<a class="postlink" href="http://shechive.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/ian-somerhalder-1.jpg?w=500&amp;h=635">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Name: Ricari Delvano<br/>Age:30<br/>Race: Caucasian<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Height: 6'3<br/>Weight: 150 lb<br/>Personality: Tough, anger issues<br/>Sexuality: Straight<br/>Dreams: Make up for the past<br/>Fears: Not living up to his father's expectations<br/>Strengths: Intelligent, insightful, charismatic<br/>Weaknesses: alcohol<br/>-----------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Some people say that the path life gives you is hard; it's never easy, and Ricari would definitely be one of those people that agreed with this sentiment. But sometimes the reason the path was bumpy was due to personal choices and mistakes. His late teenage years had been spent running with the wrong crowd, but he'd had his nose buried so deep in the bottle that he didn't even care. His gang had run amok in town causing all kinds of mischief and getting into all kinds of trouble with the police.<br/><br/>And he had a lot of trouble with anger issues. The simplest things could have him steaming, and it caused him to get into a lot of fighters. He even got into fights with his own gang members.<br/><br/>His father had tried to get him to change his ways, but change cannot occur in someone who didn't want to change. His father had finally gotten fed up with his nonsense when he'd come home after a drunken fight with someone at a local bar. He was kicked out and sent on his way.<br/><br/>His uncle took him in. He was a strict man. A Catholic man. Ricari brought his bad attitude with him, but the old man stamped it out of him rather swiftly. He brought Ricari with him to church, and Ricari slowly changed. This didn't happen overnight, of course. And his alcoholism was still very much a problem.<br/><br/>At the young age of 24, Ricari sobered up. He attended AA meetings. And eventually he no longer delved into the bottle as a solution to his problems. But after a few years, he lapsed. He went back to the bottle. But he was more conservative.<br/><br/>And he stayed there in that town until his uncle passed away from a heart attack. But he'd learned a lot living there with that old man, and his death had caused him to reflect on his poor relationship with his father. He decided then that it was time to go back. At 30 years old he was going to return to the town he had tormented as a troubled youth.<br/><br/>But after a few years, he lapsed. He went back to the bottle. But he was more conservative. At least that's what he told himself. He kept his head down.<br/><br/>He quit his job at the local gas station and took off in his 1985 Plymouth Duster that his uncle had given to him ages ago.<br/><br/>The trip was long, but he eventually got home. He recalled seeing his father for the first time since he was a teen. He was an old man, in his late 70s. He was more on the plump side with gruff mustache and grizzled hair that was beginning to thin.<br/><br/>His father took one look at him, and smiled.<br/><br/>He had said, "welcome home, son."<br/><br/>That was that. No questions. No other remarks. He welcomed the son he'd lost contact with for over 14 years without ultimatum.<br/><br/>Of course, Ricari didn't plan to live with his dad for too long. He eventually planned to move out. His uncle had left him with a decent sum of money and he planned to use it to tear down the old bar he had frequented so much as a child and construct a Catholic Church in the hopes that it would be a positive influence one someone else's life the way it was on his.<br/><br/>After all, he was far from nostalgic about that old bar. He had so many bed memories about the old place.<br/><br/>Regardless, he was presently standing outside a place called Clancy's. He was going to get himself a drink and maybe see what was going on. He was wearing a white shirt with black jeans and a leather jacket. It was a slightly nippy evening. The music wasn't really his speed-he preferred stuff The White Stripes-but it was something he could deal with.<br/><br/>As he was walking, he noticed someone that looked vaguely familiar, so he walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. The next moment he found himself on the ground with a sharp pain in the back of his head and a boot on his neck.<br/><br/>"Hey, calm down lady. I was just trying to say hello," he spat. He could feel the flame of anger licking at him already. And the pain in the back of his head from where it connected with the floor wasn't making it any better.