Post by Darack Martinez on Mar 21, 2008 7:14:15 GMT -5
and you are?[/li][li]Jose Martinez- CEO of large company
your name: Ashlynn =D
age: 16 and a quarter xD
years of rping: three and a half... maybe more but on and off.
how'd you find us? Umm, look at Ali's profile thing.Darack Jose Martinez
full name: Darack Jose Martinez
nicknames: D, DJ,Jose, there is only one person allowed to call him that.
age: 22
birthdate: 7/4/1986
gender: Male
sexuality: Straight
wealth status: He is rich, and he will not lie about it.
occupation currently held, if any: None, he does not feel the need.
social standing: Adult.
let's get physical,
height: 6'5
weight: 245
hair color: brown and black. It's a mix
eye color:Gorgeous puppy dog brown eyes.
tattoos/piercings: One tattoo. Three simple and small chinese letter that spell out Ali's name. "Ali" the symbolds reside on his right upper bicep.
portrayed by: Mr. Mario Lopez
physical appearance in depth: Now this is a man who has the looks. From the top down is how we will go. Mark stands a good six feet five inches tall. Yes, he had always been rather tall. He had played basketball, and football. His build supported that too. His muscles had always rippled from his broad, extremely attractive chest to his calves. He had always been the guy girls wanted. His tanned skin was amazingly clear and well kept, no acne to be seen.
His face literally looked as though God himself designed the features. His eyes were spaced perfectly and those chocolate brown puppy dog eyes were the eyes that made girls melt. His strong jaw was wide but defined perfectly again his cheek bones and lips. His smile was endearing. And that accent he had, oh, it was to die for. He was just gorgeous, but his face was not the best of it.
Now to his middle. A six-pack. Oh yes, he held onto his six-pack by working out for hours a day. His broad chest was strong and chiseled against his bulging biceps. Believe it or not, he had had a tattoo put on his shoulder. Three small letters. Three small letters that were the name of an ex girlfriend. An ex girlfriend he very much so still loved; yet he had no idea where she was. Though he was going to find her. But back to his amazing looks.
Dareck now had strong legs. Very strong legs. They were very wide, and very muscled. His hip bones cut down to his defined legs that actually had made many guys jealous. Not only did he have the Prettiest, richest, and friendliest girlfriend in New York, but he took many other girls from their men. He was gorgeous. There wasn’t much else to describe it.
and i'll get to know you,
likes:(must list at least five)
- Women
- Sex
- recreational drugs but nothing hard
- fighting
- money
- caramel ANYTHING
dislikes:(must list at least five)
- When he doesn't get what he wants
- Having people question him, maybe saying he has an ulterior motive, normally he does.
- Cops
- Idiots asking dumb questions
- The fact Ali can resist him
- Cinnamon
personality:This was his down fall. D had come the notice that he was attractive by the fourth grade. Yeah, he learned at young age of how attractive he was. He was also rich, and that didn’t help anything out. He was the absolutely opposite of what many girls wanted, besides his body of course. He had that asshole ego that came out whenever he had a fit.
Yes, lets move to his anger issues. Dareck is very good at luring girls into him. He had done it was many girls including that one girl that he had realized he was very much in love with. His ways of doing things were luring them in, and then showing his true colors once they were already trapped in his web. That one girl hod often called him a black widow. Yes, she knew that he was not a girl. But in case you didn’t know a black widow would eat her mate if he stuck around after the dirty deed. D of course did not eat anyone unless you were talking about eating out, but that was not the point. He knew how to make girls want him; he got them to love him with that hot accent and that god sent body. Then he got rough.
Yes, rough. He would not give it a second thought to hit a girl. He had hit that girl numerous times. Oh hell, might as well come out with it. D had hit Aliana Marie Lyn Donahue on many occasions. The dumb skank had made him though. No, not a skank, just a dumb blonde. He couldn’t say anything bad about her. When she had disappeared something had broken in him. But back to his anger issues. He was definitely the jealous type. He snapped on more than one occasion on Ali is public. Granted, she was the only girl he had ever hit, but still. He had hit her.
