Simon

[Simon]

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Name: simone rod evario
Alias: simon
Gender: male
Age: twenty-four
Birth Date: 7/3

LET ME SEE YOU SMILE
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Height: 6'4"
Weight: 167lbs.
Build: slim/muscular
Eye Colour: gold
Hair Colour: white-blonde
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Simon is a fairly big guy but one not without elegance. He is normally seen in proper dress and rarely seen with a hair out of place. he seems OCD about his appearance and this could be proven by the fact that he will not do anything physical unless it is planned and designed to make him look even better. He can be seen as the typical blonde guy who's just there for the ladies, and this isn't all false. However, don't let his appearance fool you. He is extremely intelligent and actually there to make you look stupid. Oh! And to steal your money.

Standing at roughly 6'4" he certainly has some height, and mostly muscle makes up his weight of 167lbs. His hair is a white-blonde and his eyes gleam with an eerie golden glow that often gives him the advantage in games. And don't put it past him to get rough. Despite favoring his appearance, he does get fed up like most Americans do. Heh.

THE DRUGS DON'T WORK
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Likes:

• playing cards
  
• cheating
  
• pretty girls
  
• money

Dislikes:

• losing
  
• getting caught
  
• ugly girls
  
• impoliteness

Fears:

• getting caught thanks, L. D:<
  
• "going steady"
  
• losing L, you suck! >.>
  
• losing money L MUST DIE. >o<

Strengths:

• cheating
  
• poker face
  
• predicting movements
  
• flirting

Weaknesses:

• money
  
• cute girls
  
• money
  
• a good bet

Specializations:

• cheating
  
• creating a poker face
  
• wooing either sex

Simon is very sure of himself, and he has reason to be. He is a professional cheater and will cheat you out of your money, your home, your job, or even your friends and lovers. He is not a thief since he openly does this, but a cheater as he gives false information, cons people into giving him things and all sorts of things. He is unreliable as a friend, but as an employee then he may hold grand potential. Problem is, he has a bit of a superiority complex. He hates not being in charge. Though you never see him through a fit like many would, he prefers handling it more subtly. One may view him as someone who is very calm at all times and in control.

That pretty much describes him entirely. Calm with a superiority complex... Oh! And he isn't afraid to flirt. Teachers, co-workers, bosses, and even students. Most of the time his flirts are returned with seemingly uncontrollable infatuation. And if you turn him down, he will hunt you down, but he rarely actually feels anything. Having a superiority complex obviously proves that nobody is ever good enough for him.

TELL ME YOUR STORY
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Family: nobody's significant here
Heritage: American
Hometown: Maple Street?
Birthplace: doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo

Simon grew up in an average home in an average country with an average house and an average family. Sounds like the start of some sort of rhyme or riddle, doesn't it? Well, in this average neighborhood with its average people lived a not so average child with a not so average ability. The not so average boy had very perfect grades, he had very perfect manners and a very perfect grace. This not so average boy had a horribly bad talent which he used to horribly much but horribly nobody caught it. The boy would cheat on every test, he would cheat the lunch lady for money, he would cheat his way into everything and got everything he wanted.

Well, in short, Simon grew up in America. The place is unspecified, though most joke about it being somewhere like the Twilight Zone. He does have a very perfectionistic [if that's even a word] air about him. He has lived birth through high school doing average stuff, but the amount of scholarships he recieved for his outstanding work allowed him to finally escape. With this scholarship money that was given to him directly he went to Vegas and obtained more. Before being caught he escaped to London where he did roughly three years of solitary study. That is, his "study" was in a rather large mansion in a large neighborhood with a large amount of security guards and a large and beautiful fountain.

So it turns out, a man by the name of "L" caught him in the act. Or, rather, for his past acts. But instead of sending him to jail, he was given an offer. He could either face jail time and pay back everything or he could work for an orphanage called the Wammy House. Now, though he wasn't fond of children, he hated jail more. Naturally he accepted the offer.

YOU'RE GONNA GO FAR, KID
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Name: NC
Age: eighteen
Experience: seven years
Codeword: Don't Look Here.
Fun fact: I STILL LUFF YOU!
Sample Post:

[ another thread with L! ]

Whispering? It was soft, but not whispering. The reason it didn't sound clear was because it was being mummbled. Soon enough the mummbler came into view. His blonde hair was in it's usual neat, untouched style. He shoved his glasses further up his nose as he stared at the ground, his lips moving but only a few sounds escaping the rapid movement. Only with a heavy sigh did he look up at the partially open door to the teacher's lounge. Well, why not? He could relax for a bit. He imagined, somehow, that few teachers would be in right now. That is, if they had actual classes then they wouldn't be in right now. But as far as he had seen this orphanage was lacking greatly in organization. It made him sick to his stomach. For a moment he lingered over the thought that prison may have been the better choice. At least then there would be some set schedule, right? Anything was better than this mess of problematic children who were supposedly genius in their own ways.

He scoffed at the thought, and then he finally looked up as he pushed open the door. Sure enough he was not the only one here. A rather young male sat there all huddled up in a chair. He raised a brow as his golden eyes examined the sight. So he had heard a few things of this L: he enjoyed sweets, he didn't were socks and rarely shoes, and he liked to chew on his thumbnail and sit in the most queer positions. This happened to look very similar to that description.

Oh, no. This was the man that had caught him? Urgh. His stomach again. It churned in a fuss over the realization. Had this really happened? How had this one caught him when no one else could? But he easily kept these thoughts out of his expression. With an unnatural calm he walked in and toward the man, his stride long and confident.

"Good morning, sir," he greeted, but did not bother offering a hand. Why would he do such a thing? This man had his fingers in his mouth. How vile. He was surprised he hadn't vomited in his mouth already.

[Rhiatte]

Accepted!