Raul Peña Jun 16, 2009 12:46:06 GMT -6
Post by Raul Peña on Jun 16, 2009 12:46:06 GMT -6
Raul André Peña
Name: Real Peña
Known Aliases: Ray the Spaniard
Play-By: Juan Alfonso Baptiste
Family: DiLeonardo Family
Convictions: None Yet
Date of Birth: 10/21/1979
Place of Birth: Castile, Spain
Eduardo Peña [Father]
Joan LeBlanc [Mother]
Ben Kowalczyk [Adoptive Father]
Rosaline Kowalczyk [Adoptive Mother]
Raul has always been the brawn rather than the brains. He is notorious for his short fuse and violent temperament, and rarely holds back any attacks. He isn't an instigator of brawls, he at least has that much sense to not cause too much feud between the rival families, but will always defend himself with brute force rather than negotiation. Raul often appears to be laid-back and mellow, but the smallest of things can set him off into a fit of rage, where his gun is likely to come out. He tends to follow the 'Shoot first, ask questions later' motto, and because of that he is fairly popular among the associates, more out of fear than respect.
Raul is not only a drug-dealer associate, but a loyal friend to Giovanni. He would do anything for the good of the family, even at the expense of his own well-being. Even though his blood may separate him from the higher ranks, he believes he would be the first to help his good friend, no matter the situation or the level of danger. Despite his fierce temper and reputation for violence, Raul has yet to be convicted of any crimes. This adds to his cockiness, although sooner or later he is likely to be caught out.
A combination of Spanish and French, Raul has naturally tanned skin and a clear complexion. His hair is originally dark brown, but he occasionally experiments with a few highlights , and wears it in a messy bed-head fashion, mostly as a result of being lazy in the morning after a wild night. Raul is 5'11" and is very athletically toned. When it comes to attire, Raul's dress-sense can be considered casual in comparison to other members of the family. He dislikes wearing suits, and especially a tie. When he does where a shirt, however, it is usually left unbuttoned in a casual manner, and worn with jeans rather than smart clothing.
Raul was born into the embrace of a wealthy couple in Castille, Spain. Eduardo, his Spanish father, was a renowned architect, and his mother was a somewhat spoiled housewife from France, Joan LeBlanc. For the first nine years of his life, Raul grew up, and spent most of his time, in his father's estate. As a child, he rarely spent any time with either of his parents, but the little time he did experience was with his father rather than his mother. Joan LeBlanc wasn't the most loyal of wives; she was your typical free-spirit gold-digger obsessed with the finer things in life rather than the family she had started. At the time, Raul didn't know it would be a decisive factor in his life.
When Raul was nine years old, his father suffered a high-speed car crash and died on impact. Shortly after a few fake tears, Joan was happy to leave Raul behind and elope with one of the family's chauffeurs. Raul was left alone and confused, and was soon taken into care. It was likely his anger problems derived from that period in his life, when he had nobody to help resolve his problems, and rather bottled them up instead. He would spend two years in an orphanage until his life took another drastic detour.
At eleven, Raul was adopted by an American family, and taken from his home country to New York. Raul was pretty well educated, and already spoke a lot of English, and so the migration wasn't all too difficult. His adoptive parents decided to change their new son's name, and from that point on he was known as Raymond Kowalczyk. The American couple were pretty wealthy themselves, at least enough to give Raul a life he was comfortable with. However, all the money in the world couldn't change his temperament.
From that point on until he was eighteen, Raul gradually started to show his true colours. He was in many petty fights and disputes, and gave his new parents a fair amount of grief during his time with them. The way he saw it, they were just his ticket out of the orphanage those years ago, and nothing more. Save for them putting a roof over his head, he didn't involve himself emotionally with them at all - he was a loner and a brawler, not the well-educated and soft-spoken son they wanted him to be.
When he was eighteen, Raul took the first opportunity to leave his home for the past seven years and set off on his own. It was going to be tough, but he was strong-willed and took everything that was thrown at him. It was then that he decided to honour his late father, and changed his name back to that he was born with. For the next year, Raul would work in various manual labour jobs for little pay, and managed to scrape enough together to pay rent on a pretty cruddy apartment downtown.
At nineteen, Raul met Giovanni DiLeonardo, and the two became good friends in a short amount of time. Raul started out as a small time drug dealer to earn some more money, and through this he proved his utmost loyalty. Raul was GianCarlo's godfather, and this solidified their friendship even further. Raul continues to deal drugs for the family, and fulfills any other dirty work that requires his brutality. Sooner or later, he is likely to make the wrong decision and end up in a situation he can't fight his way out of... only time will tell...
Raul took a deep breath and inhaled the harsh taste of his cigarette, releasing the aftermath as a stream of smoke through his nose as he sat impatiently at the bar. He took his hand away from his mouth, leavingt he cigarette to sit supported by his lips as he reached into the back pocket of his jeans to retrieve a few crumpled notes. He slapped them against the polished surface with a grunt, catching the attention of the bartender almost immediately, along with the rest of the patrons. As the uniformed tender approached him cautiously, Raul muttered with a hoarse voice "Where's my fucking drink..." his Spanish accent evident, along with his anger "I've been sitting here like an idiot for too long now...".
The bartender stumbled over his words for a moment, looking toward a colleague with a timid smirk. The Spaniard noticed his expression, however, and didn't hesitate to lunge forward, grabbing a bunch of the mans collar in his fist, pulling him almost all of the way over the bar. With his one hand grasping firmly at the guys throat, his other yanked a hefty pistol from inside his shirt, putting the cold metal barrel against the bartender's forehead. The fear in his eyes only made Raul smirk and the Spaniard taunted him by flexing his trigger finger. "So it's a Corona... right?" Raul ordered, giving the tender barely any time before shouting once more "RIGHT!?". He then let go of the mans throat and sat back on his stool... maybe now he would get his Corona...