Post by HEATHCLIFF SILIVASI on Jul 20, 2010 21:11:22 GMT -5
Heathcliff ‘Heath’ Silivasi
Low Class
Low Class
Canon: Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
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Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Haughty and unkempt, his dark, brooding aura tainting everything around him, Heathcliff, through seemingly endless eyes, can stare at you so forcefully that it is like he is peering right into your very soul. Large, heavy lidded and icy blue in colour, Heathcliff’s eyes can ensnare your senses and just as easily dismiss them with a mere glance. Behind them, a wild light seems to glint, like they are keeping a vicious animal at bay and in some cases, perhaps this assessment of him is correct.
Dark hair falling widely around his face in a wavy tangle, Heathcliff, though a Yorkshire man by birth has all the pale skinned, almost ethereal appearance of the historic Romani people. He appears to be all that is considered as pure and yet is tainted and starkly contrasted by his dark nature. Standing tall, around about 6’1, Heathcliff has a lithe frame and slender, if not a little muscled limbs, his tall somewhat intimidating stature a compliment to his dark, passionate yet incredibly vindictive nature. He is like a dark shadow, figuratively consuming everything within 3 feet of him in a dark, pulsating aura before tuning around and decimating it all like a hurricane, the wildness of his character reflected not only in his looks but in his sense of style, preferring darker shades to anything else.
His style is that of a casual, scruffy yet somehow neat young man opting for t-shirts overlaid by open shirts and jeans. Waistcoats and blazers may come into play every now and then and Most of the time he will accessorize with a scarf. He is both frightening and beautiful to those who naively look at him before knowing his character well enough so as not to get involved with him. With handsome features Heathcliff can act like a magnate for those who find him attractive despite his cold and brooding manner.
Other distinguishing features: A number of tattoos adorn his youthful arms
Play By: Ville Valo
PERSONALITY
Unpredictability and anger for those who dare close in on him are common acquaintances of this young man and his haughty, stone cold nature. He is cruel, dismissive and cold to those he does not think worthy of his attention and if you should cross him, though he may not react instantly he will fool you by brushing off your affront like dust from his jacket, allowing you to think you have won before striking back at you like an adder when you are not expecting it. He will sink into a reverie, lying wait as he plans on how to bring you crashing down without a second thought. Revenge is a dish best served cold and in Heaths cookery book, cold is exactly how it will be served. He has a sharp, penetrating mind, never missing a trick. If you lie to him, that mere flinch you gave, that tiny aversion of you eyes for a mere second, the hesitation in your defense are all things he will notice, observing and assessing you as he stares through you with those ice cold eyes.
It would be wise to say Heathcliff is not a pleasant nor approachable fellow, he is a loner, incredibly angry, hot-tempered and wallows in his own thoughts, allowing them to consume him, often loosing track of the real world. Having grown bitter over the years, he is indeed a flawed character; twisted and somewhat burned by rejection through he is not wholly evil, no matter how hard he will try to have you believe he is. Inside he is lonely and his once warm heart has since cooled, freezing out the hurt that life has thrown at him. He is afraid of opening upto anyone again, terrified of the judgment thrown at him by those who think him less of a man then they and his pain has curdled into a harsh shield of despair .
Hatred is his only defense, he uses it as the catalyst which fuels his dark nature, making sure no one can get through to the true Heathcliff sealed inside. He is like a butterfly, sealed in a cocoon of safety, a brooding defense mechanism of hate, retribution and a rejection of anyone who dares get close to him. He is quick to anger and dose not take kindly to a challenge. He will shout, insult and abuse if pushed far enough by someone who dares to get under his skin and can sometimes turn to violence, holding a grudge and letting it fester inside him until he can act his revenge.
He is obsessive, Passionate, never giving up on anything he wants until he gets it and mark my words he will get it. Calculating, intellectual and in the opinion of some, utterly without a conscience, feeling no guilt for the pain he can inflict on those he sees as doing him a wrong. However one look from Cathy, with those burning eyes of hers, can bring him crashing to the ground with the ease of a hurricane tearing up a tree from it's roots. Love is his weakness, Catherine is his weakness, her ability to disarm him, strip him of his shield and see clearly through to his soul frightens him. He loathes her for it and yet loves her deeply, no matter how monstrously he acts to her. She is the only one who can tame the beast within him and if it is Cathy who holds the shackles, he will gladly allow her to slip the chain around his neck.
