tell me reality is better than a dream.
Possessing a shorter height, Angelo reaches a meagre height of 5’5”, making him below the male height average. Despite his short height, Angelo is considered a frightful force because of his body’s build. Regular exercise has provided the young bakeneko plenty of muscle, and well it is fairly lean and difficult to notice, it still allows him to pack a punch. His stomach is flat and slender, with his arms and legs baring a majority of his muscle composure. A complexion of fair skin covers him, mostly unscarred and left pristine, his skin is soft to the touch. He is cleared of any blemishes with the only occasional injury breaking it. Furthermore, he can shift into a small ocelot cat, his flesh changing into a tan-coloured, dappled coat with his eyes remaining the same colour.
Most noticeable are the locks of light brown hair with blond tinges framing young Angelo’s face. They are semi-long in length, reaching just below his shoulder in thick, wavy locks. Pieces of hair poke out from the thick mess, the texture being soft, almost plush to the touch. Regularly, Angelo will braid two pieces from the front and bind the ends into a short ponytail. His hair is long enough to occasionally drift into his eyes. These locks frame a face composed of softer angles with high cheekbones being faded out into filled cheeks. A slender jaw line leading into a softly curved chin. A soft pointed nose with an upturned shape to it. Though glistening out from his fair skin complexion are a pair of striking aqua eyes. Brilliant in colour and capable of captivating many, people notice Angelo’s eyes. There are times where his eyes will look more blue or more green depending on lighting.
There have been instances of Angelo exhibiting pickiness with clothing. Due to his environment over the years, Angelo often wears semi-formal clothing. This includes loose fitting dress shirts and dress pants. When he is at home, he will indulge himself in the wonders of casual clothing which he finds more comfortable and at times oversized shirts. During working hours, he wears an unaltered TRS uniform.
Ocelot Shift -- Advanced
The ability to shift into an ocelot. As a bakeneko, Angelo is capable of shifting into a small, lithe cat with dapples across his tan pelt. Smoothly, Angelo can shift, his body transforming into that of a small ocelot. When shifted, Angelo becomes notably faster than usual due to his body being best built for speed. Similarly, his senses become heightened, though, this does lead to the potential of being temporarily crippled from intense noises or scents. At times, the shift is used for reconnaissance or fleeing rather than full-blown fighting. On a more passive note, Angelo enjoys shifting to sunbathe at times. Shifting takes Angelo approximately 20 seconds, this includes becoming an ocelot and turning back. During this time, Angelo is completely vulnerable to attack.
Fire Manipulation -- Advanced
The ability to control and manipulate flames, allowing the user to use fire to their advantage. Easily, Angelo can manipulate flames without hesitation, the ability even allowing him to create fire. Fire manipulation is Angelo’s primary offense and defense, the man being capable of using it in both forms. Offensively, Angelo is talented in making large fiery drills or long sweeping lines to attempt to hit his opponents. On the defensive angle, this regularly consists of massive fire walls to keep people away. Both for defense and offense, Angelo is capable of covering himself in flames, the fire flickering around him and allowing him to bash others. Due to the nature of fire and his species, Angelo’s flames can be easily weakened by water. The liquid can furthermore cause Angelo to feel sick. Over time, Angelo’s fire manipulation will tire him out, thus he cannot use it perpetually else he risks his capabilities becoming more limited with extensive usage.
Enhanced Speed -- Advanced
The ability to enhance one’s speed, allowing the user to move at intense speeds. Operating off of quick-thinking and instincts, Angelo is well-suited for speed. He has quick reaction times, allowing him to both protect himself and harm others with ease. Regularly, Angelo uses this to dodge and weave around opponents before hitting them with sharp, quick strikes. Alternatively, Angelo has used this ability as a method to flee. In sketchy situations, he can easily retreat, allowing himself to avoid death or capture. Overuse of his speed ability does lead to tension on his muscle. This can cause stiffness and soreness, making him exhausted and require rest for his body to recover.
Naturals: Death Sensory, Enhanced Dexterity, Enhanced Senses, Fire Immunity, Immortal
You’re failure is the greatest sin in their eyes.
Blood related to a family filled with long-standing expectations and cruelty towards those who failed, Angelo’s life was destined for suffocation under his family’s beliefs. His parents were high-standing business workers, their minds planning heavily for the perfect future for their singular child. A future devised in their minds and fortified in their beliefs. In the suffocating ocean of expectations, Angelo was inevitable to become the sole survivor treading water while hoping for driftwood. Everything in Angelo’s life was pre-planned and controlled by his parents, the strings tightly squeezing around his limbs. As a baby, his parents maintained a timeline of development to their wishes and pushed their child to develop faster. Days were spent with his parents lifting him suitably for the purposes of walking. There was endless pushing as his parents expected a son quick to refining. Throughout his childhood, his parents bragged and discussed how incredible their son was with endless amounts of arrogance. Their son was supposed to be the greatest, and that was all.
Once old enough to walk and play, Angelo learned further about the emotional hellhole he would enter. There were guidelines for the simple act of playing, a right and a wrong. Days spent doodling became endless reprimanding for his lack of artistic skillfulness, with puzzle games, wrong answers became a travesty of ultimate proportions and failures in sillier games designed for child laughter were existent. “Don’t be stupid, this is the right way!” His parents would hiss at him, a hand reaching to slap the top of his. At the end of everything, Angelo was perpetually left disheartened and upset about the circumstance. The manner the child wished to accomplish various activities was always the incorrect method and his parents always chastised him for it. Expectations and milestones, those were the concepts hanging in the minds of his parents. A child’s happiness mattered naught, however, meeting the expectations set by his parents was more precious than gold.