But there was a sweet side to him. He was capable of loving. He had loved her with all his heart. The only problem was that he has not realized this till she had moved to god knows where. Yeah. It hurt. He knew he had done it to himself. He had literally beat the hell out of her when that Mob Boss’s son had asked her to marry him. Really, he had done it because he was just so angry that someone was making a move on his piece of ass. Oh well, she was gone now, and when he found her, shit would hit the fan. He was the kind that would hold a grudge for what seemed like forever, and until the grudge was finally made up, he would easily act like nothing was wrong. All in All, he was a spitfire.
a little bit better,
history in depth: D was raised in Manhattan. He was born to an upper class family. Not as upper class as some, but he was right up there. His Father being a big CEO type deal man, and his mom being the lawyer of Christian Donahue. Yeah, they were pretty up their in the lineage. He was just born to the right family, with the right looks. Being born into such a wealthy family he had definitely been spoiled. The only child has easily become the only priority to his Mom. He had learned quickly that he could get away with murder if it came down to it.
Being an only child he had been spoiled just right down to it. He wanted a new bike, boom, that bike was there. He wanted some money to go get some toys, bam, the money was in his hand. He wanted a girl, wham, she was lying naked on his bed. Ha, that he had not gotten from his parents, but he still had gotten it. Besides the point. He had never been told no. Never. He was very much so spoiled. He knew he was the Devil’s Spawn at times, but he had never been told no. By anyone, over everything. Maybe that was what had brought on his anger issues that struck him later on in life.
He had been a good child. His attitude had no come along til the fourth grade, just about when he realized he was a blessed boy. He began thinking right off quick that he was the cat’s meow. He stood out in crowd. Not for being Latin, but more or less because he was attractive. Believe it or not, in the fourth grade, he had already been getting some. Pervs, no. Not sex as in getting some, ha, more of kissing. He lost his make out virginity in the fourth grade to a steamy hot Aliana. Marie. The face, the body, the personality of an angel. Well, she was a goddess to him. He had wanted her from the fourth grade till the year of her being a Freshmen and him being a Junior. He had gotten her that year. He had gotten all Of her. That was when he had realized she was nowhere near the virgin he had hoped she had been. Of course he was pissed. He had been gypped of what he had thought he had been guaranteed. Then she had told him what had happened to her at the young age of ten. This had disgusted him for a little bit, but her body soon won him over. Damn, she was hot. Soon he had found himself falling head over heels for the spicy blonde that had stolen his heart.
She didn’t even know. She had lured him. He loved her with all his heart, but he hadn’t shown it. He couldn’t. That would’ve made him a pussy, so he had pushed her around a bit. Made him afraid of him. That was the way to go. She wouldn’t run if she was afraid. So that’s what he did. In honesty he had never lost it on her. Well, only once. That was the day the mob boss’s son Jacob Salvatore had asked her to marry him. She had turned him down, but that wasn’t the fucking point. She had to have done something to lead that insignificant bastard on. So he had shown her who was boss.
When he was dating her, he had not been faithful. He had hardly ever been faithful to her. But he had loved her. One night he had made a mistake. A big mistake. He had been drunk. Very drunk. So drunk he could hardly tell who it was he was leading to his room. But he sure as hell knew it was not Ali. The girl was not as attractive, or as blonde. Yes, ha, blonde. Her hair color was more of a strawberry. While he was giving it to her. There was no better way to put it. He wasn’t being compassionate about it, he was fucking her brains out. Her moans had filled the room, had over powered the blaring music. That was when the love of his life had walked in and freaked right the hell out. She had picked up a glass vase, a friggan five hundred dollar vase, and threw It against the wall. She had then picked up his Big Papi signed baseball and she chucked it out the open window next to the bed. She had screamed, throwing a fit. Her spoiled natures had come out. She had then picked up his prized possession. His glass engraved sculpture that was signed by every member of Menudo. She picked the damn thing up and smashed it at her feet. He remembered what she had said then ”I fucking hate you, you mother fucking bastard. And you,” she had pointed square at Kristin with a smirk “Consider yourself Royally fucked.” Ahh, the good old Ali he knew and loved. Ali had turned on her heels and began for the door. But he had already yanked up his boxers. Grabbing her arm he looked her in the eyes. This time, he had been served what he had never been before. Her hand stuck him hard in the jaw. Not a slap, mind you, a punch. A right hook. He had fallen to the ground. Grasping his jaw he had looked up at her. That was when she had chucked the diamond ring from her ring finger into the fish tank. “Marry the skank sitting on your bed, babe.” Ali had said and slammed the door behind her.
