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Name: Caden Ortiz// Age: 22 DOB: April 22nd, 2004 POB:
Magadan, Russia Gender: Male// Apperence: Caden Ortiz stands tall at 6'3", set with broad shoulders, and a lean and toned frame from one of his side hobbies: weight lifting. He has a chiseled face and a sharp jawline, with sharp features softened only by the faintest hint of a smile. His black hair is cut in a modern mullet, yet still able enough to do a combover for family events.. His tan skin is marked with a tattoo sleeve that wraps around his right arm and extends across the right side of his chest. His piercing ice blue eyes carry a depth of experience, haunted by the ghosts of a violent history of life. Backstory: Starting as soon as he could walk, his parents turned away, and dove into their wealth. Some millionaires use their money for good, which is typically the best, yet his parents were rich filth, highly judgmental, and keeping high expectations that were almost impossible to keep up with. Caden did his best to win his parents attention, yet they always answered with a "you should try harder", or a "I've seen it already from your brother"----well, on the rare occasion Caden saw them. As soon as he was able to graduate high school, his father immediately got him into the family business, making him highly skilled in stock trading before telling him to get out, saying he had enough skill to figure out life, and that he'd send monthly check ins.
Caden cut his family off for years, and they still are cut off to this day. He did manage on his own however, buying shares and investing enough to start a small supercar collection, and add to one of his addictions---sport bikes. One of his other addictions, however, isn't so safe. Drinking became his point of escape, leaving behind all of the fears of abandonment and entering that world you only get a little of every time. Eventually he got photographed on the street, being put in a list of people online, tilting it "most drunk looking". He just grinned and shook his head at the article, slowly gaining more power through money, the ever growing article, and abandoning his father. Now you'll see him ignore the camera flashes as he walks into a skyscraper, most likely about to make a deal that can change everything. Caden is never 100% sober, always carrying shots with him just in case (which is often). Hes goes through women like wine, keeping them for a while before realizing he'll never want it, leaving them afterwards. Hes met one or two who felt like he completed him, but not until he met her. Emily. The one he'll never forget. His parents hate her, saying she didn't come from good lines and that she'll ruin his name. The first breakup, his parents through a party and tried to get him to go, he blocked their numbers, silencing them again once more. Biggest Fears: Abandonment Losing everything he's spent years aquiring Parents: Maria Ortiz [mother] Jason Ortiz [father] Siblings: Izza (26) Viktor (24) Finnick (19) Cash (17) |
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Heck yea ~ Character Sheet: Emily "Em" Carter Basic Info: Name: Emily Carter (goes by Em)
Age: 23 (soon to be 24)
Gender: Female
Occupation: Emergency Room Nurse at a Trauma Center
Shift: Day Shift (7 AM - 3 PM)
Location: Urban Trauma Center in a large city
Appearance: Height: 5' 6"
Build: Athletic, toned (she stays fit to keep up with the demanding nature of her job)
Hair: Auburn with natural darker brown highlights, shoulder-length, often tied in a messy bun or ponytail
Eyes: Hazel, warm but with a sharp edge to them
Skin: Slightly tan (from time spent outdoors running or hiking)
Notable Features: Freckles across her nose, a small scar just above her left eyebrow from an accident in high school
Wardrobe: Scrubs during work hours, casual but practical clothing off-duty (jeans, t-shirts, sneakers) |
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Caden Ortiz tossed and turned in his sleep, clutching the sheets uselessly as he slowly slipped into one of his worst nightmares. His father was back, being just as ruthless as before as he charged at his now deceased sister Izza. "Don't do it!" He yelled over the flurries of winter, his voice being drawn out by the sound. Caden's father chuckled, looking over with a wicked grin. "And what are you to do?" He was speechless. Izza's scream rang out, followed by his father's cac- ~ Caden jolted awake, chest heaving as he realized it was fake and he'd never have to live through it again. While, her scream still echoed through his mind even while he was awake. He sighed, running a hand through his tousled black hair and standing up. His bones cracked as he slipped into a pair of slacks and a button down, appropriate wear for his position within the economy. He waltzed downstairs, being greeted by a worker or two. Caden slipped into the kitchens, grabbing a bagel and an iced coffee before deciding which car to drive. He chose his custom built Bugatti Chiron he practically had to beg for, yet it was worth it. He hopped in, the beast purring under his hands as he floored the pedal down the mile-long driveway towards town. |
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Emily rushed to her starting shift at the truama center, ready for another day of mind numbing patients who couldn't keep themselves in one piece. There was a different feeling about today, though...Something new was going to happen--she felt it. She sighed, brushing aside the feeling as she changed and grabbed her car's keys. It wasn;t anything fancy simply a Land Rover. |
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Caden sped down the road, speaking to a built in system to call his coworker. "Call Mickey," He mused, the car not understanding. "Im sorry, I did not get that. Please try again." "Call.Mickey." He murmured, the car messing up again. "Calling McDon-" "NO.DO NOT CALL MCDONALD'S. CALL MICKEY." Caden snapped, getting fed up now as it finally dialed his number. It displayed an 'unable to connect error. He cursed under his breath, reaching into his console and looking for his phone before looking back up and seeing he was about to t-bone a Range Rover. He swerved, the car drifting yet still slamming into the other person's car. The man scrambled out, sprinting over to the other person to make sure they were alright. |
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Emily was dazed, dizzy even, as she stepped out of the car. "Shit..." She muttered. "What...happened..." She muttered |
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"Ma'am--ma'am are you okay?!" Caden asked, clear panic in his voice as he went over to check on her. |
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"I'm fne...mild concusion at worst. Are you alright?" She asked |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