School became a notion of contention in the Hansen household as Angelo’s parents berated him for grades. There was never a break from the heat of his parents’ wishes and decisions. He never stopped hearing constantly about how he should be doing better and becoming more capable. From the beginning, Angelo was a child under pressure, unable to breath as they held him under the boiling waters. In his childhood, he kept to himself, transfixed by the requirement to receive marvellous grades. He tried persevering, he attempted promises, but even upon receiving full marks had his parents discovered something to nitpick. Previous marks would be brought up, mentioning of average grades in other classes would summon their disappointment. Never was Angelo praised for his achievements and rather was brought down by his lack of excellence in all classes. Through it all, they displayed their intense disappointment in varying ways.
Sarcasm became their favourite way as Angelo entered his adolescents. Snide and sarcastic remarks as his parents told him in condescending voices “how fantastic” he was doing. Everything hung over him, he had nowhere to buckle down and escape his parents’ cruel tyranny. ”Awwww, you’re doing so well sweetheart.” “Look at our smart child.” “Oh my, he must know this is the answer, I got it 10 minutes ago.” Every single vile word frustrated the young child, pushing him closer and closer to his edge point. He wanted to be left alone, allowed to flourish rather than perpetually told about how incredibly average he was in school. Their comments destroyed him, yet, he never exhibited it. Each provocative comment lowered Angelo’s tolerance endlessly, his desires to lash out at his parents only increasing. Though, everything came to the boiling point when Angelo reached his final years of high school. The additional stress of harder assignments and coming exams coupled with his parents’ snide nature, he was bound to lash out.
Another day of sarcastic comments summoned the boiling point as his parents harassed him over his struggles in pre-calculus math. He mumbled pleas for them to stop, however, it only motivated them further to bother him. Their comments summoned a stir of anger within Angelo as he glared at the paper on his desk. Every word dug into him the longer they harassed him, until Angelo snapped. His elbows slammed back into them as he shouted at them, his anger leading into a boil as profanity escaped his mouth. He pushed them back, forcing them out of his room before slamming the door in their faces. He locked himself in, finished with their attitudes and anger reaching its highest it had ever been. There was a single way to rescue himself from the nonstop comments and unfortunately, it became lashing out at those who gave them. He taught himself that anger equated to momentary freedom, even when his parents shouted and screamed back.
His reactions exhibited his lack of conforming, thus the attention came and went. The circumstance altered as his parents went about different plans. After an exhausting school day, Angelo arrived home to discover the changes. A new, youthful face in the household that his parents surrounded and showered in love as they spoke at the kitchen table. The confused blond inquired about the circumstance and received the grim response of ”This is our new son.” The words left Angelo dejected as he nodded and retreated, his uncertainty about the situation skyrocketing. His parents wanted a child of excellence, somebody who could provide their wishes of amassing admiration and their positive future. The changes in the household featured Angelo suffering as they gained a new addition. Everything shifted as Angelo was treated like second best and furthermore, observed his parents treat the second child better. The young man began harbouring resentment towards his parents as he watched with jealous eyes as they showered and gave his smarter, younger brother with praise. The anger inside Angelo boiled higher as he reached the end of the school year, though his parents' care was nonexistent.
Graduation arrived as everybody watched their parents, proud-faced and observing gleefully. Each cheered as their child walked across the stage, taking their diploma and proceeding forward with a sense of glee. Graduation was a massive event, and anybody could notice by the amount of happy family members. Though for Angelo, there was nobody there to observe him cross the podium and receive his diploma. The young blond cared naught, but it confirmed in Angelo’s eyes that his parents did not care about him. Thus, in a moment of requiring escape for his mental health, Angelo abruptly signed up for the TRS. Every paper signed and his life given to those who protected others, Angelo was capable of sliding into dorms before his parents could inform him of their disappointment. He was tired of being treated as subpar or blatantly average. Everything about it suffocated the long-haired man, frustrating him and worsening his mood exponentially. Thus he considered his only choice as packing his things and leaving the place he never considered a home.
For years, Angelo worked for the TRS, training beneath them and working hard inside the organization. Never prized, but never hated, Angelo discovered a slight sense of comfort in the TRS. Though, Angelo became known for taking his job seriously to avoid slipping into the void of being second best. Relaxation never was a lesson of his parents, and with every action in the TRS, it exhibited itself in the form of an over-serious and snappy nature. Though nothing else mattered in Angelo’s eyes so long as he became free from his parents’ tyranny.
Likes: Fish, catnip, birds, warm days, sunbathing, laying by fireplaces, spicy candy, peppermint gum, working, head pats/scratches, cats, summer, TRS, comics, oversized clothing, hunting
Dislikes: Iced tea, snow, winter, swimming, terrors, AP members, his family, losing, extremely sweet food, milkshakes, cold foods, intense scents, vinegar, cucumber, beer, rain, being judged
Fears: Being considered second best, being useless, failing expectations
- Due to repeatedly being treated as subpar and never good enough, Angelo struggles to be anything, but serious.
- He considers failure in expectations to be a travesty. It is noticed that during moments of failure, his hands have a subtle shake and twitch to them.
- He tends to lash out at others because of his upbringing. He can be especially angered by sarcasm and have cynical responses to receiving affection.
- He is adamantly against being in contact with his family. He feels he cannot trust them and that his mental health suffers around them.
- Despite his love of oversized clothing and enjoyment of casual wear, Angelo vehemently refuses to wear it in public because of the expectations of his family leaving pressure on him.
☆ RP EXPERIENCE
about 9 years
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