Post by russia on Feb 2, 2011 2:46:59 GMT
These streets so fixed and solid
Were shimming with hate
[/b][/i]Were shimming with hate
"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love."[/center][/size]
And everything that I relied on
Disappeared
Disappeared
Country: Russia
Name: Ivan Braginski
Gender: Male
Age: 24 years old
Profession: Artist
Highlander or Lowlander?: Lowlander
All the strangers look like family
All the family look so strange
All the family look so strange
Appearance: Ivan Braginski is a seemingly young, childish looking man who has a round baby face and a sweet smile. He has wide, purple eyes that add on to the childish appearance. However, he is very tall and well built, having to work hard everyday, Ivan is very strong. He seems to be big boned (something he's sensitive about) but in reality that's partially an effect brought on by the heavy, layered cloths he usually wears (when not work and in hot weather) and the fact that he's so well built ontop of his large frame, its hard to pick out the fat out of muscle.
Personality:Ivan is a sweet looking man who has the mentality of a sadistic child. Although he is unaware of his cruel behavior (seen as playful affection by himself....most of the time) toward others he is generally genuinely caring of the people around him, he just can't normally express his love well. There are exceptions, such as his sister, but her over-emotional tendencies scare him quite a bit, so he tends to try to not bug her even though he adores his sister. Ivan's younger sister is a very stunning individual, but also very course, harsh, and verbally vulgar, and her almost...incestuous affection towards him makes him want to run far, far away. Fast.
He's twisted, has social issues, and is blatantly crazy, but he really does mean no harm to others - unless hes smashed out of his mind and a maid suit is at hand. In which case, the poor victim of his anger and psychosis is going to be thoroughly tortured for his own amusement. On the flip side, Ivan just wants to see the people he loves be happy (when he isn't having a psychotic episode anyways) however misguided his methods are. Ivan likes to intimidate others, however, and is slightly aware of his 'bullying' behaviors, he just doesn't want to fix that part of himself. Ivan is quite lonely since he moved out of his parents large, crowded house, so he wishes for others to be near him, even if those dreams aren't fulfilled yet. Ivan is completely devoted to his art, and finds it therapeutic.
History: Ivan grew up in an average family, in an average household. Both his parents worked, often times leaving him and his two sisters to their own devices. The first few years of his life were quiet and relatively happy, even, despite the lack of attention he received from his parents, the two preferring their 'normal' daughters to their son, who would've rather drew all day then do something what they deemed 'productive' of their son's time.
But then mommy got really sick and when daddy couldn't pay for his terminally ill wife, he drank heavily to drown his guilt.
First, the children weren't all that affected by it. They grieved for their mother, who seemed to just be waiting for herself to kick the bucket at the hospital, whilst their father drank himself silly. It wasn't until after they had moved into a smaller house, in a rattier neighborhood and the beatings and verbal abuse had started that the children - espeically Ivan- became aware of the gravity of their father's drop into despair. It only became more intense after Ivan's mother's death at the age of 15, when he finally began to crack under the mental stress - not to mention that was had always been emotionally fragile, and vivid, reoccurring nightmares did not help matters.
However, for the sake of his sisters, he endured the mistreatment until he graduated, moving onto getting his own job quickly and renting an apartment, leaving his much more favored younger sister at home (his older sister having moved out almost three years before). It was then that Ivan fully focused on his art outside of his work, advancing greatly and being able to buy nicer supplies to boot. Some of his art has even sold fairly well in the last few years. He still keeps in touch with his sisters, but Ivan has completely cut his father out of his life, so to speak. As of lately, he's been more moody and irritable then before, and seems to be on an emotional breaking point as those dreams that have haunted him throughout his childhood are becoming more real then ever. Really, its as if he can still feel his loved one's fresh blood on his hands....
Recurring nightmare: The Romanov's being executed, which often disturbs him greatly and keeps him from functioning emotionally for a few hours.
The only constant I am sure of
Is this accelerating rate of change
Is this accelerating rate of change
Likes:
-Reading - If its anything remotely classical, he'll read it. he loves that people can create entire worlds with just the simple power of words.
-drinking - He loves his vodka....
-techno - Techno is one of Ivan's favorite music genres, and he'll listen to it all day long if he can.
-ballet
-art of any kind - he IS an artist, but he seems to have his hands in almost everything, from painting to jewelry-making.
Dislikes:
-Winter - well...something close to winter. He hates the cold with a passion.
-sitting still - he really can't keep his hands still. Ivan's always playing with something.
-Shallow people - this doesn't really need an explanation....
-red is …..not one of his favorite colors...
-Nervousness/cowardice - Ivan doesn't like it when people don't speak their mind around him....Even if his reactions when they DO isn't always pleasant, nor wanted.
