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Anxious Duck

PostPosted: Fri Jun 15, 2018 4:34 pm
hello!
if any of my characters peak your interest,
please do PM me and we can brainstorm ~



format by me~ c:

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PostPosted: Fri Jun 15, 2018 5:16 pm
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        NAME
                    ilya (eel-yah) netto


        NICKNAME
                    eli (ee-lie)


        AGE
                    twenty one


        GENDER
                    male


        ORIENTATION
                    bisexual


        RACE
                    human


        BIRTHDAY
                    17th august (leo)


        LANGUAGE(s)
                    english and russian


        OCCUPATION
                    works (part time) in the security department of a small local mall.





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        HEIGHT
                    172cm


        WEIGHT
                    147lbs


        HAIR
                    naturally coal-black; usually left a mess (bedhead)


        EYES
                    dark brown


        MARKINGS
                    TBA





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        PERSONALITY
                    TBA


        LIKES
                    scaring people
                    swimming (as a sport rather than a hobby)
                    collecting antiques


        DISLIKES
                    being overpowered
                    conversing with groups of people (he prefers one-on-one)


    SKILLS
                charming his way out of trouble


    PHOBIAS
                he isn't particularly scared of anything; nothing he's aware of, at least


    TURN ON(s)
                blood, scars and anything that seems like it might hurt
                being challenged


PET PEEVE(s)
              people sobbing
              being lied to (especially when he knows the truth)




↘↘ H I S T O R Y ◉ ◉ ◉



        EARLY CHILDHOOD
                    Ilya had always been a quiet child,
                    to the point that his parents had to take him to a child therapist as they feared that there was something wrong with him. Whether it was a good or bad thing, the therapist explained that being quiet had more to do with his personality than his development. Ilya soon started conversing with his parents, slowly but surely opening up to them, but often just telling them what he needed to or what they wanted to hear; never spoke more than he had to.
                    He learnt at a very young age how to please people enough to get what he wants from them. His parents weren't exactly rich, but they had decent enough jobs to be able to live in the fancy side of a bad neighborhood. His parents did not know which one was worse, that their child wouldn't find many good influences around this place, or the fact that he didn't even want to find a friend. The only option they saw was to move to a somewhat better place;
                    and them move again; and again; and one more time.


        ADOLESCENCE
                    By the age of twelve, Ilya and his family of three had already moved five times within seven years. That was until his mother got pregnant, after several years of trying. It seemed like a good enough reason to settle for good, especially since Ilya's father had finally found a job that he didn't want to quit within a few months. Seven months later, Lia Netto was born and Ilya might as well have disappeared from the family. He was old enough to understand that she needed more attention than he did, but he was only a human and jealousy easily took over him. However, he never spoke about it or even showed a hint of what he felt; as usual, he kept it to himself and only showed what his parents needed from him. And so, Ilya acted like the older brother he was supposed to; slowly but surely becoming the part that he thought he was faking. He would often ask to babysit her, or take her out to the park once she was old enough. Spending time with Lia seemed to be the only thing that made him feel normal; even a little happy, if he was being honest.

                    Despite his house situation having settled ever since Lia was born, Ilya still kept a big part of himself from them. Mainly because he wasn't sure how they would react, and therefore preferred to not let them react to it at all. The thoughts had started when he was eleven or so, but the first time he did anything was at thirteen. Walking back home from school, he saw a dead cat that he been run over by a car. Ilya took it to his secret hideout, which was a few blocks away from his house, he cut the cat to the point that he couldn't tell its head from its paws. When he had the knife in his hand and was slicing the cat open, it felt amazing; he felt powerful. As soon as he was done, and realized what he had done, he got terrified. Ever since, he has been trying to stop the thoughts, but every now and again he gives in; instead of taking actions, he reads. It started with biology; both animals and humans; knowing every single bone, organ and their placement. Then it moved to medical procedures. Soon, he had read every little thing about what interested him and the urge to apply it was increasing.

                    Fourteen; that was how old he was when he gave in to his urges once more. This time, he didn't get scared after. He didn't feel guilty and he didn't throw up like he had the first time. It felt easier; he was calmer. But it didn't seem to satisfy him; he didn't get the same rush as he did the first time. And so, he tried again; and again; and again; and once more. Dead animals did not seem to do. With that in mind, Ilya took his first life just a few weeks shy from his fifteenth birthday; a stray cat that he found several blocks from his school. If asked about it, he could probably still describe every little detail about that moment; from the smell of the swamp, to the sound of the cat's neck cracking to the shiver that went through him.


