Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2014 8:12:07 GMT -8
VICTORY RUSH TUSCOS
"Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?"
NICKNAMES: Rory, Vici, Tori.
GENDER: Female.
SEXUALITY: Straight.
AGE: 20
GROUP: College Students.
BEST FRIEND: OPEN
GOOD TERMS: OPEN
LOVER: OPEN
ENEMIES: OPEN
TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF.
Well were should I start? Hmm. I guess I'll start off simple. My name is Victory Rush Tuscos, or more often than not, just plain Rory, or even more preferably, Vici. It's kind of a boy's name, yes, but my parents picked it out before I was born and happened to know I was a girl. It describes me almost perfectly too. I can be overbearing and a little too proud at times-- since I really cannot stand losing to basically anyone. I like feeling superior to others and being the best of the best. Victory? Oh yes please. I love to feel powerful. I sound pretty arrogant, I know and I don't really give a damn what you think of me, but rather the people I actually like. I'm not here for you entertainment. This comes very happily in tune with my rather sarcastic side. Sarcasm has ran in my family for only God knows how long. After all, nothing is more discouraging than unappreciated sarcasm!
My sarcasm has bonded with a tougher part of me in a way. I put up walls to keep others out of my life and my thoughts. It's hard for someone outside of my brain to understand how I function. I mean, I function just fine, but just in a different style. My worst fear is letting someone in to the real me, and not being loved for it. And by putting up these walls, that's exactly what I hope to prevent. To me, that's better than feeling hurt for the millionth time under the son. I would love to find someone, though, that could love my flaws. I doubt it, but I figure you must always have hope, right? Because what are we without it. Me? I'd just be a sexy girl with her nose in a college text book.
TELL ME MORE, PLEASE? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
Someone thinks I'm that interesting? Damn, you must be drunk. Whatever. Anyways, I come from a small town in the middle of bfe (butt-f*ck-egypt for all you city folk) where it absolutely sucked. Growning up there is what formed me really; it was a town where the only thing to do was to try and make it through the week and then party every Friday night. Whether you like it or not- you would be in that pew on Sunday morning too, ready to thank the Lord for letting you live through another drunken haze. My grades were perfect until my senior year, and then they fell some, but I kept them high enough to get the hell out of there and come here to Modesto. Cali life is so much better than the nothingness of home in the winter.
THAT’S INTERESTING. CAN YOU TELL ME A SECRET OR TWO? I PROMISE NOT TO TELL.
#1. I can be stupidly pessimistic if you let me.
#2. I'm not nearly as innocent as people think I am & I look damn good in a cocktail dress.
#3. (Oh look you even get a bonus secret you lucky bastard, you) I am scare shitless of storms. It storms? I hide.