dAF - Rionell Clement

Rionell ‘’Rio’’ Clement

20 yrs. old

Human

5’8’’

Xana

- he’s basically a ‘freelance job-taker’, though most jobs he takes are delivering stuff or bringing stuff to his client, bodyguarding,……yhea…mostly light errands. He’s your little good pushover as long as there’s money involved.
- he's currently working for Alizade as her personal butler. XDD
_{Bartender in Paradiso Amadour [yup alrdy asked permission from *JessDance eve b]}

-Animals [even though no animal ever approaches him, because he gives them a scary look, though never intentionally, he’s just born like that.],
-Swords [he likes to collect them but he only uses his two favorite falchion swords. ],
-Children [but it’s like how it is with animals. he makes babies cry, too QAQ],
-Friendly people
-sweets
- money
- pleasant jobs that doesn’t involve killing anybody
- peaceful days [he’s sounding more like an old man. OTL]

- Fights [but it’s an everyday thing for him.]
- bitter foods
- when he cant voice out what he thinks [which is always]
- when people run away from him […w/c is always, too]
- hurting others

Rio is quiet and the stoic type but although he is, he is actually a very warm-hearted person. Gentle and kind but is always mistaken for a bad guy because of his looks. He has a face that always screams ‘annoyed’ or something so most people find him intimidating [that’s why he always get into unreasonable fights ].
Even so, he doesn’t harbor any ill feelings towards others because he believes all people have their reasons.
He’s naïve. So he tends to loosen up to people easily when they talk a lot with him.
He's still a wee bit cautious about people, though, who wouldnt be? after living in the slums for years in Xana.
He’s friendly even though he talks rough and rude.
He’s not one to start up a conversation since he’s not very articulate but once he gets to know a person, he speaks more normally.
When he becomes fond of people, he becomes more social, teasing and playful.

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It was a cold night, a typical night in the city that was found in the desert. Despite the cold, the city roars with life, streets are filled with lights, fights here, cheers here and there.

One particular man walked down a dark alleyway, drunken, humming a tune on his way. He was just done with his daily schedule; drink, join a heist with fellow thieves, and then back to drinking.

Just when he was about to turn and go back to his rundown apartment, he heard a cry, a baby’s cry.

He tried to ignore it but it just grew louder, so he had no choice but to aid it. The night was cold after all.

The man, despite being dirt poor, found it in his heart to raise the child as if it was his own.

Years later, the child grew up to be a fine young man, somehow, what the poor man had always hoped for. He was proud of himself for raising such a healthy young boy despite having no money whatsoever.

Rio, he named his son.

Rio was different, even when the man taught him all the things he knew, let him see all the truth about their life, Rio remained soft, gentle and kind. The man worried for the boy, for how on God’s name can he survive the harsh realities of life with that kind of heart.

Their everyday life was hard; almost nothing to eat when there are no people to rob, and job openings for thugs like them ain’t so friendly, either.

Everyday life was a struggle.

Their poverty neared its peak when Rio was fifteen years old. His father was getting old so he needed to man up and look out for the old man and himself. He’d often come home with cuts and bruises from fights or from
gettingstealing food. This worried the old man; he cannot stand getting his son beaten up and miserable. So one day, when the man came down to a pub, a fellow thief proposed to do a grand heist. Thinking that if it would be successful considering the people joining and their skills, the man agreed to join for he knows if it does turn out to be successful, it will give him and Rio a better life.

The day of the planned heist came. They were to rob a heavily secured bank; everything was in order until the last act. The man who proposed the plan betrayed his comrades and took all the money for himself. The heist caused a great commotion, all the others were captured, some escaped and some dead. Rio’s father, being the thief kind that he is, kept a small portion of the goods before escaping. He had been injured and is bleeding but he needed to give the money to his son; that was his only thought as he ran through the dark alleys of the city. He made his way back to his apartment without being followed.

Rio opened the door and was shocked to see his father covered in so much blood. It was far too late to mend his wounds, Rio knew that his father was about to die. He started to cry but even then, the old man scolded him for being such a crybaby. The old man handed Rio the money he got and told him to take care of himself.

Looking at the boy that was crying over him made him laughed. He had always thought and worried about Rio being so kind and gentle. But now he realized…he had been the same…A drunken, dirt poor thief picking up a baby from a dumpster? He laughed again… and passed on.

After his father’s passing, Rio took care of himself and left their apartment. He had been taking oddjobs all over the city and has traveled many places. Although he has grown to be more skillful and experienced, he’s still the same Rio he is when his father was still alive. When there are few jobs or no jobs at all, he works at a pub as a bartender, regulars respect him but people new to him would automatically get in a fight with him, though that happens only occasionally....I think…

- He can sit in a bar all day without being noticed [it’s sad].
- he wants to make friends but is very shy…he ends up saying really rude things.
- when he’s staring at you. Do not be alarmed. In his head it might be. “ *fidget**fidget* What should I say? >///>
- he cant kill a fly.
- that’s why he only takes light errands and stuff.
- He’s too soft for that, but when the need arises, he will [only if it’s for others’ sake, though]
- just incapacitate, never kill.
- He likes sweets…he never had the luxury to buy or taste it in his childhood.
- It’s easier for him to talk to fellow outlaws with rough language than people who shows him gentle kindness.
- He knows how to juggle bottles. Duh. He’s a bartender.
- but he has low tolerance for alcohol.he’ll turn uke. LMAO.
- he knows the art of cooking. xD Well, he'll eat anything that's edible.
- he was a son of a thief. he knows ninja moves yoh.
- if it's for a reasonable price, he'll do anything for money. //a ruffian by heart.
- ‘Clement’ means gentle. :>


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