        ADULTHOOD
                    After several years of indulging in his little habit, Lia had passed away. No, passing away seemed like a gentle term. She was kidnapped, abused and murdered. The kidnapping happened when Lia, five years old at the time, had gone grocery shopping with her mother. The little angel insisted on sitting on the shopping cart instead of walking, and her mother obviously agreed. So, when her mother took her eyes off the girl for a few seconds to grab something she deemed important, she looked back only to see that her daughter was gone. Upon looking throughout the store with no trace of Lia, the police was brought in and the investigation started. It took 46 hours before Lia's little body to turned up; bruised, bleeding and lifeless. Her parents were so in shock that they could barely comprehend it; crying, wailing and sobbing was all they could do. Ilya, however, had his own way of dealing with grief. Simply put; he didn't deal with it. He ignored it and pretended it wasn't there.

                    Ilya was seventeen when he first decided to kill a human. The police had a suspect whom they thought was good for Lia's case, as well as several other similar cases. Unlike them, Ilya wasn't willing to just lock him up, and he would make sure that the guy walks free. Therefore, Ilya shoved himself into the older guy's life. He was willing to do whatever it took to get the guy to trust him, therefore, Ilya was quick to start doing drugs with Steve (the guy) and his friends; he would often even run errands for them. By the time the police gathered enough information to take Steve down, Ilya was there to bail him out; he gave Steve an alibi, stating that they were together on that night. Steve obviously had no idea who Ilya was to the little girl, but he was more than appreciative for the save. Ilya's parents, however, had practically disowned him and he did not blame them one bit.

                    Having Steve wrapped around his fingers, Ilya was now in control of a pathetic life that he despised and was sure to torture to the guy's last breath. Without much convincing, Ilya had Steve get involved with a drug-dealing gang who were known to finish lose ends with blood and no traces. A few weeks in, he convinced the male to purchase drugs from them, telling Steve that if they sold them to kids around the block for a higher price, they could make big money. Of course, as soon as Steve had gotten the drugs, Ilya had made sure to mess them up without anyone knowing it was him. Steve had started freaking out as the payment to the gang was supposed to be due soon, and they had no drugs to sell to get the money. That was where Ilya's year-plan started to get in line. Telling Steve that he will work something out with the gang, Ilya had Steve wrapped around his fingers once again.

                    Before Ilya had even got himself in Steve's life, he made himself known to the gang and their leader. He needed to have the perfect plan before he started anything. Ilya was straightforward from the start about who he was, what he wanted to do and how he needed the gang's help. The gang leader laughed it off at first, and even had his men beat the living crap out of Ilya for wasting his time. Ilya was expecting exactly that, as the gang would be losing a lot of money in the form of drugs. He knew he could probably tell them that he would pay them back, but he did not like the thought of owing anyone anything. Ilya went to the gang's hangout location every single day for nine days; getting beaten up every single time, without them even having to hear another word from him. The tenth day, however, the leader was ready to just shoot him and get it over with. That was when Ilya told him what Steve had done, and even begged the leader that if he wanted to kill Ilya, he could do it after Ilya finished what he promised himself he would do. That was how he got the gang on track with him; the leader, and most of the gang, thought it was worth it to lose a couple of grands in exchange for the death of such a guy.

                    Fast forward a year later, the day had finally come. The gang did their part in scaring Steve, which Ilya was more than thankful for, and now came the fun part. Ilya had Steve believing that the gang had set up another meeting for him alone to go and discuss another deal; only for the gang to knock him up,
                    tie him up and leave him for Ilya to deal with.

                    46 hours, to the dot, was the time that Ilya spent with Steve. He made sure that the guy knows exactly who Ilya was, and exactly what he did to deserve what was about to happen to him. He even explained the significance of the 46 hours, and told him beforehand that he would not even allow him to pass out for the next 46 hours. Each hour was more thrilling than the past one for Ilya. At some points, it stopped being about Lia, and became more about his obsessions; but he was always reminded of it. He made sure to remind himself and Steve of Lia every single moment of those 46 hours. He had her pictures plastered all across the walls and even had her favorite song playing on repeat the entire time. After all those hours of torture, Ilya finally killed the man; slit his throat open. He watched the blood empty his body for long before starting the cleanup process.

                    Ilya has yet to be caught due to the fact that they made it seem like Steve had packed his bags and left town, instead of him just going missing. That, and because he had the gang covering his back. Since then, Ilya had used the money that he earned from Steve, and some extra which he made from several part time jobs, to pay back the gang for their lost drugs. Even though Ilya never quite joined the gang, he is still called in every now and again to either get information out of someone, or get rid of them; or both.


