#+rafe.

[cnlyfans]

          “  you  thought  just  because  i  have  a  soft  spot  for  you,  i’d  do  this  shit  for  free  ?  ” / @deliriouslonging

[devilselbowhq]

THE WILD & WONDERFUL APPALACHIA WELCOMES… rafe cawela as written by ghost ( it / he ).

✱ affiliated with EAST ATLANTIC GOVERNANCE ✱ working as MARKET OFFICER & SMUGGLER ✱ has taken up residence in BURNINGTON ✱ born on DECEMBER 5TH ( 38 ) ✱ identifying as CIS MAN ( HE / HIM ) ✱ known to be CHARMING, DARING, ACTION-ORIENTED, ASSERTIVE, INTELLIGENT ✱ also know to be IMPULSIVE, CALCULATING, PRAGMATIC, CONFRONTATIONAL, INSENSITIVE ✱ portrayed by MICHAEL B JORDAN

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

➥ best friend / cousin ( 35 - 40 / masc / fc utp—black ) : his best friend and his direct cousin, his cousin takes a lot of rafe's lead and has his back. dynamic can be discussed.

DIGGING DEEPER.

TW :  death

chapter 1 ( welcome to my cage ) : born in lewisham, a borough of london, rafe grew up not knowing there was anything else than hustling and just getting by. his family was tight-knit, two brothers, their wives, and their kids all sharing a home, taking care of his gran who had raised them with an iron fist until her mind started slipping, worse and worse with each passing year. although rafe had always been quite the rowdy child, constantly on the verge of being expelled from school, no one could say he was a bad kid, just a very naughty one. on top of that, despite the looming threat of expulsion always hanging over his head, he would always be one of the top students, a saving grace that would always stay hands from derailing whatever future they saw for the young boy.

chapter 2 ( the system is done for ) : his gran put upon him that family is everything, family is the most important thing you'll have in your life, and even if he had nothing else, he'd have them. it's why she had raised her sister's son when she no longer could—the cousin rafe had only heard of from his gran, the one who went into the army to help his family. she always held out hope that he'd one day return to her, even if her own sons disagreed behind her back, and even when the government knocked on their door with the regret to inform them that their cousin had been killed in action, his gran wouldn't believe it. it's about the time her mind started to slip, her physical health slowly deteriorating with it.

chapter 3 ( bills to pay mouths to feed ) : when it was rafe's time to serve his country, he was an eighteen-year-old with top graduating scores, and he was quick to be promoted into logistics, overseeing the supply lines to the furthest edges of the european commonwealth, where the war with the middle-east for resources and their way of life was seemingly unending. of course, rafe didn't believe in whatever they were peddling, but it provided for his family, ever growing, but no matter how hard he worked, his family's dismal social and financial position wouldn't change. he'd always been a hustler, knowing how to get by with ingenuity, with his charm and smarts, and this would be no difference. he knew logistics, he knew numbers, he knew where danger zones in supply lines were, and he'd use that to his advantage to sell supplies intended for the front line to interested parties—not the ‘enemy’ so much, but third parties would be fair game.

chapter 4 ( too close to the wire ) : it went well for a while. a good while, in fact. it went well until it didn't. the commonwealth found out, and although his skimming on the side didn't really put a dent into their operations, he was proven to be disloyal to his government—rafe, of course, wouldn't deny that, but the argument is that the commonwealth never did shit for him or his family, so he never saw why he ought to do shit for them. his loyalty, ultimately, would be to his family and his family alone. the final nail in the coffin of that ‘loyalty’ he was supposed to have was the realisation that the commonwealth had lied to their family, finding out that that cousin that his gran, now bedridden, idolised wasn't killed in action at all. before he left the commonwealth with his best friend—the cousin he grew up with—rafe promised his gran he'd find him.

chapter 5 ( whereabouts unknown ) : he'd only left london a year before news came back to him that his gran had died. it didn't change his mission, of course. he'd make his way through the world with his charm and smarts as he always had done, using his knowledge of logistics and people's needs—whether they be rich individuals with particular wants and needs or whole corporations—to make the money to sustain him and his cousin on their search. a search which ultimately leads him to the east atlantic region. he'd been there no more than a few months when he manages to land the job as market officer, showing these government officials that he knows his shit, can move whatever they need him to move, and meantime use it as a platform to do whatever he needs to to fulfil his goal.

EXTRAS.

