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CH: Miel Ristretto

Published: Nov 25, 2011

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_{♣ Name:
Miel Ristretto

♣Gender:
Male

♣ Age:
Appears 18

♣Faction:
Spade

♣Role:
The Corrupt Barista

♣Ability/Talent:

-- Making artistic elegant designs in coffee foam; making the coffee rather appealing to the eye; and tastebuds.

♣Weapon:
-- Stirring spoons. ( tho they're almost more like knives because of their unusually sharp edges.

♣Likes/Dislikes:

✓ Every and any type/flavor of coffee/making coffee
✓ The color of blood <3
✓ Reading. ( quite fond of the edgar allen poe and shakespeare o7o _{sometimes when he's alone; he likes to recite some of the lines}
✓ Rabbits
✓ Red roses.

χ Poorly brewed coffee. uvu
χ Sleeping. ( prone to nightmares; making anxiety levels increase. )
χ Bugs/insects. Unless its fireflies.
χ Closed off; small spaces.
χ Disrespectful/rude people.
χ Foods with too much starch or fat. /hit
χ Betrayal.

♣Personality:

• Introverted; reserved. Keeps to himself a good deal of the time. The only time he is social by choice is when he's making coffee.
• Persuasive; knows how to smooth talk if need-be to get what he wants.
• Very polite in his mannerisms; hates when people are disrespectful. Even when irritated; he's polite but its in quite a dangerous manner.
• Dexterous; quite skilled in what he does. Hates clumsiness and untidyness. ovo Enjoys doing what he does.
• Usually quite calm and collected; almost to the point of apathetic to anything around him..Exept when someone disturbs him while he's making or drinking coffee. Then he'll show you a side you definately do not want to see. <3
• High anxiety levels despite he doesn't usually show it on his outer features.
• Borderline insane; if not past; despite his laid back exterior. He tend to go on tangents every so often.
• Distant; doesn't like getting close with people or his paranoia levels rise. Or he won't admit being close with them and try to destroy the connection by all means nessessary. Even if it means killing them.

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♣History:

" I dont need things like riches; don't take me for someone spoiled. "

In his years of adolescence; Miel didn’t have a particularly wealthy lifestyle; also having originally been in the Faction of Diamonds. He grew up with adopted parents; not having ever known—or at least not remembering—his biological ones. He didn’t really connect very highly with his guardians; but most of the reason behind that was the fact they were never around enough for him to do so. When they were; they did try to make it up to him with almost sickening kindness; having told him he was not their son, at a young age. But Miel knew it was only out of guilt; and didn’t allow himself to get attached..Or so he told himself.

" I don't need anyone.. "

He taught himself what he knows today; from watching and observing experiences with other people. He did go to a small school but that was only for a brief time. Despite he was often seen with people; he held a certain lonely air about him; having no real friends that he could relate to. He didn’t have any particular talents at that age either—not any that he realized.
It was only until a few years later; when wandering around town, that he happened to notice a small café. It was his first introduction to coffee..He quickly took a liking to it; and wanted to learn how to make it himself. At first; he had troubles; but it soon grew into a talent that he never figured he would have and became very skilled with it—making it also into an art; putting decors onto the foam to make it appealing to the eye of society. It soon later turned into a small, solo business; that he got enjoyment out of. It was also a reprieve from the loneliness.
However; the reprieve didn’t last too long..Despite he enjoyed what he did; and from a social outlook one would say he’s quite inept—He still never made any friends to speak of. He didn’t seem to mind it though and went on doing what he did. His coffee brought people happiness; that’s all he cared about.

" Is it wrong to enjoy ones company this much? "

It was within that same year; that he gained his first friend. Fleur Beaumont. He’d stumbled across him one day while he was doing designs on coffee one day. He had been straightforward and upfront; and had a particular smile that Miel took a liking to. He could relate to him in more ways than one; so they got along pretty easily. Miel was unaware of it; but he almost became silently obsessively attached to the man; having thought he found the void to fill the emptiness.

However; this happiness was all so fleeting.

" ..Were you ever my friend at all?

One day; his friend said he found information on the whereabouts of his real parents and led him to the outskirts of town; saying he’d take him to meet them..However; that never ended up happening.
Instead, he was ‘greeted’ by a group of Fleur’s “ associates”; so to speak..Associates belonging to the faction of spades. Fleur; the only friend he’d ever known, had betrayed him..In more ways than one. He’d ordered his friends to gang up on him violently and tore down all his sense of trust. Not having much physical strength and not wanting to hurt him; he didn’t fight back and only wondered why in the world he’d do something like that.

" I'm sorry.. I-I'm so sorry.. "

When they’d finally released him; he returned home to find out that his parents had also suffered from his friend’s betrayal; and were slaughtered and killed right in their home. Something inside him snapped..He realized; he cared about them more than he thought and took their previous kindness for granted. He’d built the bond he had never wanted; without realizing. He felt an unimaginable sense of guilt before it just turned to overall hate and enragement. He felt a bitter; cold feeling build up in his heart; and his mentality fell to shambles. Without thinking much on it; he had hunted down those people before they left town. He didn’t need to know why anymore. He wanted them dead. Specifically Fleur. He wouldn’t be so forgiving as he once was. Once he found them; he’d blinded them; splashing above boiling water in their eyes and scorching their bodies. He left their clockhearts in tact..However; when it came to Fluer; he wouldn’t let him get off that easily. He used the spoons; he used to be so fond of and carved out his heart; destroying its clock by smashing it to smitherines. He then found out..

" Ahahaha! I didn't know killing could be so enjoyable! If only you could see how beautiful that blood looks against your skill.. "

He rather liked that lovely shade of red blood held..The deepness and almost silky texture that left a perminant stain..Physical and emotional. He had changed..Why he did what he did; to such extremeties; he didn’t know..But in a sense; it felt good. It felt oddly relieving. At least for the while. Until he realized the full extent of what he’d done—He’d not only killed several..But he’d destroyed a clockheart. That was a larger sin in itself. Before anyone could find out; he left his faction; joining the Faction of Spades—the ones that had assisted his parents murder, were from. From then on, he took up the role of “ The Corrupt Barista” ..And he was simply yet complicatedly that.

♣Additional information:

- If you ever want to calm him down; just give him a cup of coffee. uvu Usually does the trick.
- Very good posture and balance. As well as aim eue
- He has a personality disorder that he isn't 100 percent aware of.
-He keeps his spoons in his pouch most of the time; and keeps coffee in his canister *v*}

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KitsuneLivy

Jul 31, 2012

-faints- hes absolutely gorgeous *q* his history is sad though

but I think you did an amazing job with the history and his personality and the way he looks!!!!!!!!!!!! I would very much like to rp with u and him when/if I get into the group ^^ that would be absolutely amazing