Needless to say. There was no more Kristin. He had been driving the bitch home, he was so drunk, and he was swerved off the road. Hitting a tree, she had been ejected and died. She had slammed head on into a tree. He hadn’t been sad, more afraid for his perfect life. Of course, money prevailed over all, and he got off with some community service and a slap on the wrist. Ahh, the fine art of justice. He had gotten away with everything, but hell. Ali was gone. She was gone and he had to find her. A tip had sent him here. Here to Seattle Washington. This beloved city. He knew she was here, and he was going to find that bitch.
addictions: if you consider drinking an addiction.
criminal record: Assault.
aspirations: There is nothing he wants more than to get Aliana back. She is his life, his everything. I mean, the fool was engaged to her. They had set a date for the Latin style Wedding, but no, he messed it up. Now there is not a single thing in his life he regrets more than letting her walk out. But she had fought back, and that had really surprised him to say the least. Also, he was indeed accepted into Harvard Law, maybe he would go. He had always wanted to be a lawyer.
than before,
the family:
[/li][li]Johanna Martinez- One of the three lawyer of Donahue Enteprises.
pets: None, but thinking of buying a puppy.
anything else: no... just that he had never hit any other girl before, and even after she had left he had not hit any of the other girls he was with. He's really not that bad of guy. He can be very sweet, but something about her. Something drives him nuts about her. Maybe it's how much he loves her, or maybe it's how much he hates her. It one extreme or the other, take your pick.
Dareck had always been the man to have. That was just the way it had always been, and the way it always would be. Girls had wanted to have him since he was young. His body was chiseled and very well maintained. His six pack abs, his bulging biceps, hot cut hip bones, his muscled legs, his.. ha.. very nice package. Yes. He had always been the man girls wanted, needed, and sometimes had to have. He knew it. This was probably why he had such an ego. His ego was larger than all the egos in California together. He had always been like that though. Course, most people got used to it. They just ignored it. That was what they had learned to do. He had a lot of friends. He had never lacked in his friends. Many, not so loyal, but a choice few held up under the pressure. He had never trusted people too much, if there was something that would land his ass in jail, you weren’t knowing it. That was the way he was and that was probably for the best. He had always been on the cops “To get” list. So he had to watch his ass, or they’d be on it in a second. Covering his tracks was the best way to go.
D had only been beaten up once. He had gotten into many fights. Too many to count on all fingers and toes. He had never been suspended though for it. More than half of the fights being in school. But he was rich, his mother was a known Lawyer, especially since she represented Donahue Empire Enterpriises. They didn’t dare suspend him. Though he had kicked a lot of ass in high school. Some of it had been because of Ali, some had been because of what the people were running their mouths about, and some just because it was Monday. Back to the point. D had only been beaten up once. He had had a good old-fashioned ass wooping. Mark Donahue had fucking kicked his ass but good. When Mark first found out that D had screwed her and literally had beaten her while doing it. He had hunted D down, and just let him have it. He had beaten the hell out of him. Now, you would think that would’ve taught him not too be rough with her. But no. That was not how it worked.
There was really only one girl that had stolen D’s heart, and she had stolen all of it. That goddess like girl had mesmerized him. Her body was astonishing. Her piercing blue eyes had enchanted him, and her personality was amazing. Not to mention his Mom worked for her Dad. So he had known her for practically ever. Her name was Aliana Marie Lyn Donahue. She was amazing. Those friggan legs. Damn. Those legs were amazing. Her in general was amazing. It seemed as though anything she did was sexy. As simple as that little smirk that seemed so natural and effortless to him. The way her body tensed when he was inside her and pushing against her. The way she could hold eye contact, no matter how intense the gaze was. She was the girl for him. He needed her. The day she had left had ruined his life. He had never known he loved her so much. But when he thought of never being around her again, his heart ached. He couldn’t get out of his own way, and he felt sick.
These feeling were unknown to him. He had always been the strong one. The one to not show any emotion at all. For god’s sake. He hadn’t even been faithful to her. He had slept with her best friend, many fucking times. That girl was nowhere near the lay that Ali was, but when Ali was not giving him any, Kristin had been a good fuck job. Now she was gone, and he had slept with a few girls since then but now he was in Seattle. In this city of hopes and dreams. The hopes of many lovers, looking for adventure. Hell, just go to New York, that’s where all the fun happened. Hell, this place was nothing compared to the fast paced street of New York and Manhattan.
