Post by raikan on Jan 15, 2011 17:25:52 GMT -5
VictorKaristroff
[/I][/SIZE][/CENTER]TESTING, TESTING, ONE TWO THREE. ALRIGHT, HERE WE GO.
I'M Richard BUT I GUESS YOU MIGHT'VE ALREADY
KNOWN THAT LITTLE BIT. OR MAYBE NOT, WHO KNOWS. I'VE BEEN
ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT 4-5 YEARS. MORE OR LESS.
SO YEAH, I'M PRETTY literate.
YOU CAN REACH ME THROUGH PM or Email SO YEAH. HAVE A GOOD DAY!
[/CENTER]I'M Richard BUT I GUESS YOU MIGHT'VE ALREADY
KNOWN THAT LITTLE BIT. OR MAYBE NOT, WHO KNOWS. I'VE BEEN
ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT 4-5 YEARS. MORE OR LESS.
SO YEAH, I'M PRETTY literate.
YOU CAN REACH ME THROUGH PM or Email SO YEAH. HAVE A GOOD DAY!
TONIGHT WE LIE AWAKE, REMEMBER HOW THE COFFEE MADE US SHAKE
[/I][/FONT][/CENTER][/COLOR]( T H E B A S I C S )
(F U L L N A M E[/COLOR] Victor Vasily Karistroff
( N I C K N A M E )[/COLOR] Vic
( A G E )[/COLOR] Twenty nine
( B I R T H D A Y )[/COLOR] January 21
( G R A D E )[/COLOR] Teacher
( S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N )[/COLOR] Straight
( J O B )[/COLOR] History
( P O W E R )[/COLOR] Telekinesis- Vic can move and make some minor changes to objects near him.
I'VE GOT YOUR PICTURE, I'M COMING WITH YOU, DEAR MARIA COUNT ME IN
[/I][/FONT][/CENTER][/COLOR]( A P P E A R A N C E )
( H A I R )[/COLOR] Ahm...Pretty much like in the picture of my play-by.
( E Y E CO L O R )[/COLOR] A mix between Grey and Blue.
( H E I G H T )[/COLOR] Six feet tall.
( W E I G H T )[/B][/COLOR] 166 pounds
( T A T T O O S )[/COLOR] None
( P I E R C I N G S )[/COLOR] None
( C L O T H I N G S T Y L E )[/COLOR] Like a gentleman? Haha. Victor likes to dress formally. The typical good teacher, wearing the tie, the buttoned shirt the full package.
( F A C E C L A I M )[/COLOR] Matthew Bomer
MANAGE ME, I'M A MESS, TURN A PAGE, I'M A BOOK HALF UNREAD
[/I][/FONT][/CENTER][/COLOR]( P E R S O N A L I T Y )
( L I K E S )[/COLOR]
-Cigarillos
-Playing Cards
-Jazz and blues
-History
-Arts
-Philosophy
-Scotch
-Intelligent debates
-Sarcasm and Irony
-Beautiful Girls? (Non-Skanks please)
( D I S L I K E S )[/B][/COLOR]
-Hypocrisy
-Cheap Beverages(Beer mostly)
-Religious Fanatics
-Stereotypes
-Bootlickers
-Sadism
-Unnecessary Violence
-Big-headed people
-Some modern technologies
-Talkative people that don't really say anything interesting
( S T R E N G T H S )[/COLOR] Victor is quite intelligent and his charm may actually work as a strength sometimes. He controls objects with the power of his mind (Telekinesis). A silver tongue to help him get out of situations with no need for violence and amazing social skills.
( W E A K N E S S E S )[/B][/COLOR] Victor is definitely not a fighter, he is quite scared of facing enemies, sucks at physical confrontations. He is quite picky when it comes to choosing friends, has problems in trusting strangers and gets ashamed quite easily.
