ROSARIO, SCOVTH WOLFE

[scov]

* scovth w. rosario ,

* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]

FULL NAME Scovth Wolfe Rosario

NICKNAMES Scov, Wolfe

DATE OF BIRTH October 13th

AGE Seventeen

GRADE/YEAR Twelfth

ELEMENT Fire

SEXUALITY Gay

MARITAL STATUS Single

* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]

CELEBRITY CLAIM Grant Gustin

EYE COLOUR Blue-Grey

HAIR COLOUR Chocolate Brown

HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5 ft 11 in & 183 lbs

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES
Has a few scars on his back that look to be claw marks that travel from his upper back just below the shoulder blades to the top of his shoulders and also on his mid back coming around to his sides. Scars were inflicted by him

CLOTHING STYLE
Blacks, greys and shaded jeans. Scov isn't at all very picky on what he wears but regardless it's rather bland and hardly flashy. He wears either Vans or Converse on his feet but does own a pair of combat steel toed boots that he'll wear on occasion. Leather is popular with him but not as pants, he stays away anything that's too tight to maneuver in.

* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]

POSITIVE TRAITS

• Loyal
  
• Confident
  
• Trustworthy
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• Manipulative
  
• Dark Mentality
  
• Stubborn
  

LIKES

• Reading ; He can easily loose track of time with writing
  
• Writing ; He actually does keep a journal on him
  
• Music ; He likes most types you can dance to
  
• Biting ; Beware the biting. He has random urges
  
• Pet names ; Started when he was younger, he uses pet names that resemble the person he's speaking of.
  

DISLIKES

• Authority ; Though he stays out of the spotlight, he does hate any authority figure.
  
• Smell of Seafood ; He wants to vomit every time he smells it
  
• Uncooked Vegetables ; Only counts if they are supposed to be steamed and not fully cooked all the way.
  
• Politics and Religion ; Combined as one because they usually go together, Scov hates them both. Don't even bother bringing them in a conversation, he might retaliate with a punch to the throat.
  
• Being called 'Weak' ; The thing he hates the most is being called 'weak' because of his appearance
  

STRENGTHS

• No take backs ; When Scov says something, he'll go all the way with it, and not turn back either. What he says he will do and will not take it back, even if it is outright embarrassing.
  
• Determined ; When his mind is set on something, he plans on taking it head on.
  
• Easily Amused ; Not by himself, but by others. Scov always finds it rather intriguing to watch people be silly or stupid and yes, he does laugh.
  

WEAKNESSES

• Blow Up ; Despite having a long fuse to even get to his outburst temper, it wouldn't be wise to even get him to that point.
  
• Malicious ; Scov is dark minded, and enjoys bringing others pain. He can and does cope with it without any 'slip ups'.
  
• Unemotional ; Scov tends to not show emotions since his first blow up with his family(Mother and Brother) and because of it he tends to shove any emotion deep inside(not including humor since he uses it as an escape).
  

FEARS

• He has a slight case of Insomnia, and although most wouldn't consider it a fear, Scov does. He hates not being able to sleep and fears that if he doesn't he'll fall of exhaustion somewhere dangerous.
  
• Sadism – Scov normally doesn’t express his fears, but its his sadism condition that frightens him with others considering his notions and wants to inflict pain on others as well as getting pain inflicted on himself.
  
• Anuptaphobia – the phobia of being single forever.
  

BEST MEMORY
Oddly, when his father died. He hated the man so when he passed on, Scov felt more at ease and happier to know it was just him, his mother and little brother Orion.
WORST MEMORY
During a huge emotional breakthrough with his anger when he was 13, it came down to him actually hurting his mother and little brother along with himself. His brother suffered from a broken arm and bruised ribs while his mother's face was clawed. This is where he inflicted his own markings on his back from a meltdown.
LONG-TERM GOAL
Scov really has no long term goal. He lives life in the 'now' and never really thinks about having a long term goal in life. If he had to choose anything, it would be to gain Kedrick as his partner.

* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]

MOTHER Teresa Irene Rosario (47), Housewife(Wind)

FATHER Lance Garrick Rosario (Deceased), CEO of an Industrial Company in England

SIBLINGS Orion Lyall Rosario (15), Wind Elemental
OTHER Aunt : Julie Francie Terrance (42), Manager at a local store

HISTORY
Born in the small city of Portsmouth, England, Scovth was the eldest son of Lance Rosario and Teresa Rosario. He was to be the heir of his father’s large industrial company but at an early age, he began to express a strange and dark mentality. It was also noted by the doctors on his daily check up that his mother expressed her concern. His sleep pattern was off, sleeping only a solid 8 hours and not nap at all the rest of the day. As he grew older, he never napped and went twenty-fours hours once before completely passing out in the yard due to exhaustion. At an early age, the child was smart, and though Scovth would want to spend time with his baby brother, he constantly had strange thoughts about the child. When his brother would cry, Scovth would stand there smiling almost crudely and not call for anyone. Scovth never harmed his brother, though he was always tempted to. His father was worried, but his mother paid no mind to it. She treated and loved on Scovth and the boy adored his mother more than anything.