Likes:
- Cathy
- The Cure, Bauhaus, Alice in Chains, The Sisters of Mercy, Siouxie and the Banshees, David Bowie
- His Guitar
- Artwork by H.R Geiger, Edvard Munch, Salvador Dali, M C Escher
- True-life stories of dark, historical serial killers like Jack the Ripper, Ted Bundy and The Zodiac Killer, intrigued by what drove them to do the things they did.
- Experimental films
- The scent of Freesias
- Roses
- Cigarettes
Dislikes:
- Cathy
- Almost everyone around him, weather he knows them or not
- Ridiculous Petty women who crave his attention
- Simpering Men who allow their women to rule them
- The Rich and High Class
- His cheating Father
Strengths:
- He is Passionate, incredibly so despite how hard he tries to hide it.
- His Love for Cathy, though his many flaws mount against him, it is clear that what he feels for Cathy is a true burning love. He would do anything for her should she ask it.
- Determination; He will always strive to do his best
Weaknesses:
- Arrogance; He has it, his condescending nature becoming most prominent around Cathy.
- Cruelty; rearing its ugliest head around those fools who dare to faun over his Cathy.
- Catherine; She makes him weak. Though she treats him as monstrously as he treats her, more so in some cases, she is his greatest weakness and should anyone wish to bring down the cool, aloof Heathcliff, Catherine should be their target.
BACKGROUND
Family: Viviana Silivasi (Mother) Heath Kennedy (Father) Missing and presumed dead.
Education: Primary Schooling, never quite made it through Secondary school and has since taught himself everything he knows.
Occupation: Musician and Assistant to the well off businessman Mr Ernshaw
Worst past experience: The abandonment of him and his mother by his worthless Father.
Best past experience: Yet to come...
Image: Most people tend to avoid Heath if he is spotted wandering the streets. He seems to give off a dark aura that alerts the senses of those near by and tells them that he is best given a wide birth. Everything from the way he holds himself down to the way he seems to stare at nothing in particular and yet sees everything, notices everything and watches you as you slip around the corner, your arms laden with shopping bags in order to escape the strange fear he manages to stir with in you.
History: If you were to ask Heathcliff about his life before NYC, you would be met with a stony glare and an expression just daring you to probe further. Those of good sense would know then, that to turn around and walk away would be the best thing to do. However those of us who are less skilled in the particular area of knowing when someone wants you to get out of their face may make the mistake of thinking Heathcliff a troubled man who just needs someone to talk to and in which case, you would be promptly met with a threat and if you care to push even further, violence. The son of a Romanian immigrant named Viviana Sillivasi, Heathcliff’s father was well out of the picture 8 months before his birth. He left Viviana homeless, without a penny to her name and pregnant with his child. The man in question a flighty, somewhat arrogant man named Heath Kennedy, from which Heathcliff’s own name was derived, came form a high class background and in his arrogance, saw a fling with an exotic woman as mere sport, never seriously considering settling down with her.
With all the dark, piercing features of her Romani ancestors, the Gypsies, as perhaps they are known nowadays, Viviana was a beautiful, fiery and spiritual young woman with a love for travel. Having come form an impoverished home back in Romania, she’d seen fit to study abroad choosing Yorkshire, a county to the north of England as her base. Unluckily it also threw her into the path of the Kennedy family and their son, well known around the locale as a cad. A whirlwind romance later and Viviana found herself out of money and unable to return home and pregnant with his child. Naming the child Heathcliff, after his father whom she still loved dearly despite the horrendous way he had treated her, Viviana moved into a small bed-sit in the town of Howarth.
Though Viviana was present throughout his childhood, Heathcliff grew up wild, insolent and figuratively alone, teaching himself everything he knew whilst his mother willed away her days pining after the man who’d near enough destroyed her. He was never close to his mother and it would probably be safe to say she felt no bond with him either. He was practically an orphan. The other children at the schools he attended made fun of him, calling him names, moulding him into a cold, distant personality, looking down upon him and contemptuously sneering at him for his mere existence. He got into fights constantly, earning himself the reputation of a wild uncontrollable animal. His mother was a simpering fool, his father a bastard who deserved to suffer and those around him pawns in his internal, solitary game of chess.