( H O B B I E S / H A B I T S )[/COLOR]
-Collecting Art(Paintings,sculptures etc)
-Oriental gardening(Like Bonsais)
-Listening to music
( F E A R S )[/COLOR]
-People knowing his family background
-Not being accepted by others
( S E C R E T S )[/COLOR] His family background and some of his hobbies (The gardening one).
( O V E R A L L )[/COLOR]
Victor is someone you can trust, he would never share your secrets with others. Outgoing and fun when necessary but most of the times serious and mysterious, mostly because no one truly knows anything about his family or what he did before joining the school. He is quite smart so if you want someone to talk to, you got your man! Hating on dumb people that care more about futile things than what really matters in life, it's hard for him to actually like someone, he might greet you with a warm smile on his face but deep inside he probably doesn't care about you if your personality is not on his level of intelligence. With that being sad, if you are indeed a friend and someone he can trust, it will be easy for you to laugh and have a good time around him. He loves his students and does his best to teach them about important things, even tho he teaches History only, sometimes his classes may include some other things about the future or attitudes. He is the typical teacher that at staff meetings sits on a corner quiet and when it comes his time to talk he is one of the few that can actually praise a class, no matter how bad they are, he will always find something good, if not for their youth.
LEANING NOW INTO THE BREEZE, REMEMBERING SUNDAY HE FALLS TO HIS KNEES.
[/I][/FONT][/CENTER][/COLOR]( H I S T O R Y )
( M O M )[/COLOR] Valentina Karistroff, No Job, Deceased at the age of 46.
( D A D )[/B][/COLOR] Alexander Karistroff, Mafia Godfather, deceased at the age of 52.
( S I S T E R S )[/B][/COLOR] None
( B R O T H E R S )[/B][/COLOR] Anton Karistroff, Mafia enforcer, deceased at the age of 21.
( O T H E R )[/B][/COLOR] Not, at least for now!
( P E T S )[/B][/COLOR] He used to have a dog he loved named Boris.
( O V E R A L L )[/B][/COLOR]
Not many know Victor's background, but here's some basics your char will never know unless you prove yourself trust-worthy.
The Karistroff was always a strong name in the Southern parts of Russia, like some are aware off, Russia has large groups of Mafia spread across the country, Karistroff was one of those Mafias. The Godfather was a cruel, vile man named Alexander, he was ruthless and unstoppable, only chaos drove in his mind, he wanted to control as many territories as he could. Later on he and his wife had a child they called Anton.
Anton was Alexander's pride, he wanted to make him his right-hand, turn him into a master of the business so he could one day take the spot as leader of the organization. Since Alexander had taken power at such a young age he figured his son could do the same thing. But only 8 years after that another child was born, this time Victor. The family wasn't that happy, they already had one boy, they wanted a girl, this probably meant the second sun would never be in charge of the Mafia unless his brother died.
Alexander always preferred Anton, maybe because he was the first in line to the "throne" but Victor was never left behind, tho he received most of the affections from his mother Valentina. One day when he was about Twelve years old he found his hidden power by lifting an object with the power of his mind, he decided to keep his mouth shut since even tho he was young you could already see he was quite smart and he knew his family would probably try using his powers in some evil way.
Victor never liked the mafia, he was treated with respect by the other guys living on his house, a giant manor, but he knew they only respected him because his father was Alexander. Victor wanted to be a writer, he was able to create majestic poems at such a young age. His father never really appreciated this gift he had, he simply started ignoring Victor even more as days passed by. Alexander could see his son was not cut off for the business.
So alone, in the middle of his books and poems he found History as his only true friend, he went to college with his brother and took a degree in that same discipline with rather high values. Anton became an Enforcer on the Mafia and Victor wanted to leave, travel around the world looking for someone that could actually understand him and his hidden power(Telekinesis).
One day while he was walking on the snowy park he heard gunshots coming from his house. When he got there it was too late, his family had been slaughtered by the rival family, his mother laid on the floor, her body raped and looking like a disfigured animal, almost like a sack of blood and guts. For the first few days he cried and never left the house, he had never liked his family, but his heart was attached to them.
