Post by Ivan Braginski on May 2, 2012 23:24:25 GMT -5
Name: Ivan Braginski
Age: Vessel's age is 25
Race: Demon
Occupation: Doing whatever he feels like doing at the moment.
Appearance:
Personality: Ivan is one extremely messed up demon, he has been around for many, many years and has done many, many terrible things in his lifetime. He has a personal vendetta against most angles, demons, and hunters alike. Ivan does not trust easily, if at all, and those who betray his trust will have to face dire consequences. Ivan is a bit of a sadist and will not hesitate to cause pain to get information or whatever else it may be that he is out to gain. He is also a schizophrenic, and has a bit of a personality disorder stemming from all the years he's been alive. Sometimes he can be extremely nice and caring, and forget all about the evils he committed on the past, but other times he is incredibly sadistic, and cruel, and is likely to purposefully go out hunting for a fight and a chance to kill and spill an innocent's blood, and other times he can be a complete mish-mash of the two, nice, but willing to hurt others if need be.
Ivan is also extremely powerful, and there is not much that can stop him when he goes on one of his rampages where he will not hesitate to kill anything, or anyone he comes across.
Likes:
+Fighting- Ivan likes being able to prove that he is more powerful and has a bit of a sadistic fondness of beating up the less powerful demons, and any angel or hunter he can get his hands on.
+Sunflowers- They remind Ivan of the sun and if good times, back before he became a demon.
+Vodka- Ivan just has a bit of a liking of human alcohol, although he really isn't all too sure why, considering he really can't stand most humans.
+Being in control- Ivan likes being in control of everything, from other people's (or demons, or angels) actions, to making the rules for others to follow, he just likes to be the one in control.
+Cute things- Ivan has a soft spot for things he finds cute, even though most people would disagree that what Ivan thinks is cute, is cute, he doesn't care
+His scarf- He got his scarf many years ago, from a human girl whom he once loved, and it made him very happy, but then he found out that she was seeing another man, who was actually a hunter who was hunting Ivan. He felt so betrayed and killed them both in his fit of rage, and has held an even larger hatred of humans and hunters since then.
+Nikolai- As weird as it may sound, Ivan has grown a bit fond of the Fallen Angel that he met years ago, and he doesn't mind spending time with him that much any more.
Dislikes:
- The cold- Ivan has spent far too many years basking in the burning flames of Hell, and he has become accustomed to never having to deal with the cold. However, since it is colder on Earth, Ivan has a tendency to wear multiple layers of clothing to stay warm.
-Not being in control- Ivan likes to be the one in control, and when there is somebody trying to turn Ivan into a pawn of theirs, the results are never pretty to see, considering it usually ends up with a wall splattered with guts.
-When he seems weak- Ivan prides himself on being powerful and being next to unbeatable usually, so he does not take it very well when someone does something that makes him seem weak or feel like a fool.
-Cleaning up messes- Since Ivan is normally the one causing all sorts of trouble and creating messes that he's usually quite proud of, it stands to reason that he doesn't like cleaning them up, and having to erase all of his work.
-Humans, hunters, and angels- Ivan has a very large grudge against almost every other race here is, but these three hold a special place in his non-existent heart, along with more than a few other demons, mainly the annoying ones, that think that they are all-powerful and can do anything they want.
-Those who ask him about his past- Ivan is not someone who is willing to share every little detail about his life with someone he trusts wholeheartedly, let alone with those he barely knows, so it isn't usually a good idea to pry into his life, unless you already know that Ivan has at least a tolerance of you.
Fears:
~Dying- Although technically he already is dead and therefore can't die yet again, he still doesn't like the thought of no longer existing, of just disappearing one day, and everyone forgetting that a demon named Ivan ever existed.
~Losing his scarf- As it is one of the last remainders he has of a time when he was once happy, he is a little bit terrified that something might happen to it.
~His dedushka- Ivan's dedushka, or grandfather, played a large role in Ivan's life and is one of the main reasons why Ivan is a demon and still around today.
History: Ivan has been around for a very, very, long time. More specifically, since the beginning of the third century, maybe a little bit before, he isn't sure because there wasn't a very accurate way to keep track of the years back then, unless you were living in one of the more civilized places of the time.
He was born sometime in the warm season, to a nomadic tribe far up in what is now northern Russia. Ivan was the shaman of the tribes second child and only boy, so he was expected to learn the art of shamanism from his father and eventually replace him.
Ivan had two sisters, one older and one younger, and he loved both of them dearly, enough to do everything he could in order for them to live happy and good lives. Their mother died of an infection a few years after his younger sister was born, so his older sister had to take over the duties their mother had held, mainly helping with cooking for he tribe, taking care of the sick and injured, and mending and making new clothes.
After their mother died, her father, Ivan and his siblings dedushka, began to live with them, in order to help out their father with coping with their mother's death.
