Waiting on the World To Change

Romeo Romero. 27. Diablos Rider. Rat Dad

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@dvlishfm​ (Closed starter for Ruby) 

“C’mon, Rubes, I’m not that trashed. Betcha I can still walk in a straight line and everything,” he laughed, letting his head fall back against the soft couch cushions behind him. Romeo had spent the entirety of the day sitting in the Diablos clubhouse drinking and talking to whoever was unlucky enough to be nearby - not an uncommon practice for him, really, but he had gone harder on the booze than normal. He figured he was sober enough to acknowledge he’d drank a ton, he was sober enough for 5 in the afternoon...and for walking in straight lines. 

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“I thought you were supposed to hunt ghosts at night?” The question was somewhere between bullshit and disbelief. Remi was a believer in all things paranormal, of course, but this seemed a little outlandish. Perhaps, he was just concerned with falling victim to his own inclination to play into the gullible role. Whatever it was, features crinkled as he looked at the other.

“3 am, it’s the witching hour. I don’t ever know if I’m going to get a wild dick pic or a haunting, and let me tell you, it’s thrilling.” 

“It’s night until the sun comes up, them’s the rules,” Romeo replied, with an air of confidence he had no right to. Setting up his ‘ghost hunting gear’ in the living room of some foreclosed building a few streets away from the Diablos MC was tedious and he was glad to have the company. Hell - he probably would’ve just called it a night and gone home to sleep if he hadn’t gotten Remi’s hopes up about it. “Besides, ghosts aren’t only around at night. People are just way easier to scare in the dark.” 

To prove his point, he knocked over one of the tray tables he used to stack shit on only to eventually set it back up, biting his lower lip to stifle his laughter. “If you’re lucky, you’ll get both. A double-feature, so to speak.” 

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Intro - Romeo Romero 

Hey guys! I’m back with character number three - Romeo! This intro will be pretty short and sweet because I’m planning to flesh him out as I go, but I hope that it sparks your interest nonetheless. Thanks for reading! 

( TYLER POSEY. TWENTY-SEVEN. CISMALE. HE/HIM. ) in texas, ROMEO ROMERO is known to most as ROMEO. they have been riding with the diablos for 4 years. they originally from TUCSON, AZ and the RIDER is known to be very APATHETIC & WARY but the other club members will tell you they are ACCEPTING & PERSONABLE. as the years go by, they’ve gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. they rarely ever drive a car but when they do THE CULT OF DIONYSUS by THE ORION EXPERIENCE is usually heard blasting. (sleeping in ‘till four in the afternoon, ouija boards and midnight ghost hunting, “work smarter not harder”, nose rings and cheeky smiles) 

& Basics

Name: Romeo Christian Romero Nickname(s): Romeo Age:28 DOB: April 23rd Gender Identity: Cismale Sexual Orientation: Homesexual Relationship Status: Single Occupation: Unemployed  Place of Residence: Stratford, TX Hometown: Tucson, AZ Affiliation: Diablos

& Appearance

Height: 5′10″ Hair Color: Dark brown ye Color: Dark brown Distinguishing features: his jawline is slightly crooked and he always looks half-dead with the bags under his eyes Tattoos/Piercings: he’s got a nose ring and an assortment of tattoos scattered about his arms and torso 

& Personality

Negative Personality Traits: Apathetic, Wary, Pessimistic, Petty, Unreliable  Positive Personality Traits: Accepting, Personable, Articulate, Clever, Protective  MBTI: INTP Alignment: True Neutral

& Background

Romeo started off life as the child of a single mother who worked full-time as a professor at the University of Arizona. She was the Undergraduate chair of the Biology department and took him to school with her as often as she could - usually over the weekends when she was getting extra stuff done or setting up her schedule/lectures for the following week. 

He was bored easily as a child and hanging out at his mother’s work didn’t help. He found himself constantly looking for things to do or ending up places he shouldn’t, but his mom was always patient with him and spent much of his early childhood humoring his curiosity. 

School bored him, too. He was one of those kids that caught on really quickly and spent the rest of the class period goofing off or falling asleep in the back. As he progressed through the grades, it didn’t get better. 

He didn’t have to try all that much to get by, he didn’t have to care. So he didn’t. He put all his energy into socializing and building a close-knit group of friends who were just as bored as him. Romeo was the unofficial ‘leader’ of said group and was the mastermind behind most of their ‘shenanigans’, still, he managed to avoid detention more than anyone else. 

When High School rolled around, his mom had had enough of working at the university and she wanted a change. A big change. They moved across country to Virginia where she worked for a research lab developing pesticides. 

While she was much happier there, Romeo felt lost - more so than he ever had before. Without his friends, he had nothing going for him at school and when his mom pressured him to start thinking about College, he blatantly ignored her. The last thing he wanted was more school even if she promised him it would be a hell of a lot less boring. 

For his entire High School career, he found himself more closed-off than anything - sleeping as much as he could and giving all of his classes as little effort as he could get away with. He was in a funk and he did a lot to try and feel something besides the nothingness that weighed heavily on his chest. 

It had always been there but as soon as his friends were taken away, he felt like he had nothing else. 

Tattoos, piercings, binge drinking, hookups - he did whatever he could think of and still the rush it gave him only lasted a few days. It felt like nothing was worth doing and he couldn’t articulate it to anyone without feeling frustrated. 

He graduated with average grades - a first for him considering his previous track record of near-perfect marks - and out of high school, he didn’t pursue higher education. Instead, he got a shitty job at a fast-food restaurant and moved out of his mom’s place to live in an apartment with three other guys he vaguely knew. 

Life went on like that for a few years - mundane and soul-crushing, that was until he found a box of old photos old his parents. His mom had never really talked about his dad but it turned out he’d been a part of an old motorcycle club in Texas before they’d hooked up. 

The Diablos. He decided he may as well go try it out. 

& Useless Headcanons 

He has two rats named Jekyll and Hyde and they are his pride and joy. He teaches them tricks and takes care of them better than he takes care of himself. They go with him sometimes, he sticks them in his jacket pockets, but he doesn’t go too far from the clubhouse in case he has to take them back on short notice. 

He’s an amateur ghost hunter and he makes the trek down to abandoned houses just to spend the night there and see if he can reaffirm his belief in the supernatural. 

He doesn’t trust the government. 

He’s got a fixation on conspiracy theories - from the absurd to the almost believable, he’s got an encyclopedic knowledge of them all. Whether or not he believes them, the world may never know. 

He’s a good person to go to if you just want to rant about something. Romeo makes a good shoulder to cry on and he’ll listen to whatever you have to say, not just because he wants to keep tabs on everyone (but that’s a big chunk of his reasoning.) 

He’s the personification of the phrase ‘work smarter not harder.’ He has laziness down to a science and does everything in his power to avoid doing things if he doesn’t absolutely have to/want to. 

He’d probably sleep nonstop if he could stand to lay in bed for longer than 36 hours straight. 

His favorite color is purple. 

He likes to listen to audiobooks because his mother used to read to him often when he was little. It’s comforting. (Plus, reading is a lot of work and he’d rather have somebody else do it.) 

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