Angelo Espinosa

From Mutanthaven

Angelo Espinosa
Portrayed by Francis Capra
Powers:	Six feet of extra (gray) skin
Residence:	Paradise Hotel, Room 810
Birthdate:	September 19, 1991
OOC
Journal:	epidermal
Player:	Open for application

Contents 1 Details 2 Powers 3 Appearance 4 Personality 5 History 6 Trivia 7 Plots

[edit] Details

Real Name: Angelo Ernesto Espinosa

Aliases: Angel (but only by Mrs. Espinosa), Ange, possesses a fake ID with the name of "Ernie Martinez"

First Appearance: Feburary 2006

Age: 17

Hometown: Inglewood, California

Education: Senior at Santa Monica High.

Occupation: Short order cook at a diner close the beach.

Sexuality: Loves the ladies. Even the ugly ones. Heterosexual.

Relationship status: Single.

Past relationships: Miguela Tores, whom he never really broke up with.

[edit] Powers

current capability: Angelo has six extra feet of skin. It often sags off his body, unless he concentrates. This gives him migraines, but it's pretty gross if he doesn't do it. Not like he really cares what people think about him! Being normal takes a backseat to comfort. But appearing normal means a job and going out in public. To appear normal in public, Angelo pulls and compresses his skin. It's good practice. When he falls asleep or drops the concentration, he looks like anything from someone who lost a lot of a weight, a melted candle or a shar pei puppy.

So, what does he do with all this extra skin? He can't change his appearance, he'll tell you that right now. At will, Angelo can bend it, shape it, stretch it, snap it, and he's finding out much more about it every day. This also takes a great deal of concentration but Angelo's getting the hang of it.

For some reason, his skin has changed it's pigment. He's got a gray tint. It don't bother him none. What's skin color, anyway? He swears one time he was able to change it to look normal again, but his eyes about fell out of his head in the worst migraine he's ever had. Fuck that.

Angelo almost always has a headache from keeping his skin pulled tight. For the awful migraines, he takes a lot of medication for it, both legal and illegal.

potential: Ropes. Bola balls. Changing his features. Oh buddy, the future is bright.

[edit] Appearance

Height: 5'5" Don't you dare call him short.

Hair: Brown, but usually shaved.

Eye color: Brown.

Build: Varies.

Distinguishing features: Gray skin, baby!

Style: Function. T-shirts, tank tops, jeans. When in public, he usually wears hoodies and ball caps. When at work, Angelo sports a fetching white apron.

[edit] Personality

Angelo's a happy kid. Ain't nothing going to change his life, ain't no one going to bring him down without his permission. He's an escape artist, a magician, a con man. He'll distract you, make you smile, he'll wave his hands and you won't even know what just happened. He thinks he's damn charming. It's hard for him to take anything seriously. Life is a game and until he can find the cheat codes, he's going to have fun.

Angelo's a good kid who does bad things. He knows the difference between right and wrong, just tends to lean towards whatever works better for him. He's lazy, but give him the right motivation and he'll do just about anything. This is the kid that would mow your lawn for a pack of smokes or maybe even eat a lizard for a dollar. Dare him? A goldfish? Two bucks. No? FIFTY CENTS.

It's hard to find Angelo in a bad mood. He's always either happy, hyper, or got some misplaced anger that just turns into a over-caffeinated crash nap. If he's not poking around for some entertainment, he's laying around watching television. Leave him bored for too long and your car might get stolen. Give him five dollars and he'll be at In-N-Out Burger (Animal style burger with friiiiies) within five minutes. Money burns a hole in his pocket, his idle hands are the devil's playthings.

Angelo is physically affectionate towards people who'll allow it. He'll pull girls into his lap (and gladly accept a slap across the face), guys: he'll sling an arm around their shoulder. He comes from a warm family with several siblings. He likes little kids, doesn't like to see anyone cry. He's strangely considerate, he'd make you a sandwich if he thinks you might be hungry. Then again, he might just tell you to make it yourself. He's moody that way.

He pretty much likes everyone. It's hard to cross him. Even if you're being an asshole, he'll probably respect it somehow. However, he does talk a lot of shit. Which is why Angelo is good at backpedaling and apologizing. But he won't back down if he knows he's right. He'll change the subject if it's possible he's wrong. He'll compliment you, ask you "what's that over there?!" Angelo is a fast talker with a Cheshire Cat smile and will attempt to charm your pants off. Maybe even literally. He's a proud guy who will translate Spanish for you, tell you all about his neighbors and family. He claims to be "very Catholic" and even wears a cross around his neck at all times, but you probably will not see him at Mass.

