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pekuliar · 2 years
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Been really enjoying my Paediatrics rotation so far so I thought I’d draw some of these guys as kiddos!!!
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amorestart · 3 years
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atticus kapoor  • dev patel • 31 • he/him • homoromantic homosexual • late night host at san amore community radio• valentine cottages
introductions
tw: dying in a fire, alcoholism, bpd.
this pretentiously named bastard was brought into this world as nothing more than a instrument for his parents' success. born into a line of great musicians, it was expected of him to follow the family tradition: his father, and his father before him were both legendary conductors, his mother's side of the family were all cellists. it wasn't a great surprise when young avi showed great skill in multiple instruments, but exceeded on the piano. this couldn't have pleased his parents more; they were already ruthlessly living through their young son. they dictated his every move, from what he did during the day to what clothes he wore for bed. they paid for the finest tutors, and the best education any young man could hope for. but every day after school it was straight home to practice, the weekends were spent performing or following his parents to performances around the country. unsurprisingly, avi grew up without many people to call friends.
growing in such a cut-throat environment conditioned avi into becoming the evil bastard child he was for most of his younger years, well into his 20s. however, there is only one thing he truly regrets to this day–– that is, ruining levi strasser's career. the story is a long and winding one, and though most of what happened was by his father's hand, not his, it has weighed on him for the entirety of his adult life. having been blinded by ambition, and after receiving his rejection letter from juilliard, avi took it upon himself to get into that school, no matter what it would take. initially he had claimed to want to apply on his own merit; his parents had accepted this, assuming of course that their son would be skilled enough to be accepted. apparently that wasn't the case. this devastated not only avi, but also his parents who had poured their entire lives into making their son the perfect musician.
well, this rejection didn't deter avi's father. no, it was just a minor inconvenience for him: all they had to do was open up a spot in acceptances, and he could use his status and connections to have avi accepted in the blink of an eye. maybe it was just shit luck, or a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but it was levi strasser who was chosen as the weakest link. avi didn't bat an eye at the thought of ruining a young man's career and life for personal gain. what had to be done would be done, and he would take his rightful place as a student of juilliard. it didn't take much to undermine levi's status within the classical music scene; soon many people had turned their back on him. however, it was him breaking his hand that was the final nail in the coffin, and levi's acceptance to juilliard was retracted.
avi started school the next semester; he had finally achieved what he most wanted in life. or, rather, what his parents most wanted in his life. he was a student at one of the best performing arts schools in the world, he finally lived on his own away from his controlling parents and, amazingly, he was in love. his lover was everything he had ever dreamed of; an artist, creative like himself, a lover of music. someone he could trust with his secrets, and his deepest most desires. he was so in love, he didn't even notice as things began to fall apart. it didn't take long for his lover to leave him, and break his heart. it was then and there when he knew he couldn't love anyone as much as he did this man, despite their whirlwind romance with a tragic ending.
speaking of tragic endings; it was at the end of that same year that both his parents died in a fire. their victorian era mansion, some way's away outside of baltimore, burnt to the ground and nothing could be saved. avi's childhood home was now nothing more than some burnt ruins, and eventually a ghastly lot surrounded by barbed-wire and warnings to keep out. he was left with a relatively large fortune which he used to pay for his final, struggling years of school. without the forceful hand of his father guiding him, it felt like all sense of self and ambition quickly escaped him. it was then when the false sense of grandeur was replaced with the crushing guilt. he had ruined a man's life. and for what? to have a useless master's in playing the piano.
after barely graduating, avi escaped new york as fast as he could. he had already excluded him from the oh-so-vital social circles which every musician shared. it seemed as the whole world had turned its back on him, and he had turned his back on it. there was nothing more for him in new york, or anywhere else for that matter. his family's legacy now nothing more than a delicate memory, avi took to travelling from small town to another, spending his inheritance on week-long benders alone in shitty motels. it was in a shitty motel next to the freeway, just out of san amore was where he eventually came to his senses. he had been drinking, and wallowing in his own guilt for long enough that he had finally lost any and all sense of self he had left. he'd gone out of his mind. lost it. went all coo-coo. it was a desperate time for him, but he forced himself to get his shit together. practically on a whim, avi took up a job as a late night host on the local radio station, san amore community radio.
eventually, he came to call san amore home. he moved out of the motel and bought a home in valentine cottages. though he doesn't need the money, he likes his job at the radio station. he moonlights at casa's every so often, a few times a week, mainly as a jazz-pianist but sometimes he even dares to sing. it's a humble existence, but one that he will gladly keep up until something interesting happens or he dies of guilt.
connections
ATTICUS KAPOOR is searching for A LONG LOST / UNREQUITED LOVE  with the following suggestions of UTP (MALE). You DO have to contact the player prior.
ATTICUS KAPOOR is searching for AN INTERN / TRUE CRIME HOST AT THE RADIO STATION  with the following suggestions of UTP. You DON’T have to contact the player prior.
ATTICUS KAPOOR is searching for THE NEIGHBOUR WHO DOESN’T LIKE HIM PLAYING MUSIC LATE AT NIGHT  with the following suggestions of UTP. You DON’T have to contact the player prior.
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