Post by Ivan Alexander Kamenkovich on May 23, 2011 10:36:42 GMT -5
••Ivan Alexander Kamenkovich
Shy, Understanding, Smart
[/COLOR]Shy, Understanding, Smart
••THE BASICS
NAME. Ivan Alexander Kamenkovich[/size]
GENDER. Male[/size]
AGE. eighteen[/size]
NATIONALITY. Russian[/size]
PLAY BY. Brandon Beemer[/size]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION.
Straight[/size]
GRADE. Junior[/size]
••LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER
APEARANCE.
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He is just an average Russian but with some complications. He has a few scars around his neck that he doesn't like to talk about because of his past. He has brown hair and brown eyes with a bit of a tan. He seems emotionally secure but looks can be deceiving. His short hair is fairly well groomed but he forgets sometimes. He wears plain t-shirts and jeans. Although he seems normal he is but he is to himself and tries to stay out of the picture.
When he is in sticky situations he just slinks down and becomes dead quiet, and whatever punishment he takes, He takes with honor and stays quiet, regardless of the pain.
PERSONALITY.
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Ivan is very, and do i mean very quiet. He sticks to sticking around by himself but he's trying to become more of a people person. As mentioned above he is very shy and quiet. He sticks to taking whatever punishment comes and never fights back unless someone really really pissed him off. He is quiet and understanding, but just because he is quiet and to himself doesnt mean he wants to be a loner, he is just too shy.
You just have to open his outside shell and he opens up fairly well.
HISTORY.
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People noticed something was wrong with Ivan when he started to disappear into thin air when his parents weren't looking. They would search helplessly as they heard him giggling. His early life was full of doctor visits and frowns. No one accepted him into the community, no matter how hard he tried. The doctors couldn't explain why Ivan was so good at hiding. One day when Ivan became older as a pre-teen his parents gave up on him, and left him on the curb.
His life turned into a downward spiral as he entered a world of gang violence and mafia work. He was later made into a hitman, doing his Don's dirty work. Ivan was considered most wanted by the Russian National Police (Spetsnaz) at the age of 16. And they finally caught up with him when he was asleep in an alley. Ivan is still puzzled how they found him in that small alley.
He spent a year in prison, being bailed out by an anonymous person. Ivan went on a small quest to find this human, finding out that it was a recruiter for an academy that he'd never heard of. He literally had no where else to go, so he packed his belongings and left to now his new home; Alexandria Academy. He is still quiet and shy about his horrible past and he mainly focuses on fitting in. He entered the academy with no earlier grades in his high school, he is entering as a junior
LIKES.
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- Acceptance
- Being cared about
- Not being used for his unique talent
- Having support
- Being picked on
DISLIKES.[/size]
- Being used
- Being ignored for one of the few moments he actually speaks up
- Judging him on his outer personality
- Being picked on
- Talking about his troubled past
STRENGTHS.[/size]
- Very supportive
- Smart
- Kind
- Honorable
- Hard to upset
WEAKNESSES.[/size]
- Not the best people person
- Very shy
- Being quite emotional when remembering his past
- Gets jealous easily
- Has suicidal thoughts
FEARS.[/size]
- Being forgotten
- Getting stood up
GOALS.[/size]
- Being accepted
- Graduating
POWER.[/size]
Inivisibility
Invisibility that is full and near perfection after years of honing it. This allowed him to be so successful in his young crime life. But a warning that he is turning invisible is he starts to breathe very heavily. This prepares his heart to pump a special hormone, which after a few moments makes all parts in contact become transparent, and after a minute, invisible. This power lasts quite shortly, about 3 hours, and it becomes weaker after the second hour, making him turn transparent and with his outline showing. He can also return to normal earlier if he or someone knocks the air out of him. Or he stops breathing for a short amount of time.
••BEHIND THE MASK
ALIAS. Peter[/size]
AGE. 21[/size]
GENDER. male[/size]
TIME ZONE. Eastern Standard Time[/size]
HOW YOU FOUND US.Caution to the Wind[/size]
OTHER CHARACTERS. none[/size]
•• ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Peter was a bit upset when him and Nadia split from the main group. He wandered the empty and quiet streets of San Fran looking for a good house to camp out at. He had his trusty 47 with him, he made some adjustments to it. He taped two magazines together using left over duck tape. He then painted his rifle jet black just for looks. After all he hated the bland unpolished wood of the gun. Although he wasnt much of an artist all he needed was some spray paint and a few hours of boredom on the island. He could still smell the paint fumes coming off the rifle. Hopefully zombies didnt like the smell of fresh paint, humans dont. He looked at the sun seeing about an hour giving himself 10 minutes either way. He slid his backpack off and took his two night vision goggles out. He put one on his helmet and attached it fairly flumlsy. He then offered one quietly to his teamate and nodded in approval. He didnt feel like talking much during situations like this. This wasnt his specialty. Sure he trained in special forces tatics and ground movements, breaching, all the fun stuff. But he decided to take an addition sniper corse because of his love with long range shots. But his old training was clicking in his head. He knew the brain capacity of these "things" he turned his head on possible ambush spots seeing if they were actually thinking of ambushing them two. He lowered his weapon and felt his left side for his ballistic knife. To himself he felt he was the most well equipped of the soliders on Grims Row. He felt himself zone out into his own mind. As he covered Nadia walked a few paces behind. He didnt feel like leading, ever time he did something bad happened. He shrugged his train of thought off as he saw bullet casings laying on the ground and skeletons with weapons and deformed zombie corpses.
He shivered in his thought of a warzone that happened here. He squatted examining the bullets that were unused, Perfect mid caliber bullets and some .50's for his sniper. He chuckled to himself as he kicked a zombies corpse. He jogged softly back to his backup distance to Nadia. He heard Nadia again seemingly ranting he chuckled to himself as he found a decent apartment to spend the night. He felt like he was in his territory now. He walked towards the door, just like clearing a room of terrorists. Although the terrorists now were bastards with no mind. He stood about a foot from the door examining the aging hindges. He turned his head to Nadia "Im going in." He turned his back to the door and lifted his right foot, Bending it for preperation. He grunted softly as he pushed his strong leg forward and knocked the door down. He probably startled something as he heard some movement. Although he believed in chiviraly he decided to go in first, He cleared the first floor of the small two story apartment room. He called out to Nadia as darkness approached ever so slowly. "Come on in, its clear." But just as he said it a bastard jumped down on Peter and he grunted as he fought the bastard. It started clawinging at him so he slid his ballistic knife out from his side and smiled as the force of the gas powered blade ripped through the asses chest and silenced it. He rolled the beast off his chest as the blood started pouring and its last blood chilling groan. He got a bit of blood on his shirt and he shivered quite loudly as he thought of someone esles blood on his body. He then climbed the to the second floor and cleared it as well. He then saw two sleeping bags that were empty. He smiled to himself thinking to himself he would be sleeping on something. He then noticed that this place seemed abandoned. He felt a bit of hope as the darkness set in. "Ill get first watch." He spoke to Nadia quite loudly and with his accent piercing the damp air.
