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† Leandro Cucinotta †
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♔ BASIC INFORMATION ♔
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Name: Leandro Cucinotta
Alias: The hot researcher
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Nationality: Italian
Orientation: Bi-sexual
Role: Dominant
D.O.B: 2nd August
Mental disorder: Antisocial Personality Disorder
Species: Human
Occupation: Neuropsychologist [currently, full-time] University lectures [currently, part-time]
Languages known: English, Italian
Virgin: No
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♔ APPEARANCE♔
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Body Shape:: Tall and muscular with broad shoulders
Skin color: Fair
Hair color: Black w/ white streak
Eye color: Grey
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 190
Tattoos: Occult tattoos along left arm, dragon on right
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♔ PERSONALITY ♔
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Summary: Plenty of people have a lot to say about Leandro Cucinotta, but the fact that he's insensitive and unapproachable is just the tip of the iceberg. However, regardless of his aloof personality, people still try their luck with him. They are only disappointed when they realize he was never interested in them romantically, tossing them to the side after he is done with them.
Alignment: Neutral evil
Fears: N/A
Likes:
- reading in solitude
- scotch
- mind-games
- sex
- philosophy
- neuroscience
Dislikes:
- people pleasers
- naivety
- optimism
Good traits:
- organized
- calm
- good judge of character
- observant
- quiet
Bad traits:
- blunt
- aloof
- sadistic
- arrogant
- possessive [only after he has fallen]
- cynical
- heartless
Kinks:
- dirty talking
- teasing
- edging
- humiliation
- degradation
- sadism
- amaurophilia (scratching)
- orgasm denial
- daddy kink
- spanking
- choking
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♔ BIOGRAPHY ♔
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Life was meaningless. A void filled of anguish and pain. The glass was not half full, it was not half empty; it wasn’t there to begin with. Leandro was a strange kid. At a very young age, he had a very nihilistic approach to life. Everything was baseless, only constructed by man to reach their own personal actualizations. Things like love, religion and happiness made no sense to him. He only understood anger, pain, and suffering. Leandro wasn’t a people’s person of course. Even with his cold temperament, his looks made up for it. He developed some ‘friendships’ over the years, but nonetheless he didn’t mind being alone. It was in those quiet times, he could reflect, thinking about why he was alive and why the world was the way it was. He had no interests and his mother was always concerned for his well-being. She had done everything in her power to leave Italy, bringing him to America so he could have a normal life, away from his father. She tried her hardest, raising him so he would not turn out like him and could eventually find his potential. Yet, her son was motivated by not. He was so much like that man. Where had she gone wrong? She was always the affectionate type — soft-spoken and empathetic. She made sure he got everything that he ever wanted. They weren’t rich, but they had a sustained life. She was a nurse and he could see the burn-out from her working such long shifts. It made him wonder why she even wanted to help people. She would always smile at him and say, ‘it makes me happy.’ He never understood.
Although she was a loving mother, she still couldn’t be in his life as often as she wanted because of her schedule. At 16 he spent his days after school by himself in an empty house. However, she would always leave him breakfast on the counter on mornings with a little cute note telling him to have a wonderful day and how much she loved him. One day it all changed. He was walking home when his neighbor fell down from a ladder, cracking his skull on the concrete. He would never forget the vivid images of the blood flowing across the concrete as his mother rushed to the man’s aid. He stood frozen, his heart beating fast, gripping his bag strap as the man convulsed from the impact and was rushed to the hospital for immediate surgery. He survived but was never the same again. A man who was once quiet and kind became an abusive, obnoxious man. Leandro would watch how the man would abuse his wife, tilting his head in bewilderment from their loud screaming matches. The neighbor however died 7 years after the incident from a hemorrhage. Something had finally peaked his interest.
Leandro started bringing home textbooks from the library, studying about the brain and what it could do. His mother was happy, loving that her son was interested in something at last…. but his obsession reached long lengths when he started hurting animals. Birds, cats, and dogs. He didn’t feel any empathy for them. He wanted to know how each part of the brain really worked, not only by reading it but by seeing it himself. He would never forget the look of terror on his mother’s face, grabbing the bloody rock from his hands and crying at the poor cat he had beaten. Besides being forced to go to therapy by his mother for his lack of empathy, he went on to major in psychology. He got his PhD in neuropsychology at 29 and finished his internship at 31. He was never interested in the clinical aspect. He preferred being in the laboratories, discovering more about such a complex part of the body and publishing his journals on his findings. He made quite a name for himself as a researcher, medically and in other ways. He was always known as the very hot and intelligent researcher, being published online in a few articles, and going to some interviews on television. Because of how specialized he was in the field; he had been asked by the university to brief the students on his findings. He wasn’t exactly a professor; he just had a bit of an affiliation with the university. He only wanted to go there to gather information for his research but he was getting paid anyways so why not? There would always be a small sum of professors, usually women who would go to his lectures. The man was dropping dead gorgeous and a genius, who would want to miss out on that?