        FAMILY
                    mother (deceased) - she passed away several months after Lia's death, having been drowning in her sorrows as well as alcohol.
                    father (alive) - they have made up around a year ago when they bumped into each other coincidentally. Ilya had told him what he had done; though he expected to be yelled at, he just received a hug and got invited to a home-cooked meal.
                    Lia (deceased) - she was practically the sunshine in his colorless life for the five and a half years that he had her.





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        PET(s)
                    none


        TRANSPORTATION(s)
                    subway or buses


        STYLE
                    usually a random shirt, dark (mostly black) jeans and an over-sized dark (mostly black) jacket with combat boots.


        WEAPON(s)
                    knives is his preference, but he can work with anything sharp or heavy.

 

styx and sloanes

Anxious Duck


styx and sloanes

Anxious Duck

PostPosted: Mon Jul 02, 2018 6:25 pm
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        NAME
                    Aleksei Petrov [ah-lec-say pet-rav]


        NICKNAME
                    Petrov


        AGE
                    thirty one


        GENDER
                    male


        ORIENTATION
                    he doesn't have time for such things (probably pansexual, though)


        ETHNICITY
                    russian (distant turkish heritage)


        BIRTHDAY
                    seventeenth june


        LANGUAGE(s)
                    russian and english; fluently. turkic; basic words (greetings, numbers and a few others)


        OCCUPATION
                    detective





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        HEIGHT
                    164 cm (he's self-conscious about it)


        WEIGHT
                    168 lbs


        HAIR
                    buzzed from the sides. the middle in somewhat long from the back (enough that he can tie it in a tiny ponytail)


        EYES
                    dark brown


        MARKINGS
                    burn scars on his right shoulder (going down to mid-arm) which he somewhat covered with a tattoo (though it is still obvious)





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        PERSONALITY
                    Aleksei is a workaholic and it doesn't take a genius to figure that out. The fact that he bought a place a few blocks away from his workplace should be evidence enough. He's very serious and meticulous when it comes to his work, and seeing as his work is basically his life, that has become who he is. Stubborn to no end and loves having things go his way. He enjoys being in charge, not to be in the spotlight, but simply because he believes that he can excel in leading people. He never lets his emotions get in the way of anything, and is (more or less) known for being emotionless. However, of course, that is not true; he is human, after all. Aside from his work, Aleksei is very pessimistic and despondent. He mulls over the smallest of matters when it comes to his personal life, which is why he prefers not to have one.


        LIKES
                    his work (obviously!)
                    kickboxing
                    energy drinks


        DISLIKES
                    being belittled
                    socializing
                    fire


        SKILLS
                    he is a fast runner (used to run track in high school and college)
                    kickboxing; he's been the champion in his boxing gym for the past four year.


        PHOBIAS
                    losing the one family he still has; his younger sister


        TURN ON(s)
                    confidence
                    someone who can challenge him; mentally and physically


        PET PEEVE(s)
                    talkative people
                    being forced into something




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              EARLY CHILDHOOD
                          Aleksei has had a semi-normal childhood, up until the age of twelve. Born to Russian parents who moved around more times than he cares to remember. He and his older sister, Natasha, were three years apart and practically inseparable. That was until his parents had adopted Silvia; they had just moved to a new place, which was just a block away from an orphanage. Aleksei and Natasha used to play at the same park that the orphaned kids used to visit twice a week, which was how they first met Silvia. She was the kid that copied what everyone else was doing until they got out of her reach, then she would start copying someone else. She was weird, and that was exactly what intrigued the entire family to her. And that was how, at the age of nine, Aleksei got a new sister, who was five at the time.

                          Despite still being pretty close with Natasha, Aleksei grew closer to Silvia; Natasha was going through her own things, with puberty and all, and wouldn't play with him as often. After adopting Silvia, they only moved once, and had then settled for a good three years. That was when everything went south.

                          It wasn't even that late at night when it happened. Aleksei was playing with Silvia in the park which was only a few streets over from their house; they could still see it, which made their mother feel safe that she can keep watch on them, just in case. They were messing around, Aleksei remembers teasing her about her hair being messy, even though he was the reason it was that way. That was when he heard his mother yelling for them at the top of her lungs. That's when Aleksei watched his entire life fall apart. His mother was on fire. His house was on fire. Aleksei didn't waste a second to run towards her as fast as his legs could handle; leaving Silvia alone and unattended.

