PURKISS, Rafael

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RAFAEL PURKISS

NICKNAMES: raffi
AGE & BIRTHDAY: 19 & august 9
HEIGHT: 5'10"
HOMETOWN: lewisham, south london
RESIDENCE staten island, new york
PROFESSION: detective unemployed and a student
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

FATHER: redmond purkiss, 45, purkiss pumpkins shop owner
MOTHER: natalia purkiss (nee mata), 40, housewife
SIBLINGS: layla purkiss, 18, sister
bella purkiss, 15, sister
nate purkiss, 9, brother
EXTENDED: grandparents who are almost dead
OTHER: none

shabby

it was a wreck. it being the neighborhood, the shop, and my home. lewisham is known as the worst neighborhood of south london, next to hackney. gangs would walk at all times of daylight and night hours, and everyone, in my eyes, were suspects. i don't trust easily and its because i was taught not to trust most people, especially the people whom surrounded my very home. a safe haven for most children. however crime would occur on the very steps of my own house and i couldn't believe some of the sights i saw, but i soon learned to take it all in and realize that this was life and i had to live through it whether or not i wanted to. it never would become my decision to move, but in my gut i kinda wanted to stay and take in the various criminal exertions. i once got caught up with my friends' cocaine business. don't know how but i did cause i went to all the wrong places just to find out who the supplier was. i'm my own fbi agency and i deal with shit myself. well i'll tell you one thing that i got into some fucked up shit. almost died as a matter of fact. it was thrilling but at the same time i got no emotion and my friend's lousy cocaine business was nothing. so ultimately i ended up moving from lewisham, about a year ago and my parents' business moved with us, because there was no way my dad would trust someone to look after or operate the store back in lewisham. and now i'm here in staten island and i dread it every day, but the american women whom surround me make up for this sluggish lifestyle. actually its not so shabby living here.

pumpkins

my parents are a couple of crazy blokes running around advertising that they have a pumpkin shop, and people give me a few dirty and weirded out looks because of it. why do they have a pumpkin shop you may ask? well because they find it necessary to grow pumpkins the right way, and i have to admit that we get a booming business right around halloween and even during christmas for some odd reason. my parents had always grown the biggest pumpkins in the neighborhood and there were many fall festivals in which they participated in 'the biggest & healthiest pumpkin contest' and had won as well. so i guess the thrill of growing huge ass pumpkins for the fucks of it stimulated the idea of having a store solely for the sale of many oversized and odd-shaped pumpkins. i hadn't really believed that people out here in staten island would buy these pumpkins but i guess word got around good, and people were curious.

it wasn't easy moving to america and having to deal with parents who had a pumpkin shop, so i just took it upon myself to finish my last year of secondary school online instead of attending school for half a semester and it only being my senior year. my grades are decent with my gpa being at 3.5 and never going above that. i never really had much things going on in my life that distracted me from my studies, it was just the fact that i had no clue nor ambition for the future and what i wanted to be. i've always wanted to be in a band and form a band, me being the lead singer and guitarist of course, because i have the voice of zeus and the rhythm of hades. but my small circle of friends had no desire to be musically inclined whatsoever and i was left alone to try and dig out that dream which seemed to have been buried more than 6 feet under. i also was passionate about swimming and possibly becoming a professional swimmer for the olympics, but thats the next story. basically i had no one to turn to since my friends circle was small and mostly consisted of guys because i had no guts to talk to girls. also because i tend to give off a very cold and emotionless look towards people, especially when i first meet someone. so you can imagine how far i'd get with the ladies.

