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 Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 6:01 pm
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Daniel Fernando Alvarez-Garcia, or, Sailor Chibi Massalia, Senshi of Coyotes
MOUTHFUL.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 6:16 pm
 Name: Daniel Alvarez-Garcia Nickname: Danny, by his father, Reuben, and Rosario. "When the hell are you proposing to my daughter" by Bailey's father. Gender/Pronoun: He/Him, but he'll also accept they/them if people aren't sure. Age: 19 SNIP, this' already in his journal.Fav. Food: His tastes have shifted to tamales, and sopapillas, but flan and general spice are fine too. Hated Food: Peanut Marzipan, mushrooms, peanut marzipan, and white menudo. Red's fine, and yes there's a difference. OH and peanut marzipan. Occupation: Bonita's Mexican Food and Drink is his workplace, but he mostly waits tables or seats people. He has his GED, now he's learning how this works from his Dad so he can open his own place. Hobbies: CookingDaniel's loved cooking since he was a kid, and while he began doing little things, he's turned into a chef in his own right. Although Daniel specializes in Mexican cooking and family recipes, he's branched out into all kinds -- American, British, Japanese -- evern some Middle Eastern food. Daniel has a very small collection of cook books from around the world, and he's unafraid to crack one open to make something tasty. SportsDaniel doesn't play sports like he used to, nryond with Bailey's family, with whom he plays American Football, but he does like them even now. Daniel's generally down to watch American Football, soccer (Or football), which are his primary favorites, but he'll watch the Olympics or other sports if he catches them, but he's usually pretty happy to watch the Rose Bowl, and never misses the World Cup. Never come between him and the World Cup.VolunteeringAfter getting stable shelter and completing his GED Daniel took a look into LGBTQ+ charities, and has since found one he volunteers with regularly. He's very attentive to helping people due to his experiences growing up and in seeing LGBTQ+ laws improve on the Federal level, and he's very much available to his charity of choice as needed in his time off, mostly, talking to people -- but he's known to bring snacks or food to people at the charity's community center to help improve the days of people whom might have been thrown out, or who've just realized something and might need a little pick-me-up. Virtues: . DependableGood old dependable Daniel. If you need him, he's there; if his skills are needed, he's there. If he makes a promise, he keeps it. Daniel has ever been thje type one can count on, be it in school, or now, at work -- if you need him, he's there, so long as he's capable and it's a reasonable request. He's ever on time, and gemerally when it comes to reliability... One knows what they're getting in Danie. Huzzah! ProtectiveSome events shape you in life, and for Daniel, it was being found out as bi and polyamorous by his family, and where his mother threw him out, others helped him... And now he pays it forward -- and since early as a Chibi he was protected, he's taken to looking after others. While viciously protective of his remaining loved ones, Daniel is also protective of younger teens and kids whom come through the charity he helps at. As a civilian this manifests as strong words for offenders to those he looks after but in terms of his powered life it means fists be flyin', and he's nor afraid to look after anyone in Order that needs him. Anyone.Flaws: GrouchyDaniel is a giant grouch. Willing to snap putside of work or volunteering if unfamiliar with someone, Daniel's the last person anyone expects to see volunteering or working towards his own Restaurant. However, he DOES snap heads off, and on his own time it's not rare to find him scowling. He's just... Generally grumpy with the world and wants it to improve, and it isn't improving to his stardards, so he's decidedly, well, grumpy about things. [iSpiteful Daniel has grown from a bad-tempered scamp into a spiteful a*****e. No, there's no nicer way to put it and yes, he's mildly aware. But Daniel just... Generally runs on spite, if you cross him. Although relegated to him time or powered life, Daniel is fed by spiring people he dislikes. He will achieve out of spite, he will act out of spite == basically, if it spites someone he dislikes, he's all in for it. Thankfully, he won't break the law, but if it's petty and annoying and upsets someone whom upsets him, he'll be THERE to do it YESTERDAY man.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 6:25 pm