                          In the midst of trying to help his mother, Aleksei got his right arm caught on fire, though he hadn't felt it until a couple of neighbors pulled him away and patted him down; a few others helping his mother. The fire, the smoke, the smell; Aleksei will probably never forget that day. Aleksei fought hard to get away from whoever helped him and ran back to Silvia, but she wasn't there. He remembers yelling out her name so loud that his throat burned; that's when she came out from wherever she was hiding. Her face red, eyes filled with tears and her legs trembling. From there on, Aleksei doesn't remember too much; he had passed out shortly after that.

                          He woke up in a hospital room the next day, alone. Terrified would be an understatement. He started yelling for someone, and when a nurse came, he kept asking her all sorts of questions about his family. He doesn't exactly remember her words, because he phased out after she said 'I'm sorry.' He had seen enough movies to know that that means someone had died. He was then met with two police officers who asked him a few questions which he couldn't comprehend; it was an accident, a fire, so why were they here?

                          After recovering from the shock, the police had come back to ask him the exact same questions, as he had been too in shock to even utter out one word the first time around. He had questions of his own, though, and they were more than ready to answer his questions. It just so happens that his father had gone broke a few years back, and instead of getting a new job, he got a loan from someone that he shouldn't have; that was why they couldn't move around anymore, until he pays back the loan. Except, he couldn't do that. Whoever lent him the money decided that three years was enough, and decided to teach him a lesson.

                          There was just too much to process for twelve year old Aleksei, but he knew he couldn't break down, else Silvia would be gone for. His mother, though alive, was in a coma due to her entire body being burnt. Aleksei and Silvia had to be taken in by their aunt, whom had three kids of her own; it was a crowd for the small house. Aleksei made sure to take care of Silvia so neither of them were burdens to anyone; he didn't like that idea.

                          The funeral was far more depressing than you would have expected. Instead of people giving their condolences to his mother, they were all coming to Aleksei; some even giving him all that crap about them being in a better place. Silvia hadn't attended the funeral, he made sure of that; he had no idea how to deal with kids, but he knew Silvia and she certainly wouldn't have liked it. Though she didn't fully understand it, Aleksei didn't hide it from her and told her that their father and Natasha were never coming back. He remembers her crying at that thoughts, and he also remembers that he broke down crying for the first time since the fire, right after she did.

                          Their mother was in a coma for several months, Aleksei made sure to visit her every chance he got; he would tell her what was new with him and Silvia and how they were learning new skills to take care of themselves. Silvia always pestered Aleksei and their aunt about seeing their mother, but Aleksei always refused, until the doctors told their aunt that there was no chance of their mother waking up. Aleksei knew that Silvia would never forgive him for not letting her see their mother right before she dies.

                          Silvia brought several drawings that she had made for their mother, as well as a few paper flowers that she and Aleksei had made to pass the time. That visit lasted longer than any of Aleksei's visits to his mother; Silvia did most of the talking, laughing and dancing. It was almost like the old times again. But the three hours were soon over and they had to go back home again. That same night, their aunt had signed the papers to take their mother off the machines; Aleksei was consulted by his aunt and he refused to let her go, but after explanation and too many tears (mostly his aunt's) he agreed, though reluctantly.


              ADOLESCENCE
                          His teenage years passed by a little too fast, with him focusing on studying, working and Silvia. He worked part-time at a local grocery after school, and on weekends. Mainly saving up to pull his and Silvia's weights in his aunt's household, as well as move out once he is eighteen.

                          Four years after the death of his family, Aleksei was contacted by one of the officers that were when he first woke up in the hospital; the officer had checked in with Aleksei and Silvia every once in a while, but he stopped around a year before his call. They had finally nailed the guy that killed his family, as well as his entire gang. Aleksei had never really thought about revenge, he hadn't even given much thought to the culprits; but that statement did make him relieved, like some weight was lifted off his shoulder even though he never knew it was there.

                          It was right then and there that Aleksei decided that he wanted to be exactly that; he wanted to be the one to look at people who have suffered and tell them that they have caught the person who caused the suffering. He wanted to be able to give that feeling to others, like they had done to him.

                          Aleksei got into a university through a sports' scholarship; he ran track. With the money he had saved up for years, as well as a small parting gift from their aunt, Aleksei and Silvia moved out into their own place. It wasn't anything fancy; a rented apartment in the more affordable side of town, but it was still theirs.