He packed his stuff and left. After months turning into years of walking he found the Academy, and even tho he had not been a student there, they had found his powers and knowledge of relevance and hired him as a teacher. Victor kept on improving his telekinesis and today he can control it to his full powers, he is able to lift objects from a pen to a large statue. He was finally happy, he had found his true home and he could forget all about his dark past and the tragic memories.
Anton was Alexander's pride, he wanted to make him his right-hand, turn him into a master of the business so he could one day take the spot as leader of the organization. Since Alexander had taken power at such a young age he figured his son could do the same thing. But only 8 years after that another child was born, this time Victor. The family wasn't that happy, they already had one boy, they wanted a girl, this probably meant the second sun would never be in charge of the Mafia unless his brother died.
Alexander always preferred Anton, maybe because he was the first in line to the "throne" but Victor was never left behind, tho he received most of the affections from his mother Valentina. One day when he was about Twelve years old he found his hidden power by lifting an object with the power of his mind, he decided to keep his mouth shut since even tho he was young you could already see he was quite smart and he knew his family would probably try using his powers in some evil way.
Victor never liked the mafia, he was treated with respect by the other guys living on his house, a giant manor, but he knew they only respected him because his father was Alexander. Victor wanted to be a writer, he was able to create majestic poems at such a young age. His father never really appreciated this gift he had, he simply started ignoring Victor even more as days passed by. Alexander could see his son was not cut off for the business.
So alone, in the middle of his books and poems he found History as his only true friend, he went to college with his brother and took a degree in that same discipline with rather high values. Anton became an Enforcer on the Mafia and Victor wanted to leave, travel around the world looking for someone that could actually understand him and his hidden power(Telekinesis).
One day while he was walking on the snowy park he heard gunshots coming from his house. When he got there it was too late, his family had been slaughtered by the rival family, his mother laid on the floor, her body raped and looking like a disfigured animal, almost like a sack of blood and guts. For the first few days he cried and never left the house, he had never liked his family, but his heart was attached to them.
He packed his stuff and left. After months turning into years of walking he found the Academy, and even tho he had not been a student there, they had found his powers and knowledge of relevance and hired him as a teacher. Victor kept on improving his telekinesis and today he can control it to his full powers, he is able to lift objects from a pen to a large statue. He was finally happy, he had found his true home and he could forget all about his dark past and the tragic memories.
( S A M P L E P O S T )[/B][/COLOR]
Theme:Evile - Cemetery Gates
The sun was burning Murdock's eyes. Slowly shutting them and allowing the dark mist to surround him. Voices came to his mind, voices of the past. The simple steps of nostalgia his head liked to follow.
"Murdock!" A strong, authority voice called him "Move you maggot! The tangos are through the roof, we're not going to make a stand here! It would be suicide! MOVE!" He slowly opened his eyes again. He was on a hot, humid, steamy forest. This smell, he realized it was Amazonia.
Ten years ago, a trip to hell, a trip to the heart of Brazil, the world's most mysterious place right after the ocean itself. The man standing beside him was Luke, the platoon General. It all seemed so vivid! Two of his friends were laying on the ground, their faces were burned and disfigured. "Cursed landmines!" A different voice made him turn to the other side, his comrade in arms Michael "The boss is right Murdock, there's not much we can do here. We gotta move!". He could still remember the objective, to dismantle a big drug cartel and take out their leader "Marcos" a vicious Mercenary that decided to turn into a druglord. He felt the arms of his comrade pulling and pushing him.
They had to leave the injured behind, some quick praying for them and they were on their foot running and rushing through the dense flora. Murdock was just a low private, this was one of his first missions, but this mission would help him achieve the rank of Captain later. He ran side by side with his six team members. It was hard to walk on those conditions and the sun was killing them. They were running low on water supplies.