Finding solstice in dark music, which reflected his moody nature and growing accustomed to roaming the wild Yorkshire Moors just outside of Howarth in order to calm himself down and allow him the quite contemplation he desired, Heathcliff took up guitar playing as an escape, sparing him from the cold contempt he received simply for walking down the street. Needless to say he never made it though High School, pulling out aged 15 and concentrating on the dark melodies he’d become adept at weaving on the guitar he had named Thrushcross. With nothing to keep him in Yorkshire and no future ahead for a poor, under-educated boy, Heathcliff turned to his music for inspiration and taking influences from the classic Gothic bands which plagued the small stereo he had in his small bedroom, he composed a number of songs each as dark and as passionate as the last.
With a little help from some of the more compassionate neighbors, i.e. the ones who pitied the poor unfortunate boy with the absent father and negligent mother, the ones for whom he did small jobs, he managed to scrape together enough money for a flight out of England and over to America, the place they all called ‘land of opportunity’. With nothing but the clothes he wore, the remaining money he’d earned in his pocket and Thrushcross strapped to his back Heathcliff, aged eighteen left Howarth without so much as a word to those who knew him, including his mother, planning only to return once he had proven he was above everyone who’d looked down on him.
Arriving in New York, He spent the first few months busking on the streets to earn money, something he despised doing yet knew it was his only chance given he didn’t want to take orders form anyone who dared say they were above him. Sleeping in a $25 a night YMCA on the west side of Central Park, he continued writing his songs and It wasn’t until one fated meeting with a man named Earnshaw that Heathcliff’s life would change forever. For better or for worse however is yet to be determined.
Having seen Heathcliff on the streets for a few weeks now, Mr Earnshaw, a well-known businessman had taken pity on the poor, English boy with no prospects and offered him a place in his luxurious home, making it clear that it wouldn’t be a free living, he would be a lodger, required to pay a small amount of rent as everyone had to pay the dues but it was to become his home non the less. Having since become rather disappointed with his own son as Earnshaw had confided casually to Heathcliff, he was looking for an assistant to work as part of his head office and knowing Earnshaw to be incredibly rich man thanks to articles in the New York Times Heathcliff gratefully agreed to the proposition. Earnshaw advised him it would be a trial basis at first, but if he could pull a promising young man from the streets and help him take that next step forwards, he would be happy.
Heathcliff was promptly brought into the Earnshaw household and upon arrival, it became clear immediately that the son Earnshaw had spoke of, “Hindley” by name did not welcome the dark young man into his home. Affronted by his father’s rash decision, “Hindley” dually protested against Heathcliff’s presence and made it clear from the beginning that Heathcliff would never be worthy of the Earnshaws. Welcoming Hindley’s spite, having endured much worse back in Yorkshire Heathcliff made it clear right back that one day it would be Hindley who wasn’t worthy of him.
Though their disagreements were kept well out of the way of Mr Earnshaw, they would lock horns many a time over the next few years, “Hindley” treating Heathcliff as a slave and Heathcliff, having grown fond of Mr Earnshaw allowing him to get away with it for the moment so as not to cause the old man any trouble. Though the brother was an abominable young man, it was in Hindley’s younger sister, Catherine that Heathcliff found his true and only friend and his true and only love.
She was a spoiled, arrogant and self-assured bitch, the kind that Heathcliff despised and although at first she tried to command him as much as she did everyone else, he stood against her, faced her down and they developed a complicated, love and hate relationship. Being close in age, opposite in status and yet matched in temper they grew friendly, fighting like cat and dog yet falling together like raindrops, one and the same. Everyone, particularly “Hindley”, looked down on their friendship.
