Valenti, Romas Quinn

[Romas Valenti]

welcome to blue river institution ,

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allow me to introduce myself. i am Romas Quinn Valenti and i am sixteen. last time i checked, i was male. seeing that i'm here, there must be something wrong with me, right? well, my disorders include: pyromania and dementophobia, also known as the fear of becoming insane. i know, i'm seriously fucked up, aren't i? well with proper treatment, i will get better, right? anyway, i am an inch short of six feet tall and weigh around a hundred and thirty pounds. some people say i resemble David Henrie, but i just don't see it. anymore, more about me, right?

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basic information ,

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name Romas Quinn Valenti
nickname Rom, Flame
general appearance

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Romas has really dark brown hair that is always styled. Always. His eyes are green, though they can appear hazel in certain lights. His skin has a perpetual tan. He's always fidgeting, and when he walks it's with a slight limp. There are multiple burn marks on his back, though he prefers to keep them hidden. He also has a pair of tribal styled tattoo wings on his shoulders.
sexuality[/i]bisexual
birthdayDecember 15th
distinguishing features[/i]
Multiple burns on his back and a few on his chest and legs, tribal wing tattoos on his shoulder, walks with a slight limp
likes[/i]

• dogs
  
• heat
  
• drinking
  
• writing
  
• crowds
  
• chaos
  
• stupid people he can watch make fools of themselves
  

dislikes[/i]

• being alone
  
• being touched
  
• the dark
  
• sports
  
• people being ignorant
  

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personality ,

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patient's mental disorders / disabilities

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Pyromania and dementophobia (fear of going insane)
comprehensive personality / behaviour[/i]

Romas is a very private person, and yet he hates to be left alone. He enjoys chaos and he enjoys creating chaos. His pyromania compels him to set things on fire, feeding his love for chaos. Romas does truly feel bad for the people he's hurt in his fires, but he's never been very good with words so he's never been able to express this.

One facet of Romas' personality is that he thinks of himself as a natural protector. He was the only person around for his schizophrenic mother and so he became use to taking care of her. He finds something amazing and different in the insanity of others that draws him to those who are truly screwed mentally, yet he fears with every pore of his body becoming like them. He doesn't think he's insane for having started those fires, for having the desire and the need to see the flames rise.

When it comes to people Romas judges as being normal, he's not above screwing them over. He's got quite a temper when you piss him off, and he enjoys throwing it straight at his enemies like the sparks of the fires he so enjoys starting.

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background information ,

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family member names

[/i] Romas doesn't know his father, never did. He left when he was just a baby.
His mother is Rita Valenti, age 32.
comprehensive history[/i]

Romas is the only child of the Valenti household. His mother was a schizophrenic and Romas grew up surrounded by her insanity. He grew up hearing about the monsters that live in the darkness and about the voices in his mother's head, all well taking care of them both and living off the government paychecks to his mother. He found it fascinating that his mother was so different then the neighbors who all went out of their way to avoid them both. When his mother almost killed herself during one of her delusions she was hospitalized for a while and he went to live with his grandparents where lesson after lesson about how his mother was crazy and that that was not a good life for him. Thus his fear of going insane developed, but he continued to live with his mother and help her.

When he was 12 he watched the neighbors house go up in flames and fell in love with the colors. He first started a fire the week later when he set fire a neighbor's bush. The fires started getting bigger and bigger, and when Romas tried to stop because he actually hurt someone when he set a fire to a house, he found he couldn't stop.

The fires continued to get bigger and bigger. Eventually the cops caught him in the act and he got sentenced to a year in juvie. When he got out the fires started again, soon turning deadly. Now the courts say he has to go here or they'll send him to jail for manslaughter.

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behind the mask ,

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hi my name is Amity and i am 15 years old. last time i checked, i'm a girl. i've been rping for a few years now and i love it. i found this site through rpg collection and i must say, it's awesome! so anyway, i live in Eastern time and i will be on almost daily, if not daily i currently have this shiny new character and none other. you can contact me through pm or by email at [e-mail] . i promise you i have read the rules and i will be a dedicated member to the site!

Romas had never been one for words. Words weren't exactly something you got used to using all the time when the only other person in the house was your schizophrenic mother who was always too caught up in her own tortured thoughts to care much for him. No, he wasn't one for words. He was more used to communicating through his actions. A comforting hug here, and gentle glance there and that was the communication he had needed. It's not like the neighbors ever went out of their way to talk to him. The occasional hello when they passed on the street, maybe a playmate or two when he was going to school but nothing more. No friends at his house since he didn't want anybody to know how bad his mother truly was. He thought they would take her away and he'd lose his favorite charity project, his only charity project to be exact.

So when he found himself sitting in front of the court mandated therapist Romas just sat there and fiddled his thumbs. He shifted every few seconds so the burns on his back weren't being pushed against by the uncomfortable chair. The therapist continued to stare at him, waiting patiently for him to speak. Romas glanced up once again, silently praying that his eyes would convey everything he was trying to say. He hadn't meant to hurt those people, he hadn't wanted to blow up that propane tank. He hadn't had any choice...no choice. It had all been taken away from him, and he wanted desperately to get it back. But, more then that, he just desperately wanted people to believe him. Romas wasn't a bad person, really he wasn't. He hadn't meant to kill that little girl...

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