Post by Vladislav Varrenikov on Apr 20, 2013 15:50:40 GMT -5
Vladislav Vanya Varrenikov
Out of Character
Alias:Puck
Age: old
Gender:berdache
RP Experience: multiple years
How Did You Find Us?:CHB
Activity Level: A few times a week
Other Characters: Babylon Delgado, Amadi and Isoba Dumisani
Keyword in Rules: Verified by Ana
RP Sample:Out of the cage, but still on a leash. It wasn't freedom, but it was a good deal closer. His hand closed around the hilts of the twin broadswords on his waist. They weren't guns, but at least they were a weapon he knew how to wield. In an objective sense, he couldn't say he was impressed by the decision of the powers that be to send an untested new recruit who had thus far proven insolent, volatile and unpredictable. At best, they could only assume that he wouldn't be particularly helpful. At worst, he could actively sabotage their mission. From what he'd been briefed on about this particular mission, it wasn't even trying to get supplies or a weapon, something inanimate, but was about saving a life.
Then again, he reflected, it didn't seem as though they were very concerned about individuals. At least, not individuals that weren't personally important to them. His grip on the hilts tightened slightly, it was no matter. This wasn't about them, and it wasn't about revenge, it was about the girl they were supposed to rescue. He wasn't going to screw it up, not unless she gave him reason to. He couldn't trust these two not to do something stupid, anyways. They might have been at camp long, they probably went on quests before, but he was reserving judgement until he saw them in action.
Amadi rolled his eyes as Phoenix made his demands. Oh yes, he was being glared at how terrifying. He didn't remark on that he knew not to look her in the eyes, he wasn't stupid. Ever since he arrived he had been reading Greek mythology, briefing himself on any knowledge he could to properly function in this new world. At least until he could escape. He raised an eyebrow at Phoenix's attempt at a quip, but decided it wasn't worth a response. Allowing Phoenix to ramble on longer, he waited until the older boy went over the plan again.
"Not a kid, shove it up your ass."Were his parting words. His hand stayed on the hilt as he edged around towards the back of the shop. Never go in through the front door was just a basic rule of common sense. The air was cool, making him grateful for the dark grey jacket he was wearing. It was a thin thing, more of a windbreaker really and rather fitted so no loose sleeves would cost him the advantage. He wasn't sure where the others were, and he didn't really care. Coming close to the edge of the house, he pulled a small mirror out of his pocket, using it to check around the corner. Rows of statues that had once been people. He pulled his hood up, glad that the color would disguise him somewhat amongst the corpses, and crept forward, trying to find any signs of life demigod or otherwise. The cement he was walking on gave way to grass, and he could see a walkway. Moving from statue to statue, he crept forward, pausing only when he saw another living person. A female. He paused. This could either be the girl they were rescuing, or the monster they were sent to fight.
It was a pity, really. He had no ill-will towards Medusa. Or at least, none that wasn't also shared with the gods. It was them, after all, that had created her. An ill-fated tryst with Poseidon and the wrath of Athena had created a mess for their offspring to clean up. His eyes narrowed. The gods didn't deserve the power they wielded.
General Information
Full Name: Vladislav Vanya Varrenikov
Gender: Boy
Birthday: 28/April/1999
Age: 14
Camp Experience: Just arrived
Sexual Orientation: unknown
Claim Status: unclaimed
Divine Parent: Hades.
Looks
Hair: Short poofy and curly
Eyes: brown eyes
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 130 Lbs.
Picture: Click
Playby: Jaden Smith
Dressing Style: Pretty up to date with the latest fashion. Somewhat a mix between a hipster and a bro. Baseball caps, clothes with weird patterns, Vlad also knows how to accessorize. It's clear from looking at him that he puts thought into how he looks. Tight pants, sometimes jackets with studs. He's not there to blend in with the crowd, he looks fresh and he wants to be noticed.
General Appearance: Vlad's there to have a good time. Usually smiling or dancing around. He's not very quiet, he likes to party and have fun with his friends, and it's clear from the bounce in his step and the laugh in his eyes.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description:
"Well one time in Russia I was trapped in a blizzard when a grizzly bear attacked me. We feasted for a week on it's meat." Vladislav likes to exaggerate. Usually jovially, in a way where it clearly isn't meant to be taken seriously but meant to make you wonder which parts exactly were true. Vladislav doesn't mind when some tales of his past are treated as if they were fabrications. Stories, after all, are meant to entertain an audience. If it gets anything besides an apathetic face, especially if it gets any sort of smile, the tale was a success.
