Post by raymondkentler on Feb 15, 2012 4:05:26 GMT -5
raymond james kentler
twenty-four - jake gyllenhaal - irish mob
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mama i'm in love with a criminal...
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Occupation: Bartender at Murphy's and a simple solider in the Irish mob.
Social Class: Middle.
Heritage: American, Irish (very small amount).
and this type of love isn't rational, it's physical...
Father:
James Kentler, 53, deceased
Mother:
Madeline Kentler, 48, deceased
Siblings:
Randolph Kentler, brother, 26
Lucas Kentler, brother, 22
Paula Kentler, sister, 3, deceased
Mandy (Madeline) Kentler, sister, 20
Other Family:
None worth mentioning.
Status:
Single.
mama please don't cry, i will be alright...
Strengths:
- Convincing,
- strong-willed.
Weaknesses:
- Chain smokes,
- bad temper,
- heavy drinker,
- parties,
- women.
Goals:
- To work his way up into the world.
Fears:
- Putting himself out there,
- fire,
- children,
- airplanes.
Secrets:
- He watched his father kill his little sister,
- which resulted in him killing his father later in life.
Likes:
- Pretty women,
- cigarettes,
- alcohol,
- smoking,
- motorcycles,
- animals,
- adrenaline.
Dislikes:
- Winter,
- his family,
- airplanes,
- commitment,
- losing,
- telling people how he feels.
Overall Personality:
Raymond Kentler is not the nicest man you’ll ever meet; at least in the beginning. He’s very untrusting, and very strong-willed. He has a knack at convincing people that what he wants is really what tehy want. He has never been one to tell others what’s on his mind, or how he feels. It takes a while for him to trust you, and he has never told anyone his darkest secret. But once you really get to know him, and if he trusts you, you see a very different man than he shows everyone else. He’s very caring to the people he trusts, which is very few, and he’d do anything for those few people.
Ray has always been known as a very loud person, he doesn’t shut up and most of the time says the wrong thing. He doesn’t know when to shut up and ends up offending most of the people he meets. He hates the idea of being in a committed relationship, but deep down he wants to find the one, although it may not be high on his priority list right now. He has a very hot temper and absolutely hates to lose.
Basically, as long as you don’t piss him off or cross him in the wrong way, you probably have nothing to worry about. But if you do, beware.
all reason aside i just can't deny, love the guy...
Hometown: New York City, NY.
History:
Raymond James Kentler is the second born of five children from the Kentler family. He was born in New York City, on July 5th of 1987 to James Kentler and Madeline Kentler. Until a year ago, he had lived in New York since the day he was born. His father was the leader of one of the largest gangs in New York, the Bloods, and he was also the biggest asshole alive. It became clear at an early age that Randolph Kentler, Ray’s older brother wanted nothing to do with becoming the next in line. For that, his father beat him on a regular basis. On a cold February morning in 1993, all five of the Kentler children were dragged out of bed by their father and taken to the basement of their rather large house.
At the time Randolph was eight, Ray was six, Lucas was four, Paula was three, and Mandy was two. Paula had done something that morning to set their father off, what it was Ray still didn’t know to this day. He didn’t care either, what came next was something that she definitely did not deserve, no child ever did. That day the Kentler children were forced to sit and watch as their father beat his three-year-old daughter, over and over and over again until she was dead.
Ray has that image permanently burnt in his memories, and it ate at him day after day. He refuses to go near children, which is probably a big reason he refuses to settle down with anyway. He’s always had a bad temper, and that alone makes him afraid that he’s capable of the same things as his father. Ray had always had some part in the Bloods; most of the time doing whatever it was his father asked him to, making sure everyone else was doing as they were supposed to, so on and so forth. Ray had never really liked any of his family, his younger sister Mandy was the only one he was ever close to, and he kept a very close eye on her.
It was a fairly average day, the day that Ray snapped. H e was at home, having a private meeting with his father. James was ordering Ray to do this, do that. Beat the shit out of this person, move these drugs there, and went into great detail of what he would do to Ray if he didn’t get it done. It was then that Ray left his parents house and didn’t return until they were asleep that night.
He pulled the trigger. Once on his father, for all the things he had done to Ray and for killing his little sister, and one on his mother for allowing his father to do all those things. Things were at bay with Ray for awhile, but eventually the guilt of killing someone caught up with him. At first he turned to cigarettes and booze, and he had never given up on them, but being in that city was killing him. That was when he packed up and left for River City.
He hadn’t really planned on getting involved with another gang, but he did. And so far, things were looking up for him. But he still lived with his secrets every day, hoping none of his secrets came back to haunt him.
Roleplay Sample: this is probably just a little over average, but it was my favorite from past role plays (and it's been awhile since i have role played)
Raymond Kentler hadn't even been in the Jubilee Drugs, a small drug store near his apartment, for five minutes before he was out and walking to the graveyard. Walking very unsteadily might I add. Yes, this was just another drunk night for Ray. He'd done things like this before, gone to the graveyard at two in the morning drunk off his ass. It was also part of the reason he had been in jail for 48 hours last month. The cops had caught him and he was too drunk to run away. Hopefully that wouldn't be the case tonight.
