Post by romeov on Jul 5, 2005 17:52:24 GMT -5
For those not aware of just who Romeo is:
Rookie du jour: So, what's been the story tonight?
Angry veteran cop: Same shit different day rookie. You'll get used to being posted out here real soon. You see the same line up of characters, all squeaky clean, though you know they're full of shit.
Good Cop: Hoenstly, can you go a day without spreading your negativity in the precint? Let the kid get his feet wet before you regale him with stories of the fight against crime.
Rookie du Jour: That's before I get shot, right?
*awkward silence ensues*
AVC: The kid atleast knows what he's in for. Where're you from?
RdJ: From the barrios.
GC: Aw damn.
AVC: Haha! So you know exactly what I'm talking about.
RdJ: Worse than you know it. An entire area of the city left to its own devices. S'why I became a cop. Someone's gotta stand up for those people.
GC: Atleast your mother taught you right.
RdJ: Wasn't mom. Was my sister. She got out is what she did, right after what happened with my brother.
AVC: So what happened? Did he get his punk ass shot?
GC: What makes you think he was a problem.
AVC: Kids like that always run with the wrong crowd. That whole area is the wrong crowd for anyone. S'like a poison.
RdJ: He's not kidding. My momma was Maria Valencio.
AVC: Wait a minute...
GC: Oh my god, are you saying, your mother's...
RdJ: The mother of one of the worst vermin to ever crawl in that trash heap, Romeo Valencio. We're talking about your stereotypical huge black man with an anger problem, though there are some particulars. If you hang near the barrios often enough, you may have heard of Romeo, only because he has that serious rep.
I was too young to remember my brother, but sister sure does. She said momma was stupid getting pregnant, and she thinks my brother got too to much of the scum that was his father.
I ain't seen him in nearly 15...18 years. My sister raised me, and she said she last heard from him about 12 years ago, when she upped and ran away. Big Brother, second brother, and momma were left there. One was lost to the gangs, two to the grave.
She says she used to get calls from those friends of Romeo's and Carlos'. In Fact, she listened to the phone as Carlos' friends begged her to help them with Carlos. He was shot and all she could do was listen to the boys yell and cry as their hommie died.
Word was Carlos was trying to protect momma. Her habit kicked in big time and she bit off more than she could chew. He paid the price. She did later as she ODed in an ER room, not a soul to care for her. Word is Big brother got his revenge. My sister says of him, "If you ever met Romeo, you get the feelin' that he ain't human..."
(In other words, Romeo has fame 1 (Barrios) and the flaw, Eerie Presence)
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Today Romeo Valencio isn’t just a scary individual, some may call him a force of nature.
As a youth from south Los Angelos, Romeo grew up on a hard life. His father was a convicted felon, and his mother was a drug abuser. Left to fend for himself, Romeo entered in and out of schools, and even juvenile detention facilities. He’s formed ties with inner city gangs, and has shown a disregard for authority.
As he grew into his mid twenties, Romeo got big. Really big. Standing nearly 7 feet tall, and almost 500 pounds, Romeo became a workout addict, spending his time between visits to the gym, as well as performing petty crime and gang-bang activites. His life has made him almost cold and emotionless excepting his sadistic pleasure in inflicting harm upon others.
After his mother died of a heroine over-dose, Romeo became even more detached from lucidity and began a raucous rampage through the barrios targeting anyone at will, and with a chaotic tendency that few could understand. People didn’t associate with Romeo out of friendship, they used him for protection, and were afraid that even he may turn on them.
He made a mistak one night...
The ground was crushing him, as he awoke. He clawed out of the grave he was in, trying to break into the daylight, In a fury of rage he burst through the top, and found the man that put him in his hole.
As unspectacularly mundane his birth may have been, it was what he did next that caused members of the Sabbat to regard him with wary looks and hushed tones of The Freak of LA. Valencio took pleasure in the one thing he knew how to do, inflict pain. It came easy as he picked up where he left off, but this time he was even stronger than before, and with his birth, he acquired a wisdom deemed sinister.
Romeo has endured violent incident after violent incident, and after each one he wears his scars as badges of honor. His flesh is riddled with bullet holes, scars, and some believe that where his heart is, is actually an empty hole.
Nothing brings him down. Time and again, he returns, like a shambling corpse, and comes back with a desire for vengeance that drives him to insane sadistic measures. He has gained status for creating an air of fear, and as he ruled in life, he rules over those beneath him, treating unlife as a game of survival of the fittest, and if necessary weeding the chaff from the wheat himself.
