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R I C K Y
G O N Z A L E Z
☽ “You look at people and see puzzles. I see games.” ☾
enemy || the weeknd /|\ i put a spell on you || annie lennox /|\ starboy || the weeknd ft daftpunk
Fᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ✦ Jay Alvarrez
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #3090C7]
Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #2A2A57
G O N Z A L E Z
☽ “You look at people and see puzzles. I see games.” ☾
enemy || the weeknd /|\ i put a spell on you || annie lennox /|\ starboy || the weeknd ft daftpunk
Fᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ✦ Jay Alvarrez
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #3090C7]
Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #2A2A57
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Ricardo Julian Gonzalez
N I C K N A M E S
"If we're being completely honest, I've been called a host of things. Jackass. Jerk. Asshole. Douche...they get tedious, monotonous, boring. After awhile, you kinda want something different, but maybe that's me."
Ricky, Rick, or Rico {Ricky is the most common; most of his friends choose between the three, though all know he prefers the first} || Pretty Boy Rick, Pretty Boy {Half are teasing, half are mocking; he likes them anyway}
B I R T H XD A T E|| S T A RXS I G N
May 15th || Taurus
A G E
18
E T H N I C I T Y
40% Argentinian || 35% Polish || 25% German
H O M E T O W N
"Believe it or not, despite the fact that I clearly look like I stepped out of some surfer dude shack on the boardwalk, I actually miss my hometown. I prefer Cali, don't get me wrong, but Arizona was fun. Just hotter, if you'd believe it."
Scottsdale, Arizona
S E X U A L I T Y|| R E L A T I O N S H I PXS T A T U S
Bisexual || Single
R O L E
The Model
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6'1 & 140 lbs
A P P E A R A N C E
Ricky is the perfect combination of both of his parents, which is probably why they began his modeling career at five. While he has the light complexion of his father which tans quite easily due to his constant exposure to the sun, he has the deceptively soft whiskey-brown eyes of his mother set beneath his father's thick, dark eyebrows. While his lips aren't nearly as full as hers, the cupid bow of his father's makes his mouth kissable on a face that consists of her sharp cheeks and surprisingly square jawline. A very active youth who enjoys sports more than he actually likes playing in the rather controlled environment, Ricky's years of continuous fitness has paid off in an impressive physique has no qualms about showing off, especially after having accumulated all of his tattoos, much to the chagrin of his modeling agency and mother. His hair, having been longer than the average boys' for years, has recently been chopped, though his highlighted dark blonde curls are still as wild in the shorter cut he requested over the summer, and is still able to be pulled back into a small bun or ponytail should he so choose.
S T Y L E
If there was ever a guy who cared so passionately about his appearance, it would be Ricky. While not ostentatious in making sure everyone knows the brands each clothing item he wears comes from, which is something he detests quite fervently about new money, make no mistake that Ricky wears nothing short of designer clothing, shoes, and accessories. The overall suave yet easygoing disposition his person possesses carries over into his wardrobe, thus making a pair of simple shorts and a short-sleeved shirt - with respect to keeping his well-muscled arms on tantalizing display - look more expensive than a less fortunate classmate's best dress. He especially loves to wear his tuxes and suits when the occasion calls for it, such as when his peers host parties at exclusive lounges and clubs.
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Charismatic ✦ Deceptive ✧ Callous ✦ Meddlesome ✧ Arrogant
Manipulative ✦ Erratic ✧ Remorseless ✦ Adventurous
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When taking in Ricky, even when he is dressed to the nines or situated on the cover of a magazine, it is easy to fall under the illusion that this is simply just a handsome boy who knows that he is handsome and is living the best of his life. When at school, propped against his Lamborghini Huracan joking around with friends, or at a party where he's doing shots in front of the DJ stand before cannon-balling into the pool, it is easy to believe wholeheartedly that Ricky is privileged yet easy-going, finding pleasure in the simplest of things. It has never been hard for him to keep a party going or reel people in with his seeming placidity, but the issue is that Ricky isn't simple at all. Sure, he enjoys normal activities like hanging out with his friends playing video games, working out, finding new food spots to get his grub on, but his veil of harmlessness is transparent, at best, pearlescent in that it's so pretty a picture that those who do not know him don't understand that it isn't that Ricky has simple pleasures at all. Ricky finds his pleasure....in anything, and that includes the drama.
