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 Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 4:41 pm
The Rameris
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX❶ Xeiro Rameri
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX❷ Beatrice Rameri
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX❸ Lyra Rameri
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 4:42 pm
 ♥ Xeiro Rameri ♠ Fifty ♦ Baker ♣
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 4:43 pm
✰ 『 Basics 』 ✰
XEIRO HOTARU RAMERI
❝A strong body makes the mind strong.❞
♣ Nickname(s): Xy
♠ Age: Forty-eight Fifty
♣ Birthday: Summer 3
♠ Gender: Male
♣ Sexuality: Heterosexual
♠ Job: Owner of 'Meri's Cherries Bakery
♣ Residence: I live in a cabin in the woods with my daughter and sister
✰ 『 Personals 』 ✰
♣ Height: 6'5
♠ Weight: 182 pounds
♣ Hair color: Brown / Dark brown
♠ Eye color: Brown
♣ Distinguishing features: Has a tattoo on his ribs.
✰ 『 Traits 』 ✰
♣ Hardworking
♠ Cocky
♣ Passionate
♠ Strong-willed
♣ Courageous
♠ Selfish
✰ 『 Interests 』 ✰
♥ Sweets, I'm not a baker for nothing.
✔ Peaches, they're just so tasty and wonderful. I can't get enough!
✘ Staying indoors, I enjoy inside, it's where the kitchen is, after all. There's just some things that it can't provide.
☠ Flowers, that's kind of my job. It'd be a bit weird for a girl to bring me some.
♥ Exercise, nothing better than breaking a sweat.
✔ Egg dishes, my mom always cooked the best eggs.
✘ Vegetables, they're all just gross. It's one things Lyra always loved most about me.
☠ Bad weather, it means that I can't go run around in the woods!
♥ Family, I don't have much family left, but I love what I do have.
✔ The hot tub, it's so refreshing. I try to get in at least once a week.
✘ Books, I'm just not big on reading because I don't leave much time for it.
☠ Pasta, I don't really know why. It feels like a worm slithering down the back of my throat. I can't stand it.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 6:45 pm
✰ 『 Biography 』 ✰
I grew up with my parents and two younger sisters. We had it fairly good, I guess. Didn't see much of the parents, and they assumed that throwing money at us would make it better. Mitsuke and I were both pretty popular throughout school, great clothes, great friends, and sports. We had it all, but still wanted more and we found drugs. Man, did we live the life. And even though it all could have turned out better, I wouldn't regret a thing. Anyway, back to the point at hand, our parents went and died on us. Something about a terrible car wreck, I was so drunk after I got word of it that I barely remember anything before that next morning, and I never cared to ask what happened. Ignorance is bliss, so they say. But, one good thing came from it, well two. The first being the money, we got lots of it, and it brought all three of us closer together.
Beatrice and Mitsuke couldn't stand the house, Suke will never admit that to you. She's a woman of a lot of pride, which doesn't quite make sense to me. I've seen her offer a waiter a b*****b so we didn't have to pay, but she won't admit her emotions? I'd sooner do the other, but hey that's just me. So, we moved. The house had too many memories for the both of them, with me, I was barely ever there anyway so it was just a place to lay my head. The house was worth a lot more than we thought too, so we got even more money and found this little town. It was cute enough, and had just what we needed, new people and new lives. Oh, and a school for Beez. I opened a bakery upon our arrival, needed something to do in my spare time.
It wasn't long until my spare time was spent with exercise, baking and Bela James. It actually all started with a random date that was my ploy at getting to know people around town better. But, it ended up being a one-nighter with a hot blond. Or so it was supposed to be. We ended up casually seeing each other for the entire course of a year and at the one year mark I finally proposed to her in a random act of romance that took awhile for me to completely plan out. She accepted and we got married. True to the old adage, first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the babies. Two to be exact, Lyra and Ryder. I honestly didn't believe that Lyra was mine at first... but, I guess that's a completely other story? The bakery continued to prosper and life went on.
My life began to quickly spiral after that point. I didn't ever remember Beatrice being as unruly as these kids were. Lyra was the worst of the two, probably sensing that I had my uncertainties. I'd try to hold her and she would just kick me. What was I supposed to do? Well, I probably didn't take it as well as I should have. I simply refused to hold her entirely. I was the sole provider at this point, it was Bela's job to take care of the children and to hold them. It became a long running tiff that eventually ended in her demanding a job at the bakery. I agreed, thinking that it would be a great opportunity for us to spend time together. But, it didn't last. It was even worse than working with Mitsuke. Because with her, she would just sulk after being yelled at, but Bela would fight back. Needless to say, that didn't last very long. Bela moved on from the bakery and went to work at my second favorite place to be, the gym. Speaking of the gym, I frequently used my membership, even without Bela. Especially after a large squabble would go down. I'd slam the door behind myself and run off to pump some iron. This routine led to me becoming better friends with the trainer and all the others down there. But, I still refused to shower with them, that was gay.