poseidon

even though my luck with finding love in my life has been slim to none, i have experienced many feelings towards a woman quite older than i am. she was my swim coach back home and i vowed to never forget about her. coach marja was her name and at the time i was 18 and she was 26, but she was very beautiful and sexy. marja would call me poseidon because of my startlingly impressive and unbeatable swimming skills, and she was possibly the only female i would be comfortable and warm towards, with a smile entering my face every once in a while. marja was also a woman i trusted with my problems and/or small worries and ambitions in life, most just being that i have no real friends and that i wanted to be in a band. so basically marja was my coach, confidante, and possibly the love of my life. swimming was always a sport and a hobby for me and i was damn good at it, which was why marja had even suggested me to pursue swimming professionally and eventually go to the olympics. and having part greek decent, my parents would be at an all time high if i had gone to the olympics. anyways back to marja, i started to develop feelings for her and every whisper she'd make, private pep talk she'd give, and touch that would set my goosebumps on a rage throughout my skin, had intoxicated me and the churning of my gut. then i had realized i wanted marja and i liked her more than just a respectable coach, but i wanted her as my love. and i was so close to having her for myself, because there were times when marja and i were alone and so close to each other after practice, and she'd just caress me and even feel my abs when i told her how much i worked out. there was one time where i was in the shower and i had forgotten my clothes near the pool, so marja bought them to me while i was still showering and i saw her eyes slowly lower over the shower divider. i knew and had felt how much she adored me the same as i did her.

so she invited me to the pool late at about 10ish, because she wanted me to practice more laps with her assistance. everything was so quiet and smooth and slow moving, like there were melting clocks surrounding us. marja had suddenly jumped in the pool with me and said i should have a break, so we talked for what it seemed like for hours, and suddenly with each word she came closer and closer to me, close enough to touch my lips with hers. and she did without worries. she kissed me so passionately and with ease then with force, her slimy tongue danced in my mouth and i followed with mine. i didn't question her action, like i usually question random and very unusual things but this did not at all feel unusual to me. then we stopped and marja exclaimed how this was wrong because she was my coach and i was her student. and it was left at that until next practice.

at practice marja took me aside and told me i'm off the team. i was devastated and still hopelessly in love with her. my parents were furious over marja's decision but only because my parents had no clue that marja made this decision because we shared many intimate moments with true feelings, and she was my coach and passionate about her job and intended on keeping it. there was no room for a student/coach relationship on the team. i have to admit that i was beyond angered at marja for kicking me off the team when she could have simply stopped giving me 101 'practices'. but she had poured out her love for me all at once on the last day of practice and said it was for both our goods, and i had no clue how this benefited me because i could've gone far in college if i had a prestigious history in swimming. but i guess love was stronger than that, so i gave marja one of my many poems i had written about her, and told her goodbye with another emotionless expression. but i was still and forever will be her poseidon.

hunter

after i graduated from my online schooling i applied for only three colleges and got accepted to only one: hunter college, majoring in music and minoring in psychology. i'm glad i'm not stuck in staten island and that at least i get the feel of city life and being surrounded by the motions of various individuals and life. dorming in the city gave me little time to actually go and visit my family back in si, not that i actually wanted to. i had no one to pressure me into studying nor refrain from drinking, so i did all that i wanted to without the watchful eyes of my parents and mainly my younger sister, because she would be the one who would get me in trouble for no shit. college life in the city had some getting used to, but thanks to my roommate and his girlfriend i was exposed to nightlife, the people, and american culture. i still needa get used to this place, and i still don't trust my surroundings and the people in it. i left many things back in lewisham, things that you may find as small like a lover whom i couldn't love, a criminally inclined neighborhood, and a group of friends who cared very little of my existence. and now i'm at hunter college and i want to roam around, on the hunt to find any danger that awaits me because no one is whom they seem to be.

HERITAGE: british, portuguese, greek & scandinavian.

ACTS LIKE: brendan frye (brick) & charlie bartlett - more or less

SINGS LIKE: jesse rutherford (the neighbourhood)

TALKS LIKE: hes from old noir films and detective movies

WANTS TO: be in a band, swim again, leave school, earn money, gain more friends, find a girl, get involved in risky behavior, find trouble, & drink a lot.

SMELLS LIKE: a ton of axe

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: a lot

HATES: being pressured, school work, complications, being stared at, staten island, authority, cliche pop music, schedules, sour shit, junk food, peppy girls, most people and being a virgin.

LIKES: mysteries, older women, rock, writing poetry, drinking, instigating, being intimidating, being alone, swimming, being fit, trouble, axe, brownies (obsession), personable people and the feeling of hopeless love.

ALIAS: aria
AGE: 17
PLAY-BY: max krieger
CITY: ny
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