Post by russia on May 14, 2011 19:05:48 GMT -5
Name: Ivan Braginsky
Age: 25 years old
Race: Angel
Occupation: His vessel is currently an average business man, working for a corporation, bland enough to cover up what he really is.
Appearance:
Personality: From first look, Ivan is a rather childish soul, thinking that sunflowers are pretty and that his dream is to be in a warm place with sunflowers. He smiles plenty around other people, even though to some, it might scare them how eerily he is smiling. However, deep inside, Ivan holds a more cruel side to him that even sometimes, he doesn’t understand. He hides his cruelty behind a childish smile, thinking he can fool the world with it and when he lashes out at people, it is still with that same smile.
Sometimes, there are moments where he thinks how he reacts is normal, but in reality, it’s really not. He wants to see people in pain, to see them suffer but that doesn’t mean that he lacks a heart.
If anything, Ivan is driven by his loneliness to find people that’ll be his friend, even if he’ll never outright say it. Behind the childish smile and the attitude is someone who never really had a friend in his life, and so will go at lengths to get a friend. He doesn’t understand why people are so scared of him when he actually tries to be friendly, but it’s okay, he’ll keep at it. One day, he will achieve his dream of being in a warm place with sunflowers.
Likes:
+ Vodka – Nothing can beat a long day then a long stiff drink of pure vodka.
+ Sunflowers – His vessel is in relations with a flower shop owner, which makes him very happy.
+ Having a friend. If he can.
+ His scarf – If anyone were to touch his scarf, vessel or no, he would react rather badly.
Dislikes:
- Cold
- People crying by other means that are not by him.
- Heights – Oddly enough, since he’s an angel, but a certain parachuting incident by another vessel left its mark on him.
- Anyone threatening his dream/his sisters.
Fears:
~ Submitting to people. He’s a prideful man after all, being an angel.
~ People touching his scarf over all.
~ Breaking down completely and lashing out at people.
~ Of being alone.
History:
Ivan Braginsky was, and is still a feared angel. After all, he and Feliks got into an argument a long time ago, over something trivial, he doesn’t remember. But that had resulted in a rather bloody argument and Ivan had almost killed the angel in the meanwhile in his rage. Seeing that he chased off the annoyance, he, as a result, was actually rather bored. What was there to do in heaven?
God’s messengers, yes, but he had nothing to do in the process.
So he decided to roam the earth, wondering just where he would go, what he would do. Once, he took the vessel of a young boy, loved by his family. For the first time in a long time, in his long life, he actually had somewhere to return to…
He had friends.
He never had wanted to leave the vessel, but, unfortunately, his vessel’s family was killed and he had to flee as well. What could he do? Would a little boy suddenly crash through battle, wielding more power then what was capable?
In the midst of war, Ivan grew bitter towards the human race. Killing, killing, destroying warmth and his vessel’s happiness. He had tried to guard against the killing of his vessel, but in the end, he had to turn away, watch as blood splattered against the walls.
They, the angels, God, were supposed to guard these humans?
Well then.
Ivan joined the opposing army, forcibly taking over the general of the army and lashed forward, breaking every single edict as an angel, as the messenger of the Lord, taking his revenge against the army that would dare kill his happiness.
When he returned to heaven, he merely grinned, ignoring all complaints, protests, saying that he should become a demon, a demon that destroyed instead of protected, that he should be thrown out of heaven. However the arguments died down slowly, slowly throughout the years as Ivan merely shrugged and said that he had been protecting his vessel. He was a human that had been defeating the enemy, and they were angels who fought against demons.
What was the difference really?
He continued to take vessels, forcibly, not wanting to stay up in heaven much longer, until he took the one of a business man, a man who, as far as Ivan was considered, boring. But it was perfect for him, perfect to keep a low profile since the people in heaven were not as happy with him. Then again, they never were really happy with him.
Well, no matter, he would stay here, stay within this vessel of his and disguise himself, mingling among the humans. Because, in the end, he and they weren’t too far apart…they were almost the same…
RP Sample:[/u]
Ivan Braginsky stared through the eyes of his vessel at the bright sunflowers, slowly drifting down as the florist placed them down into the black plastic jar in front of them. He had chosen this vessel on purpose, and afterwards, after some…persuasion, due to the fact that he lived near a florist. This certain florist was rather enamored with the definition of the flowers, telling Ivan every time he stopped by about the definition of a certain flower.
Today was the sunflower…
Ivan watched as the florist began to explain just how she took care of this flower and watched as she smiled. The florist cared for her flowers, but she was…rather cruel to those boys who thought it was fun to play with her bouquets outside of her store. A paradox, Ivan thought, but all humans were.
“The flower means adoration you know,” she said with a bright smile as he stared at her then the flower. Adoration?
“I think it would be sweet to give someone if you actually like someone like that.” Ivan smiled slightly then nodded, reaching up to fiddle with the scarf around his neck. “Do you want one?” Blinking, he smiled a little then reached in to pay for it. He pressed the money into her hands then smiled a little.
“Ah, thank you, da?” he said with a smile, nodding his head. “I will remember to adore this flower.” The florist laughed at his line then watched as Ivan left, holding the sunflower close. Once back home, he placed the flower in its glass and smiled, a sardonic twist to his smile.
“Adoration…” He snorted dryly. “Do humans have that capability…? Or do they simply just destroy?”
He shook his head then sat up, wondering why he was asking himself this. Well, no matter, he needed to stay out of Heaven’s eye for a moment longer…that was all.
Additional Information:
-Has scars laced around his throat from various causes. He will literally claw your face if you touch it.
Player Alias: Cana, Shio, Vanya, Ivan. XD
Brief Introduction: Umm…I’m abit awkward and spontaneous! So if I start blabbing about stuff that has nothing to do with what’s going on, that would be the reason why.
