Post by Igor Vodianov on Aug 6, 2008 9:49:40 GMT -5
` run IGOR VODIANOV, run
"Ukhodim, ykhodim, ykhodim
Hastypyat vpemena pochishche
B"etsya podnaya, v zkstaze pylaya,
vladivostok 2000."
` are you with me,
YOUR AGE 18
RP EXPERIENCE 5 years
CONTACT INFO pirusskia for aim or msn
HOW DID YOU FIND US Fly's recruitment [/size][/ul]
`there's no turning back,
NICKNAMES none
AGE & DATE OF BIRTH 22, Sept 4
OCCUPATION Rebel Arms Dealer
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Straight
FACE CLAIM Andrey [/size][/ul]
`i'll be waiting,
WEIGHT 60 kilo
OVERALL APPEARANCE
Upon first impressions Igor looks like any other teen, tall with a funny haircut and clothes that are either too tight or out of this century. His eyes are a the kind of grey that looks black in the right light, and a light grey in the sun, they often look cold and inhuman to others with his calculating glare. His nose is imperfect with a broken bridge from fighting and training. His subtle strong lips are usually pulled into a flat unmoving line. His face is very sharp, like all purebred races should be.[/size][/ul]
Igor doesn't tan, despite being outside day after day, but he isn't extremely white. His body is toned and muscular with old scars mottling most of his body. The most noticeable of those would be the long scar slipping down his ribcage from an attempted assasination, that didn't end well for the assasin.
He usually slips into a tight white tee, with military pants and combat boots. He doesn't have much style, and usually throws on whatever he can find as long as it looks good on him, which most things do. In the colder seasons he sticks to expensive fur coats. He enjoys walking around without his shirt in the warmer months.
`lace up your shoes,
DISLIKES The Genesis family, idiots, german-made weapons, military food
STRENGTHS knowledge of guns, hand-to-hand combat, battle strategies
WEAKNESSES A beautiful lady, cheap booze, cigarettes, listening
GOALS Win against the Genesis family
FEARS The effects of nuclear war
OVERALL
On his best day, Igor is uncaring, brutish, selfish, mean, and downright bitchy. He doesn't care for much other than himself and war unless if a pretty woman blocks his view, he might be a little distracted then. He doesn't listen well and would probably rather shoot children than listen to the officers who are high in rank, "give me a goddamn list" is his usual phrase when the military needs a large order.[/size][/ul]
Surprisingly, he has a rather high tolerance for people and can actually have fun and smile around the vicinity of others if he's caught in the right mood - which is either piss-drunk or right after something victorious goes down.
However, it's bad to get in Igor's way. If his mind is set on something important then anything blocking his goal will either be shot or maimed without his even giving concious thought before acting. Growing up with a military family has conditioned his brain to the point of fighting and self-defense pretty much being on a subconscious level. If he gets angry, if you get stuck in his way then you better be prepared to lose your leg.
`don't tell a soul goodbye,
FATHER Ilya Vodianov
MOTHER Galena Vodianova
SIBLINGS Yana Vodianova[10], Vladislav Vodianov[5]
PETS none
OTHER FAMILY A few aunts and uncles, none really in contact with.
HISTORY
parents. Ilya & Galena are two very different people, his mother a glowing and affectionate lady who rarely hides her emotions, which are almost always a state of happiness. Ilya on the other hand, is a slightly brooding introverted man, uncomfortable admitting his true emotions even to himself. They complement each other, and fell deeply in love as teens and couldn't bear to part from each other. Their parenting skills differ as well, Ilya doing his best to create strong military-worthy patriots while Galena showered them with love and tenderness. The younger children coped with this well, while their older brother was taken more with his father, choosing to more or less ignore his mother for the better part of his teens and train endlessly with his father. They joined as many sparring sports as possible and practically killed each other over losses. Igor is his father's child.[/size][/ul]
childhood.There's not much childhood withing Igor, while he was affectionate with his mother until the age of 5, he soon learned that "love & hugs do not make the world go 'round;" words of his father. Igor had always been overly competitive and that psirit truly came out when he asked his father to show him some "military stuff." From then on they were inspereable, even talking about tactics for the next victory over dinner or television. His first pocket knife he got at his 7th birthday, first gun at ten. By the age of 12 he was pretty good with any basic weapon.
adolescence.Igor didn't get along well with other children, he'd rather beat them senseless than listen to their noisy conversations. He went through girlfriends like a tornado, they were attracted to his dangerous attitude and rebelliousness. For awhile he tried to sell drugs, until his father found the stash and beat the young man so bad thathe had to miss a week of school. Instead, they began to buy out an arms company and deal weapons to the military, legal and illegal.
now.Igor is a very successful arms dealer, he even trades out of russia on occasion, but prefers to stay in his hometown rather than live in a big city and get hasseled by police, living here saves him the bribe money on his illegal weapons. He used to sell to Genesis family, until he decided that he didn't like the way they were handling things, so now he roots for the rebels. But of course, he doesn't give anything away for free.
` here's the countdown,
MEMBER TITLE Rebel Arms Dealer
IS MIMI TERRIFIC suresure
RP SAMPLE
Fucking dogs...[/size][/ul]
A small nose sniffed the air, and black beady eyes scanned the area before regina felt she was safe. Sitting in a bush, how animalistic. She hating being stuck in the middle of atrail near a park where so many humans were, it was aggravating to her already frayed nerves. Regina scampered over to where she'd left her clothes in a plastic bag and checked again to make sure no one was near before changing.
She felt it build up slowly at first, her bones cracking and lengthening, the fur melting back into her pores and her eyesight brightening as her visual perception changed. It was never really a great experience turning back into a human, it was more painful than anything. It was easier to shrink than grow.
Regina scrambled to get her clothes on as fast as she could, laying in the high grass so no one could see her right away if they passed by. She could feel her normally askewed hair full of grass and whatever else as she straightened her clothes and tried to brush the earth off of herself. She hated having to do this in public because of some dumb dog someone had let loose and it so happened to run after her.
Not knowing what to do next now that her ventures were cut short she walked out to the open soccer field where there was a small game of frisbee going and found and untrampled spot of grass. She lay down and watched the clouds roll by, the whites dimming to grey as the sky was overcast but without the feeling of rain. Regina's big brown eyes drifted shut.
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Please don't steal or claim as yours.
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