"Fuck this damn weather! My stupid wife wanted to spend her vacations here...Fuck that right?" his friend Michael laughed at the General's commentary tho it had been a forced laugh, this was no situation to be laughing, they were on hostile unknown territory and all they knew was that the enemy camp was near. "I better get a fucking Medal for this!"
. Somehow Murdock couldn't really remember his answers. The General raised his arm as a way to let them know they should stop "Murdock, there! How many of them?" He pointed at a warehouse a few meters away from them. The sun was burning Murdock's eyes. Slowly shutting them and allowing the dark mist to surround him. Voices came to his mind, voices of the past. The simple steps of nostalgia his head liked to follow.
"Murdock!" A strong, authority voice called him "Move you maggot! The tangos are through the roof, we're not going to make a stand here! It would be suicide! MOVE!" He slowly opened his eyes again. He was on a hot, humid, steamy forest. This smell, he realized it was Amazonia.
Ten years ago, a trip to hell, a trip to the heart of Brazil, the world's most mysterious place right after the ocean itself. The man standing beside him was Luke, the platoon General. It all seemed so vivid! Two of his friends were laying on the ground, their faces were burned and disfigured. "Cursed landmines!" A different voice made him turn to the other side, his comrade in arms Michael "The boss is right Murdock, there's not much we can do here. We gotta move!". He could still remember the objective, to dismantle a big drug cartel and take out their leader "Marcos" a vicious Mercenary that decided to turn into a druglord. He felt the arms of his comrade pulling and pushing him.
They had to leave the injured behind, some quick praying for them and they were on their foot running and rushing through the dense flora. Murdock was just a low private, this was one of his first missions, but this mission would help him achieve the rank of Captain later. He ran side by side with his six team members. It was hard to walk on those conditions and the sun was killing them. They were running low on water supplies.
"Fuck this damn weather! My stupid wife wanted to spend her vacations here...Fuck that right?" his friend Michael laughed at the General's commentary tho it had been a forced laugh, this was no situation to be laughing, they were on hostile unknown territory and all they knew was that the enemy camp was near. "I better get a fucking Medal for this!"
He knew what he had to do, he reached for his binoculars and investigated the surroundings, around eight tangos at the entrance heavily armed. "LaCroix, where the fuck are you? Come here you dog! Time to use your own ass to save us! GO!" The General called another private, a french boy named LaCroix, his mission was simple: To make a diversion so the enemy would decrease on numbers! "Merde, putain! Ok Ok sir!". All Murdock could remember was watching as the boy made a run for it, yelling like a maniac on the opposite direction. The guards pointed their weapons at the bushes as LaCroix kept on running. He could probably survive as long as he kept on running.
The guards were talking with each other and the one that seemed the most experienced opened his mouth in an evil grin while he informed the others of what they should do "Voçês os três! Vão porra...Pega esse cão!". Three of the guards ran down the path looking for the french. "Now, do it!" Murdock and the others armed their pistols with silencers and shot down the five guys guarding the entrance. "Keep yourself close to me Murdock...We're getting out of this shithole together!" He kept moving on Michael's tail as they approached the door and the General checked the corpses for ammo.
His next words were a whisper, they didn't need any more brazillian cunts running around trying to break their necks like kamikaze fucks "Ready bitches? Let's do this!".
Michael and Murdock moved left reaching for a small door, they were covering all entrances in groups of two. "Cover my ass...It's too pretty to be blown away!". They charged inside and pointed their weapons at pretty much anything that moved.
He had no time or will to count how many of them there were inside. He just shot the first two he saw and laid down behind a huge metal block. "SEUS FILHA DA PUTA VIADOS! VOU MATAR VOÇÊS TODOS E GOZAR NOS VOSSOS CORPOS!" The voice came from a window on the second floor, it was probably Marcos, the target! Murdock didn't really speak Brazilian but he sounded pissed! Not long after, grenades were flying and they were all running wild just shooting everything on sight. The smoke was so dense that Murdock's team pulled from their Gas Masks as they tried to stay alive. They were doing fine until Murdock heard someone screaming. He turned his back and one of his team members was laying on the ground with three of four bullet holes, spitting blood!