The next big factor that led to my downward slope was the loss of my sister and my car. Obviously, the one more of a loss than the other. I knew that Lyra had a love of getting into things, but I never thought that she would go that far. It was quite a devastating blow for me. I didn't even know what to make of Lyra directly after all of that. I convinced Bela that she needed therapy, but it didn't seem like it was enough. Sending her to therapy would not bring my sister back, and it never felt like Bela truly ]understood. Once again, I would run off when it had been too much. Only after this, I began running to the bar. Here, I found some good drinking buddies.
Eventually, I became more stable and was willing to be around family again. One night in particular was very prominent, I came home after some time at the gym and smelled something good coming from the kitchen. I walked in, expecting to see Beatrice making a late night snack, but to my surprise, it was Lyra. She was standing on a stool, slathering toast with butter and jam and had pulled chunks of banana to put on top. My eyes began to water at the sight. For at that moment, I knew that Lyra wasn't the daughter of a chef. No, she was the daughter of a baker.
A couple of years passed and life was starting to get better. Unfortunately that wouldn't last. I had felt it coming for awhile, but had tried to work past it. My relationship with my wife was falling apart bit by bit. Our fighting had gotten increasingly worse, but I brushed it off with alcohol, exercise, and baking. I had a family to take care of, after all. I couldn't let everything fall apart without trying to save it. It was better for the girls for us all to be together as one big family. But, there were some things that couldn't be overlooked. Bela didn't want to be touched the few times that I was willing to ever look at her. I never saw the next events coming. Oh, how stupid I was. I always went to the gym in the afternoon on days the bakery was closed, but had forgotten my gym bag after fighting with Bela that morning. I stopped back by the house to pick it up and found her sprawled out on the couch with her legs wrapped tight around another man. My anger got the best of me. I should've just left, but things had to get violent. I yanked him up off the couch by his hair and threw him to the ground. I then continued to senselessly punch him to the tune of Bela's screams behind me. He had tried to fight back several times, but his scrawny frame was no match for everything my frequent trips to the gym had given me. It didn't make sense why she would have chosen someone like him when she could've had all of this. But, that's not the point at all.
By the time my blind rage had subsided, there was nothing more than a pile of flesh lying in front of me. I stood up with blood dripping off of my knuckles and looked at the woman that I had once loved. "I want you and your things out of my house by the time I get home tonight." That was all I could say to her before I turned back to the body and tossed it over my shoulder and walked outside to grab my shovel from the shed and headed down the hill. I really can't explain what made me think it was a good idea to bury him in the woods away from the routes I traveled so often. After he was buried, I went in the house and turned to the guest bathroom to clean myself off. I didn't dare go near my room, as I thought she may still be in there. I left at that point and went to the gym to burn out the rest of the anger I had built up.
When I went to go pick up Lyra and Ryder from school, I found only Lyra standing on the curb. She was crying, clutching her backpack in front of her. Earlier that day, Bela had come and taken Ryder out of class. Luckily for me, Lyra had been on a field trip with her class. Ryder had always been much closer to Bela. They both had similar personality types. I'm not going to lie and tell you that it didn't rip me to shreds. There was nothing I could do, knowing what she had watched me do. We went home and tried to pick up the pieces of our shattered family. Beatrice rose up to take care of Lyra when I was too hungover or simply out too late. I can never really thank her for everything she has done for me. She insists that it's payback for the years I took care of her after losing our parents.
I decided it'd be best to just put Bela completely behind me. I never tried to bother with any sort of formal divorce. I should've known that the vindictive b***h wouldn't let it go so easily. I awoke late in the night to the police beating on my door with a warrant for my arrest. I hired the best lawyer I could find and called in all of my favors with everyone around town. Thankfully, there was some problems with another person of interest and I was deemed the accomplice. Because of this, my sentence was drastically reduced and I spent 3 years in prison. Those years weren't very good to me, but I made it through all in one piece. I developed a gambling addiction and increased my exercise regimes while in there, as there's nothing else much that you can do. While I was gone, Beatrice stepped up even more and took charge of the bakery.
I've been out for barely under 2 years now and have taken back my duty as father, brother, owner and provider. I've got the worst parts of my life behind me and am looking forward to spending the rest of my life worrying as little as possible. But, then again... My daughter is twenty now. Maybe I've got a little more troubles yet ahead of me.
✰ 『 All Others 』 ✰
Xeiro has a bit of a gambling addiction and hosts poker nights in the backroom of the bakery after closing time. Feel free to join him there, as long as you have money. No one plays for free.
Theme is Minuet of Forest
Relatives
Beatrice Rameri // Sister
Mitsuke Rameri // Sister, Deceased
Lyra Rameri // Daughter
Ryder Rameri // Daughter, MIA
Charlotte Smith-Rameri // Mother, Deceased
Michelangelo Rameri // Father, Deceased
Through the Years
►Three years
►►►Eight years
►►►►►Twelve years
►►►►►►►Fifteen years
►►►►►►►►►Eighteen years
►►►►►►►►►►►Twenty-five years
►►►►►►►►►►►►►Thirty-five years
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