While his sister did all that along with caring for their youngest sibling, and their grandfather made himself more of a nuisance then a help, Ivan learned the arts of shamanism from his father, learning how to get rid of malevolent spirits, control the weather, how to make sure their animals stayed healthy, and other useful things like that. At night though, their dedushka taught Ivan the lost magic, the dark magic that the tribe didn't know about, how to summon demons, make them do his biding, and how to get rid of them among other things.
When about twenty warm seasons had passed since Ivan's birth, and his older sister had been around for a few years longer, their father and grandfather decided that it was high time that she was married. They also tried to convince Ivan to marry, but he had no interest in doing so, and since he was male, and now a full adult of the tribe, they couldn't force him to. His sister however, was not as lucky, and soon enough she was married off to a friend of their dedushka's from another tribe, an old man who had been through five wives already.
Not long after his sister was married and Ivan had finished learning all there was to learn from his father and grandfather, did his younger sister find out just why their other siblings husband had been through five wives beforehand. He had formed a pack with a dark god, and Ivan's own grandfather, to sacrifice each wife he ever takes, in order for the both of them to receive power and remain living much longer then they should be.
Ivan was outraged at learning this and soon after confronted their grandfather about it, who didn't even bother trying to deny anything, instead telling Ivan that here was nothing he could do about it since the next night was the night of the sacrifice, and his sister's new location was two days ride away with a good horse. He also taunted Ivan, saying that his younger sister was going to be the next bride sacrificed, since she was as useless as his older sister.
Ivan felt like he could do nothing, storming out of the house and wandering the forest aimlessly for a few hours, before he remembered something his dedushka had taught him about the old ways a few years back, about making a deal with a dark spirit who will then do you a favor, in exchange for your soul after you die. Ivan knew that it was risky, but he was willing to do anything he had to in order to save his sisters from an eternity of torment as the dark god's playthings.
He took a deep breath, before summoning a demon using the ritual he had been taught by his grandfather. He told the demon that he needed his sister's husband and his grandfather killed tonight, no exceptions, and he sold his soul to get it done.
Ivan's dedushka, and his sister's husband were dead not long after.
His sister returned home to their tribe a few days later, now a widow, but much too happy about being back to even pretend to mourn the loss of her atrocious husband.
It was a few years after he saved his sisters and sold his soul that tragedy struck their village and their tribe. A deadly disease entered the village and there was nothing Ivan, nor the healer woman of the village could do about it, and soon enough the majority of their people were dead, killed by the mysterious disease. Ivan was out in the forest one night, searching for some herbs for the medicine woman to help a few of he newly infected people to relieve their pain a little, when he felt a chill go down his spine, and could feel the temperature drop to those of winter temperatures, instead of the warm summer one it was supposed to be. He slowly turned around, and came face to face with the darkly grinning spirit of his dedushka, who had been dead for years by then.
He told Ivan how he had been the cause of the disease and how he had so much more power now hen he ever had while alive it seemed. He then told Ivan that he was going to finally kill his sisters and then rest of the villagers, but leave Ivan alive to miserably wander he face of the earth until it was his time to die. Ivan threw a handful of salt at his former grandfather's face, before turning and running, intent on getting to his dedushka's bones in order to dispose of them properly and stop the eviler spirit he had become.
Ivan reached the small, but growing graveyard, frantically locating the place where his grandfather's body lay, before beginning to dig it up and quickly throwing salt over the body, before freezing as he heard a dark chuckle and realized that he was no longer alone. He turned around briefly to see his grandfather spirit behind him, and an axe coming his way as he dropped the lit stick of wood on his grandfathers body, before feeling an intense pain, and everything faded to black.
Ivan was in and out of consciousness for the next few weeks, hearing his sisters taking care of him, and learning that he had stopped his grandfather in time and the villagers that had still been alive, but sick, miraculously recovered from the phantom illness. He also realized that he could feel his life slipping away more and more from the wound in his chest that had gotten far too infected for him to survive. He gained coherency enough on the twelfth day to tell his sisters what their grandfather had done, and that he loved them, before falling into a deep, and painful sleep, his wound eventually getting the better of him and leeching out the last of his life.
The next few centuries are blurry for Ivan, who was taken to Hell after he died due to the deal he had made years prior in order to save his sisters. Here he endured unimaginable torture, eventually losing his humanity along the way and becoming a demon. Around the year 1078 he returned to the human world, where much had changed. He was never able to find out what had happened to his sisters though, as it seemed his tribe had moved on and become part of a larger village after the tragedy of the disease. He did wish that he knew, but there were much too many other interesting things going on in the world that got him distracted easily.
Years passed, and Ivan did whatever he felt like doing, he made deals with humans and stole their souls as payment, he and a few other demons, along with a very interesting fallen Angle he had met, caused the Black Death in Europe out of boredom, he helped to start wars, and manipulated people to his non-existent hearts content.