It took him around half an hour to walk all the way to New York's graveyard. Well, at least the one he was headed for. It was the largest memorial grounds in New York. What a great place to bury a gang leader and his wife, right? Wrong, because not only was it the biggest, it was watched the most. Mostly because a lot of very important people (in their lives) were buried here, and people tend to vandalize graves. And the pigs don't like that very much. "Why the fuck does this stupid thing have to be all the way across the damn city?" Ray muttered to himself as he threw the plastic bag over the fence of the graveyard. Ten minutes later, he had somehow managed to pull himself up and over the fence, and down into the graveyard with minimal damage done to his body. At least he hadn't hit a tombstone this time.
Ray sighed, picking the small plastic bag up and searching the grounds carefully. Of course he remembered where the graves were, but its much harder to see at night time. So he pulled the small black flashlight from his back pocket and started searching the stones until he found the ones he was looking for. The first stone read;
And the second one read;
Ray didn't cry, he never cried when he came to visit his parents graves. Which was like four times a week. Merely the guilt of killing someone, not really the guilt of killing his parents. He didn't miss them; not one little bit. But this trip seemed to be a bit different, a few tears slipped from his eyes. His father would be so disappointed right now, he was acting much like a child. But maybe that was because he didn't really have a childhood. He didn't even have much of a chance to have a childhood, much less be a child.
Ray tugged the plastic sack away from his purchase. Reveling a pack of Trojan condoms. He hadn't been looking at the brand or size or anything when he bought them. He didn't intend on using them. He was pretty sure he got weird looks from the employees at Jubilee's too. But he didn't care. And suddenly, as if someone had turned on some kind of light switch, he was fuming with anger. He threw down the box of condoms, right on his mothers grave. "What were you too fucking stupid to teach him how to use these damn things?" He screamed at her grave, throwing a thumb toward his fathers grave as he yelled.
"I mean come on!" Ray continued, his anger only rising as he continued. "It's not that hard! When he got it up you could have just pulled one out, ripped the package off and slipped it right on!" If she were still alive, this conversation would have been very awkward. "I mean, is it really THAT hard? Then at least there would be a chance that you two would still be alive! Because I wouldn't have been there to kill you!" He had screamed that just a little too loud, but he didn't notice. He never noticed how loud he was screaming while he was here. He didn't really care either. Well that was until he heard the sirens.
It took him around half an hour to walk all the way to New York's graveyard. Well, at least the one he was headed for. It was the largest memorial grounds in New York. What a great place to bury a gang leader and his wife, right? Wrong, because not only was it the biggest, it was watched the most. Mostly because a lot of very important people (in their lives) were buried here, and people tend to vandalize graves. And the pigs don't like that very much. "Why the fuck does this stupid thing have to be all the way across the damn city?" Ray muttered to himself as he threw the plastic bag over the fence of the graveyard. Ten minutes later, he had somehow managed to pull himself up and over the fence, and down into the graveyard with minimal damage done to his body. At least he hadn't hit a tombstone this time.
Ray sighed, picking the small plastic bag up and searching the grounds carefully. Of course he remembered where the graves were, but its much harder to see at night time. So he pulled the small black flashlight from his back pocket and started searching the stones until he found the ones he was looking for. The first stone read;
James Paul Kentler
july 13, 1955 - november 3, 2008
age fifty-three at time of death.
shot to death in his home.
july 13, 1955 - november 3, 2008
age fifty-three at time of death.
shot to death in his home.
And the second one read;
Madeline Marie Kentler
january 24, 1960 - november 3, 2008
age forty-eight at time of death.
shot to death in her home.
january 24, 1960 - november 3, 2008
age forty-eight at time of death.
shot to death in her home.
Ray didn't cry, he never cried when he came to visit his parents graves. Which was like four times a week. Merely the guilt of killing someone, not really the guilt of killing his parents. He didn't miss them; not one little bit. But this trip seemed to be a bit different, a few tears slipped from his eyes. His father would be so disappointed right now, he was acting much like a child. But maybe that was because he didn't really have a childhood. He didn't even have much of a chance to have a childhood, much less be a child.
Ray tugged the plastic sack away from his purchase. Reveling a pack of Trojan condoms. He hadn't been looking at the brand or size or anything when he bought them. He didn't intend on using them. He was pretty sure he got weird looks from the employees at Jubilee's too. But he didn't care. And suddenly, as if someone had turned on some kind of light switch, he was fuming with anger. He threw down the box of condoms, right on his mothers grave. "What were you too fucking stupid to teach him how to use these damn things?" He screamed at her grave, throwing a thumb toward his fathers grave as he yelled.
"I mean come on!" Ray continued, his anger only rising as he continued. "It's not that hard! When he got it up you could have just pulled one out, ripped the package off and slipped it right on!" If she were still alive, this conversation would have been very awkward. "I mean, is it really THAT hard? Then at least there would be a chance that you two would still be alive! Because I wouldn't have been there to kill you!" He had screamed that just a little too loud, but he didn't notice. He never noticed how loud he was screaming while he was here. He didn't really care either. Well that was until he heard the sirens.
he's a villian by the devil's law, he's a killer just for fun...
Other Characters: None yet.
Codeword:
Notes: Hmm, I got nothin'.
caity! - five years - by email or pm on here
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