Post by Ivan Braginski on Jun 9, 2011 14:37:21 GMT -5
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name: Ivan Braginski
origination: Moscow, Russia
age: 17 years old
grade: Junior
social class: Middle/Lower Class
positive traits:
- Innocent
- Protective
- Caring
- Loving
- Eccentric
- Hard working
- determined
negative traits:
- Dominating
- Selfish
- Lacks Empathy for others
- Cruel
- smothering
- Obsessive
- Self-important
likes:
[li] Vodka
[/li][li] Food
[/li][li] A warm house/place to sleep/a happy and full house to come home to
[/li][li] Ballet
[/li][li] Music
[/li][li] Hockey
[/li][li] Sunflowers
[/li][li] Long, pretty hair that he can braid!
[/li][li] Maria --
[/li][li] Movies
[/li][li] Friends/small childern[/li][/ul]
dislikes:
- Polish people
- Loud noises
- Cold, dirty places
- Bigger, scarier people then even him!
- Bad grades
- The dark
- Clingy people
- Problems he can't figure out
- Druggies/thugs/other mean people
history:
Ivan was born in the beating, gray capital of Moscow, Russia, born to a poor, junkie of a single mother who was simply struggling to stay alive and feed. Ivan can't remember much about the women up until he was about five years old, but she does remember finding her curled up in bed one day, with a need jammed much too deep into her arm. At first he had assumed that she had just taken too much of that funny smelling stuff she absolutely horded again, but when she didn't get up again the next day, Ivan thought something was off. He had even went next door to the weird Asian man, who almost immediately called the police, who found his mother dead from an overdoes. Not that this wasn't ...normal for his area, but it left Ivan alone in the word, and although he did stay with the Asian, the man was creepy and strict and touched him in funny places -- he wouldn't even let Ivan outside, even when he should've been starting school!
This lasted for only a short while, though, and it took only a minute for Ivan to slip out of the cracked front door one day, hiding out in nearby alleyways. Now, this is basically how Ivan lived for a long while; mooching off of anyone he could, stealing (something he became particularly good at), etc. He eventually started to live behind a school, in a little nook where none of the children or staff would look -- he often stool textbooks and food when no one was looking, eventually learning how to read (thanks to eavesdropping on classes and his own determination) and write, and even excelling at it, if he said so himself. However, he was eventually found out by a lunch lady when he was around thirteen, and, although he wasn't entirely worse for ware, he was extremely wary of her. Eventually, however, she convinced the boy to come home with her, where he was cleaned up and even given a room -- from then on, Ivan was the woman's son of sorts, and was home schooled extensively.
It wasn't long before the boy was found to have a wonderful mind, and his mother worked hard to put him into good, private schools a year after he was 'adopted' by her. Ivan, although not disclosing anything about his past before his mother and home school, was still a bit off... and although he scored high in IQ exams and other constructive testings, he did not get along well with his peers. However, any social short-comings were glossed over when Ivan's foster mother applied for him to go to the acclaimed Victoria Academy, and, with his test scores and background, was excepted readily. And although Ivan was not too thrilled to be away from her, he went if only to make the woman happy, and even began to like the school (even if the therapists asked way too many questions) and how it challenged him. He still writes extensively too her, and although he's not entirely comfortable in his own skin, Ivan's found a little niche in the school just for him -- maybe one day he could be great, just like mama wants. <3
And, you know, the pretty, amazing Albino girl that he's utterly in looooove with helped matters along quite nicely. Now just to get that creepy girl Natalia off of his tail...
sample post: ((RP sample taken from Little Glass Vials))
If Ivan could imagine the perfect place, it'd be one filled with flowers and blue skys and his sister's laughing sweetly again. One where he could sleep with his kitty every night and stay up late and read bed time story after bed time story to Katya and Natalia, just to hear them 'ohhh' and 'ahhh'. Also, Natalia's wouldn't try to hurt his sweet little kitten anymore. Why she had the fascination of trying to ....stick pins into his baby kitty, he'd never know.
And this was what all Ivan thought of as he stared down at the paper his 'therapist' had given him, asking him what would be his 'ideal' world, among other, just as silly questions. Ivan was very, very sure that the doctor would just scoff at his wishes, possibly even laughing at them before promptly throwing it away. After all, thats what papa had always done to his drawings and tests... So what was the point of being honest?
So the answer became, "To eat with my family every night and for mama to get better! And to get good grades and play with my kitty and sisters all day long!" Eh, well, it was partially true....
He stared down at the next question before he got distracted by his kitty pawing at him, big, dark eyes and ratty little ears andd nose twitching with excitement. "Why hello there, Kieska! How is my kitty-kat doing today?" he giggled, bending from his spot at his desk and lifting the little fuzz ball of a kitten onto its flat, warm surface. The little one then promptly curled up in the light and warmth given off by the lamp, purring loudly. Aww, Ivan's kitty was just the cutest thing, wasn't she?