One of those people, or beings he should really say, was a Fallen Angel, by the name of Nikolai, who had pretty much lost his faith in God when he met Ivan in the late fourteenth century. Ivan decided to take advantage of the doubtful angel, telling him that, "If you no longer believe in God, then believe in me, as you can see, I am very, very, real." He gained himself a very loyal follower that day, something that he has used to his advantage often.
Soon enough though, it became the twentieth century, and the times had changed greatly, Ivan found himself having just as much fun in this new world though as he did in the one of centuries past, continuing to wreak havoc on the mortals, and on anyone or anything that angered him as well. He quite likes all of the new technology as well, and has become rather adept at using it, unlike Nikolai, and has grown to enjoy using things such as computers and cell phones a lot, although sometimes he does miss the simpler times he's lived through.
RP Sample:[/u]
(Excerpt from a very long vampire RP I did with Ammy))
Additional Information:
*Ivan has a bit of a bad habit of snooping through whatever catches his interest.
*He enjoys using a metal pipe as a weapon, because it smashes in heads rather easily.
*He's actually quite happy with the way that Nikolai believed him, and now works for him.
*Ivan always wears a scarf, no matter what temperature it is outside, or how weird it looks, he always wears one.
Player Alias: Queenie
Brief Introduction: I'm that one person who is likely to be always lurking on the cbox. Always. I can get pretty random, and expect bouts of OOCness from me every so often.
Player Country/State/Province: Ontario, Canada, but I stay up much later then I should, and occasionally get on early in the morning as well.
Did you read the rules?: Da, I did~!
Age: Vessel's age is 25
Race: Demon
Occupation: Doing whatever he feels like doing at the moment.
Appearance:
Personality: Ivan is one extremely messed up demon, he has been around for many, many years and has done many, many terrible things in his lifetime. He has a personal vendetta against most angles, demons, and hunters alike. Ivan does not trust easily, if at all, and those who betray his trust will have to face dire consequences. Ivan is a bit of a sadist and will not hesitate to cause pain to get information or whatever else it may be that he is out to gain. He is also a schizophrenic, and has a bit of a personality disorder stemming from all the years he's been alive. Sometimes he can be extremely nice and caring, and forget all about the evils he committed on the past, but other times he is incredibly sadistic, and cruel, and is likely to purposefully go out hunting for a fight and a chance to kill and spill an innocent's blood, and other times he can be a complete mish-mash of the two, nice, but willing to hurt others if need be.
Ivan is also extremely powerful, and there is not much that can stop him when he goes on one of his rampages where he will not hesitate to kill anything, or anyone he comes across.
Likes:
+Fighting- Ivan likes being able to prove that he is more powerful and has a bit of a sadistic fondness of beating up the less powerful demons, and any angel or hunter he can get his hands on.
+Sunflowers- They remind Ivan of the sun and if good times, back before he became a demon.
+Vodka- Ivan just has a bit of a liking of human alcohol, although he really isn't all too sure why, considering he really can't stand most humans.
+Being in control- Ivan likes being in control of everything, from other people's (or demons, or angels) actions, to making the rules for others to follow, he just likes to be the one in control.
+Cute things- Ivan has a soft spot for things he finds cute, even though most people would disagree that what Ivan thinks is cute, is cute, he doesn't care
+His scarf- He got his scarf many years ago, from a human girl whom he once loved, and it made him very happy, but then he found out that she was seeing another man, who was actually a hunter who was hunting Ivan. He felt so betrayed and killed them both in his fit of rage, and has held an even larger hatred of humans and hunters since then.
+Nikolai- As weird as it may sound, Ivan has grown a bit fond of the Fallen Angel that he met years ago, and he doesn't mind spending time with him that much any more.
Dislikes:
- The cold- Ivan has spent far too many years basking in the burning flames of Hell, and he has become accustomed to never having to deal with the cold. However, since it is colder on Earth, Ivan has a tendency to wear multiple layers of clothing to stay warm.
-Not being in control- Ivan likes to be the one in control, and when there is somebody trying to turn Ivan into a pawn of theirs, the results are never pretty to see, considering it usually ends up with a wall splattered with guts.
-When he seems weak- Ivan prides himself on being powerful and being next to unbeatable usually, so he does not take it very well when someone does something that makes him seem weak or feel like a fool.
-Cleaning up messes- Since Ivan is normally the one causing all sorts of trouble and creating messes that he's usually quite proud of, it stands to reason that he doesn't like cleaning them up, and having to erase all of his work.
-Humans, hunters, and angels- Ivan has a very large grudge against almost every other race here is, but these three hold a special place in his non-existent heart, along with more than a few other demons, mainly the annoying ones, that think that they are all-powerful and can do anything they want.
-Those who ask him about his past- Ivan is not someone who is willing to share every little detail about his life with someone he trusts wholeheartedly, let alone with those he barely knows, so it isn't usually a good idea to pry into his life, unless you already know that Ivan has at least a tolerance of you.