D found himself sitting at the bar of where.. Wait, where the hell was he? He wasn’t sure. Jarek’s… Jason’s?.. Janie’s? No, no NO. Where the frig was he. He really could tell you as he grasped the shot of tequila, letting the burning liquid slide down his throat. He then chased it with the vodka and ice that also sat on the bar ahead of him. A groan was released as he slapped the glass down on the bar. What better way to drown his sorrows than by sipping some tequila. Now he was done with the tequila, it was time for some bourbon. ”Yeah. I need a bourbon.” he watched the bar tender pull out a shot glass and D shook his head. ”No, no. I need a full glass of that shit.” He wasn’t drunk yet. No, not yet, he sure as hell wasn’t thinking straight as he turned and look to the floor. He noticed a blonde. A blonde that was looking like she was having the time of her life. Her body was hardly clothed. A white slouch top, probably Gucci,, and what looked like a Versace denim mine. Daaa-yum. That girl was fine beyond belief. Her body was slamming. D turned, grasping the glass of bourbon and raising it to his lips as he turned back around on his bar stool and watched the blonde some more.
His eyes had then taken a turn to the man who had placed himself rather close to her and had his hands on her hips. He was not bad at dancing either. But damn, that blonde. She could move she almost reminded him of. Wait, what? He shook his head lightly and squinted. ”Oh my fucking god!” he snarled and he slammed the glass down, the cold liquid spraying up everywhere. That dumb whore. She had moved to Seattle just to get some ass. That dumb bitch, she thought she could get away with treating him like that. Oh, she was in for a surprise. Dareck watched the two. They were grinding. Grinding, what the hell, they were practically screwing on the dance floor. His hand. They were on his woman. He had his hand on her body, the body he owned. He turned around, unable to watch them any longer. He couldn’t bring himself to watch. He finished his bourbon just in time. He followed the two out the door, and he had gotten into his black corvette. Needless to say, he had learned where she now lived. Spoiled bitch, that was one nice house. He would get back at her, oh he would. There was no doubting that. That fucking multi million dollar trust was suppose to be half his. Why the hell else would he marry her? Hmm, maybe that sweet little inheritance and trust fund she had in her name.
Hell, she was one rich girl, and that fucking dick was going with her, in her house, to fuck his girl. To say the least he was not a happy camper. He still thought of Ali as his woman. She would always be. Her name was branded on his arm for Pete’s sake. He loved her, no matter how she acted. And he definitely loved her for how she looked. That was no lie. Those legs that flowed up to that toned, and defined mid section, that led up to those perfectly rounded supple C cup breasts, then that face. Oh, what to say about that face. She had the face of an angel. That cute little nose, those bright blue hued eyes that were so fierce when she was angry. Oh man, she was so sexy when she was angry. Hot, she was hot. Her whole being was just steamy hot. He loved it. He loved her.
He actually really hated the fact that he was indeed, still in love with that… that… amazing woman. He had just tried so hard to call her something bad but he really couldn’t bring himself to do it. His body ached for her again. To feel her body moving under his as he pressed his body to her. To feel that smooth skin upon his, those soft hands upon him, and her hair in his hands. He did love those eyes of her. Damn, he was whipped. But she sure would be getting one hell of a whipping when he got his hands around that slender neck.
D had only been beaten up once. He had gotten into many fights. Too many to count on all fingers and toes. He had never been suspended though for it. More than half of the fights being in school. But he was rich, his mother was a known Lawyer, especially since she represented Donahue Empire Enterpriises. They didn’t dare suspend him. Though he had kicked a lot of ass in high school. Some of it had been because of Ali, some had been because of what the people were running their mouths about, and some just because it was Monday. Back to the point. D had only been beaten up once. He had had a good old-fashioned ass wooping. Mark Donahue had fucking kicked his ass but good. When Mark first found out that D had screwed her and literally had beaten her while doing it. He had hunted D down, and just let him have it. He had beaten the hell out of him. Now, you would think that would’ve taught him not too be rough with her. But no. That was not how it worked.