Angelo likes cigarettes (Camels, in a box so he don't crush 'em), summer, Your Mama jokes, his mama, sleeping on the floor (under tables, under Christmas trees, on sidewalks; beds are for pansies), Christmas time in LA, cereal, hoodies and ball caps to cover his face (something he had a habit of doing before the gray), old video games, old school hip hop, funky techno beats. He has a hobby of tormenting little kids (tellin' 'em lies, taking their toys-- all out of love, though!), watching old TV shows (M*A*S*H, mostly. But make fun of his love for Golden Girls and you'll get belted in the jaw), violence (violent movies and the like or watching the skatepunks fall off their boards at the park). Angelo loves girls. He loves his mother's cooking. He always eats like it's his last meal. He'll owe you a life debt if you bring him a Happy Meal. Angelo dislikes soft beds, people who wake him up, and being asked to work on his day off. He is lazy! He butchers the English language (but dislikes Dora The Explorer for her baby-talk Spanish), you could call him a fan of the written word. But don't expect poetry or even good spelling from him. Like most people, he hates racists assholes (especially those who ask if he knows English; if he ever sees Carlos Mencia on the street, he'll beat him with a car muffler-- YOU ARE NOT FUNNY, MENCIA). Take him to the park and he'll complain about skateboarders, dogs, and those damn frisbee players. He tell you he hates everything. Then he'll turn around and tell you a sunny day is amazing and he loves everything. Dude seems bipolar, but he's not.

[edit] History

Angelo was sandwiched between Tito and Linda. Born just two years after his brother, four years before his sister, in Inglewood, California. Estella and Eduardo had settled in a crappy little neighborhood, it wasn't completely ghetto. It wasn't COMPTON. But they made the most of it. There were a lot of families around them, they say it takes a village, right? The kids could play outside until it got dark. Angelo's parents had to work a lot, his father actually worked two jobs. Angelo raised himself, along with Linda most of the time, in front the television. As Tito got older, he was around less and less. He got himself into trouble a lot, but we'll get back to that.

Eduardo worked at a tiny supermarket, Estella babysat other kids in the neighborhood. Their house was nearly a daycare. Angelo's mother's occupation helped him because, believe it or not, he wasn't very good at making friends. When Angelo was about twelve, his cousins Gil and Inez moved in. Eduardo's sister wanted to "find herself" and become an actress in Hollywood. So Gil and little Inez were dumped with the Espinosas. Gil was two months older than Angelo. Tito was too old, and Linda was too little, so he picked on Angelo.

Back to Tito. Oh, Tito. He had joined up in a gang. In fact, he joined up with the Muertos of Inglewood. Things get rough for a kid in that neighborhood once you're out of the safety of being too young. Gil started to shadow Tito, and Angelo felt left out. Tito was his big brother. Not Gil's. This drove Angelo into the gang, for his brother's approval. At thirteen, Angelo started to run around with the less important officers of the Muertos. He met a girl name Tores who also was running around with these boys. He fell flat on his ass in love with her. One night, Gil was taking Tores and Angelo home. They drove a little out of the way, GIl was recognized by a rival gang member. The car got shot up. Crazy thing is, Tores had a secret. It came out right then. A psychic blast rendered everyone unconscious-- Gil, Angelo, the boys shooting at them. It also set the car on fire. Tores pulled Angelo from the car. Gil burned up. When Angelo woke up, Tores was gone, his skin was melting off his bones, and he had no idea where he was.

Long story short, his skin started to turn gray and he read in the newspaper that he was dead. Huh. Fancy that. It was a both a blessing and a curse. He couldn't see his family for some time, but he was out of the gang. Angelo kept moving. Came across a place called Inferno. This then lead him to Paradise!

Angelo was able to get a job at a local diner as a short-order cook. He occasionally attends school. He's able to pass off his gray skin as the condition argyria see here & here). Even though this is just a "skin condition," he's told to stay in the kitchen. Angelo usually skips classes at SaMo, which he attends under a fake name.

[edit] Trivia

• Angelo's parents think he's dead. He didn't say why he left. A postcard was sent to Paradise with a Inglewood postmark, if that tells you anything.
• Shaves his head because he ain't got time to fuck with it. Actually, he started doing this when his skin turned gray.
• Keeps a moustache so he can be like Cesar Romero. That's right, the original Joker.
  

[edit] Plots

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