As he grew, older, Scovth would spend less time with his family and more-so out on his own. His brother however would tag along, not saying much as he knew his brother didn’t like being bothered too much. Scovth didn't mind his younger brother, and often or not actually talk to him normally as he would his parents. It was because of this interaction with the young child that Orion developed his speech much faster. Scovth however worried his father, and since the beginning never really got along with the man. Arguments would arise and Scovth's words would spit out like venom to his sire while his brother would begin to cry. His father was diagnosed with cancer in the beginning when he was 4 and it was the time he was 11 that the affects of it began to take their toll. To say the boy was overjoyed was a complete and utter understatement. The cancer took his father several months later, leaving his mother and brother along with himself alone. Afraid of being alone, his mother made the move to British Columbia where her family resided. Scovth wasn't too happy about it but withstood with for her.

The months following their move, Scovth continued to be unaffected by the things that happened around him. However, his strange lust and craving to hurt things, whether it was animals or merely smiling at when others were in pain, it was his mother's sister who spoke to her sibling, convincing her to get the boy tested for anything 'mentally' wrong. At first, the boy simply rolled his eyes and refused to speak, and as the months continued and turned into years, Scovth continued to stay quiet. It wasn't until he was 13 that he actually scared his psychiatrist with his sudden dream that the woman was in. It was after that moment, they had to find a new one.

His aunt had made a big deal, speaking to him on it on the porch one day. Her tone was demeaning and belittling him. His nose cringed and almost in a heated rage, his eyes had narrowed on the flame that was emitting from her lighter as she lit her cigarette. The flame burst and engulfed her face, eating her eyebrows and even half her hair in the front. Blinking from the sudden explosion of flames, the woman had let out a scream and the boy soon smiled almost devilishly and retorted to his dear aunt 'Perhaps next time you'll think about how you speak to me.' His mother, having watched the confrontation, knew that her son had developed his elemental and almost worried about what it was. After the incident, she was once more again pressured into getting her son help. Before she did that she had enrolled him into the nearby Academy of elementals.

Scovth didn't take the news well at all. The boy was livid on being sent away and allowed his anger to get the best of him. In that ramble he lashed out and despite his small appearance, created a large amount of pain. He was so lost in watching his mother and brother wither in pain that he hadn't realized he was bleeding as well, glancing down at his hands to see his nails bloodied. It was after that moment that he closed himself off completely. No later than the accident, he was forced to a nearby institution that he spent most of his time in until school started up.

During the years at school, Scovth did what he did best, torment. Granted he got in trouble but most of the time was sneaky on it or played on the fencing line between the gray area. His fascination however was on a single individual that he couldn't let go from his grasp. During the breaks, Scovth would only get very little time with family, having it mandatory since his outburst to stay at the local institution. The years rolled and by each break, he was able to finally rest at home with just house calls from his therapist. His brother joined in his junior year, though his element was opposite of his brothers, following his mother's way, Scovth still had a soft spot for his little brother who continued to be glued to his side. For years he watched his target upon first seeing him actually in the second year as a sophomore. After that he laid low but during the times that he would speak to the teen, his words were always cruel and blunt towards him, trying to get any reaction. His brother would always be in the background, his silent aid.

Ironically however, Scovth felt these strange emotions bellowing inside his being as a hurricane ruptured his cold heart. The other teen made him feel strange, and reaching his last year, he couldn't take it anymore. The teen would be his, and he would make it known. Kedrick Dalais would be his.

* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]

YOUR NAME NOXXY

YOUR AGE 24 :3

RP EXPERIENCE Been doing it since i was 14..soo...10 years now

HOW'D YOU FIND US? Meows :3

SECRET WORD Correct

RP SAMPLE

He gave a snort. Though Scott was highly irritated, he hated being transferred in such manners. Hands behind his back and a muzzle like contraption covering his nose and face. Through his irritation, he tended to bite. His eyes were un-amused and during the walk, he would stop and continue to make the man panic when he would squirm out of his grasp. Each time Scott would laugh and mock him. It was the car ride intentionally that drove the officer over the wall. Scott had unbuckled himself and rotated to lay on the seats and then proceeded to kick at the cage that separated the front and back seats. Trying to tell the man to stop was utterly pointless since Scott would simply retort back with ‘Make me.’ as if he were a mere child. The poor officer was wanting to pull his hair out with the rowdy individual, not to mention that getting him into the car had been a hassle in itself. Scott had run twice and even bit two others before being muzzled and shoved in the car.