 Senshi: Super Sailor Massalia Senshi of Coyotes Attacks: Sailor Scout Attack: Coyote's Cry. When using this attack, Massalia murmurs the attack name before tossing his head back, and giving a long howl. The sound of this howl will bounce off anything within reason - walls, rocks, plants, ETC - that can disorient friend and foe alike into believing a wild coyote is coming. This disorientation lasts 30 seconds and the sound does not bounce outside of the immediate area, youghly a 12 foot diameter circle. May be used 3 times. Super Sailor Scout Attack: Call of Massalia murmurs the name of this attack, at which time a spectral coyote will appear, howling in response to Massalia's own howl as if answering a packmate's call. This second howl will echo, causing enemies and nearby allies to become disoriented for 30 seconds; further, weaker opponents may become nervous. May be used 2 times. Eternal Sailor Attack: Hunt of the Coyote. Sailor Massalia summons a spectral coyote, which turns and attacks up to 3 opponents within 20 feet from Massalia. For the duration of the magic, the coyote will bite, scratch, and tackle the opponent, causing the sensation and illusion of actual damage. The sensation of pain can pass through armor. The magic lasts for 45 seconds and can be used once. If a target leaves the 20 foot radius, the coyote will prowl and attack them again once they are in range. Players can choose to take lasting damage but otherwise the effects will fade when the magic ends.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 6:27 pm
Father: Ruben Samuel Alvarez-Garcia Jr.
Daniel's father was born in Mexico City and immigrated to the United States after college, where he studied for a Culinary degree. Currently he works at a small Mexican bistro downtown. Thus far, Daniel has a good relationship with his father-- whom Daniel will insist makes the best tortillas.
Mother: Maria Frances Ramirez-Garcia
Daniel's mother Maria is a second-generation Mexican-American lady. She's kind and welcoming and good at baking. She currently stays at home with her youngest child and only daughter and always has a kind word or advice for anyone coming home with her boys.
Brother: Ruben Samuel Alvarez-Garcia III
Daniel does NOT like his eldest brother by any stretch. Ruben is the eldest, and works with his father... And because of Ruben, Daniel's always getting Hand-Me-Downs, in his mind. Ruben himself is rather a nice boy, age 18, but Daniel.... Thinks he's the favorite and gets a little jealous sometimes, which leads to a few creative confessions during Confession at church.
Brother: Thomas Robert Alvarez-Garcia
Daniel's other brother is still not Daniel's favorite person. There's four years between them-- four LONG years -- and he's always teasing his little brother, getting into his stuff... There's a reason he goes to Hillworth. It involves his pranks and general brattiness. Daniel also really dislikes getting his hand-me-downs, because Thomas is NEVER giving them up without a fight.
Sister: Rosario Adriana Alvarez-Gonzalez
Rosario is still a baby, only one year old, and Danial ADORES THIS KID. He's always happy to help take care of and play with her, and when he's out if allowed he'll happily show her off. It's his secret favorite past-time, besides soccer-- taking Rosario out in her stroller. Daniel adores tending to his sister to no end, and she's his favorite sibling.
Pet: Freedom Call
Freedom Call is a mixed breed medium dog, most likely bearing some German Shepard traits, along with other breeds. He's gray and brown, and seems to be closest to Daniel. He follows him everywhere, after Daniel adopted him at an Animal Adoption portion of a well-meaning pet store, and tends to growl if Daniel is in trouble with Thomas. To say Freedom Call makes Daniel feel better would be an understatement.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 6:46 pm
Relationships
KEY
Middle Ground
neutral - No Opinion // emotion_eyebrow - Unimpressed // emotion_zzz - Disinterested
Dislike
emotion_donotwant - Resent // emotion_puke - Dislike // dramallama - Burro // emotion_dowant - Kicking Target // scream - GO AWAY I HATE YOU Like emotion_c8 - Liked // whee - Playmate // emotion_dealwithit - Friend // emotion_hug - BFF // heart - Like-Likes Mystery Wylde - emotion_c8 Mystery is a bit different but very fun to talk to. We hung yellow ribbons in the park and had a good time. I would not mind if we talked again!
