Tarak Acosta

[Tarak Acosta]

TARAK ACOSTA


We won't be forgotten
We'll never give in
This war we've achieved
Has allowed us to win

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Age: 22
Experience: 5 Years
How You Found Us: I PWN U
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[/b] Tarak Acosta
Nickname(s): Tarak to you. Just Tarak.
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Birthday: May 3
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Grade: Senior
Canon or OC: Canon
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[/b] Jet Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5'9
Weight: 165 lbs
Clothing Style: Surprisingly T.A.'s favorite color is red, though for some reason he tends to wear a lot of black. Black is not quite his favorite color, but it seems to be one of his favorites to wear besides red and white. He is really a t shirt and jeans type of guy however unless he is weight training or playing sports. His favorite type of footwear is something comfortable and easy to run in: usually mid-cut skate shoes or on the extremely rare occasion, a pair of chucks since they make it easy to grip the ground.
Distinguishing Marks or Physical Traits: He has hair missing from the middle of his left eyebrow, like a diagonal type of scar. Also has a jagged gash on his back around half an inch thick going down his left shoulder blade to mid-spine. A tribal sun tattooed on his upper right shoulder, and a Viper entwined around his right forearm, the head tattooed across the back of his hand.

Played by: Taylor Lautner

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motorcycles
scars
tattoos
weight lifting
night/going out at night
junk food/take out
veggies

Dislikes:

being awake during the day
people, they annoy him
pointless arguing
cabbage
being bossed around
being afraid of anything

Strengths:

Using his gang as back up/ to his advantage
Deception/Lying
Brawn over brain

Weaknesses:

His family: he can be manipulated through them
His father
He sees his fears as a weakness

Fears :

Losing anymore family, by death or by prison
Losing any Vipers
Losing a fight

Goals:

Stay out of prison
Vipers for life
(Not a very future-oriented person, as you can see)

Overall Personality: Tarak's attitude is plain and simple: I'll do whatever the fuck I want, when I want. He listens to nobody, and is basically his own boss. He does what he wants, when he wants, without worrying or thinking of the consequences. This kid was voted most likely to end up in jail since middle school. He has a bad temper as well, and is the guy who usually throws the first punch.

he honestly hates being bossed around, even by KC. Though he listens to KC most of the time cause the dude is like a big brother to him. Though Tarak is not necessarily the smartest of the bunch, he has definitely got street smarts and he knows how to survive if he truly has to. He is definitely the type of guy who puts bravado up as a defense to keep people out, and hates showing weakness.

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[/b]Marisol Acosta (35)
Father: Ramon Acosta (36)
Sibling(s): Maria Acosta, 12, Isabel Acosta, 7, Jessa Acosta, 5
Pets: None
Other Family: Qadan Ramirez, his uncle and aunt
Nationality: Hispanic/Mexican-American
Hometown: Brooklyn, New York
Overall History: Tarak is definitely that kid who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks...and let it get to him. He had an okay relationship with his father, sometimes things would work between them, sometimes...when he came home a bit drunk, he would take it out on Tarak In some sick twisted way, Tarak loved and hated his father. He hated the beatings, but figured that it was just his frustrations, it wasn't his father's fault, twisting it so that it made the beatings okay.

So by the time he was 12, he had become really attached to his father. He'd also made friends with kids in the local area, grown up in Brooklyn, went to all the local schools -- hell, he'd even turned into the school bully many times over. Much the same way his father had taken his frustrations out on him, Tarak took his own frustrations out on other kids, and still takes them out on the world.

When Tarak's dad got locked up for assault when he was 12, Tarak nearly shut down. He became cruel and cold, taking it personally. He hated the system, hated cops and wished for his father back. He joined a local gang and hung out with other equally frustrated kids who had lost their fathers to the system or just had nowhere to go. Rather than stay away from the path his father had run down, Tarak simply seemed to be hurtling toward it. He picks fights without blinking, figuring it easier to shut kids down than let it go. He sells drugs to help buy weapons for his gang, a habit which some of them have taken up as well. As the Second, or VP to the Vipers...he HAS to be tough. Tarak....you don't want to mess with.


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[/b] nahhhh brah, it'll all come out in rp
Code Word: admin edit

RP Sample:

Cael cleared his throat, resting on his elbows though what he really wanted to do was lie back down and go back to sleep, no matter where he was. He didn't care what happened to him, he'd been perfectly fine all night hadn't he? If no one had slit his throat, he was fine by his standards. But Cael remained where he was, resting his weight on his elbows, despite the fact that leaning up seemed to make his head swim and pound. He was no stranger to hang overs, in fact they'd gotten a little bit better and better over time. At least now he wasn't puking. But a hangover, was still a hangover. Cael tilted his head back but it didn't make it feel any better so he looked Jynx in the eye as she asked him about coffee again.

Cael's expression wasn't very inviting, so he could understand her weak smile. His mouth was caught in some sort of twisted snarl thanks to the hangover and being woken up by a stranger, eyes narrowed and slightly red as his eyebrows were drawn downward... Well yeah, his look could scare anyone off. It wasn't his intention, it was just habit.

His eyes followed her hands to her iPhone as he tried to warm up his brain in a sense, deciding on going either defensive mode or pretty girl mode as she checked the time. He wasn't entirely sure where he was so when she offered him a place somewhere familiar, it sounded a little inviting. So she went to his school, did she? Well the last place he wanted to go was school with his stomach beginning to churn, but admittedly school was one of his few safe havens thanks to the fact that it gave him a legitimate reason not to be home.

"A ride sounds good," he mumbled. He shook his head slightly as she mentioned the coffee one last time. He didn't want to be alert right now, in fact he just planned on going back to sleep once he got to school. Coffee would just mean an alert hangover. He was beginning to notice her low tone of voice and was grateful for it, as well as the fact that he couldn't see the sun. Plus, well, Cael was a sucker for a pretty face. Though his shields were still up, he decided to be at least a little inviting. " 'm Cael."

He waited until she moved, carefully squinting his eyes as he got up off the church steps, rising til he was standing. The sun really began to burn, a ring around his eyes in searing pain, so he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pair of shades. He slid the dark sunglasses over his eyes so they were no longer visible and as an after thought to the disgusting taste in his mouth, he pulled out his smokes, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it as he stood there. That taste was better than the taste of ass any day.

He noticed a car still running by the side of the road, so he figured she wasn't from last night. Far from it probably. So instead he asked, his voice flat, "Go to middleton huh?" He took a long, grateful drag on the cigarette before he exhaled the smoke out the sides of his mouth. "Sorry," he apologized, trying to turn away as he did so so that it wouldn't catch her in the face.

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