Post by Tyler Kurucz on Feb 27, 2008 21:44:37 GMT -6
*The name is Tyler Kurucz
*Blew out 23 candles
*Is a gorgeous male
PersonalityTyler is a somewhat quiet person. He rarely asserts himself into conversations, and even more rarely voices his opinion about things. Don’t get me wrong, if he’s asked, he’ll answer, if he’s included in a conversation he’ll talk, but he doesn’t usually start conversations. He generally avoids problems, though there are those unavoidable ones that come up occasionally. Loyalty is a big priority on his list, and once you’ve “recruited” him, it’s hard to lose him.
He’s got a strong will, and the guts to go with it. If something’s not right he’ll go out of his way to make it right himself, as he’s already proven in his life. He respects the authority placed over him, even though he really has no reason to. Considering that the Mexican government imprisoned him on false accusations, then the U.S government took his sister from him on false accusations, and failed to investigate what he reported to them, resulting in her death, because of those same false accusations, it’s nothing short of a miracle that he still respects any form of leader. He hates the law and the government mind you, but other than that, he’s perfectly fine with having some head honcho over him.
He gets along with people for the most part, but I wouldn’t try to test him, especially if he’s not close to you…seeing as how he shot the last man who did him a serious wrong. He’s not very forgiving, as you can imagine, and will hold grudges for a long time. Other than that, he gets along with most everyone, though doesn’t appreciate “screwed up people” (homo/bisexuals, duggies, drunks…). He had to deal with enough of them in the years between 15 and 20 while he was in jail.
AppearanceTyler isn’t exactly what you would consider tall, more of average height really. His black hair is kept somewhat short in order to keep it out of his way. His eyes are a dim blue that can often appear to be gray depending on the light. He doesn’t look like your typical “gangster” type, but then again, what does outward appearance say about inward? Not much apparently. He’s fairly well built, but he’d not the kind of guy who would have girls flocking all over him for his body.
He always seems to have a bit of a distant look on his face, even when he is quite focused. He has a diagonal scar across the left side of his chest, the result of childhood abuse. Other than that, there is no sign of his past life. His eyes always seem to have a look of silent suffering in them, though he would never admit to it. Few people will ever know what his smile looks like, since it seems almost as if he’s forgotten how to do so.
Riding HistoryIt all started when he first moved up to the States. He was more than tired of living the life he'd been forced into by the government, and really was rather broken. His little sister, like all little girls, had begged him to take her to a horse show on one of his weekly visits to her, and after quite a bit of begging, he consented. He hadn't expected it to be all that great, but once at the show, he found himself enthralled by the powerful animals that obeyed their rider's every whim.
Not long after that he started riding, and in riding he found the freedom he'd been looking for for so long. He never rode competitively, he just rode because he could. When his sister was killed, everything he'd worked up to fell apart, and he basically destroyed his whole life, except that he never took it. For a year he didn't set foot in a stable, he avoided the whole equine world. It brought back too many memories that he would have preferred to forget. However, after that whole year had gone by, he happened across a mounted policeman, and just the sight of the horse made him realize just how much he was missing out on by avoiding horses. He went to an auction and bought a horse, one that had been destined for slaughter, and started training her. That's where he's at now in his riding life.
Desired Riding Level- Intermediate
Discipline Stadium jumping
Overall HistoryUmmm, well, I typed his story out and it sorta turned out to be something like 2,018 words long, so I’m going to attempt to summarize it into a more…decent length.
Tyler was born in Mexico into a good family that soon turned sour. He was abused roughly by his dad. For ten years he suffered the abuse, taking it like it was perfectly normal. When he got to be 15 though, he’d had enough and was about to kill himself outside of their home when a drunk policeman shot him in the shoulder and then killed himself. The police found him there, with a gun in hand, and a dead man lying on the ground not too far from him. Because of the corrupt government where he lived, he was sent to prison without a trial, just like so many others had been, even at his age. After five years they released him, admitting to their mistake. Tyler went to return home, but when he got there discovered that his parents were divorced, his father missing, his mother living with her boyfriend, with whom she had a two-year-old child, and that she had disowned him to prevent his black mark from getting on her record.
Not long after that, he was informed that his mother’s boyfriend had killed her and left, leaving the little girl without a family. Since Tyler was the only relative, she was given into his custody. Not knowing how to support himself and his sister with the poor paying jobs in Mexico, he moved up to the States. A year later, social services somehow managed to come across the record, which was supposed to have been destroyed when he was released, of his “murdering” the policeman. They deemed him unsafe to be caring for a small child, and gave her over to a family. During one of his visits to see his sister, the little girl told him that her “new daddy” as she called him had hurt her. Tyler reported it, but they didn’t go investigate until it was too late.
They said it was an accident and that she had just fallen down the stairs and fractured her skull, but Tyler knew otherwise. A month after her death, he went to her former home, found the man who had called himself her father and had then killed her, and shot him. No one believed that Tyler would kill someone in cold blood, and so he was not a suspect. Even if he had been, they wouldn’t have found him. The same night he’d killed the man he’d left that city for good.
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Rules Password abracadabradeedoo
RP Sample He found the man in the living room watching a game on TV and drinking a can of beer. He hadn’t heard Tyler’s entry. He did however, hear the sound of the gun being thingyed, and turned around. “Tyler?” He said, sounding worried as he looked at the gun pointed steadily at him. “What’s going on?” Silence resonated between them for some time, finally broken by Tyler’s reply. “You killed her didn’t you?” He asked, but continued on without giving him a chance to make up an excuse. “You killed an innocent three-year-old girl who only wanted to please you. She couldn’t do anything right in your eyes could she? So you killed her. I know you did it, she told me only days before that you had hurt her. Intentionally, blatantly, you killed her.” He paused once again, hardly able to keep the gun leveled steadily at him as he fought the urge to shoot the man right there. "Any why? He continued yet again, "Because you were too selfish to see past your own nose and into the eyes of a little girl who never knew a father's love, and now never will." By this point, it was pretty obvious that he was fighting back the tears that attempted to well up and spill over as he reopened never fully healed wounds with each word.
The man’s look of worry changed to terrible realization. He had thought he would get away with it. He had thought no one would ever know, and here now it was all falling apart around him. “Look Tyler,” He said, trying to convince him that he hadn’t done it, though he wasn’t very good at lying at that end of the gun. “I know you’re upset, but I loved her like…” He was cut off as Tyler took hold of him and slammed him against the wall, rage and hatred filling his normally calm eyes. “Loved her like a what? A father?" He practically laughed at the seeming insanity of this suggestion. "You never loved her. What father would abuse his child? What father would kill his child? You were no more a father to her than some stranger on the other side of the world.” Tyler said, his voice almost a hiss as he pressed the gun against the man’s head. “She deserved better.”
He turned and started to walk away, leaving the man relieved, though still worried, he could easily go to the police. A slight smirk crawled across the man’s face as Tyler walked away. “They’ll never take your word over mine.” He said, stopping Tyler in his tracks, “What’s stopping me from calling the police and telling them about this?” Tyler turned slowly, looking the man in the eyes. It seemed like an eternity, though it was only a few moments, and Tyler slowly brought the gun back to the level of the man’s head. He said nothing, not a single word, but pulled the trigger.