The only person in his life who saw the small amounts of kindness he possessed was his mother. She indeed made an impact on him in some way. He would bring her flowers, tuck her in and speak to her in her hospital bed. She had gotten old and was too weak to take care of herself. Although those three words of affection never left his mouth, she knew that he did love her and that there was some light to this brooding man she called her son. She passed away peacefully in her sleep and he would always bring flowers to her grave whenever he got the chance, he never forgets. To this day, he has never met or known about his father. He doesn’t care to know. He allowed his mother to carry whatever harsh memories of that man to her grave. Although he would never admit it, the death took him hard. He believed that the world was too corrupted for such a pure soul. His nihilistic approach to life had halted a bit, believing that maybe there was a purpose to it all. He met his ex-wife when he was 33. She was sweet, caring and all the light. However, the marriage didn’t work. She said he was heartless, never said he loved her and he would forever be alone. She was just too blind to see his actions. He accepted her wishes but after the whirlwind of that relationship, he became desensitized to things like love and affection, gradually pulling him back into his nihilism.
If you wanted to be f***ed, to feel physical pleasure and pain, then he was the perfect guy for you. However, if you were looking for things like romance in him, then you would be extremely disappointed. He would never bother to show that soft side in him to anyone else after what happened with his marriage. Maybe if she were patient enough to work with him, she could have discovered more within his cold heart, but she was impatient. He turned to hate anyone who were overly optimistic and unctuous — anyone who resembled that woman. He already knew he did not align with those type of people. He could never understand how they could be so optimistic in such a disgusting and meaningless world.
† Meant for romance, gore, crime, psychological and action roleplays †
Theme song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=np02phdwrwk
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♔ QUOTES ♔
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"....You stopped me for this?"
"If you want to be f***ed just say so...if not get out of my way."
"Love? You mean the chemical that makes humans
irrational mammals? I've heard of it but no, I don't feel it for you.
I f*** you when it benefits me and when you simply can't satisfy
yourself. That's all it is, nothing less and nothing more"
"I never knew what the meaning of life was, so it
baffles me why I think you're a waste of it.
A waste of mass, oxygen and energy."
"I'm a neuropsychologist, not your therapist and surely
not your lover. I don't care about what
happens in your life."
"Why I became a neuropsychologist? The next best
thing was serial killer. Not really my thing."
"You want a divorce?...Okay."
♔ BASIC INFORMATION ♔
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Name: Leandro Cucinotta
Alias: The hot researcher
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Nationality: Italian
Orientation: Bi-sexual
Role: Dominant
D.O.B: 2nd August
Mental disorder: Antisocial Personality Disorder
Species: Human
Occupation: Neuropsychologist [currently, full-time] University lectures [currently, part-time]
Languages known: English, Italian
Virgin: No
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♔ APPEARANCE♔
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Body Shape:: Tall and muscular with broad shoulders
Skin color: Fair
Hair color: Black w/ white streak
Eye color: Grey
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 190
Tattoos: Occult tattoos along left arm, dragon on right
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
♔ PERSONALITY ♔
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Summary: Plenty of people have a lot to say about Leandro Cucinotta, but the fact that he's insensitive and unapproachable is just the tip of the iceberg. However, regardless of his aloof personality, people still try their luck with him. They are only disappointed when they realize he was never interested in them romantically, tossing them to the side after he is done with them.
Alignment: Neutral evil
Fears: N/A
Likes:
- reading in solitude
- scotch
- mind-games
- sex
- philosophy
- neuroscience
Dislikes:
- people pleasers
- naivety
- optimism
Good traits:
- organized
- calm
- good judge of character
- observant
- quiet
Bad traits:
- blunt
- aloof
- sadistic
- arrogant
- possessive [only after he has fallen]
- cynical
- heartless
Kinks:
- dirty talking
- teasing
- edging
- humiliation
- degradation
- sadism
- amaurophilia (scratching)
- orgasm denial
- daddy kink
- spanking
- choking
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♔ BIOGRAPHY ♔
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Life was meaningless. A void filled of anguish and pain. The glass was not half full, it was not half empty; it wasn’t there to begin with. Leandro was a strange kid. At a very young age, he had a very nihilistic approach to life. Everything was baseless, only constructed by man to reach their own personal actualizations. Things like love, religion and happiness made no sense to him. He only understood anger, pain, and suffering. Leandro wasn’t a people’s person of course. Even with his cold temperament, his looks made up for it. He developed some ‘friendships’ over the years, but nonetheless he didn’t mind being alone. It was in those quiet times, he could reflect, thinking about why he was alive and why the world was the way it was. He had no interests and his mother was always concerned for his well-being. She had done everything in her power to leave Italy, bringing him to America so he could have a normal life, away from his father. She tried her hardest, raising him so he would not turn out like him and could eventually find his potential. Yet, her son was motivated by not. He was so much like that man. Where had she gone wrong? She was always the affectionate type — soft-spoken and empathetic. She made sure he got everything that he ever wanted. They weren’t rich, but they had a sustained life. She was a nurse and he could see the burn-out from her working such long shifts. It made him wonder why she even wanted to help people. She would always smile at him and say, ‘it makes me happy.’ He never understood.
