Post by Myranda on Jul 8, 2010 11:59:23 GMT -6
Henrik Stathis
Full Name:
Henrik Caj Stathis
Nicknames:
Caj.
Age:
19.
Gender:
Male.
Ethnicity:
Some Italian, but mostly Greek.
Birthplace:
Soronida, Greece.
Occupation:
Tattoo Artist! ♥
Orientation:
As straight as they come.
Status:
Single.
Social Status:
Druggie- not really a partier.
Height:
6'0.
Weight:
175 lbs.
Personality:
He prefers to be called 'Caj,' but 'Henrik,' works fine as well. Just, whatever you do, don't call him anything other than those two names. You see, if you make up a name for him, or call him something like 'kid,' or 'buddy,' he'll punch you in your face without hesitation. He doesn't give a damn if you're male or female, old or young. He doesn't care if you're rich or poor- he'll take your money. He doesn't care if you're elite or ignorant- he'll pick your brain. He certainly doesn't care if you're generous or greedy- he'll treat you the same.
Well, the same for the most part. He starts out with a certain amount of respect for you (not too much, don't get cocky) and you can gain or lose it from there. You'll most likely lose it, so no getting hopes up that you'll actually gain his trust. He's much smarter than your average foreigner; he knows a lot about Americans that even Americans themselves don't see. Like the fact that they are a little too infatuated with sex, food, and television. The fact that if they saw something awful being done, they wouldn't do a thing to stop it. They'd say "I'm not involved, I won't get into it," and just let the poor skinny kid get the complete shit beaten out of him.
But, all of this is coming from a drug addict who can't go a day without a hit off of acid, or more than six hours without a pain pill. Yeah, all of this from a guy who hates humanity and makes it clear, even going to the extremes of stowing away on an airplane to America. He knew his parents wouldn't mind because, well, they're dead. He's on a mission to find himself through other people (as much as he hates them) and he'll do whatever it takes to accomplish that mission. The hard part is already finished, all he has to do is make some friends.
Maybe making friends is pretty difficult, too, when you're such an incredible asshole. He can look you in the eye and decide he knows already what a terrible person you are, unless you prove him wrong. And, no, going up and saying "hi" with a sweet smile isn't going to do the trick. Buying him dinner won't do the trick. Seducing him won't do the trick. It takes a little bit more intelligence than that. But, hey! Here's wishing you good luck on getting through to the kid.
History:
The newspaper headline read "Couple Killed in Drunk Driving Accident,' in March of 1999. It was an unfortuantely common headline to everyone except young Caj, who was only eleven at the time. It was a simple death, nothing fancy like burning in a house fire or being held hostage and then murdered. But, it was still murder nonetheless and the young boy swore revenge.
The funeral was very fancy- the family was wealthy, high up on the social scale. Caj recieved a nice amount of money off of it. He was so young, he couldn't touch a penny of it until he turned eighteen. That didn't stop the sick people out there who tried to adopt (and on one occasion, even marry) him. But, he was smarter than them. He was forced to live with his drunk aunt who he hated passionately- it was people like her that killed his parents, after all.
Living with the woman wasn't actually all too bad. She didn't keep tabs on him, so he could do whatever he wanted. It was within the ages 13 and 15 that he developed an addiction to pain killers; keep in mind that the pain pills made in Greece are far less effective than the ones made in America. Greece's pain pills are pathetic compared to America's, but they still did the trick for young Caj. It was between the ages 15 and 17 that he decided to try ecstasy, heroine, and acid.
He never tried methamphetamines because he was afraid of losing his teeht, but the mixture of all the other drugs he did try really took a toll on his brain. By the age of eighteen his brain was scattered; not fried. As a result he often sees things that aren't there. He once walked in on his girlfriend having sex with another guy and ended up beating the shit out of her- even though she wasn't having sex, she was simply taking a nap.
He soon realized that he needed to make his way to America. California, to be exact. He needed to find out who he was capable of being and who he needed to be. In risk of sounding corny, he needed to find himself. Now, finally having made it to California with his large lump sum of inheritance money, he works as a tattoo artist at the local parlor and spends his time judging Americans by their secrets.
Other:
His accent is pretty thick- and sometimes hard to understand. It's easiest just to pretend you know what he just said instead of asking 'what?' a million times. That way, you don't get on his nerves.