He nuzzled at the little warm body's comforting heat before going back to his work. Ivan and the rest of the family (read: the nanny and his sisters) were due for another 'check-up' tomorrow, and he resigned himself to doing his work this time. Mostly because Ivan did not have school as an excuse this time, nor did he want to be scolded. He already got enough scolding and much, much more already, thank you very much.
Now, the next question, "Whose your favorite person in the world? Why?" Ah, now THAT was an easy one! "My little sister, Katya of course! She is the most kind, caring, and talented people I know! Plus she helps me hide the bruises and tucks me in at night when i have nightmares and--- So many more things that no one should ever have to know. It's just between me and her, because, Ivan's fingers grew white from gripping the table top so hard at the thought, because I'm not strong enough for sister. Because I can't stop papa....I can'----
Ivan was ripped out of his thoughts as he heard a crashing and banging noise downstairs, followed by his sister's cries for mercy. Ivan froze for a moment, eyes wide before racing down the stairs as quickly as possibly, shutting the cat inside his room carefully and all but flinging himself down the stairs. By the time he had gotten there, Ivan saw his father bearing down on his frail, sweet little sister.
Such a rage built up inside him for a moment, only to defuse once the older man had rounded on him instead, baring down on him with a toothy grin. "How is my Vanya today?" he asked, almost gently stroking the boy's face before giving it a good hard slap that sent him sprawling to the floor with a small cry. Oh god, it hurt, it really, really hurt! He shut his eyes and waited for more blows to ensue, wishing he had just, for once, shut himself in his room and ignore the world. But no, Ivan just curled up into a ball on the floor and covered his head as well placed kicks and punches met him.
And this was what all Ivan thought of as he stared down at the paper his 'therapist' had given him, asking him what would be his 'ideal' world, among other, just as silly questions. Ivan was very, very sure that the doctor would just scoff at his wishes, possibly even laughing at them before promptly throwing it away. After all, thats what papa had always done to his drawings and tests... So what was the point of being honest?
So the answer became, "To eat with my family every night and for mama to get better! And to get good grades and play with my kitty and sisters all day long!" Eh, well, it was partially true....
He stared down at the next question before he got distracted by his kitty pawing at him, big, dark eyes and ratty little ears andd nose twitching with excitement. "Why hello there, Kieska! How is my kitty-kat doing today?" he giggled, bending from his spot at his desk and lifting the little fuzz ball of a kitten onto its flat, warm surface. The little one then promptly curled up in the light and warmth given off by the lamp, purring loudly. Aww, Ivan's kitty was just the cutest thing, wasn't she?
He nuzzled at the little warm body's comforting heat before going back to his work. Ivan and the rest of the family (read: the nanny and his sisters) were due for another 'check-up' tomorrow, and he resigned himself to doing his work this time. Mostly because Ivan did not have school as an excuse this time, nor did he want to be scolded. He already got enough scolding and much, much more already, thank you very much.
Now, the next question, "Whose your favorite person in the world? Why?" Ah, now THAT was an easy one! "My little sister, Katya of course! She is the most kind, caring, and talented people I know! Plus she helps me hide the bruises and tucks me in at night when i have nightmares and--- So many more things that no one should ever have to know. It's just between me and her, because, Ivan's fingers grew white from gripping the table top so hard at the thought, because I'm not strong enough for sister. Because I can't stop papa....I can'----
Ivan was ripped out of his thoughts as he heard a crashing and banging noise downstairs, followed by his sister's cries for mercy. Ivan froze for a moment, eyes wide before racing down the stairs as quickly as possibly, shutting the cat inside his room carefully and all but flinging himself down the stairs. By the time he had gotten there, Ivan saw his father bearing down on his frail, sweet little sister.
Such a rage built up inside him for a moment, only to defuse once the older man had rounded on him instead, baring down on him with a toothy grin. "How is my Vanya today?" he asked, almost gently stroking the boy's face before giving it a good hard slap that sent him sprawling to the floor with a small cry. Oh god, it hurt, it really, really hurt! He shut his eyes and waited for more blows to ensue, wishing he had just, for once, shut himself in his room and ignore the world. But no, Ivan just curled up into a ball on the floor and covered his head as well placed kicks and punches met him.
Hi my name is Nicky and i'm 16 years old! I have been roleplaying since half a year and I can't wait to join this roleplay! I also play Prussia, Romania, FemItaly, England, America, Moscow, Ukraine, and -whisper- Slenderman and I will try to be awesomely active here. Oh! And Kitties !
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