Fears:
~Dying- Although technically he already is dead and therefore can't die yet again, he still doesn't like the thought of no longer existing, of just disappearing one day, and everyone forgetting that a demon named Ivan ever existed.
~Losing his scarf- As it is one of the last remainders he has of a time when he was once happy, he is a little bit terrified that something might happen to it.
~His dedushka- Ivan's dedushka, or grandfather, played a large role in Ivan's life and is one of the main reasons why Ivan is a demon and still around today.
History: Ivan has been around for a very, very, long time. More specifically, since the beginning of the third century, maybe a little bit before, he isn't sure because there wasn't a very accurate way to keep track of the years back then, unless you were living in one of the more civilized places of the time.
He was born sometime in the warm season, to a nomadic tribe far up in what is now northern Russia. Ivan was the shaman of the tribes second child and only boy, so he was expected to learn the art of shamanism from his father and eventually replace him.
Ivan had two sisters, one older and one younger, and he loved both of them dearly, enough to do everything he could in order for them to live happy and good lives. Their mother died of an infection a few years after his younger sister was born, so his older sister had to take over the duties their mother had held, mainly helping with cooking for he tribe, taking care of the sick and injured, and mending and making new clothes.
After their mother died, her father, Ivan and his siblings dedushka, began to live with them, in order to help out their father with coping with their mother's death.
While his sister did all that along with caring for their youngest sibling, and their grandfather made himself more of a nuisance then a help, Ivan learned the arts of shamanism from his father, learning how to get rid of malevolent spirits, control the weather, how to make sure their animals stayed healthy, and other useful things like that. At night though, their dedushka taught Ivan the lost magic, the dark magic that the tribe didn't know about, how to summon demons, make them do his biding, and how to get rid of them among other things.
When about twenty warm seasons had passed since Ivan's birth, and his older sister had been around for a few years longer, their father and grandfather decided that it was high time that she was married. They also tried to convince Ivan to marry, but he had no interest in doing so, and since he was male, and now a full adult of the tribe, they couldn't force him to. His sister however, was not as lucky, and soon enough she was married off to a friend of their dedushka's from another tribe, an old man who had been through five wives already.
Not long after his sister was married and Ivan had finished learning all there was to learn from his father and grandfather, did his younger sister find out just why their other siblings husband had been through five wives beforehand. He had formed a pack with a dark god, and Ivan's own grandfather, to sacrifice each wife he ever takes, in order for the both of them to receive power and remain living much longer then they should be.
Ivan was outraged at learning this and soon after confronted their grandfather about it, who didn't even bother trying to deny anything, instead telling Ivan that here was nothing he could do about it since the next night was the night of the sacrifice, and his sister's new location was two days ride away with a good horse. He also taunted Ivan, saying that his younger sister was going to be the next bride sacrificed, since she was as useless as his older sister.
Ivan felt like he could do nothing, storming out of the house and wandering the forest aimlessly for a few hours, before he remembered something his dedushka had taught him about the old ways a few years back, about making a deal with a dark spirit who will then do you a favor, in exchange for your soul after you die. Ivan knew that it was risky, but he was willing to do anything he had to in order to save his sisters from an eternity of torment as the dark god's playthings.
He took a deep breath, before summoning a demon using the ritual he had been taught by his grandfather. He told the demon that he needed his sister's husband and his grandfather killed tonight, no exceptions, and he sold his soul to get it done.
Ivan's dedushka, and his sister's husband were dead not long after.
His sister returned home to their tribe a few days later, now a widow, but much too happy about being back to even pretend to mourn the loss of her atrocious husband.
It was a few years after he saved his sisters and sold his soul that tragedy struck their village and their tribe. A deadly disease entered the village and there was nothing Ivan, nor the healer woman of the village could do about it, and soon enough the majority of their people were dead, killed by the mysterious disease. Ivan was out in the forest one night, searching for some herbs for the medicine woman to help a few of he newly infected people to relieve their pain a little, when he felt a chill go down his spine, and could feel the temperature drop to those of winter temperatures, instead of the warm summer one it was supposed to be. He slowly turned around, and came face to face with the darkly grinning spirit of his dedushka, who had been dead for years by then.
He told Ivan how he had been the cause of the disease and how he had so much more power now hen he ever had while alive it seemed. He then told Ivan that he was going to finally kill his sisters and then rest of the villagers, but leave Ivan alive to miserably wander he face of the earth until it was his time to die. Ivan threw a handful of salt at his former grandfather's face, before turning and running, intent on getting to his dedushka's bones in order to dispose of them properly and stop the eviler spirit he had become.
Ivan reached the small, but growing graveyard, frantically locating the place where his grandfather's body lay, before beginning to dig it up and quickly throwing salt over the body, before freezing as he heard a dark chuckle and realized that he was no longer alone. He turned around briefly to see his grandfather spirit behind him, and an axe coming his way as he dropped the lit stick of wood on his grandfathers body, before feeling an intense pain, and everything faded to black.