For all his lackadaisical mannerisms, Ricky thrives off of the deliciousness that can be found in the scandalous lives of both his richer peers and not, oftentimes at the thick of the issue when people least expect him to be. Despite gossip typically being treated as a feminine occupation, Ricky tends to see people as games and game pieces in a much larger game where the goal is simply to see who entertains him the most. He likes being on top of the latest scandal, has enough loyal followers to willingly spread his rumors and lies (and even the secrets he's been entrusted with, should they serve his ultimate goal of self-obsessed entertainment), and enough gall to go on about his day as if he hadn't just committed a betrayal. He is an instigator, using the situations other people find themselves in for his own enjoyment, to be able to push and see how far he can get another person to go all the while pretending that he isn't involved at all. And having them convinced he is not as well.
The worst part is that Ricky feels no real guilt about his actions or who gets hurt along the way. Perhaps, he does not know how; his parents have ceased his therapy, after all. Oh, he can put on quite the performance. With a charm that has dropped quite a number of panties and boxer-briefs, a glibness only the best of performative socialites can believably convey, Ricky can seem like the most sympathetic and sincere person people have ever met when - all the while - his feelings revolve only around his own self-interest. No matter what he does, even when his fellow elite benefit from his machinations, Ricky's first and foremost priority is himself and what makes him happy. This makes Ricky incredibly dangerous because the self-centered boy that he is, desires his own level of control (and no one discovering his manipulations) because without it - when he feels at the mercy of others and as if things aren't going his way - he can be hot-headed and reckless, and his revenge and subsequent rage can be hard to tame, frightening even. The truth of the matter is that for all his carelessness, Ricky does care - about himself and what he wants, even when it does or does not align with the desires of other people. And he's a hairpin trigger away from losing his shit when things aren't going his way, exploding with the assurance that in most cases, he's always going to be able to walk away from the situation without any guilt and scheme and plot once again.
Charismatic ✦ Deceptive ✧ Callous ✦ Meddlesome ✧ Arrogant
Manipulative ✦ Erratic ✧ Remorseless ✦ Adventurous
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When taking in Ricky, even when he is dressed to the nines or situated on the cover of a magazine, it is easy to fall under the illusion that this is simply just a handsome boy who knows that he is handsome and is living the best of his life. When at school, propped against his Lamborghini Huracan joking around with friends, or at a party where he's doing shots in front of the DJ stand before cannon-balling into the pool, it is easy to believe wholeheartedly that Ricky is privileged yet easy-going, finding pleasure in the simplest of things. It has never been hard for him to keep a party going or reel people in with his seeming placidity, but the issue is that Ricky isn't simple at all. Sure, he enjoys normal activities like hanging out with his friends playing video games, working out, finding new food spots to get his grub on, but his veil of harmlessness is transparent, at best, pearlescent in that it's so pretty a picture that those who do not know him don't understand that it isn't that Ricky has simple pleasures at all. Ricky finds his pleasure....in anything, and that includes the drama.
For all his lackadaisical mannerisms, Ricky thrives off of the deliciousness that can be found in the scandalous lives of both his richer peers and not, oftentimes at the thick of the issue when people least expect him to be. Despite gossip typically being treated as a feminine occupation, Ricky tends to see people as games and game pieces in a much larger game where the goal is simply to see who entertains him the most. He likes being on top of the latest scandal, has enough loyal followers to willingly spread his rumors and lies (and even the secrets he's been entrusted with, should they serve his ultimate goal of self-obsessed entertainment), and enough gall to go on about his day as if he hadn't just committed a betrayal. He is an instigator, using the situations other people find themselves in for his own enjoyment, to be able to push and see how far he can get another person to go all the while pretending that he isn't involved at all. And having them convinced he is not as well.
The worst part is that Ricky feels no real guilt about his actions or who gets hurt along the way. Perhaps, he does not know how; his parents have ceased his therapy, after all. Oh, he can put on quite the performance. With a charm that has dropped quite a number of panties and boxer-briefs, a glibness only the best of performative socialites can believably convey, Ricky can seem like the most sympathetic and sincere person people have ever met when - all the while - his feelings revolve only around his own self-interest. No matter what he does, even when his fellow elite benefit from his machinations, Ricky's first and foremost priority is himself and what makes him happy. This makes Ricky incredibly dangerous because the self-centered boy that he is, desires his own level of control (and no one discovering his manipulations) because without it - when he feels at the mercy of others and as if things aren't going his way - he can be hot-headed and reckless, and his revenge and subsequent rage can be hard to tame, frightening even. The truth of the matter is that for all his carelessness, Ricky does care - about himself and what he wants, even when it does or does not align with the desires of other people. And he's a hairpin trigger away from losing his shit when things aren't going his way, exploding with the assurance that in most cases, he's always going to be able to walk away from the situation without any guilt and scheme and plot once again.
