Cosmin Viorel Luminitsa (Fin)

[COSMIN LUMINITSA]

Name: Cosmin Viorel Luminitsa
Age: 21
Gender: Male
class: low risk
Birthday: January 6th
Face Claim: Joe Jonas part of me died too
Height, and weight: 5'8
Personallity:

Cosmin's an oddball through and through. Though his alliance holds entirely to his own people, no one can honestly say they're his "friend". Not many, if any, know exactly what's going on inside that head of his, considering the boy is so keen on switching his moods without a second thought.

Cosmin enjoys festivities, dancing, singing, anything that involves parties. He loves being the center of attention, though knows when to allow others the lime light. Some say he's something of a "Puppeteer", watching things from the sidelines and manipulating people. This isn't to say he's a villain of course, though he is quite skilled at getting others to do as he wants.

The gypsy doesn't associate himself as a villain nor hero; his loyalty lies with his people. It doesn't matter to him what he has to do to ensure their safety, as nothing in the world is so important to him as the wellbeing of the Romanies. Ultimately, blind loyalty is his downfall.

Illness:

• Kleptomania :: Most things Cosmin will steal if he needs them, but sometimes his fingers wander.
  
• Bi-polar disorder :: Rapid moodswings are all too common for this gypsy; though he is good at hiding them.
  
• Narcissism :: He's attractive and knows it.
  
• Minor Schizoid personality disorder :: It's rare for Cosmin to care for anyone but himself and his family. On most matters, he's very apathetic.
  
• Zeusophobia :: Fear of God, Gods.

Family:

Ecaterina :: Deceased.
Pompiliu :: Deceased.
The Rest :: Too many to count.

History:

Cosmin's life is a shaded one. From a very young age, he was deemed an "outcast", begging for food on the streets. His mother and father, like him, were gypsies from Spain, and taught him everything he was to know.

As a child, his parents, quite along in life as it was, passed away. This was due to their old age, as well as the many illnesses present in their makeshift community. Though he was taken care of by the other gypsies present since his birth, Cosmin never really became all that close to anyone.

He soon learned to care for himself, fending off anyone that wished to harm him or his people. Naturally, this took quite awhile, and there were many situations where the boy took an awful beating for his bravery, though with time his body became accustomed to pain, and learned to fight back.

Over the course of his life, many children tagged along with Cosmin and his family. He didn't complain, and, so long as they weren't a hindrance and helped the group, were more than welcome. He didn't view it as kidnapping himself, seeing as they followed him, but society never likes to blame the children.

It wasn't uncommon for the gypsy to execute those that were a threat to him and his people. Hangings were the most common, though he would use a gun if need be. That isn't to say Cosmin would kill someone that simply stumbled across their camp. Indeed, he was more likely to be of help to someone lost than be malicious. Still, there was always those select few that meant nothing but harm and ill will. And though he's not proud of it, Cosmin had to force his hand to silence those that threatened to retrieve law enforcement.

If it will protect his family, Cosmin will do anything.

It took awhile because of their constant moving and nomad lifestyle, though the string of seemingly unrelated murders finally caught up with Cosmin. After much encouragement, he persuaded his family to run and help him later while he was apprehended. If he knew the law, and he did, the law wouldn't hesitate to capture those that were close to the guilty as well.

After being deemed legally insane (though he will deny it), Cosmin was sent to Aldridge Resort, and here he remains, biding his time until he can finally taste freedom once more.

Likes&Dislikes:

LIKES ::

• Bells/chimes :: Really, they're just soothing.
  
• Palm Reading :: The art is simple and easy to master, but it's one of the few things he really likes about "fortune-telling".
  
• Tarot Cards :: They're more tricky to understand, and one needs the proper perspective while reading them, but Cosmin believes they're accurate.
  
• Festivals :: Who doesn't enjoy a party? The crowds, the music, the festivities; they're all just so much fun.
  
• Freedom :: Cosmin's top priority. Without it, he isn't himself.
  
• Money :: Coming in second only after freedom.

DISLIKES ::

• Law Officials :: They just hate him.
  
• Rules :: He just hates them.
  
• Spies :: He's encountered a few of them in his day, and Cosmin doesn't tolerate them lightly.
  
• Trespassers :: Those that wander into his territory usually don't like the outcome.
  
• Traitors :: Something Cosmin will not tolerate. His loyalty is unwavering, no matter what. That someone wouldn't do the same for him is a personal offense.
  
• Medicine :: As stated, the bane of his existence.

Roleplayer Name/ Alias: Bon Bon~
Experience:

Mehhh...over two years.

Roleplay sample:

((A reply taken from another site, though still in character~))
Cosmin's lips parted slightly, as if to voice a protest as the snooty woman proceeded to stomp away, blind daughter in tow. He held back any words however, releasing his breath softly instead.

Without a moment's hesitation, the brunette let his trademark grin slip into place, raising a gloved hand to wave enthusiastically after them.

"Come back later, mademoiselle," he cried, letting a small chuckle float past his lips, "I'll be saving that dance for you!"

Oh, he knew all too well this would probably prompt the elderly female to become even angrier, perhaps turn around to give him a piece of her mind? Whatever the course of action, Cosmin was far too accustomed to prejudice treatment to be phased any longer.

Such was common for his people after all, and it still wasn't all that uncommon for them to be seen as unholy and evil. To be hated was one thing, but to be accused of witchcraft was another matter entirely, and Cosmin had held witness to too many executions to still have a soft heart. No, should he be shouted at, Cosmin might just have to force his hand into dowsing the woman in water. That or besting her in a battle of wits. Both were..equally satisfying.

"You can't be French sometimes, you know."

Glancing back to before him, the gypsy eyed the girl. On her chest she held the same cat that had earlier been attacking his clothing and, to Cosmin's slight disgust, she was using this as a reason to present her bosom quite provocatively towards the brunette. Not that he was a stranger to such advances, but perhaps Cosmin had fooled himself into thinking such blatant display of sexuality was only common amongst his own people. Perhaps he was wrong.

"Au contraire," he replied, raising a finger thoughtfully to rub at his chin, "I can." Choosing to continue, Cosmin figured he might as well twist his words, if only a little. "To be something is to speak it, act it, and appear it. Dacă eu nu vorbesc limba română, I'm then Romanian." A giggle fluttered past pink lips, perhaps a little mocking. "Understand?"

Without waiting for an answer, Cosmin's attention was diverted to the sound of, oh joyous, another cat. Not to say he had a particular dislike for felines, only..There seemed to be an excess amount present in this village, and he wasn't entirely certain what his views on it were.

This one didn't seem all that keen on coming forward however, which struck a curiousity chord within the gypsy. With a slight inhale, he raised the reed pipe to his lips once more and blew into the mouth piece, fingertips moving at a slow pace as if to coax the small animal closer. Cosmin would rather be adorably attacked then stoically shunned, after all.

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Word Count: 473

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