Horatio - emotion_c8
Horatio showed me I am Sailor Massalia, the Coyote Senshi. Not the bad kind who hurt people but the canine kind! She is lots of fun and so fun to snuggle and pet! I'd like to cuddle her some more! c:
Sailor Avior - emotion_dealwithit
I met him patrolling after training. He is very friendly and nice and fun! I would love to meet him again and maybe not fight a monster rat, boo.
Bailey Jameson / Sailor Subra - emotion_dealwithit heart
Bailey is fun and lives in my neighborhood! We like to talk and do things and SHE PLAYS SPORTS. We get along very well and she is fun to do art with. c: So we get to play a lot.
...And... I'll keep her safe.
Buddingtonite - scream
He's mean. Really mean. He's meaner than Thomas. Horrible man. NO.
Bischofite - scream
NO.
Owen Courcel - dramallama emotion_dowant // Sailor Almary - emotion_dealwithit
Owen is a dumb burro at School who got me in trouble. .... Maybe better out of school? I'LL HAVE VENGEANCE. // Sailor Almary is nice! He's smart, and I think he'll make a very good senshi one day!
- Massalia is not aware Almary is Owen yet... XD
Eternasl Sailor Ganymede - emotion_c8
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 6:49 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 6:54 pm
ArtworkDark Future Meta - DMC Eternal Sailor Massalia of Coyotes. - By Silvarah!
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 7:50 pm
Artwork
Not until he's further along and gone home a few times, okay.
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 2:31 pm
Solo
The Destiny City Cooking Contest - 1040 words
Any excuse to make tamales was a good one, and since seeing a food competition on the news, Daniel had practically begged his family to let him enter. And so as the deadline approached and Daniel grew more demanding, more excited, and made it clear he was planning even if it meant he was making tortillas, his parents agreed and Daniel entered a whole new realm of cooking majesty. The roast was a nice large chuck, and Daniel was eager to pick up roasted chiles from the International market, his mother helping him grind them in the food processor. He was allowed, with supervision, to season the roast, careful not to add too much seasoning, before rubbing the chilis on, his parents placing the roast, nice and boneless, in a pan to cook-- the stove was not a safe place for him yet - not when frying meat to brown it was concerned, but as his parents helped essentially prepare the meat carnitas style, Daniel worked on the masa. Lard was folded and stirred into the corn mixture, husks nearby soaking in a bowl, and as he worked, he hummed.
His mind was full of excitement. He never entered any cooking contests before, and tamales were a family tradition, a treat he learned to make when he was even smaller, and the young boy smiled to himself as he worked, fingers surprisingly careful as he worked the mixture between his fingers. While it wasn't the most healthy, a good, rich tamale was a delicious treat, he felt-- warm and flavorful, especially fresh from the pot and cut with a fork after peeling back the wrapping. The boy was eager to taste one himself, and soon the bowl of masa was set aside.
Soon, so very soon, he could shred beef, and the roast was removed from frying shortly after the masa was finished, Daniel getting up and walking to stretch as it cooled.
Within an hour, he was back to work, focused as he carefully shredded beef, reminding himself not to lick his fingers, although toward the end of the roast he roase, tasting some meat, smiling as he tossed unusable scraps and moved to wash his hands.
Now, and only now, was his favorite part, walking back as he thought of how to fill the tamales, and carefully, he sat, beginning the task of filling them.
First, he lay a layer of Masa, smoothing it before heaping beef on top, applying an olive, before applaying another layer of masa. Nest, he rolled them slowly, the amasa serving to glue the tamale sealed for steaming before he folded the ends and merrily plunked the completed tamales into the steamer basket. Slowly, and carefully, Daniel filled the towel-laden basket and set it on the boiling water to steam, preparing more tamales for the plate. He could almost see the judges approving of his feast, yes, delicious tamales made just for the contest-- and in a few hours, delivered hot and fresh and sooo good.