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Q U I R K S
Weirdly enough, despite having copious amount of money from both his parents and his own career, Ricky never carries anything lower than a twenty dollar bill unless he's made change while out. Even then, if he can get away with it, he would just swipe his card, leaving his bills crisp and unbroken to anything smaller. He also never fails to look in the mirror every time he passes one. Call it a leftover from having modeled for what feels like all his life, lending to a continued stressing of maintaining his physical appearance, or just his plain arrogance, but if there's a reflective surface on the way in or out of a place, know that he's stopping for two seconds to observe. Even with his hair cut shorter, Ricky can't stop himself from wearing a tie on his left wrist, even if it's below one of his expensive watches. He likes plucking at it, especially when he's aggravated or getting bored. Another quirk would be his coconut allergy, which is very recent because he'd grown up eating coconut cookies, German chocolate cake, and those snowball pastries found in corner stores that his mother loved as a child only to suddenly break out from coconut a year ago. As much as he dislikes the stuff now, he dislikes it for what it does to him, not for the texture or flavor because if it didn't feel like it would kill him, Ricky would probably be crushing a slice of German chocolate cake right this second. Lastly, he has he finds inexplicable pleasure in dipping Wendy's fries in a chocolate Wendy's frosty.
H A B I T S
It never fails that when he sits back in a seat, Ricky has to cross one leg over the other. Call it residual mannerisms from the etiquette lessons his mother bestowed upon him, or something he's simply comfortable with after trying to emulate his father's commanding presence all these years - regardless, the very posh pose is something Ricky can't help. It is the exact opposite of when he's perched on a counter or propped up against something, his lays splayed widely and relaxed. Also, Ricky tends to whistle when he's waiting or idle, not particularly because he feels an itch to whistle per se, but because he knows how much the sound can be aggravating in any given situation, such as the chattering pair to his left who weren't expecting the sound or even in the library when someone is trying to study. His leg tends to shake if he's sitting down and heating up/getting angry, but if he's standing he seems to need to crack his neck, extending it from the left and to the right as if he needs to loosen it in a last ditch effort to not completely lose his shit. Lastly, Ricky is used to having a hand in his hair.. When it was longer and he left it out, he couldn't stop himself from tucking strands behind his ear and raking the luscious locks back from his face idly, most of the time not even thinking the action over; it was usually instinctive. Now, even with it shorter and slightly tapered at the sides, he can be seen fiddling with the lighter ends while deep in thought or still running his hand over the top of the hair, pushing it back when it falls too lazily into his face should he have styled it in a particular way for the day or if the mood just so happened to strike him.
L I K E S
lots of sex ✦ sushi ✧ music ✦ flirting ✧ meddling and instigating ✦ everclear ✧ hawaii ✦ swimming and being in the water in general ✧ photography ✦ himself ✧ drama ✦ motorcycles ✧ rumors about himself ✦ working out ✧ armani ✦ chocolate-chip pancakes ✧ gossip ✦ traveling ✧ bedrooms with ceilings made of mirrors ✦ Steve Aoki ✧ video games ✦ going to sports games with his Dad ✧ starbucks caramel machiatto with extra caramel ✦ partying ✧ scheming ✦ attention ✧ tacos ✦ being entertained ✧ social media ✦ vanilla coke ✧ adrenaline rushes ✦ most fast food, but esp. places with crispy fries on the menu ✧ yachts
D I S L I K E S
onion rings ✦ people who think he honestly cares about their opinion ✧ losing ✦ flings who over-stay their welcome ✧ dealing with tears ✦ anyone trying to damage his image ✧ brussel sprouts ✦ coyotes ✧ tea ✦ elevators ✧ hangovers ✦ rules ✧ country music ✦ commitment ✧ subways and most subway stations ✦ pink starbursts ✧ coconut water and coconut in general, esp. since he's allergic ✦ being told what to do or being told no ✧ seeing people lie to themselves ✦ boredom ✧ golf ✦ losers and people who are weak ✧ not being the one to initiate physical contact ✦ new money ✧ spicy food ✦ small plates
Weirdly enough, despite having copious amount of money from both his parents and his own career, Ricky never carries anything lower than a twenty dollar bill unless he's made change while out. Even then, if he can get away with it, he would just swipe his card, leaving his bills crisp and unbroken to anything smaller. He also never fails to look in the mirror every time he passes one. Call it a leftover from having modeled for what feels like all his life, lending to a continued stressing of maintaining his physical appearance, or just his plain arrogance, but if there's a reflective surface on the way in or out of a place, know that he's stopping for two seconds to observe. Even with his hair cut shorter, Ricky can't stop himself from wearing a tie on his left wrist, even if it's below one of his expensive watches. He likes plucking at it, especially when he's aggravated or getting bored. Another quirk would be his coconut allergy, which is very recent because he'd grown up eating coconut cookies, German chocolate cake, and those snowball pastries found in corner stores that his mother loved as a child only to suddenly break out from coconut a year ago. As much as he dislikes the stuff now, he dislikes it for what it does to him, not for the texture or flavor because if it didn't feel like it would kill him, Ricky would probably be crushing a slice of German chocolate cake right this second. Lastly, he has he finds inexplicable pleasure in dipping Wendy's fries in a chocolate Wendy's frosty.
