Post by Ivan Braginski on Sept 8, 2010 17:44:18 GMT -5
Name: Ivan Braginski (Russia)
Age: 5,000 years old. Just kidding. How 'bout 29?
Gender: Male, of course.
Country:
Inhibitant or Human: Human.
Job: Florist. Sometimes a handyman.
Personality: Tall and big boned, this man seems innocent but is cruel without noticing it. He is often very depressed or very happy. Sometimes his happiness is a mask to keep from others from asking him about his problems. He often drinks Vodka with his meals and whenever he can. He can handle himself well with alcohol but sometimes he DOES over do it and gets drunk. His moods vary when he's drunk, sometimes he's violent and sometimes he is really depressed. Even drinking with his medication he seems to stay strong, usually ignoring the side effects of mixing his medications and alcohol. He often is heard saying the word "da" or "kol" (Which you all know what they mean.)
Likes: Flowers, (Sunflowers), warmth, alcohol (vodka, it goes down warm!), his scarf that he wears daily, his Red Army overcoat, true love, faucet pipes (just like other common Russian men, he's a handyman!).
Dislikes: His sisters, he doesn't HATE them but thinking about them depresses him. The cold, it brings back horrid memories but it gives his advantages others don't.
History: As a child, he has been tormented with seeing terrible things such as murder and tragedies. This caused his mentality to snap, causing him to be childishly cruel and not realizing it. When he was little he was very trustworthy but was only back-stabbed several times. This makes him very quiet at times and he often does not talk about himself, especially his past. He is also quite sick of the cold and wishes he could be surrounded by brightly colored sunflowers and warmth. Even love could be thrown in there. Other than that, he continues with his life by selling arranged flowers and taking medication for his bi-polar disorder and depression.
Roleplay example: The beige haired man slipped out of his home and locked the door securely. He began to walk towards the busy parts of the city, only to remember that he had forgotten something. His keys to the shop. Why he didn't just put it with his home keys, he did not know. Soon, he arrived back at the front door, fumbling with the keys and finally getting the door open. Believing in the superstition, he hurridly got his keys and looked straight at the mirror, a soft 'da' escaping his lips. About a half an hour after the incident he stepped into the small flower shop, only to hear the quiet, yet welcoming bells hanging on the entrance door. "Let today be well." He said to himself, closing the door behind him...
Ooc information:
Name/nickname: Crim, Krim, Kuri, Inu.
Timezone: GMT-5 Eastern
Contact info, msn, e-mail etc: CrimsonDroplets@Hotmail.com
Anything else?: Like many, I'm attending school and I have homework to do. :\
Vodka! 