Player Country/State/Province: United States of America, California.
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Age: 25 years old
Race: Angel
Occupation: His vessel is currently an average business man, working for a corporation, bland enough to cover up what he really is.
Appearance:
Personality: From first look, Ivan is a rather childish soul, thinking that sunflowers are pretty and that his dream is to be in a warm place with sunflowers. He smiles plenty around other people, even though to some, it might scare them how eerily he is smiling. However, deep inside, Ivan holds a more cruel side to him that even sometimes, he doesn’t understand. He hides his cruelty behind a childish smile, thinking he can fool the world with it and when he lashes out at people, it is still with that same smile.
Sometimes, there are moments where he thinks how he reacts is normal, but in reality, it’s really not. He wants to see people in pain, to see them suffer but that doesn’t mean that he lacks a heart.
If anything, Ivan is driven by his loneliness to find people that’ll be his friend, even if he’ll never outright say it. Behind the childish smile and the attitude is someone who never really had a friend in his life, and so will go at lengths to get a friend. He doesn’t understand why people are so scared of him when he actually tries to be friendly, but it’s okay, he’ll keep at it. One day, he will achieve his dream of being in a warm place with sunflowers.
Likes:
+ Vodka – Nothing can beat a long day then a long stiff drink of pure vodka.
+ Sunflowers – His vessel is in relations with a flower shop owner, which makes him very happy.
+ Having a friend. If he can.
+ His scarf – If anyone were to touch his scarf, vessel or no, he would react rather badly.
Dislikes:
- Cold
- People crying by other means that are not by him.
- Heights – Oddly enough, since he’s an angel, but a certain parachuting incident by another vessel left its mark on him.
- Anyone threatening his dream/his sisters.
Fears:
~ Submitting to people. He’s a prideful man after all, being an angel.
~ People touching his scarf over all.
~ Breaking down completely and lashing out at people.
~ Of being alone.
History:
Ivan Braginsky was, and is still a feared angel. After all, he and Feliks got into an argument a long time ago, over something trivial, he doesn’t remember. But that had resulted in a rather bloody argument and Ivan had almost killed the angel in the meanwhile in his rage. Seeing that he chased off the annoyance, he, as a result, was actually rather bored. What was there to do in heaven?
God’s messengers, yes, but he had nothing to do in the process.
So he decided to roam the earth, wondering just where he would go, what he would do. Once, he took the vessel of a young boy, loved by his family. For the first time in a long time, in his long life, he actually had somewhere to return to…
He had friends.
He never had wanted to leave the vessel, but, unfortunately, his vessel’s family was killed and he had to flee as well. What could he do? Would a little boy suddenly crash through battle, wielding more power then what was capable?
In the midst of war, Ivan grew bitter towards the human race. Killing, killing, destroying warmth and his vessel’s happiness. He had tried to guard against the killing of his vessel, but in the end, he had to turn away, watch as blood splattered against the walls.
They, the angels, God, were supposed to guard these humans?
Well then.
Ivan joined the opposing army, forcibly taking over the general of the army and lashed forward, breaking every single edict as an angel, as the messenger of the Lord, taking his revenge against the army that would dare kill his happiness.
When he returned to heaven, he merely grinned, ignoring all complaints, protests, saying that he should become a demon, a demon that destroyed instead of protected, that he should be thrown out of heaven. However the arguments died down slowly, slowly throughout the years as Ivan merely shrugged and said that he had been protecting his vessel. He was a human that had been defeating the enemy, and they were angels who fought against demons.
What was the difference really?
He continued to take vessels, forcibly, not wanting to stay up in heaven much longer, until he took the one of a business man, a man who, as far as Ivan was considered, boring. But it was perfect for him, perfect to keep a low profile since the people in heaven were not as happy with him. Then again, they never were really happy with him.
Well, no matter, he would stay here, stay within this vessel of his and disguise himself, mingling among the humans. Because, in the end, he and they weren’t too far apart…they were almost the same…
RP Sample:[/u]
Ivan Braginsky stared through the eyes of his vessel at the bright sunflowers, slowly drifting down as the florist placed them down into the black plastic jar in front of them. He had chosen this vessel on purpose, and afterwards, after some…persuasion, due to the fact that he lived near a florist. This certain florist was rather enamored with the definition of the flowers, telling Ivan every time he stopped by about the definition of a certain flower.
Today was the sunflower…
Ivan watched as the florist began to explain just how she took care of this flower and watched as she smiled. The florist cared for her flowers, but she was…rather cruel to those boys who thought it was fun to play with her bouquets outside of her store. A paradox, Ivan thought, but all humans were.
“The flower means adoration you know,” she said with a bright smile as he stared at her then the flower. Adoration?
“I think it would be sweet to give someone if you actually like someone like that.” Ivan smiled slightly then nodded, reaching up to fiddle with the scarf around his neck. “Do you want one?” Blinking, he smiled a little then reached in to pay for it. He pressed the money into her hands then smiled a little.
“Ah, thank you, da?” he said with a smile, nodding his head. “I will remember to adore this flower.” The florist laughed at his line then watched as Ivan left, holding the sunflower close. Once back home, he placed the flower in its glass and smiled, a sardonic twist to his smile.
“Adoration…” He snorted dryly. “Do humans have that capability…? Or do they simply just destroy?”
He shook his head then sat up, wondering why he was asking himself this. Well, no matter, he needed to stay out of Heaven’s eye for a moment longer…that was all.
Additional Information:
-Has scars laced around his throat from various causes. He will literally claw your face if you touch it.
Player Alias: Cana, Shio, Vanya, Ivan. XD
Brief Introduction: Umm…I’m a
Player Country/State/Province: United States of America, California.
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