Although she was a loving mother, she still couldn’t be in his life as often as she wanted because of her schedule. At 16 he spent his days after school by himself in an empty house. However, she would always leave him breakfast on the counter on mornings with a little cute note telling him to have a wonderful day and how much she loved him. One day it all changed. He was walking home when his neighbor fell down from a ladder, cracking his skull on the concrete. He would never forget the vivid images of the blood flowing across the concrete as his mother rushed to the man’s aid. He stood frozen, his heart beating fast, gripping his bag strap as the man convulsed from the impact and was rushed to the hospital for immediate surgery. He survived but was never the same again. A man who was once quiet and kind became an abusive, obnoxious man. Leandro would watch how the man would abuse his wife, tilting his head in bewilderment from their loud screaming matches. The neighbor however died 7 years after the incident from a hemorrhage. Something had finally peaked his interest.
Leandro started bringing home textbooks from the library, studying about the brain and what it could do. His mother was happy, loving that her son was interested in something at last…. but his obsession reached long lengths when he started hurting animals. Birds, cats, and dogs. He didn’t feel any empathy for them. He wanted to know how each part of the brain really worked, not only by reading it but by seeing it himself. He would never forget the look of terror on his mother’s face, grabbing the bloody rock from his hands and crying at the poor cat he had beaten. Besides being forced to go to therapy by his mother for his lack of empathy, he went on to major in psychology. He got his PhD in neuropsychology at 29 and finished his internship at 31. He was never interested in the clinical aspect. He preferred being in the laboratories, discovering more about such a complex part of the body and publishing his journals on his findings. He made quite a name for himself as a researcher, medically and in other ways. He was always known as the very hot and intelligent researcher, being published online in a few articles, and going to some interviews on television. Because of how specialized he was in the field; he had been asked by the university to brief the students on his findings. He wasn’t exactly a professor; he just had a bit of an affiliation with the university. He only wanted to go there to gather information for his research but he was getting paid anyways so why not? There would always be a small sum of professors, usually women who would go to his lectures. The man was dropping dead gorgeous and a genius, who would want to miss out on that?
The only person in his life who saw the small amounts of kindness he possessed was his mother. She indeed made an impact on him in some way. He would bring her flowers, tuck her in and speak to her in her hospital bed. She had gotten old and was too weak to take care of herself. Although those three words of affection never left his mouth, she knew that he did love her and that there was some light to this brooding man she called her son. She passed away peacefully in her sleep and he would always bring flowers to her grave whenever he got the chance, he never forgets. To this day, he has never met or known about his father. He doesn’t care to know. He allowed his mother to carry whatever harsh memories of that man to her grave. Although he would never admit it, the death took him hard. He believed that the world was too corrupted for such a pure soul. His nihilistic approach to life had halted a bit, believing that maybe there was a purpose to it all. He met his ex-wife when he was 33. She was sweet, caring and all the light. However, the marriage didn’t work. She said he was heartless, never said he loved her and he would forever be alone. She was just too blind to see his actions. He accepted her wishes but after the whirlwind of that relationship, he became desensitized to things like love and affection, gradually pulling him back into his nihilism.
If you wanted to be f***ed, to feel physical pleasure and pain, then he was the perfect guy for you. However, if you were looking for things like romance in him, then you would be extremely disappointed. He would never bother to show that soft side in him to anyone else after what happened with his marriage. Maybe if she were patient enough to work with him, she could have discovered more within his cold heart, but she was impatient. He turned to hate anyone who were overly optimistic and unctuous — anyone who resembled that woman. He already knew he did not align with those type of people. He could never understand how they could be so optimistic in such a disgusting and meaningless world.
† Meant for romance, gore, crime, psychological and action roleplays †
Theme song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=np02phdwrwk
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♔ QUOTES ♔
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"....You stopped me for this?"
"If you want to be f***ed just say so...if not get out of my way."
"Love? You mean the chemical that makes humans
irrational mammals? I've heard of it but no, I don't feel it for you.
I f*** you when it benefits me and when you simply can't satisfy
yourself. That's all it is, nothing less and nothing more"
"I never knew what the meaning of life was, so it
baffles me why I think you're a waste of it.
A waste of mass, oxygen and energy."
"I'm a neuropsychologist, not your therapist and surely
not your lover. I don't care about what
happens in your life."
"Why I became a neuropsychologist? The next best
thing was serial killer. Not really my thing."
"You want a divorce?...Okay."
10 | Apr 23rd 2021 22:22