Scott, much like an animal, would maneuver and work to get him out of the damned muzzle, but with his hands cuffed, it proved to be more difficult than he thought. An hour into the ride was when he decided to unbuckle himself and just torment the driver. After the creep on the second hour, Scott ended up just laying in the back seat, staring uncaringly at the top of the car’s roof. He would hum and whistle random tunes and at spur moments, kick the cage again to rattle the driver. If the man would crash, Scott really could care less. After the four hours, Scott was more than less even more irritable than before the car ride even started. Once the car parked however and the scenery stopped, Scott gazed to watch the cop leave the driver side after turning off the vehicle. The officer had gone to the door where his feet were. Bad mistake. Scott had readied himself and once the door opened, though he heard the man speaking and saying ‘don’t try anything’ Scott's smirk behind his mask and the thoughts that rushed through his mind where on the line of 'think again'. Once the door opened, Scott kicked the man in his groin. He toppled over of course, but sadly since he was bound and hardly flexible, Scott only raised a now half amused brow and gave a full on smug smile.

“Whoops.” He murmured. The officer cursed and grunted, glaring at the man. “What?” Scott asked innocently, never getting a response as the man yanked him out roughly from the car. Scott reacted as he always did. “ No dinner first? How rude.” His stomach was shoved on the trunk as the officer secured him with another pair of cuffs on his feet and hooked them to the back. “You going to scream rape too Wolf?” The cop questioned. Scott grunted as his face was slammed into the hood. “Not sure, going to be gentle?” He retorted. He heard a grunted ‘shut up’ from his captor. Scott’s voice just had a very small hint of British accent, considering his birth, but otherwise his accent was unknown. After linking him and testing it, he began to walk him into. Thus back to the beginning, where Scott was growling since his arm was being held by the officer and the man loathed to be touched. Rip you’re blasted throat out if I could . His thoughts swam in images of what he’d do to the man. The doors opened, and he hated the grin, so taking the man by surprise, he head butted him.

“Dear me I must have slipped.” He murmured again. He defiantly took him by surprise and was expecting to be either hit or tazzered, he didn’t expect to be tripped. Scott fell with a hard ‘Oof’ and began to growl again. He didn’t register what the man said, something about ‘crazy wolf’ or ‘lunatic’ He gave a chuckle. “Don’t you know that the Latin word for moon Luna is what created Lunatic?” He mused with a smile. “Probably didn't, since you don't have to be that smart to be a cop.”” Despite his legs being bound, he did try to kick him. “I will enjoy ripping you apart in my dreams you filthy pig.” The officer seemed to ignore him, grabbing his arm and pulling him up and to the reception desk. Scott was fed up and was about to try again until he felt something pierce his thigh. His nose cringing and his eyes glaring at the officer who stuck his thigh with a relaxant. Damn that doctor., the man thought. He remembered the slender female giving the officer two shots worth to calm Scott and make him ‘manageable’ His jaw clenched and the feeling went away. He heard him chuckle. “Fell better?” the man asked him. Scott wanted to be witty and comment with something vulgar, but over the words, he only gave an eye roll and looked away. He took into account his surroundings, listening to the officer speak and hand the woman at the desk papers for Scott’s transfer into the asylum. “He flirts with anyone.” That was a true statement that the officer made. Scott flirted with anyone and tried to be charming, it had been his escape route on three separate asylums. The man was bored now and wondered what was in the large package that the officer handed over. Like a curious dog he peered only to be smacked over the head and then snarl at the officer. “If I get out of here, I’m killing you puppy.” Scott sneered at the younger man. The officer gave a snort. “Sure you will Wolf.” His nickname again. Scott had only been curious, considering he never really spoke to the doctors, he was just used to giving weekly journals. The man felt safer that way. “That has only several things of his, some books, leather bound journal and a panda snow hat that his kid gave him”. 'I like my panda hat… Scott suddenly thought to himself. Scott had been wearing his single pair of clothes anyways, a collared black shirt, leather jacket and dark blue jeans with a leather belt and steel-toe boots(which mostly hurt the man when he kicked him). His leather gloves were in the package no doubt. “I want my journal.” Scott suddenly voiced to the woman. It was the possession he must have. His journal kept him sane, in few cases. The officer gave a sigh. “I wouldn’t uncuff him until you put him in a room, he’ll try and escape.” Scott looked at he man as if he was saying 'No shit' to him. The man looked at him again and back at the receptionist.

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