Downside up, upside down
Take my weight from the ground
[/b][/right]Take my weight from the ground
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Roleplay Sample: (This is a roleplay sample from my other RP forum, Little Glass Vials. Its not exactly how I plan to RP Russia here, so I hope this is okay...)
Ivan hummed as the night wore on and he crouched low on the pavement, almost ready to give up. Almost, he thinks, but he knows that he wont ever give up on his toy-for-the-night. Ivan had to admit, however, that waiting for some tramp to drag her possibly drunken self out of some seedy nightclub was not on his list of 'favorite assignments ever'. He felt like some sort of stalker or rapist, or both! But that was besides the point, the point was, Ivan was sitting in the pouring rain, in leather, waiting with a very hungry scalpel to cut up a very bothersome patient. This little lady had eluded GeneCo for almost three months, walking around with GeneCo heart, liver, and kidney, and still not had a single payment in for them.
What was she, an idiot? It seemed to Ivan, who had read the full file, that GeneCo had repeatedly sent the girl statements over and over about paying for her organs. It wasn't as if she couldn't pay, since her father was a very wealthy business man and contributor to the community, and almost everyone knew his name. They both had gotten multiple surgeries at GeneCo, and paid in a timely manor afterwords as well. So why in the world would a girl from one of the few familys that had little to no financial debt not pay, even flat out ignore GeneCo bills and tell an operator to 'fuck off'? Boundaries.
It seemed, that our dear princess who had even less of a brain then dear Miss. Amber Sweet wanted to try her luck at trying to beat the system. Or so one of her friends had mentioned to a GeneCo employee...She wanted to see if she could pay off any Repoman who came after her, to try to worm her way out. Probably to get 'daddy's attention' or some stupid bullshit like that. Really, American teenagers nowadays!
Ivan perked his head up as he saw the girl with the undeniable bubblegum pink hair step out of the club's backdoor, stumbling drunkenly and looking like she was going to be ill. Oh well, wasn't that going to be messy when he ripped out her liver? Ivan smiled sweetly at the thought, and if anyone could see beyond his mask at that moment, they'd be running as if they had just walked in on Satan fucking their mother. As the girl neared the dumpster to obviously throw up her stomach and maybe her kidneys too, Ivan slide his work pack at her feet, slowly creeping from the shadow of a few trash bins he had been hiding behind. She didn't notice him at first, having been puking more then a fat kid would after eating rancid burgers.
But then, as her episode came down, she looked up with bleary eyes, an eyebrow arching and her lips curling in a smug smile. How lovely that'd be to rip it off, thought Ivan as he tilted his head, retrieving his favorite steel scalpel without a word.
"Hey man, i know your like, supposed to cut me up and stuff, but I've got a little proposition for you!" she said, eying him contemptuously, with a little fear in her eyes as she registered the bells that hung from light purple ribbons tied to his helmet. Yet she went on and on about how much money she would give him, the rewards!
Ivan just stared at her for a long moment, scalpel in hand. It became clear that she would not win him over with her speech, nor would he be bought. She began to panic, tried to run, and with that, Ivan lunged, quicker then a man his size should be and easily pinned her steadfastly to the wall.
"Little girls should not try to play an adults game, yes?" he whispered, leaning down to look at her eye to eye through his mask.
The now terrified girl squirmed as he slowly dragged his scalpel down her abdomen, and screamed harshly he quickly cut her open with practiced care. That annoyance was silenced as he cracked her over the jaw, smashing it and bringing whimpers and tears of agony to her face. He smiled wider, letting the new catatonic girl fall to the ground and meekly fight his hands as he removed her shirt and pulled at the fat and tissue that stood in the way of his target. When will she die of shock? Ivan thought as he finally pulled out a GeneCo, high-class liver, then reached up her chest and slowly, carefully, painfully pulled out her weakly beating heart. Ah, perhaps then, yes? He carefully stuffed the organs in his work sack, along with a few others for interests sake, an flipped her over. He hadn't even noticed he had started to giggle his strange, strange laugh (that only seemed to crawl out when he was working, it seemed) as he cut out a set of kidneys. Oh what joy! He thought as he swiftly stuffed his cargo away and stood up briskly, brushing off the dried and congealed blood from his knees.
Oh poo this night was just no fun, she didn't even struggle that much! Ivan thought as he straightened his back and strutting out of the alleyway.
"It such a thankless job...." He sighed.
Falling deep in the sky
Slipping into the unknown
Slipping into the unknown
Out of Character
Name/Nickname: Norrus/Nicky/Nicole
Timezone: EST
Any other information: You may reach me at my skype (Schnitzelbeart) Or my home forums: Little Glass Vials (Russia) and Airtalia (Norway) at almost anytime. In other news: Kittens are fluffy.
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