                          He doesn't recall exactly when it happened, but he basically became Silvia's mother, father, friend and nanny. She, however, had become his strength, and his main reason for living. Aleksei was pretty sure that if he had lost her as well, there was nothing stopping him from killing himself. However, that does not mean that he will do everything that he she asks for him. For example, when she wanted to quit school at the age of fifteen because she wanted to be an artist and didn't need the type of education that schools provided, Aleksei obviously declined, which caused a big fuss. That problem cleared out fast after Aleksei started helping her with her studies.

                          College was tough, that was for sure, and he had to manage a three-shifts-per-week job in a warehouse; all in all, it took a tole on him, but he made it through.


              ADULTHOOD
                          Aleksei was in her last year when he was recruited by an officer; the same one that had helped him on so many occasions. Though they had met in the worst of circumstances, given it was the same day that Aleksei lost his family, they had became good friends. Aleksei, of course, had to undergo a lot of training for around eight months before he became an actual police officer.

                          Add to that five years of field experience, and Aleksei had been promoted to a detective at the age of 27. It was a literal dream come true. Now, Aleksei aims to become the deputy chief; it's a bit far-fetched and long-term (emphasize on the 'long), but he is willing to do whatever it takes to reach it.


              FAMILY
                          silvia ; 26 ; younger sister and best friend. he trusts her with his every thought. she moved out to her own place a few years back, but they keep in touch.
                          cousins ; three ; though he lived with them for 7 years, they aren't that close.





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              PET(s)
                          none


              TRANSPORTATION(s)
                          a 2015 maroon jeep wrangler


              STYLE
                          work; a button-up shirt, blazer, dress pants and leather dress shoes. work-related events; most probably a suit and tie. normal wear; shirt, hoodie, chino pants and vans.


              WEAPON(s)
                          he has two registered pistols, one is always on him while the other is kept at his house for emergencies.

 
PostPosted: Sat Jul 14, 2018 8:09 am
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        NAME
                    Matteo Esposito


        NICKNAME
                    he introduces himself as matt


        AGE
                    twenty two


        GENDER
                    male


        ORIENTATION
                    bisexual


        BIRTHDAY
                    nineteenth of july


        LANGUAGE(s)
                    mainly hebrew; english (though isn't very good at it)


        OCCUPATION
                    mainly in warehouses; guarding and transporting goods





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        HEIGHT
                    5'7''


        WEIGHT
                    166 lbs [mainly from muscles]


        HAIR
                    dark brown. usually kept in a top knot style; buzzed from the sides and long enough from the middle to tie it into a bun.


        EYES
                    olive green


        MARKINGS
                    he has 3 tattoos on his back; his family's names in hebrew (his parents and younger brother). he has 5mm gauges in each ear. two piercings; side lip and tongue.





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        PERSONALITY
                    matt is a happy-go-lucky person. he's the type to try and retrieve the silver lining in every situation. he would often try and help people, offer advice, even when it is not needed or wanted. he can be on the verge of annoying as he often pushes people into doing things they may not want to, simply because he knows that it will do them good. despite always being there for other people, he refuses to let anyone help him as he sees it as a weakness (a bit of a hypocrite, but still!). he's very secretive when it comes to his life, and would rather not share his problems with anyone.


        LIKES
                    martial arts; he often uses a combination of different styles that he has learnt (mostly krav maga and muay thai)
                    the ocean view
                    animals, especially rabbits


        DISLIKES
                    being forced to use violence
                    feeling helpless in a situation
                    hospitals


        SKILLS
                    he has great combat skills, though he prefers not to use it unless absolutely necessary (defending himself or others)


        PHOBIAS
                    losing his brother
                    he used to have a fear of dying, but he has long ago conquered that fear.


    TURN ON(s)
                nothing specific; if he comes to like someone, the smallest of actions could turn him on.




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        EARLY CHILDHOOD
                    HERE


        ADOLESCENCE
                    HERE


        ADULTHOOD
                    HERE


        FAMILY
                    mother (deceased)- she passed away while giving birth to his younger brother. she had been sick ever since she got pregnant for the second time, but she insisted on letting her boy live.
                    father (deceased)- he got into an accident when matt was sixteen and passed away on sight.
                    brother (alive)- his condition is worse than matt and he was hospitalized a year back, which is when matt started really saving up money to allow him to have the surgery that he never got; he just hopes he can do it in time.





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        PET(s)
                    none


        TRANSPORTATION(s)
                    used to have a motorcycle, but he sold it to cover his brother's medical bills. he either walks, takes the bus or subway.


