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Full Name: Rocco (rest is N/A)
Call Me: Rocco
Pronounced: Rock-oh
Age: 21
Birthday: May 31st
Hair: Messy, green(style to be decided soon).
Height: 6'1
Eyes: yellow
Nationalities: Neovian
Special Markings: Dots curving around left eye.
Colour: White
Colouring: White fur/skin, green hair.
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The people I get the pleasure of sharing my home with! If you're using Internet Explorer, hover your mouse over the picture for a bit more content. If you're in Fire Fox, right clock on the picture and press properties to read the alternate text.
Riko. You're one of the best older brothers, man! At least you understand my taste in fashion, no? Im glad we can talk like best friends and im proud to call such an interesting Xweetok my brother. You and Kidazhina make a great pair too. *snicker*
If you want to get to know me better, then neomail mum to RP. If you're using Internet Explorer, hover your mouse over the picture for a bit more content. If you're in Fire Fox, right clock on the picture and press properties to read the alternate text.
You're a very nice Xweetok. You're a little mysterious at times, but im glad you understand my dislike for puddings. Ugh... Those things are nasty and they look funny. But, I love my snowglobes, the only thing I really do love right now. Hehe.
No one understands me. They do not wish to really love me I suppose. I think I may look different, too different for them. I dont really know anymore. If anyone would like to get to really know me that would be nice.
Neovia, a society of well groomed aristocrats who seem stuck in the Victorian era of society. How I long to be like them in aspects of my daily life.
I was born in Neovia, to a fairly wealthy and aristocratic family. Often wearing the garb of Shakespearian lords and dukes. My childhood started off simply, I was born. We lived in a home of three stories, it a manor with the fine trimmed hedges and kept gardens. The sweet aroma of baby's breath and perfume engulfing the house in every area. My mother was a sweet woman, I can remember her golden hair, eyes of the sea. Her skin was pale, porcelain and fragile. Her morning dresses brightened the room at dawn, her afternoon gowns pleasant and welcoming. My father, a harsh but caring inidividual. His face was cut out like a statue, his eyes were cold and grey but held a sort of emotion only his family knew of. His hair had turned silver early in life, he always keeping it pulled back into a ribbon of black or dark blue. His suits were, in a matter of speaking, business like. The formality of my home life seeming rather uneeded but expected in such a proper time. I inherited some traits from my father, my leaf green hair one of them. From my mother I got my features, a feminine boy I was- sometimes mistaken by the older women for a young girl. In all reality though, that did not bother me at all.
My first job was held at the printing press, not an all too interesting trade I must say. I was the newspaper boy, standing on street corners trying to convince passer byes to by a paper for a nickel. I moved away when I was sixteen, at that time I was thought to be a man, able to run my own household and raise a family. Family was the least of my concerns at the time. I moved into a small, pleasant home just across Neovia, the upkeep mainly sought over by the servants that worked there- I often joining in to help them any way I could.
Trouble came when father had passed away, mother having been left the house in the will, and myself receiving a small sum of money. Enough to take care of myself without having to work for a while anyway. Mother soon became ill, the house passing to me after her death- the house was never the same. It was too large for just myself, feeling that I needed to find some means of fulfilling myself, I set out to travel. The house was looked after by a caretaker, who still looks after it to this day. I return every so often, seeing how the manor is doing and how the caretaker and servants are.
I have, for lack of words, retired to Roo Island. I really have no certain place I call home other than my native home of Neovia. My looks have obviously some sort of rebellion against the ritualistic formal dressings that I was put in through childhood. I had to adapt to the outside worlds, seeing how many people differed from myself. I felt uncomfortable in aristocratic dress, changing my clothes to get the sense I fit in with modern society.
I relax on Roo Island, speaking with the local Roo's, having- and I hope I have- befriended some of them. They are a lively bunch, the small island home to many attractions that seem to bring them a lot of attention. But they are not at a lack for money, now are they?
Money has become just a material possession. I have everything I could want really, nothing more to buy so I have become bored. Travelling to try and find something worth while, worth time that will pass by until it is my day to pass on my life to someone else.
The life seems adventurous, but I find some parts boring. Travelling alone is one downfall, a part of my plight. Maybe it is destined for me to sit alone in this world, pondering my thoughts as I travel from town to town and city to city in search of something, anything, that can be called unique.
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Now a poem by hpiscute400:
Protecting yourself from all
to stand is like asking to fall
handed the smallest reason
called out for the snowy season
You hold the world in your globe
Watch them laugh
holding in the globe of your staff
you control the seasons
and they wonder what is your reason
You hold the world in your globe
Clones:
Alright, this is where I -windy- come into play! I will RP all my pets, but there are rules.
They are both ANTHRO only unless I figure out a good quad for them, or really feel like I could get a good quad rp out of you.
Riko(not Rocco) is in love, that wont change. Got it! He will never be taken away from Kidazh.
Please follow all basic neopets rules when RP'ing too!
Please neomail myself-windy189-to Rp. Just neomail me, thats all you have to do!
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