Marcos
Kenzo
Rossi
*basics, personality, backstory,
writing sample, *headcanons.
full name:
marcos kenzo 健三 rossialias(-es):
marco, maro, ken, gioiaethnicity:
white-asiannationality:
argentinianbirthdate:
27/07/200X
20 years oldoccupation:
arts student at YIAS - oil painting dept.
gallery artist.gender+pronouns:
cismale. he/shesexuality:
pansexual
192cm | 6'3"
82kg | 180lbs
The western influence in his looks is quite obvious— and, well, for good reason, considering he lived his whole life in South America. He finds himself standing out a fair lot in Japan, being as tall as he is and having tanner skin, not to mention his... dubious choices in fashion.It's not that he doesn't care about his appearance, of course. He's simply eccentric, obnoxiously so, and enjoys showing it off both in his speech as well as his accessories.Perhaps he isn't so wrong, though, and some may actually find some appeal in the moles hidden under bold makeup, choppy and lazily layered hair pushed aside to reveal pierced ears, his long acrylic nails making a light tapping sound against the jewelry. Certainly, there may be someone out there who enjoys the view— but it's not what Kenzo's after, not really.
| likes♥ |
|---|
| the cold, blush, red on pale skin, long hair, intelligent people, collecting brushes, exercise, rock music, business cards, casinos, reality shows, drag queens, crossdressing |
| ♡dislikes |
|---|
| incense, early mornings, grocery shopping, lies, green juice, busy schedules, historical shows |
two faced
selfish
stubborn
passionate
charming
playful
Leo ☼ Scorpio ☾ Aquarius ✧
ESFP - 3w2 - sanguine - neutral evil,Kenzo has made a name for himself almost exclusively for being widely disliked. His talent plays into it, naturally— no matter how much people hate him, he's still good at what he does. He thinks that irks people even more, but it's really just his attitude that gets to the public.
It would be one thing to call him outspoken, but really, he just loves the sound of his own voice. He will stand up for what he believes in, and for what he doesn't care for, too, as long as it gets him something. Shutting up may be an option for others, but not for him, not in his mind.
And if he had to pick a favorite topic to talk about, it would surely be talking about others. Petty gossip, passing judgment on those around him, whatever it is: give him a name, and he will get a story.
But there must be some reason he isn't completely hated, right? For one, he's still good at his job, for two, he's an amazing flatterer. No matter what he says behind your back, he will sing nothing but praises to your face— if you catch some passive-agression or sarcasm in his tone, really, that's on you. Unless you do something to earn his open dislike, you're on the safe side, probably.
Maro was born and raised in the capital of Argentina as the third son in his family.Despite coming from a big family, he never felt particularly close to them— being an up-and-coming politician, his father spent most of his time working, and even though she was no longer in her home country, his mother still dedicated most of her life to acting. They loved one another, and raised their kids well, of course, but once they were old enough to spend time by themselves, they left their kids largely on their own.His older brothers didn't do much to entertain him, either. The oldest son only studied all day, and the middle son played around and called it 'practice'. While more interesting than books, Maro wasn't very amused by his antics, and so didn't care to get along with him.Instead, the youngest would tag along to his parents' work events— the ones he was allowed at— in search of something worth his time.The conversations shared among grownups were often technical and boring, but once he found the right crowd and got them to like him, it was smooth sailing. He soon found himself at ease while mingling with people of higher standing, getting to hear stories both amusing and disturbing— he was aware that those kinds of people always had their secrets, but never would he have thought they would be so fascinating.It was around that time he started painting, too. It didn't take long for him to get good at it, either, or at least to figure out what people wanted to see from him. Being surrounded by elitists and professionals sure had its advantages.Eventually, though, those adventures began feeling like routine. Today's gossip sounded the same as yesterday's, and it was hard to find new faces in these surroundings.He found a refuge of sorts in his art, the one thing that allowed him to explore the world from the comfort of his home. All he had to do was dip his brush and paint. It gave him a place to be honest, to show the world as he saw it— how every rose has thorns, and no pretty thing is free of cruelty.While critics praised him, those who had opened the door for him into the arts weren't quite as happy. Maro was aware his own paintings were distasteful, but that's how it was supposed to be.His mother, at least, seemed quite proud of her son, the only one of the three who had followed her down the creative path. She encouraged him to follow his talent into college, to find people who could challenge him.But rather than a challenge, what Maro wanted was a change. He had grown bored of the people he grew up around, of seeing the same old streets everyday. The thought of college did give him an idea, though.Accompanied by his mother, Maro flew to her home country, Japan, to enroll in Tokyo University of the Arts. Surely, he'd be able to find something new there, right?
The studio was silent, for once, only the brushing of bristles against canvas occupying the space.On any other day, Kenzo would've loved to hear whatever his model had to say— it would give him an insight on the kind of person they were, the kinds of paintings he could make out of them— but not this time.The displeasure was evident on his face, and even more so on the clattering of supplies when they hit the ground after his hand pushed them aside.It wasn't so unusual for him to act out like this, but to those who didn't know him, the contrast between his usually composed façade and these tantrums could be quite startling.With a sigh, he waved the model away, gesturing for her to leave. "This isn't working. Get out."
- Maro was supposed to be his legal name, but it ended up as Marcos due to an administrative's mistake.
- lately, he's been into dioramas.
- though he used to hate the stereotype of feminine gay men, he somehow got swept up in it once he started going out into the scene.
- he took theatre classes when he was younger, but stopped going when he couldn't get the role he wanted.
- he can play guitar and sings decently.
- architecture was his second choice for major, though he's really bad at maths.
- hates having to act humble at compliments. his attitude towards clients has gotten quite a few reviewers upset.
- does a lot of body painting in his free time. he's considered getting a few tattoos out of it, but it would ruin the 'canvas'.
- his main inspirations are caravaggio, nicola samori, santiago caruso
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