Rookie du jour: So, what's been the story tonight?
Angry veteran cop: Same shit different day rookie. You'll get used to being posted out here real soon. You see the same line up of characters, all squeaky clean, though you know they're full of shit.
Good Cop: Hoenstly, can you go a day without spreading your negativity in the precint? Let the kid get his feet wet before you regale him with stories of the fight against crime.
Rookie du Jour: That's before I get shot, right?
*awkward silence ensues*
AVC: The kid atleast knows what he's in for. Where're you from?
RdJ: From the barrios.
GC: Aw damn.
AVC: Haha! So you know exactly what I'm talking about.
RdJ: Worse than you know it. An entire area of the city left to its own devices. S'why I became a cop. Someone's gotta stand up for those people.
GC: Atleast your mother taught you right.
RdJ: Wasn't mom. Was my sister. She got out is what she did, right after what happened with my brother.
AVC: So what happened? Did he get his punk ass shot?
GC: What makes you think he was a problem.
AVC: Kids like that always run with the wrong crowd. That whole area is the wrong crowd for anyone. S'like a poison.
RdJ: He's not kidding. My momma was Maria Valencio.
AVC: Wait a minute...
GC: Oh my god, are you saying, your mother's...
RdJ: The mother of one of the worst vermin to ever crawl in that trash heap, Romeo Valencio. We're talking about your stereotypical huge black man with an anger problem, though there are some particulars. If you hang near the barrios often enough, you may have heard of Romeo, only because he has that serious rep.
I was too young to remember my brother, but sister sure does. She said momma was stupid getting pregnant, and she thinks my brother got too to much of the scum that was his father.
I ain't seen him in nearly 15...18 years. My sister raised me, and she said she last heard from him about 12 years ago, when she upped and ran away. Big Brother, second brother, and momma were left there. One was lost to the gangs, two to the grave.
She says she used to get calls from those friends of Romeo's and Carlos'. In Fact, she listened to the phone as Carlos' friends begged her to help them with Carlos. He was shot and all she could do was listen to the boys yell and cry as their hommie died.
Word was Carlos was trying to protect momma. Her habit kicked in big time and she bit off more than she could chew. He paid the price. She did later as she ODed in an ER room, not a soul to care for her. Word is Big brother got his revenge. My sister says of him, "If you ever met Romeo, you get the feelin' that he ain't human..."
(In other words, Romeo has fame 1 (Barrios) and the flaw, Eerie Presence)
=========================================
Today Romeo Valencio isn’t just a scary individual, some may call him a force of nature.
As a youth from south Los Angelos, Romeo grew up on a hard life. His father was a convicted felon, and his mother was a drug abuser. Left to fend for himself, Romeo entered in and out of schools, and even juvenile detention facilities. He’s formed ties with inner city gangs, and has shown a disregard for authority.
As he grew into his mid twenties, Romeo got big. Really big. Standing nearly 7 feet tall, and almost 500 pounds, Romeo became a workout addict, spending his time between visits to the gym, as well as performing petty crime and gang-bang activites. His life has made him almost cold and emotionless excepting his sadistic pleasure in inflicting harm upon others.
After his mother died of a heroine over-dose, Romeo became even more detached from lucidity and began a raucous rampage through the barrios targeting anyone at will, and with a chaotic tendency that few could understand. People didn’t associate with Romeo out of friendship, they used him for protection, and were afraid that even he may turn on them.
He made a mistak one night...
The ground was crushing him, as he awoke. He clawed out of the grave he was in, trying to break into the daylight, In a fury of rage he burst through the top, and found the man that put him in his hole.
As unspectacularly mundane his birth may have been, it was what he did next that caused members of the Sabbat to regard him with wary looks and hushed tones of The Freak of LA. Valencio took pleasure in the one thing he knew how to do, inflict pain. It came easy as he picked up where he left off, but this time he was even stronger than before, and with his birth, he acquired a wisdom deemed sinister.
Romeo has endured violent incident after violent incident, and after each one he wears his scars as badges of honor. His flesh is riddled with bullet holes, scars, and some believe that where his heart is, is actually an empty hole.
Nothing brings him down. Time and again, he returns, like a shambling corpse, and comes back with a desire for vengeance that drives him to insane sadistic measures. He has gained status for creating an air of fear, and as he ruled in life, he rules over those beneath him, treating unlife as a game of survival of the fittest, and if necessary weeding the chaff from the wheat himself.