        WEAPON(s)
                    mainly uses his arms and legs if needed. though he is forced to carry a gun due to who he works for; they believe guns are faster and more threatening.

 

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PostPosted: Tue Aug 07, 2018 2:59 pm
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        NAME
                    emmett busto


        NICKNAME
                    em


        AGE
                    eighteen


        GENDER
                    male


        ORIENTATION
                    bisexual


        BIRTHDAY
                    seventh of january


        LANGUAGE(s)
                    english; fluently. spanish; understands well, speaks a little.


        OCCUPATION
                    TBA





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        HEIGHT
                    169 cm


        WEIGHT
                    122 lbs


        HAIR
                    naturally; dark brown. dyed platinum blond


        EYES
                    ocean blue


        MARKINGS
                    his body is always littered in small cuts and bruises due to the amounts of fights that he gets in; nothing too permanent.





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        PERSONALITY
                    emmett is a very dedicated person; once he puts his mind to something, he will go through great lengths just to achieve it. he's often quiet around people who do not meet his criteria, and tend to shrug them off easily. if someone does get his attention, emmett would be more attentive; he would offer a listening ear whenever needed and is always ready for their company. he still, however, would be cautious around them as he always keeps himself prepared for them to leave. though no one really expected much for him, ever since he was younger, emmett still aimed high and was his own biggest critic. he always seems to be in his own little world, and it's mostly because he often mulls over everything; the smallest of things could take up the biggest parts of his thoughts. he would easily space out in the midst of an important conversation because his mind decided to excessively think about the way a certain word was pronounced or how that kid used to sit back in elementary school.


        LIKES
                    coffee and anything coffee-flavored
                    sour candy
                    electronics


        DISLIKES
                    being ridiculed or belitted
                    getting ignored/rejected
                    having to repeat himself


        SKILLS
                    sculpturing; he uses it as a relaxation method.
                    running; he's quite a fast runner, though he never bothered joining his school's team.
                    electronics; his parents owned a electronics store, so he's quite well-educated about most electronics and how to fix them.




        ↘↘ H I S T O R Y ◉ ◉ ◉



              EARLY CHILDHOOD
                          emmett was an only child to parents who never really intended to have kids. his father owned an electronics store, which soon turned into a company, which then developed into a dozen stores across three countries. his mother worked at a bakery that she co-owned with her friend. it was safe to say that they had little to no time for emmett; add to the mix the fact that the pregnancy was nothing more than a mistake. they had been married for almost two years when his mother got pregnant, but it was never really a love marriage. they were good friends all the way through, but they weren't exactly made for each other, and they certainly weren't fit to be parents. that was mainly why emmett was more or less raised by a countless numbers of nannies throughout the years. most of them came and left within a year or so; most felt that the long hours that the child spent with them was unhealthy, as it needed its parents' attention as well. which was his parents brought in a stay-at-home maid who took care of everything around the house, then simply hired teenagers from around the block to babysit emmett; feeling like teenagers would complain less and even accept a lesser pay.

                          emmett's eighth birthday was just around the corner when his parents had hired him a new babysitter; the previous one had moved away for a scholarship. it was a high-schooler who lived a couple of houses away from emmett's. it wasn't exactly different from the rest of the nannies; he came to emmett's house and played with him for a couple of hours until his parents were home. but then the guy started taking him out to the park, to buy games, to eat ice cream; and he had instantly become emmett's favorite person in the entire world. emmett even to this day remembers telling him that he was going to marry him; mainly because that was the only way he knew to keep the older male to stay with him forever. instead of just laughing it off, the male had actually said 'maybe when you get older' which had had made little emmett's eyes sparkle with hope; which carried out with him for years.

                          however, as expected, the babysitter's life didn't revolve around emmett. which was why, when emmett was around ten, the guy had said goodbye to him and move away. perhaps the hardest thing emmett has had to do as a child. from then on, his life pretty much went back to its dull colors. his parents got himself a new babysitter, and then another one, and another one. that lasted until he turned twelve; basically old enough to stay home by himself and manage without burning the house down, which was probably what his parents cared the most about.


              ADOLESCENCE
                          high school was a complete blur for the male. he wasn't exactly a nerd, but he still held a decent average throughout the years. he wasn't exactly a delinquent, but he still managed to get into fights every other; most of them he would start unintentionally, due to his sarcasm and cold attitude towards the groups that tried to bully him, or were bullying someone else around him. however, to be completely honest, after the first few unintentional fights, emmett started seeking for trouble; it was a good way for him to get rid of all his rage. and even perhaps get the attention of his parents, but that was something that he had given up on long ago.