"Move, move to the second floor!". "MICHAEL, MURDOCK! RUN, GET YOUR ASSES OVER THERE. THIS FUCK IS GOING TOO FAR...SHOOT HIM IN HIS FUCKING SKULL YOU BALLERINAS!" . The Brazilians were communicating through walkie talkies and it seemed like they were calling for back up, they had to finish this quick or else this would turn into a bloodbath. Murdock and Michael ran upstairs shooting all of the guards on their way until they finally reached a door. Murdock kicked the door open and pointed at all entrances.
Marcos kneel on the ground and threw is pistol away "Não! Não me matem porra! Don't kill me! Americanos dum corno!" Murdock lowered his weapon but a bullet rushed through Marco's skull. Michael had shot him, they could just turn him in alive yet Michael had decided to kill him "What happens in Brazil, stays in Brazil right?" Murdock frowned, he wasn't happy with his decision. Suddenly the guns were firing again and Michael fell on the ground. Murdock moved to the side and shot down two more guards. His friend was now laying on the ground with a pool of blood underneath him "Shit...Fucking God!" Murdock remembered telling him to stay put, everything would be fine "Mate! I'm done...Just tell my wife I knew she was cheating on me!" Michael laughed but that only made him suffer more as the blood came pouring down his mouth "I guess it's my turn to retire! Well...It was a pleasure meeting you! Now get the fuck out of here before they shoot you down too!".
Murdock felt so fucking down, Michael had been like a mentor to him. He thought to himself, "fuck it", grabbed his friend now dead and laid his body on his shoulder as he ran down the stairs. When he got to the first store he couldn't believe his eyes, most of the team was dead, only the General was still standing "Murdock! Get the fuck out of here! And for fuck sake, leave the bodies behind...I'm pretty sure Michael didn't mind having a funeral with no body! We gotta run to the extraction point NOW!" He stopped to think about it for a while.
The General was right, Michael would have to stay, his corpse would now be part of this tragic, bloody day! His legs were trembling, he felt weak, yet the General punched him in his arm a few times trying to wake him up. He dragged him for a few seconds before he shacked all the sadness and desperation away. They crossed the main entrance together and sprinted towards the jungle again. He couldn't believe this. Only he and the General were alive! This day would be carved in his memory forever. The day his team fell and his mentor became just another number on the body count.
"We gotta run to that hill! We'll have a chopper waiting for us!". They reached a small cave, and well, fucking bad luck, it was crawling with members of the drug cartel. "Olha ai! Temos companhia! Vamo logo caralho..." The fucks started to grab their weapons and run like crazy Indians. "The day is getting better and better. Let's go!" They had to run, they were just two, they couldn't take with them. They decided to go the other way around. Yet they were getting closer and closer.The smell of defeat was in the air.
A bullet pierced through the General's chest as he moaned in pain and his body arched in mid air. Blood sprayed from the wound and he fell on his knees "Oh shit...". Murdock couldn't believe this was happening...He was going to die too? No! That couldn't be. He lowered near the General checking for his vital signs but he was long gone. He took his jacket off since it was black and would probably attract the enemies vision. He kept his pants on since they were camo pants. He ran to the nearest grass and painted his body with mud and plants making him less visible. He checked his map one more time as the enemy was getting closer. The extraction point was just ten minutes away, he had to run!
He started to climb some rocks hoping the enemy had stopped following him. He ran in circles for what it seemed like twenty minutes until he finally reached the chopper, still alive but looking like shit. Tired, bruised, a complete mess he fell to the ground and his mind went blank, he fainted! When he opened his eyes the chopper was already flying and some guy was standing over him with a bottle of water "What happened to the others?".
It's just me!