H A B I T S
It never fails that when he sits back in a seat, Ricky has to cross one leg over the other. Call it residual mannerisms from the etiquette lessons his mother bestowed upon him, or something he's simply comfortable with after trying to emulate his father's commanding presence all these years - regardless, the very posh pose is something Ricky can't help. It is the exact opposite of when he's perched on a counter or propped up against something, his lays splayed widely and relaxed. Also, Ricky tends to whistle when he's waiting or idle, not particularly because he feels an itch to whistle per se, but because he knows how much the sound can be aggravating in any given situation, such as the chattering pair to his left who weren't expecting the sound or even in the library when someone is trying to study. His leg tends to shake if he's sitting down and heating up/getting angry, but if he's standing he seems to need to crack his neck, extending it from the left and to the right as if he needs to loosen it in a last ditch effort to not completely lose his shit. Lastly, Ricky is used to having a hand in his hair.. When it was longer and he left it out, he couldn't stop himself from tucking strands behind his ear and raking the luscious locks back from his face idly, most of the time not even thinking the action over; it was usually instinctive. Now, even with it shorter and slightly tapered at the sides, he can be seen fiddling with the lighter ends while deep in thought or still running his hand over the top of the hair, pushing it back when it falls too lazily into his face should he have styled it in a particular way for the day or if the mood just so happened to strike him.
L I K E S
lots of sex ✦ sushi ✧ music ✦ flirting ✧ meddling and instigating ✦ everclear ✧ hawaii ✦ swimming and being in the water in general ✧ photography ✦ himself ✧ drama ✦ motorcycles ✧ rumors about himself ✦ working out ✧ armani ✦ chocolate-chip pancakes ✧ gossip ✦ traveling ✧ bedrooms with ceilings made of mirrors ✦ Steve Aoki ✧ video games ✦ going to sports games with his Dad ✧ starbucks caramel machiatto with extra caramel ✦ partying ✧ scheming ✦ attention ✧ tacos ✦ being entertained ✧ social media ✦ vanilla coke ✧ adrenaline rushes ✦ most fast food, but esp. places with crispy fries on the menu ✧ yachts
D I S L I K E S
onion rings ✦ people who think he honestly cares about their opinion ✧ losing ✦ flings who over-stay their welcome ✧ dealing with tears ✦ anyone trying to damage his image ✧ brussel sprouts ✦ coyotes ✧ tea ✦ elevators ✧ hangovers ✦ rules ✧ country music ✦ commitment ✧ subways and most subway stations ✦ pink starbursts ✧ coconut water and coconut in general, esp. since he's allergic ✦ being told what to do or being told no ✧ seeing people lie to themselves ✦ boredom ✧ golf ✦ losers and people who are weak ✧ not being the one to initiate physical contact ✦ new money ✧ spicy food ✦ small plates
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Ricky is the fourth child of wealthy Argentinian oil baron, Nicolas Gonzalez and his third and final wife, Courtney Gonzalez, a two-time Emmy actress who has specialized in period and historical dramas with her most recent work being in an action tv series on HBO as a change to her career. Despite the very apparent twenty year age difference between his parents, which his older siblings have poiinted out, Ricky has only seen his parents be extremely loving towards one another. While his father isn't necessarily the most emotionally involved individual when it comes to anyone who isn't the wife who demands his attention, Ricky has a surprisingly normal relationship with his parents, especially after what they discovered happened during his younger modeling days, which probably would explain his tendency to get in and out of trouble; his parents can't see him doing anything other than being a teenage boy. His siblings don't like them.