Ivan was in and out of consciousness for the next few weeks, hearing his sisters taking care of him, and learning that he had stopped his grandfather in time and the villagers that had still been alive, but sick, miraculously recovered from the phantom illness. He also realized that he could feel his life slipping away more and more from the wound in his chest that had gotten far too infected for him to survive. He gained coherency enough on the twelfth day to tell his sisters what their grandfather had done, and that he loved them, before falling into a deep, and painful sleep, his wound eventually getting the better of him and leeching out the last of his life.
The next few centuries are blurry for Ivan, who was taken to Hell after he died due to the deal he had made years prior in order to save his sisters. Here he endured unimaginable torture, eventually losing his humanity along the way and becoming a demon. Around the year 1078 he returned to the human world, where much had changed. He was never able to find out what had happened to his sisters though, as it seemed his tribe had moved on and become part of a larger village after the tragedy of the disease. He did wish that he knew, but there were much too many other interesting things going on in the world that got him distracted easily.
Years passed, and Ivan did whatever he felt like doing, he made deals with humans and stole their souls as payment, he and a few other demons, along with a very interesting fallen Angle he had met, caused the Black Death in Europe out of boredom, he helped to start wars, and manipulated people to his non-existent hearts content.
One of those people, or beings he should really say, was a Fallen Angel, by the name of Nikolai, who had pretty much lost his faith in God when he met Ivan in the late fourteenth century. Ivan decided to take advantage of the doubtful angel, telling him that, "If you no longer believe in God, then believe in me, as you can see, I am very, very, real." He gained himself a very loyal follower that day, something that he has used to his advantage often.
Soon enough though, it became the twentieth century, and the times had changed greatly, Ivan found himself having just as much fun in this new world though as he did in the one of centuries past, continuing to wreak havoc on the mortals, and on anyone or anything that angered him as well. He quite likes all of the new technology as well, and has become rather adept at using it, unlike Nikolai, and has grown to enjoy using things such as computers and cell phones a lot, although sometimes he does miss the simpler times he's lived through.
RP Sample:[/u]
Ivan is 1563 years old and born in 448 changed in 468.
Ivan smirked as he followed the American. The blond was just so cute, especially when he didn't know that anybody else was around. Of course, that was the whole point of stalking his Fredka.
Alfred was patrolling on his own, as was his habit when he couldn't sleep. He was tired, sure, and maybe going out to look for vampires--by himself--while he was tired wasn't the smartest idea ever, sure. But, hey, details. He just needed something to do until his mind decided to let him sleep, was all. All was basically quiet, as far as he could tell. His senses were slightly muted because of lack of sleep, but whatever, he paid no mind to that. He probably wouldn't be out for much longer anyway--.... He frowned, pausing to look around. He felt like he was being followed...and there was no way he was ignoring that again. "Who's there?" He called out, hoping whoever it was would be generous enough to answer.
Ivan continued following his Fredka until the blond stopped, looking around as he frowned. He froze up a little when the blond asked who was there, debating whether or not to reveal himself to the young hunter. He finally decided that there wasn't any harm in it, it wasn't like the American had enough experience to bring a vampire as old as himself down. He stepped off the shadowy roof, landing in a crouch before the blond, before standing tall, smiling. "I am the one who is here, da?"
Alfred jumped slightly, taking a couple of steps back as Ivan landed in front of him. "What the fu--...it's you." His frown turned into a glare, and he brought his gun up so that it was pointed directly at Ivan's heart. He should've known it would be Ivan, he thought. "The fuck are you doing here?"
Ivan smiled as Fredka recognized him, especially since it had been awhile since the blond had last confronted him. He held in a sigh as the blond almost imdeiantly pulled out his gun. Moving much too fast for the human eye to see, he appeared behind the American, one arm around the blondes waist, and the other holding down the hand that held the gun. He giggled at the question, resting his head on Alfred's shoulder, mouth beside the blondes ear. "I'm following you of course Fredka." he answered, smiling.
Alfred shuddered noticeably, his cheeks going pink. "W-what the fuck?! Get off me!" He demanded, trying to struggle. He knew it was no use, seeing as how Ivan was a vampire and much stronger than Alfred himself, but hey, points for effort, right? "Why the hell are you following me?"
Ivan just held the smaller blond tighter as he struggled, closing his eyes as he smelled the mouthwatering scent coming off of the American. It was strange how good Fredka smelled to him, especially since nobody had ever smelled this good before. That was probably why he was keeping the blond alive, because he smelt so good, and had just so much life in him, and it would be such a shame to take that away. And because the blond amused him with his reactions so much. "I am following you Fredka, because you provide much entertainment for me, da?"