His mind suddenly snapped out of the memory, he tried opening his eyes, but he was blind "Sorry Xion! Sun ain't good for my eyesight." His voice sounded quite serious. The memories he had messed with his head and she had probably seen it all. He didn't care. This way she would know something more about Murdock, about the guy working for her. You gotta know the ones you want to trust right? He got up feeling the wall with his hand, trying to measure his steps.
The idea of flesh was good, Murdock was indeed hungry and thirsty for blood. He wanted to kill, he wanted to hunt. Was he on the best condition to do so? How would he know? The sun was fucking with his head. Completely violating his thoughts. Blindness was Murdock's weakness... Day light was fatal to Reavers, or at least it could be since pretty much any human or vampyre cunt could just kill a Reaver while he was blind. Granted his other senses were even better now with the blindness, he could sense the various scents, including Xion's. He could perceive the sounds so much better.
Just like any other blind that lost his vision for the first time he just stopped walking and felt a bit anxious since he didn't know where he was heading. He took another drag from his cigarette and exhaled the smoke. He could sense the smoke's direction even tho he couldn't really see it. "I would love to go out and hunt a few assholes. But in my current state, there's not much I can do! Unless you have some bright idea..." If she indeed did not give him a good idea she would just have to help him move to some closed , dark place where the sun couldn't really affect him.
One thing was sure. Murdock was not going to just stay here enjoying the blindness. They had to make a decision, and they would have to make it fast. It's not like he loved being a disabled Reaver just listening to the melodramatic voices in his head and watching old memories stuck on the back of his head. He hated those things. His life as a human had not been great. Fascinating and surreal? Perhaps! But not great in his opinion. He had lost pretty much anything and that was one of the reasons why he accepted to be a Reaver.
[/SIZE]The idea of flesh was good, Murdock was indeed hungry and thirsty for blood. He wanted to kill, he wanted to hunt. Was he on the best condition to do so? How would he know? The sun was fucking with his head. Completely violating his thoughts. Blindness was Murdock's weakness... Day light was fatal to Reavers, or at least it could be since pretty much any human or vampyre cunt could just kill a Reaver while he was blind. Granted his other senses were even better now with the blindness, he could sense the various scents, including Xion's. He could perceive the sounds so much better.
Just like any other blind that lost his vision for the first time he just stopped walking and felt a bit anxious since he didn't know where he was heading. He took another drag from his cigarette and exhaled the smoke. He could sense the smoke's direction even tho he couldn't really see it. "I would love to go out and hunt a few assholes. But in my current state, there's not much I can do! Unless you have some bright idea..." If she indeed did not give him a good idea she would just have to help him move to some closed , dark place where the sun couldn't really affect him.
One thing was sure. Murdock was not going to just stay here enjoying the blindness. They had to make a decision, and they would have to make it fast. It's not like he loved being a disabled Reaver just listening to the melodramatic voices in his head and watching old memories stuck on the back of his head. He hated those things. His life as a human had not been great. Fascinating and surreal? Perhaps! But not great in his opinion. He had lost pretty much anything and that was one of the reasons why he accepted to be a Reaver.
YOU WERE FAKE, I WAS GREAT--NOTHING PERSONAL
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OF CAUTION 2.0! STEAL AND DIE, BITCH. KEEP THIS CREDIT HERE
AT ALL TIMES. ALERT ME IF IT RUNS AWAY. IT MIGHT DO THAT. HAVE FUN!
OH, AND BY THE WAY, THE LYRICS ARE CREDIT TO ALL TIME LOW. THEY'RE AWESOME.
[/CENTER]OF CAUTION 2.0! STEAL AND DIE, BITCH. KEEP THIS CREDIT HERE
AT ALL TIMES. ALERT ME IF IT RUNS AWAY. IT MIGHT DO THAT. HAVE FUN!
OH, AND BY THE WAY, THE LYRICS ARE CREDIT TO ALL TIME LOW. THEY'RE AWESOME.