( CONNECTIONS. )

dante winters ( cousin )

odette winters ( cousin )

( MEDIA. )

pinterest

soundtrack

( QUICK STATS. )

mbti : estp

enneagram : 7w8

moral alignment : chaotic neutral

temperament : choleric-sanguine

greek god : autolycus

zodiac : sagittarius sun ; scorpio moon ; leo rising

( CHARACTER INSPIRATION. )

quincy isaacs ( warframe )

[cravemore2]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤfeigns    a    dramatic    wince,    dragging    out    the    hissed    ‘    ooo    ’    as    they    rounded    the    corner.    he’d    seen    the    sensation    that    was    twilight,    and    while    he    didn’t    have    a    particular    bone    to    pick    with    it,    it    always    irked    him    that    they    got    so    many    things    wrong.    but    what    was    he    supposed    to    do    ?    show    up    at    the    writers    &    authors    doors    and    say    ‘    hey,    i’m    a    real    vampire,    here’s    a    list    of    your    mistakes,    idiots    !    ’    ?    while    tempting,    didn’t    bode    well    for    his    privacy    and    life.    stops    at    the    tiny    coffee    shop,    facing    the    girl.    it’s    a    lovely    place,    something    he    would    have    imagined    she'd    pick    out,    and    a    smile    curved    his    lips    at    the    confirmation    that    she    was    exactly    how    he    imagined    when    he’d    seen    her.    ❝    yeah,    well    that’s    what    happens    when    you    don’t    have    anything    going    on    in    your    life.    ❞    offers    a    lighthearted    shrug,    matching    the    easy    laugh    between    them.    but    that    sweet    band aid    is    quickly    torn    off    when    she    says    her    name.    too    sweet    to    the    ears,    but    sends    something    twisting    down    his    stomach.    a    sudden    set    of    nausea    overcomes    him,    and    he    has    to    take    a    notable    step    back.    what    were    the    chances    …    the    same    name    ?    the    same    face    ?    it’s    enough    to    catch    him    off    guard    and    he    has    to    quickly    compose    himself    ;    schooling    features    back    into    one    of    impasse,    but    the    shock    still    lingers    in    his    eyes.    ❝    rafe.    ❞    tone    calm    as    can    be    —    but    he    needs    to    get    the    fuck    out    of    here.    right    now.    figure    this    shit    out.    ❝    cassandra.    that’s    a    lovely    name    —    and    this    is    a    lovely    shop    …    but    i’ve    just    realized    i    needed    to    go    pick    up    that    cousin    i    mentioned.    maybe    you    can    [    …    ]    show    me    this    shop    another    time,    yeah    ?    ❞

[malicieuses]

He was staring again, and he knew he was. He just didn’t care, and there was no reason for him. If a man wanted to stare at his husband in his own home, he damn well should. Creepy be damned, or maybe it was because sketch book currently occupied his lap, and he was a mess of charcoal dust and lazy Sunday concentration. The corner of an unsure grin was obvious, knowing he had been caught in the act. “Don’t look at me like that.”  He mentioned. “It’s distracting.” Head dipped down before temptation could be indulged, or so he liked to think. @flowerdsouls​

[zoe-fosterr-blog]

+ @rafedelgado.

                             “Delgado—-” Zoe plopped down on the chair opposite his, a crooked, unreadable smile on her lips as she gathered her hands in front of her on the table. “I thought that was you... I wasn’t sure though— you look a lot worse than usual. Let me guess; hungover on a Monday, hm?” She chuckled, clearly teasing, but at least in a nicer way than she would have a couple of years ago. 

[adam-sterling]

+ @rafedelgado.

                               Bringing Mia with him all around town was proving to be a little bit more fun every time—- mostly because she was getting older and a lot more curious to the point of finding everything interesting now, which in turn meant she didn’t cry or fuss. It was a win/win, especially when he needed to run a few errands around town anyway. Strapped to his chest, she was having the time of her life, smiling at strangers, flapping her arms and legs about and making eyes at every damn dog she could find. She liked people; she always had, and it seemed even the Delgado charm wasn’t lost on her, because as soon as she noticed Rafe a few steps from them somewhere on Main Street, she was already vying for his attention, babbling about, hands flailing. “Oh, hey...” Adam grinned lightly, stopping once they were a bit closer. “How’re you doing? Heard your place was hit on Valentine’s.... I’m sorry man, that sucks.”

[ophelia-ohara-blog]

+ @rafedelgado.

                                       Being from North End wasn’t easy these days, especially not after Ophelia’s name had surfaced in the news, naming her as one of the first two persons of interest in the whole Rose Syndicate debacle. And every time there was a knock on her door, or an unexpected sound from outside, Ophelia almost expected it to be someone who wanted to yell at her, or accuse her of somehow being the whole mastermind behind the thing. It upset her, clearly because she had nothing to do with it, but also because a big part of her was proud of being from this side of town; she’d witnessed a tight-knit community here growing up, and all this horrible stuff that had been going on lately, didn’t reflect that at all, and there was only so much she could do to make people believe her, unfortunately. So it was with careful steps she walked towards the door upon the second knock, nimble fingers unlocking the door but leaving the chain on. She peered out and saw— “Rafe?” She looked at him through the allotted space, clearly surprised to see him, and quick to close the door to slide off the chain so she could open it fully. “What’re you doing here?”