Soon enough, he had a pile of Tamales Waiting to cook, and the boy walked to wash his hands and clean. The first batch, a substantial number for the contest, needed time to steam, and the boy moved his waiting pile to safety before he was done.
When it was time, though, he was excited. Very, very carefully the young boy climbed a stool, removing the tamale basket from the pet, and even more carefully, he put gloves on to move them into a container to move them. To an extent, he lamented the inability to take a pot, especially not the family tamale pot, which was usually used when the family made tamalese; however his parents had quite denied him-- for one he was far too young to carry it by himself (which he felt disappointed by), for another, while it looked nice the pot may be broken by some less careful stranger, or stolen, or worse, and in the end he was quite convinced not to take it; and for another reason, he promised some for the family, and very carefully he loaded his steamer basket with another batch, considering asking if he could use the pot for presentation, though based on the tamale pot argument, he decided it was not something to ask, especially with the pot already in-use and hot from cooking a portion of the day. These, his mother would mind, his father helping him into the car as the young child squirmed eagerly, waiting to go to the center.
The center itself was bustling and active with cooks of all ages, even other children, and Daniel's eyes lit up as he entered the convention center, walking to sign in with his father, carefully taking his tamales with him before signing in with them, and immediately, he was told where to set up, where to share his dish. And while his father smiled, the boy put his tamales down behind the table, laying out a nice tablecloth in red, white, and green before putting down a paper explaining how one ate a tamale and what weas in them; followed by plastic forks, and multiple home-made paper flowers in red and green, blue and violet. These Daniel had made himself, and he was exceptionally proud of his work-- they looked perfect and fit the slightly festive motif of the table-- plus Papa always said presentation was important in a disk, and so up they went-- after all, Papa had his restruant and knew these things best. In the end, however, he was proud, and Daniel was practically glowing, setting up a plate of five for the first comers, and the boy prepared a second plate, taking the tamales to the judges with a bright smile and a sparkle in his eye.
"Hello, I made these, I hope you like them."
OK, maybe a little excited but... He was proud to bursting, and the young boy practically beamed, prancing to help serve at his booth upon delivering his tamales.
Well, they looked edible-- and clearly made with small, still not fine fingers found only in young children. Daniel, however, thought everyone would find them delicious and amazing, and that was all he cared about.
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 8:46 am
Solo
Someone who Sees me - 1112 Words
The strains of Christmas music were over and Daniel was, for the first time, grateful to be alive this season as opposed to immediately running off with his toys. He'd begun paying more attention in Mass, more guarded of what and how he phrased things, and ever vigilent for signs of the Negaverse. Signs he might be hurt.
So it was really no surprise the child was more careful now, walking the neighborhood mall with his mother to help finding the baby new clothes. Did his parents know they'd nearly lost their son? David didn't think so. The Chibi senshi strongly doubted that the older people in his life knew. But there were other, bigger, stronger senshi out there than the Chibi Senshi of Coyotes. It was discouraging.
Daniel sighed as he reached for his mother's hand, the pair walking through the mall in silence. Silence, it seemed, not destined to last long.
"What is the matter, mi'jo?"
Daniel's thoughts were interrupted by his mother, and the eleven year old looked up, brown eyes blinking.
"Thinking, Mama." Daniel said quietly.
"You've been thinking a lot lately, mi'jo," The woman, his mother, persisted. "Is something bothering you? Have you been being bullied at school?"
The inflection of concern in his mother's voice, the worry made Daniel want to tell her. Tell her he'd nearly died and that he was a terrorist according to the TV, but he instead said nothing, not wishing to say however Hail Marys and rosary counts his pastor would make him do to repent for the association alone, let alone the scolding and punishments. Really, he knew it would all turn into a mess if he tried, and so instead Daniel looked away, heaving a sigh.
"No, Mama." The boy frowned. "Just.. Thinking the news has been scary lately."
The older woman clucked her tongue, ruffling Daniel's hair. She had no clue, she knew nothing and Daniel could tell her nothing, and David felt sick and depressed a bit by having to lie to his mother.
