't have a home. His father soon changed that, having sold crops that Semper grew and saved up enough to rent a shanty modified barn, and even though it was old and nearly falling apart, it was home -- and the beginnings of the local slaughterhouse business.

Semper knew that his mother was a goddess, but whenever he would bring the subject up, his father's mood would sudden turn saddened and he would walk away. The boy knew never to press the subject, but it still bothered him. So instead of wondering where half of his DNA came from other than his Cherokee half, Semper would help his father and the employees around the slaughter house and stockyard, tending to the animals that were soon to be killed for their meat or hooves. It pained him to see such magnificant creatures being put down, but his father upheld strict rules on the way they slaughtered: never let the animal suffer. Whenever the boss was around, the employees took the lives of the livestock in the most humane way by slitting their throats, but once he left, a few of them would tease and torment some of the younger animals, poking and proding them with burning branding irons. Once, when Semper had intervened, the employees took advantage of outnumbering him and pinned him down, tearing his shirt and shoving a hot cross-shaped iron onto his skin. His father heard his young son's cries and came running, fixing up the situation by guilting the attackers into confessing, therefore firing them. Semper still has a fear of red-hot iron, though it isn't as bad as it used to be.

Semper tried blending into the crowd in high school, but that was nearly impossible because of his height, sticking out like a sore thumb. He tried being friendly to the majority of the students, but it took him a while to get over the awkwardness of always coming to school smelling like a farm and looking like country-comes-to-town. He's managed to fly under the radar, preferring to stay with his small group of friends rather than try to befriend someone of "higher social status" in the school system.


Home town - Del Rio, Tennessee
1/2 Cherokee, 1/2 Greek god


Code Word: -removed by admin-

Roleplay Post

Of all the people I had thought would be in the woods, not one of them did I imagine to be a little kid. I had expected to see maybe at least a big burly guy that was ready to pound my face in with a sledgehammer, but no, there's a little girl in a bush, shaking the branches and talking to me as if I was stupid enough to believe that the twigs were actually speaking to me.

"Not me, I'm just a little 'ol bush. Nothing to worry about me."

I quirked one eyebrow as she came out from the bush, standing there for me to see. Well, I had to admit, she was pretty good looking: dark wavy hair, somewhat tall and lean-- what the hell am I talking about? I am not a pedophile much. Besides, I needed to set things straight in my mind about Lane... and Ethan.... and Shiep. Well, damn. Maybe I'm more of a pedophile than I had originally thought.....

But anyways. What was this girl doing out here all by herself? Maybe she could help me, you know, since she'd be unbiased about all my relationships. Maybe she'd be able to give me some witty advice that could, well, help.

On a side note, why should I even tell her all these things? I didn't need to give her the whole background to my life, nor what was going on within it. Maybe this was just karma's way of biting me in the ass for eating people. Pft, screw karma.

"Well, what're you doing out here?" I asked her, trying to not sound harsh -- she still was pretty, mind you. No need to be mean to a pretty face. I patted the ground beside me, hoping that maybe the girl would come over. "I've got some extra jerky if you want some." If she did take some jerky, hopefully she wouldn't get suspicious that it tasted funky. I mean, if she did figure out that it was human flesh, I'd have to silence her. Then maybe eat her. Or, you know, maybe I could have a little fun with her before I ate her, if she did find out. She may have a family, though, since she appeared so young... thirteen, maybe? Things may get a little suspicious if I kidnapped her. But in all reality, who cares? I pick off people from the street on occasion and I never hear any screeches or fit-pitching or squawling because said person has gone missing. Hopefully this kid wouldn't have anyone to miss her if she needed to be silenced.

"What's your name, kid?" I asked, reaching into my drawstring bag and pulling out a strip of dark jerky to give to her if she came over.

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