Alfred was not satisfied with that answer. "I'm not some court jester, you know. You can't just show up out of fucking nowhere and expect me to amuse you. Not only is it really freaking creepy, but I'm not gonna 'entertain' you!" At least, he wasn't going to entertain Ivan intentionally. He had to figure out what the hell the Russian found so amusing and stop doing it, he thought. Maybe then he would go away. Or kill you, his mind oh-so-helpfully supplied. He mentally told it to shut up.
Ivan giggled again at what Alfred said. Didn't the blond realize that no matter what he did, Ivan would find him so very entertaining, just because of who he was. "Of course you are not a court jester Fredka, none of them could ever match up to how entertaining you are, da? And as long as you are alive, you will amuse me Fredka, and there is nothing you can do about it, da?" Ivan held the blond even closer, breathing the blond's mesmerizing scent in. Nobody should smell this good, he thought as his arm's tightened around his Fredka, nobody.
Alfred shivered, trying to look back at Ivan with a mildly disturbed frown. "The hell are you...are you sniffing me?" He was. Ivan was holding him so close that Alfred was surprised he could even breathe, and he was sniffing him. As if that was the most normal thing to do in the world. "Okay, it's official. You are the creepiest motherfucker I have ever met. Let go of me!" Never mind that leaning against Ivan's chest was surprisingly comfortable, and never mind that his accent was sexy, and never mind that he was really quite attractive, and--he needed to stop.
Ivan sniffed Fredka again, debating whether he should answer the blond, or not. He was also having a bit of trouble reigning in his need to have a taste of the blondes blood. He smelt so good, and it had been a while, and-no! He couldn't. He couldn't hurt Fredka. He shuddered as he half heard the blonde speaking, trying to not hold him too tightly. He would have to go out of the city to hunt, since the American was wandering around this one, and he didn't want the blond to end up hurt. He bit his lip, tensing up, trying hard not to do something stupid.
Alfred studied him closely--or at least, as closely as he could, given that Ivan was holding him tightly from behind. "Dude, you okay?" He asked, frowning. He felt Ivan tensing up, and a thought occurred to him, making him freeze. "You...don't you dare bite me, you bastard!" He shouted, fearful of Ivan for the first time in a while. He'd seen that expresion on vampires' faces before, like they were trying to hold back from biting their victims. And there was no way in all of fucking Hell that Alfred was going to let Ivan bite him. He really didn't feel like dying right then, and he sure as hell didn't want to be like Ivan. "Let. Go. Of. Me."
Ivan was having a hard time holding back now. He didn't want to kill Fredka, but he smelt so good. No! He didn't want to hurt the blonde, no matter how tempting he was, he wouldn't do it. He wouldn't succumb to his own selfish desires that easily. He was stronger than that. He bit his lip even harder, drawing in a ragged breath he let go of the American. "Go now Fredka. Go home, go to bed, and do not go out again tonight, da?" He pushed the blond away from him a little.
Alfred blinked, taking a couple of seconds to stare, bewildered, up at Ivan. He opened his mouth--whether to reprimand him, yell, or question him, he wasn't really sure--but then closed it, deciding that it would be best for his own safety if he followed Ivan's orders. He scurried back to the cabin where his siblings (both, thankfully) slept, unaware of what had just happened, and rushed inside, closing the door (and, out of habit, locking it). He then jogged over to the window, peering out of it curiously, as if Ivan would still be there.
Ivan leaned against a tree, breathing hard. It had been more difficult than he had expected to send Alfred away. He closed his eyes, trying to recompose himself. Fuck, he really needed to hunt, but he had been unable to these past few days, and he knew it wasn't good for him. It was just, there had been no potential victim that he had really wanted, and, if he was honest to himself, it was because none of them would ever hold a candle to his Fredka. But, with how long it had been since he had last fed, he knew his brothers were surprised he hadn't either been completely consumed with bloodlust, or died yet. He knew that if he didn't feed soon though, it would only be a matter of time until he succumbed to the latter, as his will was much to strong for him to give into that primal need for blood. He stood up, blinking a little as that simple motion made him dizzy. That is not good, he thought. It seems that he would have to feed tonight then, whether he really wanted to, or not.
Alfred watched him closely, the corners of his mouth twitching downwards in another frown. Ivan was acting odd...and it looked as though he were dizzy. He must not be feeding much lately, he thought. The idea made him curious; as far as he knew, there wasn't really a lack of unsuspecting victims around. He didn't think there was any reason why Ivan wouldn't be feeding. He told himself he should be glad, though, because that meant that no one was meeting an untimely end via vampire. But a part of him was worried about Ivan, which, in turn, worried him. He hated vampires, so he was supposed to hate Ivan, not be concerned for his wellbeing, right? "What the fuck is wrong with me..." He asked himself, a sigh in his voice.
Ivan took a deep breath, eyes closed again, as he waited for the world to stop spining. He opened his eyes, and while it had stopped spinning, the edges of his sight were starting to get a little blurry. Yebat, he thought, maybe it's too late for me to feed. Maybe it is my time to die now. And strangely enough as he thought that, he was okay with it, seeing as he had just spent most of his last hour or so with his Fredka. He stumbled and fell to the ground, not realizing that he had been walking, he closed his eyes once more as black dots danced across his vision. It seemed that after a millenia and a half, his life would finally be over.