"The Terrorists won't hurt you. They will all be found, and arrested, and put to trial, alright?" And his mother pulled him into a hug. Daniel closed his eyes, hugging on and closing his eyes against the image of large, burly police officers coming to their door.
Police officers who might take him away to some terrible place like Guantamano, and Daniel did not want to end up in Cuba. He knew he wasn't a terrorist, he was just a little boy. A little boy in a war he didn't understand and stuck watching grownups fight it for him, and the idea was simply terrifying. Thankfully, his mother didn't press, instead, Daniel following her in silence as they visited the pet store.
Among the precence of so many hopeful dogs and cats, fish and birds and even a few other creatures, Daniel felt himself smile faintly. Animals didn't judge you, and his mother let go of his hand, pushing his sister's stroller as she clucked her tongue.
"Now, mi'jo, your father said you were getting another Christmas present, si?" She said. "So why don't you look around and see if someone likes you?"
Daniel blinked, and looked up, eyes brightening. He could pick a pet? Of his own? Daniel made a small noise of delight and began looking in earnest, taking in animals carefully. Cats and birds watched, puppies gamboled and danced for attention, and Daniel marvelled at how much love, unconditional love, they had to give. Daniel moved slowly in the surprisingly special dual-sized store, and paused entering an adoption room for rescue animals. Here the animals seemed somehow morte in tune with the sadness he'd been feeling being hunted and chased, taunted and tormented. These were animals given up, for safety, for fear of biting, but they all needed someone to give them a chance. Daniel's heart skipped a beat.
They were cast out by society for reasons they could not often help.
Daniel approached the cages slowly.
They all wanted desperately for someone... He looked in, studying faces. Not for youth, for play, but for.. Something not even his heart could place.
...To hear them. Someone to hear and love them as they were.
Loyal.
The animal Daniel stopped in front of was a medium sized mix of dog, the tag bearing a year od life, and the animal's sad brown eyes watched Daniel, mirroring his own fears. His fur was grey and bro0wn and while not a coyote, he reminded Daniel of one faintly. He vaguely heard the volunteer talking - the poor dog had been found as a puppy and raised in foster homes, operated by the shelter. He was active, of course, he was...
Daniel tuned them out entirely when the dog looked at Daniel, looked in his eyes, and raised one paw, placing it on the kennel door.
The motion was a silent plea to be heard, to be seen and wanted, to be saved and taken home, and soft whines and whimpers followed. Daniel reached, approaching as he ignored all else, tiny fingers fearlessly reaching through the metal fencing used, and he pet and loved what he could reach. And it was not enough, the dog whining, wanting more. Daniel looked, his mother having watched attentively.
"Mama, mama, him. I want him."
The woman blinked, getting up and approaching.
"Him, mi'jo? Wouldn't you prefer-"
"No, Mama." Daniel smiled, looking up. "No, it has to be him, he's the one."
The woman looked to the volunteer, who smiled knowingly.
"It can't hurt for them to meet to be sure, properly." The other woman noted, and Daniel;s mother smiled, nodding. Daniel moved as the kennel opened, and suddenly the dog flew out, throwing himself into Daniel, licking and cuddling and doting on him affectionately. Was his human now? Was he yes? Daniel laughed, hugging the dog firmly in his arms, the two adults looking before Daniel's mother acquiesced.
"Alright, alright. He's your dog." She sighed, looking to the Volunteer. "What's his name?"
The volunteer hummed, scratching her head as the dog pressed into Daniel lovingly, enthusiatic to find his forever home.
"Well, his name's Freedom Call." The volunteer sighed. "One of his fosters loved music..."
Daniel ignored it.
"Hello, Freed." Daniel said softly. "We'll always be friends, okay? You, and me, forever."
And as Daniel's mother moved to pull the stroller close and fill out thr papers, Freedom Call wuffed, snuggling into the Senshi-out-of-powered form lovingly, tail wagging away.
FOREVER AND EVER.
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