                          a couple of months before his high school graduation, and his eighteenth birthday, emmett had requested his parents to move out; well, it was more like he just informed them. he had worked part-time jobs for the past five years; after school hours and during his summer vacation, so he had saved up quite a lot. he had also gotten a head start on the down payment of his studio apartment from his parents. everything had gone smoothly and he managed to move out a week or so before his birthday.



              FAMILY
                          father [alive] ; they're not exactly close. but emmett did learn a lot about electronics from watching him work.
                          mother [alive] ; the last time she acted like an affectionate mother towards him was probably when she used to breastfeed him when he was a newborn.

 
PostPosted: Sun Apr 14, 2019 11:12 am
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        NAME
                    Isaak [e - zack] Volkov


        NICKNAME
                    none


        AGE
                    twenty


        GENDER
                    male


        ORIENTATION
                    he hasn't actually felt that way about anyone for long enough to be sure about what/who he liked.


        BIRTHDAY
                    11th January [capricorn]


        LANGUAGE(s)
                    Russian and English; both fluently [though he has struggles with written Russian as he was taught verbally rather than in school]


        OCCUPATION
                    works part-time at a coffee shop across from his college; volunteers occasionally at the homeless shelter.





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        HAIR
                    dyed platinum blonde; trimmed short from the back but his bangs are kept slightly longer.


        EYES
                    dark brown


        MARKINGS
                    he does not have any tattoos or piercings. he does have a few scars littering his upper arms.





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        PERSONALITY
                    Isaak is a practical and self-reliant person. He has learnt to be independent from a young age, and takes it upon himself to make sure that he never strays from the right path. However, as the saying goes, "too much of anything is bad." And that could be used to describe Isaak simply. His discipline could easily be described as being uptight; his persistent nature would be seen as relentless; and his realistic view of the world around him would be perceived as pessimism. Isaak almost always has the best of intentions, but he doesn't quite know how to put them through to his actions.


        LIKES
                    ocean view
                    reptiles
                    collecting tokens


        DISLIKES
                    being looked down upon/belittled
                    seeing people stray from their path



        ↘↘ H I S T O R Y ◉ ◉ ◉



              EARLY CHILDHOOD
                          Isaak's parents were childhood friends and high school sweethearts. They were the power couple that everyone adored and were jealous of, at the same time. You would never see one of them without the other one being few steps behind. Even both their families knew that they would be destined to get married and live a happy life. However, perhaps it was just the series of events that followed which ruined their chances.

                          Shy of their high school graduation, Isaak's mother fell ill. Upon going to the hospital, she discovered she was pregnant and instantly told her boyfriend. Abortion was the first thought in their minds, until the appointment date came around and the both had decided not to go through with it. They decided to get married after graduation and start a family. It was their dream and plan after all. The thing is, they never intended for it to be so soon.

                          Prom came around, and the two were as close as ever. Their parents weren't too happy about the news, but they agreed on the choices that the couple have made: to get married and raise the child. And that was exactly what they did. Isaak was born on January 11th and he was surrounded by both his parents, both sets of grandparents and two uncles from his mother's side. It was easy to tell that he had a big family that were anticipating his birth and suffocated him with love. However, that only lasted for the first month or so.

                          His mother fell into a postpartum depression, which affected every single member of the family. She no longer had the patience or energy for the newborn she had birthed, leaving Isaak's father to take care of him all hours when he wasn't at work. His grandparents (from his mother's side) soon decided to move in with the couple, mainly because they were worried about their daughter. That, however, did not last very long. After a few weeks of them being around, Isaak's mother felt more on edge all the time and was lashing out more than she had before; causing her parents to leave once more.

                          Isaak was almost five months old when both sets of his grandparents had stopped coming to visit. His mother's parents found it too hard to see their daughter suffer that way, and his father's parents constantly felt unwanted due to her attitude.

                          Despite his father's constant pleadings and encouragement, Isaak's mother kept refusing to see a specialist about her condition, which only made things worse between the newlyweds.

                          By the time that Isaak had turned one, his mother had started to grow out of her personalized shell with the help of a 'new mothers' support group. However, his father had spent the past couple of months dealing with things through drinking his thoughts away.

                          Until the age of three, things were somewhat calm within Isaak's household. His mother was back to her usual self, his father had limited his drinking to weekends, and his grandparents had even started visiting once more as things around the household were much lighter.