Alfred squeezed his hands into fists as he saw Ivan fall over, chewing on his lip as he tried to make a decision. He found that he really didn't want Ivan to die, actually, as surprising as that fact was to him. He didn't think he had time to question it, though, because clearly Ivan was in serious need of blood, and the only one nearby who was able to offer it at that precise moment was...Alfred. "Fuck." He muttered to himself, and he was out the door before he could second-guess himself, running toward the fallen Russian. "Ivan!"
Ivan smirked as he followed the American. The blond was just so cute, especially when he didn't know that anybody else was around. Of course, that was the whole point of stalking his Fredka.
Alfred was patrolling on his own, as was his habit when he couldn't sleep. He was tired, sure, and maybe going out to look for vampires--by himself--while he was tired wasn't the smartest idea ever, sure. But, hey, details. He just needed something to do until his mind decided to let him sleep, was all. All was basically quiet, as far as he could tell. His senses were slightly muted because of lack of sleep, but whatever, he paid no mind to that. He probably wouldn't be out for much longer anyway--.... He frowned, pausing to look around. He felt like he was being followed...and there was no way he was ignoring that again. "Who's there?" He called out, hoping whoever it was would be generous enough to answer.
Ivan continued following his Fredka until the blond stopped, looking around as he frowned. He froze up a little when the blond asked who was there, debating whether or not to reveal himself to the young hunter. He finally decided that there wasn't any harm in it, it wasn't like the American had enough experience to bring a vampire as old as himself down. He stepped off the shadowy roof, landing in a crouch before the blond, before standing tall, smiling. "I am the one who is here, da?"
Alfred jumped slightly, taking a couple of steps back as Ivan landed in front of him. "What the fu--...it's you." His frown turned into a glare, and he brought his gun up so that it was pointed directly at Ivan's heart. He should've known it would be Ivan, he thought. "The fuck are you doing here?"
Ivan smiled as Fredka recognized him, especially since it had been awhile since the blond had last confronted him. He held in a sigh as the blond almost imdeiantly pulled out his gun. Moving much too fast for the human eye to see, he appeared behind the American, one arm around the blondes waist, and the other holding down the hand that held the gun. He giggled at the question, resting his head on Alfred's shoulder, mouth beside the blondes ear. "I'm following you of course Fredka." he answered, smiling.
Alfred shuddered noticeably, his cheeks going pink. "W-what the fuck?! Get off me!" He demanded, trying to struggle. He knew it was no use, seeing as how Ivan was a vampire and much stronger than Alfred himself, but hey, points for effort, right? "Why the hell are you following me?"
Ivan just held the smaller blond tighter as he struggled, closing his eyes as he smelled the mouthwatering scent coming off of the American. It was strange how good Fredka smelled to him, especially since nobody had ever smelled this good before. That was probably why he was keeping the blond alive, because he smelt so good, and had just so much life in him, and it would be such a shame to take that away. And because the blond amused him with his reactions so much. "I am following you Fredka, because you provide much entertainment for me, da?"
Alfred was not satisfied with that answer. "I'm not some court jester, you know. You can't just show up out of fucking nowhere and expect me to amuse you. Not only is it really freaking creepy, but I'm not gonna 'entertain' you!" At least, he wasn't going to entertain Ivan intentionally. He had to figure out what the hell the Russian found so amusing and stop doing it, he thought. Maybe then he would go away. Or kill you, his mind oh-so-helpfully supplied. He mentally told it to shut up.
Ivan giggled again at what Alfred said. Didn't the blond realize that no matter what he did, Ivan would find him so very entertaining, just because of who he was. "Of course you are not a court jester Fredka, none of them could ever match up to how entertaining you are, da? And as long as you are alive, you will amuse me Fredka, and there is nothing you can do about it, da?" Ivan held the blond even closer, breathing the blond's mesmerizing scent in. Nobody should smell this good, he thought as his arm's tightened around his Fredka, nobody.
Alfred shivered, trying to look back at Ivan with a mildly disturbed frown. "The hell are you...are you sniffing me?" He was. Ivan was holding him so close that Alfred was surprised he could even breathe, and he was sniffing him. As if that was the most normal thing to do in the world. "Okay, it's official. You are the creepiest motherfucker I have ever met. Let go of me!" Never mind that leaning against Ivan's chest was surprisingly comfortable, and never mind that his accent was sexy, and never mind that he was really quite attractive, and--he needed to stop.