H I S T O R Y
It would be Courtney who would later be a Hollywood High School alumni and Ricky's connection to the school when it was necessary for him to transfer. At first, however, there was no Hollywood High - not anymore for her. There was acting and getting into as many upper crest, high society events that she could get into using her connections. Courtney hadn't lived a particularly hard life, she could never dramatize that. But the second she had a taste of the high life, she knew she would never stop striving until she had implanted herself into the thick of a safe, luxurious lifestyle. That was where Nicolas came in. After a chance invitation to an art gallery opening in Washington state, Courtney came across Nicolas who had been attending with his then-wife, Lauren. It was an unhappy yet stable marriage, mostly with his having not been truly in love since the passing of his first wife who mothered three of his children. All three loved their step-mother.
In all honesty, Courtney had not been searching for Nicolas in particular. She'd briefly seen him and thought he was an attractive man, and that she appreciated the way he commanded the atmosphere around him. But she hadn't wanted to sign up for home-wrecking; she'd been looking for someone younger, anyway. Yet and still, the moment Nicolas saw her had been the done deal. He'd relentlessly pursued her, not at all thwarted when she gave chase and played coy for the next year. Lauren will later say among her debutante friends that she was convinced Courtney had been sleeping with him since day one, which is in fact a vicious lie circulated by Lauren's counterparts to ruin her public image. It definitely affected her reputation, but as both Nicolas and her own manager said, press was press - whether good or bad. Courtney was going to have to live with it, regardless of the truth. So, despite her reluctant acceptance of his charms and the surprising gentle quality of his soul which she had not anticipated, Courtney acquiesced - but only if Nicolas divorced Lauren and put a ring on her finger instead.
It took two years into their knowing one another for the two of them to be married and then another two before Courtney gave birth to Ricky. She had wanted a family, but she wanted to plan for her child's conception, not wanting to affect either the show she'd been a long-running cast member in nor the production of a film she'd known about since just after meeting Nicolas. Yet and still, after two years of a surprisingly happy and honest marriage with the only real hiccup being his older children's shunning of her, Courtney gave birth to Ricky. From the day he was born, he had been called a gorgeous baby. With his precious gummy smile and warm eyes he inherited from his mother, Courtney had fiddled with the idea of him modeling from the very beginning. But she and Nicolas had waited; they had him walking, talking, learning to speak Spanish, and genuinely being a kid for a few years before they allowed him to do his very first photo shoot for Baby Gap. The rest, as anyone else would say, was history.
At first, when he was eight, it was easy to shrug off the rare violent outbursts. Courtney used to say, "He has his father's temper," all the time. However, once he broke the glass windows of their Arizona home at twelve, it was abundantly clear that something needed to be addressed. At the time, neither had particularly not taken care to watch him during his modeling shoots because for all his popularity and growing fame, he was still their child. They just trusted certain photographers, especially renown photographer Victor Baptiste. When Victor had been caught in a scandal of having assaulted a few of the minors he'd been working with, neither had anticipated Ricky being one of them; he'd never given them any clues. However, after one session with a therapist, it was revealed that he'd been assaulted multiple times and that he had had - for quite some time - Intermittent Explosive Disorder. It had been a shock and while Nicolas sought to ruin every facet of Victor's life, Courtney followed the doctor's orders fastidiously; she took him to psychotherapy when she could herself and made sure to monitor Ricky's medicinal intake and all prescriptions. If they spoiled him before, their guilt at not knowing what happened to their little boy only magnified their indulgence.
Which is why, when they officially moved to California, Ricky came on a wave of entitled charm and unbridled diabolical potential. His medication calmed him, kept him from losing it, but he hated every second of it. Especially during the emergence of Gossip Goddess. In fact, it was never that he hated it - on the contrary, he absolutely loved the blog and from the second he was brought into the folds of the popular crowd of Hollywood High, he'd taken to even supplying information whenever he could. After awhile, he became bored with the scraps he'd received, realizing how many of his peers either stopped participating in drama or tried even harder to keep their secrets. So, he began devising situations himself and instigating where he could, wanting the entertainment that came with seeing others distressed and exposed. All the while still seeing therapists; he was on his third. This was the one, last year, who had changed the game by announcing her belief that after a year of studying his behavior and comments that Ricky had antisocial personality disorder. His father had been livid at the exclamation, insulted and disbelieving without wanting to hear a better definition of the disorder. Courtney, for once, was quiet on the matter. So, Nicolas took charge and pulled Ricky out of therapy, leaving him this past summer to adjust to his lack of medication and keeping it as under wraps as he possibly could. He couldn't have been diagnosed until this year anyway, when he officially turned eighteen, so he - like his father - is ignoring the very obvious signs of his disregard for other people, wanting to go out with a bang as he finishes his final year at Hollywood High School.
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