                          That lasted until Isaak was seven years old, and in those four years, he was the happiest that he has ever been in his life. But soon after his seventh birthday, his father lost his job due to his employer going bankrupt. Around two years have passed with his father being unable to find a permanent job; either being under-qualified as he did not go to college or hating the job and resigning. This has of course lead to money issues, which in turn lead to too many fights and bickering around the house.

                          His father, of course, had gone back to his old ways of drinking his problems away. His mother was then forced to find a job at a local bookshop and worked around 75 hours a week just to make ends meet. Which lead to Isaak seeing less of his mother and more of his drunken father.

                          Isaak was ten (and a half) when his mother had gotten pregnant again. Fearing that she would fall into another depression like she did the first time, and also because she knew that her and her husband couldn't possibly raise another child in that awful situation, she had decided to get an abortion. She obviously had told her husband what she intended to do, and that led to a huge fight where things had been thrown from both sides; one of them happened to be a vase that crashed into Isaak who had come in to try and stop his parents from fighting the only way he could; plead. Instead, he was met with glass vase breaking against his chest, causing several of the pieces to scar his upper arms as well.

                          Being rushed to a hospital at such an age, for that sort of injury, surely would raise suspicions. After sending two nights in the hospital, Isaak was taken to his uncle's house seeing as child protective services deemed his grandparents unfit to take care of him, and they needed to evaluate his parents' situation.

                          The five months that Isaak had lived with his uncle, his uncle's wife and their two year old daughter, had taught him quite a lot. He had learnt how to cook for himself, clean after himself and even play on his own without disturbing anyone. It wasn't that his uncle was strict, it was just that Isaak had been afraid of confrontation even since that night. Every time someone got one step too close to him, Isaak would be taking five steps back and trying his best not to break down.

                          Having to go back to live with his parents was probably when Isaak's personality really started to change. His mother had already had an abortion at that point in time, having been guilt-ridden with the fact that she was the one who threw the vase that left Isaak scarred; both physically and mentally. Despite that, their home situation wasn't any better. If anything, the fighting had gotten worse. To the point that Isaak often stayed in the park after school until it was dark and he was forced to go back home.


              ADOLESCENCE
                          Starting middle school was a happy occurrence in Isaak's life. He got to stay away from his house for long hours, and could even stay after school hours. Not to mention that he was pretty good at studying, which meant that he finally got some praise in his life; even if it was only from report cards.

                          Isaak stayed clear from trouble enough for people to not even know who he was. He was fine with that. He wasn't one to need to be recognized. However, he did often enter spelling bees, chess tournaments and helped other students with their studies before the exams. His education was the only thing in his life that was going his way, which was why Isaak had dedicated his entire self to it during his teenage years.

                          He had not gone to one single party, or ever visited a club, or even snuck out of his house to go to a midnight festival. He played by every rule that existed, and he was pretty happy with the outcomes. Despite that, his life at home was not getting any better. His parents still bickered about almost everything; the one thing they never fought about was Isaak. That was mainly because they barely paid any attention to him. It wasn't an ideal situation, but Isaak paid attention to himself, and he got himself through those rough times.


              ADULTHOOD
                          As soon as Isaak had turned eighteen, he declared to his parents that he was moving out. They obviously put up a fuss, especially his mother, saying that they would miss him too much. Though Isaak doubted that, he tried to always keep good and happy thoughts in his mind when it came to his parents. Despite all their flaws, they really did try to make it work for Isaak's sake; at least, that is what Isaak tells himself in order not to feel like he's replaceable to his own parents.

                          Isaak got into a local college with the good sum that he inherited from his grandparents, as well as a small loan from his uncle, which Isaak was working on repaying him for. Isaak started working at the coffee shop across from his workplace, and on occasion, he volunteers at the homeless shelter where they serve food and provide a warm bed for people.


              FAMILY
                          father (alive); they never really saw eye to eye, especially with his father being a drunk and Isaak seeing that as a weakness.
                          mother (alive); he feels bad for her having to deal with his father, but he had asked her to move in with him and leave his father to which she got angry and refused.
                          uncle [mother's side] (alive); he's probably the most parent-figure Isaak has had in his life. they are pretty close, but Isaak still keeps a distance between them, enough so he is not a bother to him and his family.





        ↘↘ E X T R A S ◉ ◉ ◉



              PET(s)
                          none.


              TRANSPORTATION(s)
                          usually by foot, or takes the subway for long distances.


 

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PostPosted: Sun Apr 14, 2019 11:14 am
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