Vladislav is proud of his Russian heritage. He doesn't even mind when people seem confused by it. Yes, he's black. Yes, there are black people in Russia. He should know, he used to visit them every summer, and now that better be changing to every winter vacation. He loves his family, and can't imagine the thought of life without them. Vladislav has yet to hit the point where family is embarrassing, he'll usually choose his grandfather or other family members over his friends. If he hits that age, so be it, he'll travel through that phase, but if he doesn't hit that phase he's fine. Friends come and go, but family is forever.
Vladislav isn't easy to anger. He's self-confident, self-assured, and generally way more comfortable with himself than any young teenage boy has a right to be. Other than that, though, the way to anger him is pretty much the same way to anger any other teenager. Insult his friends. He'll jump to their defense like a guard dog because he has visions of himself as someone's white knight in shining armor, here to protect others from harm and hurt feelings. He's a bad judge of his own skill, often thinking he's tougher than he is and getting his tiny buttocks handed to him.
Drinking. It's not something he does near as often as he let's people think. But he feels the need to defend Vodka for it's the drink of his fathers (metaphorically) even if he likes rum better. If offered any alcohol, though, he'll probably politely decline, preferring to remember the night. Not that he cares if anyone else drinks, he just has low tolerance. When he's stressed enough, though, he's not above going to the liquor cabinet.
Card counting. Vladislav will deny claims he's a genius. He's not. He's just really, really good with numbers. And if that skill happens to help him when gambling, well, he's certainly too young to eeeevvverrr exploit that. It's a good thing he's not yet been to the Lotus Casino, basically. It's a skill he inherited from his mother.
Likes:
Hunting
Snowboarding
Dancing
Hanging with friends
Hockey
Parkour
Gambling
Drinking
Dislikes:
Doing homework
English Class
Sitting still
Being scolded
Stuck up people
Being serious
Fears:
Getting caught card counting
Doing so bad in class he fails the class
Being friendless
Secrets: The card counting. It's not something he tells anyone about.
Ambitions:
Go to Vegas and make it big.
Backpack across Europe, party style.
Powers:
Geokinesis
Sense death.
Family and History
Personal History:
Inna was a young mathematical hotshot who loved to flirt with death both literally and physically. Even knowing her father had once been a KGB officer-turned-criminal-turned-"bitch" that hadn't been enough to stop her from trying to live in the heat of the moment. Inna had a gift, a mathematical gift, and-- after her father had successfully gone into hiding from the mafya and started his own laundr-o=mat-- was using it to live the high life. Literally...well...she found herself attracted to a dark haired youth about her own age she continuously ran into in Vegas. A dark haired man in a dark suit with a serious expression who seemed more attracted to the part of her that went ziplining and spelunking rather than her money. Not that Inna cared, life was short, after all. One fateful night later, and she found herself with child. The dark haired man didn't show up after that, not that Inna minded. She couldn't even remember his name. What mattered most was the next greatest risk, no matter what Boris said.
It was during a time when Boris was babysitting Vladislav that Inna passed away. It was a wingsuit accident, a misjudgement of velocity combined with a rock collision. Tragedy, really, and thank god Vladislav wasn't even a year old at the time or it could have really messed him up emotionally. As it was, though, there was a funeral, Vladislav cried and all in all he knows Inna loved him very much and he is sure to keep her in his thoughts sometimes as a tribute.
Growing up with Boris was just fine, as far as Vladislav was concerned. The prison tats his grandfather sported all over his body was just more proof of his awesome heritage, and every summer Vladislav and Boris would go to Russia to visit the family Boris had left behind and the children who had moved to the homeland. Vladislav was a typical boy, more concerned with friends and girls than homework, even if he was just one of those kids with a nearly photographic memory and a sponge for a brain who got straight As without even trying. Still, Vladislav would rather be out running around with his friends then puzzling over a science experiment. He tended to rush his schoolwork as much as possible to spend time with friends generally getting up into tomfoolery or playing sports or, his preferred sport, going on the family hunting trips with his grandfather and cousins.
All in all, both Vladislav and his grandfather thought he was a more or less normal child, right up until Vladislav was attacked by a sphynx. He managed to fight it off with the help of a water spirit, who explained to both Vladislav and his grandfather about his heritage as a demigod.
Mortal Parent: Inna Varrenikov (Dead)
Other Family:
Boris Varrenikov (grandfather)
And Finally...
I, Puck, have made this entirely up. I did not rip somebody else’s application from any site, and have followed the rules accordingly.
And…? Perhaps
