Post by Ivan Braginski on Aug 20, 2010 21:20:33 GMT -5
Because I just remembered I had this laying around. (Is Greece, btw)
Character Information
Character name: Ivan Braginski
Nation: Russia
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance
Height: 6 ft
Hair/eyes: Blond and blue/violet eyed. Eye colour changes depending on his mood.
Notable Features: No matter how hot it gets, he always has that cream coloured scarf around his neck.
Personality:
Ivan is simple person, aware he's capable of good, just as he's capable of doing horrible things. He likes to think he has good intentions behind his motives, and works hard in his endeavours.
Ivan is an alcoholic. He doesn't drink to the point he's drunk though. Ivan drinks for the buzz that mellows his temper, and coats everything with a shade of pleasantness, that allows him to keep a smile on his face. Although it's taking more and more vodka over time to get to that point.
This means his judgement is impaired, and his decisions aren't always the best. Nor does he follow the proper impulses; like the one time he jumped out the window of a five story apartment, simply to get away from Natalya. The influence of vodka also loosens his tongue, so Ivan speaks his mind bluntly.
Although he used to be quite physically violent in the past, he's now more subtle about it. Mind games are a good past time.
Ivan is a bit of a sociopath.
Mythology
Baba Yaga
Animals with the ability of speech and human personalities.
Magic carpets (strangely enough)
General Winter/Father Frost/ Old Man Winter
A lot of Russian myths and folklore seems to stem from Slavic lore and myth. There's a small pantheon, with a handful of gods. Most of it about heroes, and prophetic messages from animals, that aid the protagonists of the stories. Although the message to treat others well, and to be kind, seems to be a predominant moral.
There's also a bunch of superstitions about newborns and how to drink spirits. And that sneezing while you're talking means you're saying the truth.
Sample Post
Working outside in his garden, tending to his yearly plants, Ivan hummed the tune of the last ballet recital he'd attended. He'd shed his coat, for the weather was hot and dry, odd for his country. The scarf his sister had knitted him, sat loosely around his neck and shoulders.
Checking the soil for weeds, the man smiled happily when he saw none. He bent and grabbed the bottle of vodka he'd taken out with him, and drank from the bottle, admiring the plants. Some were taking the poorly to the hot weather, and although Ivan still cared for them, he thought he wouldn't plant those next summer.
Pleased with that thought, he walked back towards his house and to the sunflower plot, next to the door. He looked at the flowers, and thought they were doing poorly too. He stared, not sure how he should feel and drank. Gently he brushed his fingers through the petals of one, plucking out a wilting orange-yellow piece.
“I can always grow you again next summer,” he murmured, and smiled. Sunflowers were the only thing he planted every year without fail, no matter how many times they died.
Crushing the wilted petal in his hand, he let it drop to the ground. Taking a last swig from his bottle, emptying it, Ivan entered his house. He should call that capitalist American, and discuss this training exercise they'd been convinced to do.
Other Important Notes
Ivan has garden in the summer he likes to take care of. He enjoys hockey, dancing, ballet and figure skating. Bad things happen to those who take away his vodka.
Character Information
Character name: Ivan Braginski
Nation: Russia
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance
Height: 6 ft
Hair/eyes: Blond and blue/violet eyed. Eye colour changes depending on his mood.
Notable Features: No matter how hot it gets, he always has that cream coloured scarf around his neck.
Personality:
Ivan is simple person, aware he's capable of good, just as he's capable of doing horrible things. He likes to think he has good intentions behind his motives, and works hard in his endeavours.
Ivan is an alcoholic. He doesn't drink to the point he's drunk though. Ivan drinks for the buzz that mellows his temper, and coats everything with a shade of pleasantness, that allows him to keep a smile on his face. Although it's taking more and more vodka over time to get to that point.
This means his judgement is impaired, and his decisions aren't always the best. Nor does he follow the proper impulses; like the one time he jumped out the window of a five story apartment, simply to get away from Natalya. The influence of vodka also loosens his tongue, so Ivan speaks his mind bluntly.
Although he used to be quite physically violent in the past, he's now more subtle about it. Mind games are a good past time.
Ivan is a bit of a sociopath.
Mythology
Baba Yaga
Animals with the ability of speech and human personalities.
Magic carpets (strangely enough)
General Winter/Father Frost/ Old Man Winter
A lot of Russian myths and folklore seems to stem from Slavic lore and myth. There's a small pantheon, with a handful of gods. Most of it about heroes, and prophetic messages from animals, that aid the protagonists of the stories. Although the message to treat others well, and to be kind, seems to be a predominant moral.
There's also a bunch of superstitions about newborns and how to drink spirits. And that sneezing while you're talking means you're saying the truth.
Sample Post
Working outside in his garden, tending to his yearly plants, Ivan hummed the tune of the last ballet recital he'd attended. He'd shed his coat, for the weather was hot and dry, odd for his country. The scarf his sister had knitted him, sat loosely around his neck and shoulders.
Checking the soil for weeds, the man smiled happily when he saw none. He bent and grabbed the bottle of vodka he'd taken out with him, and drank from the bottle, admiring the plants. Some were taking the poorly to the hot weather, and although Ivan still cared for them, he thought he wouldn't plant those next summer.
Pleased with that thought, he walked back towards his house and to the sunflower plot, next to the door. He looked at the flowers, and thought they were doing poorly too. He stared, not sure how he should feel and drank. Gently he brushed his fingers through the petals of one, plucking out a wilting orange-yellow piece.
“I can always grow you again next summer,” he murmured, and smiled. Sunflowers were the only thing he planted every year without fail, no matter how many times they died.
Crushing the wilted petal in his hand, he let it drop to the ground. Taking a last swig from his bottle, emptying it, Ivan entered his house. He should call that capitalist American, and discuss this training exercise they'd been convinced to do.
Other Important Notes
Ivan has garden in the summer he likes to take care of. He enjoys hockey, dancing, ballet and figure skating. Bad things happen to those who take away his vodka.