Ivan sniffed Fredka again, debating whether he should answer the blond, or not. He was also having a bit of trouble reigning in his need to have a taste of the blondes blood. He smelt so good, and it had been a while, and-no! He couldn't. He couldn't hurt Fredka. He shuddered as he half heard the blonde speaking, trying to not hold him too tightly. He would have to go out of the city to hunt, since the American was wandering around this one, and he didn't want the blond to end up hurt. He bit his lip, tensing up, trying hard not to do something stupid.
Alfred studied him closely--or at least, as closely as he could, given that Ivan was holding him tightly from behind. "Dude, you okay?" He asked, frowning. He felt Ivan tensing up, and a thought occurred to him, making him freeze. "You...don't you dare bite me, you bastard!" He shouted, fearful of Ivan for the first time in a while. He'd seen that expresion on vampires' faces before, like they were trying to hold back from biting their victims. And there was no way in all of fucking Hell that Alfred was going to let Ivan bite him. He really didn't feel like dying right then, and he sure as hell didn't want to be like Ivan. "Let. Go. Of. Me."
Ivan was having a hard time holding back now. He didn't want to kill Fredka, but he smelt so good. No! He didn't want to hurt the blonde, no matter how tempting he was, he wouldn't do it. He wouldn't succumb to his own selfish desires that easily. He was stronger than that. He bit his lip even harder, drawing in a ragged breath he let go of the American. "Go now Fredka. Go home, go to bed, and do not go out again tonight, da?" He pushed the blond away from him a little.
Alfred blinked, taking a couple of seconds to stare, bewildered, up at Ivan. He opened his mouth--whether to reprimand him, yell, or question him, he wasn't really sure--but then closed it, deciding that it would be best for his own safety if he followed Ivan's orders. He scurried back to the cabin where his siblings (both, thankfully) slept, unaware of what had just happened, and rushed inside, closing the door (and, out of habit, locking it). He then jogged over to the window, peering out of it curiously, as if Ivan would still be there.
Ivan leaned against a tree, breathing hard. It had been more difficult than he had expected to send Alfred away. He closed his eyes, trying to recompose himself. Fuck, he really needed to hunt, but he had been unable to these past few days, and he knew it wasn't good for him. It was just, there had been no potential victim that he had really wanted, and, if he was honest to himself, it was because none of them would ever hold a candle to his Fredka. But, with how long it had been since he had last fed, he knew his brothers were surprised he hadn't either been completely consumed with bloodlust, or died yet. He knew that if he didn't feed soon though, it would only be a matter of time until he succumbed to the latter, as his will was much to strong for him to give into that primal need for blood. He stood up, blinking a little as that simple motion made him dizzy. That is not good, he thought. It seems that he would have to feed tonight then, whether he really wanted to, or not.
Alfred watched him closely, the corners of his mouth twitching downwards in another frown. Ivan was acting odd...and it looked as though he were dizzy. He must not be feeding much lately, he thought. The idea made him curious; as far as he knew, there wasn't really a lack of unsuspecting victims around. He didn't think there was any reason why Ivan wouldn't be feeding. He told himself he should be glad, though, because that meant that no one was meeting an untimely end via vampire. But a part of him was worried about Ivan, which, in turn, worried him. He hated vampires, so he was supposed to hate Ivan, not be concerned for his wellbeing, right? "What the fuck is wrong with me..." He asked himself, a sigh in his voice.
Ivan took a deep breath, eyes closed again, as he waited for the world to stop spining. He opened his eyes, and while it had stopped spinning, the edges of his sight were starting to get a little blurry. Yebat, he thought, maybe it's too late for me to feed. Maybe it is my time to die now. And strangely enough as he thought that, he was okay with it, seeing as he had just spent most of his last hour or so with his Fredka. He stumbled and fell to the ground, not realizing that he had been walking, he closed his eyes once more as black dots danced across his vision. It seemed that after a millenia and a half, his life would finally be over.
Alfred squeezed his hands into fists as he saw Ivan fall over, chewing on his lip as he tried to make a decision. He found that he really didn't want Ivan to die, actually, as surprising as that fact was to him. He didn't think he had time to question it, though, because clearly Ivan was in serious need of blood, and the only one nearby who was able to offer it at that precise moment was...Alfred. "Fuck." He muttered to himself, and he was out the door before he could second-guess himself, running toward the fallen Russian. "Ivan!"
(Excerpt from a very long vampire RP I did with Ammy))
Additional Information:
*Ivan has a bit of a bad habit of snooping through whatever catches his interest.
*He enjoys using a metal pipe as a weapon, because it smashes in heads rather easily.
*He's actually quite happy with the way that Nikolai believed him, and now works for him.
*Ivan always wears a scarf, no matter what temperature it is outside, or how weird it looks, he always wears one.
Player Alias: Queenie
Brief Introduction: I'm that one person who is likely to be always lurking on the cbox. Always. I can get pretty random, and expect bouts of OOCness from me every so often.
Player Country/State/Province: Ontario, Canada, but I stay up much later then I should, and occasionally get on early in the morning as well.
Did you read the rules?: Da, I did~!