Heathcliff wasn’t worthy of Cathy’s attention; he was below her, an unworthy match according to all in the house but Mr Earnshaw who seemed oblivious to the twos relationship, seeing it as simple folly and friendliness, however Heathcliff couldn’t allow Cathy to belong to anyone else. She was beautiful, full of life, fiery, mischievous and his equal however she was also spiteful, vindictive, everything he despised about women and on some level he knew she looked down upon him as much as the others. It would degrade her to love someone like Heathcliff and though angry it made him, infuriated him, it could not over power the heated, unyielding love he felt for her.
It seemed they would be locked into a vicious circle of love and hate forever. Her incessant flirting infuriated him, her utter denial of the feelings he knew she truly felt for him wounded him like arrows, she was monstrous to him and he was monstrous back yet he would bend for her, he would relent on certain things for her and then she began to drift from him, realizing just how much money could by her, how much the media could spin things, how much her status could do for her and Heathcliff became a mere shadow of her past, constant in his affection and betrayed by her rejection. He couldn’t stand living beside her any longer, the job he had with Earnshaw had proved useful to him and taking out what he’d managed to save, he told Earnshaw he wanted to leave the house and find his own place, having trespassed on Earnshaw’s kindness for long enough.
Now twenty-one years old, Heathcliff removed himself from the Earnshaw residence much to the delight of Hindley and without a word to Cathy, now ridiculously going by her middle name. Agreeing to keep working for Earnshaw part-time, Heathcliff settled into an old attic apartment in St Marks and relinquished all contact with Cathy, dealing directly with Earnshaw only. Unwilling to let Cathy escape him, he began work on his compositions again, if the only way to get her, was to bring himself up to her level, up to her celebrity like status he would do everything in his power to reach it, she would not leave him again.
So now, as August rolls around twenty-five-year old Heathcliff is due to release his first album, titled Wuthering Heights and he’s planning to bring Cathy crashing down to him once more.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
Another cross on the paper another angry stab with the pen. He’d kept track, even if she cared not to notice it. She noticed nothing these days, nothing at all. On the paper was a crudely scrawled calendar and in almost every small box was a thick black cross. A cross for everyday she had spent with her ‘worthy’ friends and a few small dots to outline the few small days she had spent with him. Candles burning low in their holders as the finally rays of red sunlight vanished form the horizon and te noise of the city below took over the night, Heath, his face set in an emotionless mask stared down at the most recent cross he’d scrawled on the paper. Her birthday and she had failed to keep with her promise to meet him.
His piercing eyes near enough burning holes in the calendar, a sudden reaction of rage surged through him and pitched the pen across the room. How can she have snubbed him again? Preoccupied by the attention of the media, never once giving a single thought to him. 'How selfish of you Cathy'. He thought, his pale, ringed hands curling into tight fists as the anger bubbled beneath the surface. 'Certainly made an impact on those fools haven’t you. Everything you wanted Cathy'. His brows narrowing in one swift movement, he pushed himself up from the table, strode over to the window and slammed a hand against the wall in temper. Below him the streets crawled with traffic, the angry voices of Cab drivers pouring in through the open window as they argued over a fair and somewhere out there, Cathy, his Cathy was flaunting herself once more before people who gave her the attention she craved.
It made him sick. What right had she to leave him, if she were to die he would not wish her peace, he would wish her torment until he himself could join her. The anger surged beneath his skin again and he closed his eyes tight for a moment, as if to banish sudden headache. As suddenly as it had come the anger subsided and he turned from the glowing city, running a hand through his dark hair before his gaze quickly found an all too familiar newspaper clipping attached to the refrigerator. The clipping, somewhat crumpled gave the impression that it had been screwed up and flattened out again many a time and if that was your guess it would not be far form the truth. A beaming Catherine stared out at him from the wilted paper and Heathcliff had indeed screwed it up many times before after loosing his temper with her only to flatten it out again moments later.
After what felt like hours, he finally tore his gaze form the smiling Cathy and turning his back on her for the night, he strode over to the moth-eaten sofa and pulling out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket, he lit one up and flicked on the Television, collapsing onto the sunken cushions. His eyebrows once again knitted into a stony glare as the all too familiar eyes stared back at him from the picture, her tinkling laugh taunting the anger inside him once more. Another interview, another snub and another chance for Cathy to once again deny all existence of Heathcliff.
