Ivan Braginski [Rejected]

[spaxxic9000]

These streets so fixed and solid
Were shimming with hate

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And everything that I relied on
Disappeared

Country: Russia, previously Soviet Union
Name: Ivan Braginski
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-three, born in the zodiac of Capricorn, December 30th.
Profession: Ivan currently works as a naturalist in the Highlander parts of the island.
Highlander or Lowlander?: Highlander.

All the strangers look like family
All the family look so strange

Appearance: Ivan is the tallest of the Allies, wearing a long, heavy tan coat, dark green pants that are commonly concealed by his trenchcoat unless walking or just moving around, sepia gloves and a long scarf that matches his coat coloration. He has a roung, childish face with a more prominent nose with amethyst eyes and medium to heavy eyebrows. His hair is a short, almost bob cut light beige-blond.
Personality: To the public and new aquaitances, Ivan comes off as bighearted, innocent, and maybe even a bit cautious compared to the other nations but in the truth called reality, he can be stone-cold cruel, a fact his friends and enemies have come to notice. He has a habit of having a guising gentle smile, but the facade usually does not last.

Ivan's cruelty never really comes to his conscious when it occurs, so he is unaware of it most of the time, and truly means well in the world. He is very careful of plants, having an affinity with them (especially sunflowers) and has a grudge on people who do not share his interests. He is mild mannered any other time and has an aura of dread that seems to follow him, no matter how much Ivan tries to get rid of it.
History: Ivan's history is dotted at best, but he has been born a Highlander, getting all that he could have desired. However, his child life wasn't as knocked up as the title would give. His parents got their money off the backs of the poor, which was common for the Highlander society but they were nortorious at doing so, even at times using domestic violence to keep the income coming in. Of course, this would provide for a less than sunshine childhood for Russia, later cracking his mentality in later life.

However, on the flip side, his life outside the home was without rust; he was as cheerful as could be, mostly to conceal what was going on privately, but it kept him occupied and he liked to attend school, getting high scores, especially in Science and eventually Biology. He made many friends with his kept face and friendly words, that is, until the flipped side appeared occasionally.

He got a part-time occupation in assisting a bontany professor's work for pay when he was able to at sixteen, and hasn't stopped working there, now a full-time naturalist while he works for his degree in plant sciences. Ivan is well-known around the island, with both charming and haunted stories floating about him.
Recurring nightmare: Bloody Sunday, the days of revolt and death in the Russian Revolution haunts Ivan bitterly.

The only constant I am sure of
Is this accelerating rate of change

Likes: Sunflowers, the color green and tan, mild weather and China
Dislikes: Belarus, winter, spiders, the color black, being challenged

Downside up, upside down
Take my weight from the ground

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Roleplay Sample: ( Sorry that it's in first person, it's an excerpt from a story that I'm writing ) Now, allow me to situate one thing before this begins. I never wanted to be an intern at a renowned asylum for the mentally disturbed, let alone a psychological student in the first place. But, hell, Fate is a dirty bitch and I was just one of her many victims. My name, at least, my birth name is Anna Drupe. But call me that and I'll see to it that you mysteriously disappear off the face of the considerably large Earth in a few day's time. However, if you just simply call me Hel, we'll be all right. Maybe even friends, but I'll laugh at your blimp of an ego to try first.

That is my story. If you want more, you can go get my police file, but I doubt they'll let you have it so let's move on and introduce the setting. The date was, to my remembrance, April 3rd, 2003. I was just signed up for internship for a therapist at Ravenbroke Asylum, in California, although I was naturally a snowbird from the cold tops of Seattle, so the warm weather was more enough to be shocking, let alone the stuff I was getting into. This place was where all the fucked up go – and, if I didn't clean myself up years before, I could've felt a slight kinship to the patients currently there. Their spots varied widely at the asylum, from petite schizophrenics that got themselves into gangs at the bottoms floor that were duller than a stone doorknob in flavor to the mountain's top where all the ones who probably would, and still won't see the light of day outside that hellhole, those serial killers and all that, the spicy ones.

And where was I the first time I got to that floor, the screams and narcotic laughing echoing from the floors, the sensations of sympathy and empathy were all there, of course; but I wasn't about to get all soft in the place where if just one got out, your life was better off dead. My mentor, Kyoto Unasama, with all his Japanese accent might, was just another doctor in the cesspool. He was passive, did his job, got his paystub and left without another word, which I could understand, somewhat. We'll call him Una for the rest of this “case file” turned into novel as soon as I got my hands on it.

“Jackie Gauss,” he said to me as we passed yet another cell. Straitjacket and all, the unkempt hair flared as he said some unintelligible words, probably, if affirmed, swears and other derogatory. I looked at his brown coals for eyes.

“Severe dementia, killed his family under the threat that they were imaginary.”

“Good, Anna.”

“I would prefer if you called me Hel, Mr. Unasama.”

“But you're being just as formal, Anna.” His quip surprised me for his small stature, I thought my words would've come off as too saccharine for that but I looked forward and kept my white coat which was much too big for my own body clean. I knew we would have never been a perfect circle to begin with.

Falling deep in the sky
Slipping into the unknown

Out of Character
Name/Nickname: Spaxxic
Timezone: -5 GMT (EST)
Any other information: I am on usually in the mornings in my timezone and in the evening after 3:13 if nothing is obstructing my shcedule as a college student.

You pull me in…
P u l l

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[Solus]

This has a lot of potential, but there are two things that need to be changed before I can accept it. First of, I'd like to see a little more detail in personality. And secondly, I'd like to see a roleplaying sample in third person, past tense, and for Russia. It's a chance to show how you will play the character you're applying for, and while the sample is good, it doesn't fulfil that requirement.