There was really only one girl that had stolen D’s heart, and she had stolen all of it. That goddess like girl had mesmerized him. Her body was astonishing. Her piercing blue eyes had enchanted him, and her personality was amazing. Not to mention his Mom worked for her Dad. So he had known her for practically ever. Her name was Aliana Marie Lyn Donahue. She was amazing. Those friggan legs. Damn. Those legs were amazing. Her in general was amazing. It seemed as though anything she did was sexy. As simple as that little smirk that seemed so natural and effortless to him. The way her body tensed when he was inside her and pushing against her. The way she could hold eye contact, no matter how intense the gaze was. She was the girl for him. He needed her. The day she had left had ruined his life. He had never known he loved her so much. But when he thought of never being around her again, his heart ached. He couldn’t get out of his own way, and he felt sick.
These feeling were unknown to him. He had always been the strong one. The one to not show any emotion at all. For god’s sake. He hadn’t even been faithful to her. He had slept with her best friend, many fucking times. That girl was nowhere near the lay that Ali was, but when Ali was not giving him any, Kristin had been a good fuck job. Now she was gone, and he had slept with a few girls since then but now he was in Seattle. In this city of hopes and dreams. The hopes of many lovers, looking for adventure. Hell, just go to New York, that’s where all the fun happened. Hell, this place was nothing compared to the fast paced street of New York and Manhattan.
D found himself sitting at the bar of where.. Wait, where the hell was he? He wasn’t sure. Jarek’s… Jason’s?.. Janie’s? No, no NO. Where the frig was he. He really could tell you as he grasped the shot of tequila, letting the burning liquid slide down his throat. He then chased it with the vodka and ice that also sat on the bar ahead of him. A groan was released as he slapped the glass down on the bar. What better way to drown his sorrows than by sipping some tequila. Now he was done with the tequila, it was time for some bourbon. ”Yeah. I need a bourbon.” he watched the bar tender pull out a shot glass and D shook his head. ”No, no. I need a full glass of that shit.” He wasn’t drunk yet. No, not yet, he sure as hell wasn’t thinking straight as he turned and look to the floor. He noticed a blonde. A blonde that was looking like she was having the time of her life. Her body was hardly clothed. A white slouch top, probably Gucci,, and what looked like a Versace denim mine. Daaa-yum. That girl was fine beyond belief. Her body was slamming. D turned, grasping the glass of bourbon and raising it to his lips as he turned back around on his bar stool and watched the blonde some more.
His eyes had then taken a turn to the man who had placed himself rather close to her and had his hands on her hips. He was not bad at dancing either. But damn, that blonde. She could move she almost reminded him of. Wait, what? He shook his head lightly and squinted. ”Oh my fucking god!” he snarled and he slammed the glass down, the cold liquid spraying up everywhere. That dumb whore. She had moved to Seattle just to get some ass. That dumb bitch, she thought she could get away with treating him like that. Oh, she was in for a surprise. Dareck watched the two. They were grinding. Grinding, what the hell, they were practically screwing on the dance floor. His hand. They were on his woman. He had his hand on her body, the body he owned. He turned around, unable to watch them any longer. He couldn’t bring himself to watch. He finished his bourbon just in time. He followed the two out the door, and he had gotten into his black corvette. Needless to say, he had learned where she now lived. Spoiled bitch, that was one nice house. He would get back at her, oh he would. There was no doubting that. That fucking multi million dollar trust was suppose to be half his. Why the hell else would he marry her? Hmm, maybe that sweet little inheritance and trust fund she had in her name.
Hell, she was one rich girl, and that fucking dick was going with her, in her house, to fuck his girl. To say the least he was not a happy camper. He still thought of Ali as his woman. She would always be. Her name was branded on his arm for Pete’s sake. He loved her, no matter how she acted. And he definitely loved her for how she looked. That was no lie. Those legs that flowed up to that toned, and defined mid section, that led up to those perfectly rounded supple C cup breasts, then that face. Oh, what to say about that face. She had the face of an angel. That cute little nose, those bright blue hued eyes that were so fierce when she was angry. Oh man, she was so sexy when she was angry. Hot, she was hot. Her whole being was just steamy hot. He loved it. He loved her.
He actually really hated the fact that he was indeed, still in love with that… that… amazing woman. He had just tried so hard to call her something bad but he really couldn’t bring himself to do it. His body ached for her again. To feel her body moving under his as he pressed his body to her. To feel that smooth skin upon his, those soft hands upon him, and her hair in his hands. He did love those eyes of her. Damn, he was whipped. But she sure would be getting one hell of a whipping when he got his hands around that slender neck.
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