Post by Ivan Braginski on Apr 6, 2012 21:55:59 GMT -5
IVAN BRAGINSKI
FULL NAME HERE Ivan Braginski
NICKNAMES Just call him Ivan. Vanya, Russkii, and that damn Russian are likely to get you a pair of matching black eyes.
GENDERMale
AGE 17
GRADE Twelve
ETHNICITY Russian
SPECIALTY Intimidation and brute force.
Ivan is 6'2", and big boned, which means that he has a very large stature and he usually has a rather scary aura around him, that often scares people away from him and makes them want to have nothing to do with him. He is also very strong and is capable of doing things not many people are able to do, such as breaking down doors with ease, holding people down, and making sure that no one ever gets in his way. As large as he is though, Ivan makes a very deadly fighter, and does not usually show mercy to those who annoy him.
YOUR CHARACTER'S LIKES Sunflowers- They are his favourite flower and remind him of the warm sunny days that he loves.
Vodka- As a Russian he is used to drinking vodka with pretty much all of his meals, and whenever he feels like it. That no alcohol on campus rule? He's never followed it even once.
Fighting- It helps Ivan to release all of his stress and anger, so it's not a big surprise that he loves to fight. Plus he just sort of likes beating people up.
Warm places- Ivan is extremely fond of them, as they are so much different from the cold of Russia, which is why he's glad that the island where the school is located is in a place where it's almost always warm.
Winning- While he may not be a sore loser, Ivan does prefer to win, it was just how he was raised.
Being around people- Ivan isn't very fond of being alone, so it comes as no surprise that he would rather be in a large crowd of people then on his own.
YOUR CHARACTER'S DISLIKES The cold- While Ivan may be Russian and used to the extreme cold temperatures there, that doesn't mean that he likes the cold, he much prefers the warmth over the cold any day.
Silence- He isn't quite sure why but silence bothers him, and not just those unavoidable awkward silences that happen. He just really dislikes it when it's quiet, even though it is easier to sneak up on people when he's quiet.
Running out of vodka- Ivan is Russian and a big fan of his vodka, so it only makes sense that he doesn't like to run out of it.
His grandfather- Ivan's grandfathers the one that raised him and pretty much pressured him into accepting the offer to join the academy, and to eventually becoming a шпион (shpion), a spy, much like his grandfather used to be for the Soviet Union back in those days.
People bothering him- Ivan finds it extremely annoying when people won't leave him alone to get his work done or to think.
When his sunflowers die- Ivan always keeps at least one vase of sunflowers in his room at all times, nobody knows quite where he gets them but him, and he always hates when they finally die on him and he needs to get more.
FEARS Ivan is scared of silence. He isn't quite sure why, he figures it'll eventually turn out to be yet another problem caused by his childhood, but it just sort of freaks him out, which is why he can usually be found in either a loud place, or humming and sometimes talking to himself out loud.
Ivan is also scared of losing his scarf. It is one of his most precious possessions and he would not hesitate to kill someone to get it back, which might freak out some people, but since it is one of the last things he has to remember his mother by, he doesn't care about what people may think.
QUIRKS/ODDITIES Ivan always wears his scarf, no matter what the temperature is outside, he is always wearing the exact same scarf that he got from his mother when he was young, before she and his father died.
Ivan has a bit of a habit of talking to himself, usually just under his breath and when no one is around, but he does occasionally talk to himself loud enough to be heard by others, which usually earns him some pretty weird looks.
Ivan also has a tendency to use a metal water pipe, with the faucet still attached, as his weapon of choice. While it may look silly to some people, those that have insulted him about it, usually end up unable to speak about their encounter with him ever again.
OVERALL PERSONALITY Ivan at first glance looks to be a rather intimidating, scary looking Russian. However, he really isn't all that bad. While Ivan may look mean, he isn't usually mean on purpose, he has a sort of childlike innocence to him, that most people don't take the time to realize.
Ivan loves sunflowers and warm places, because they are so different from he harsh coldness that he was in by his grandfather, who really doesn't seem to care about Ivan at all. He also hates the cold so much because he was stuck outside more then he would have liked in the winter while he was young, thanks to his grandfather punishing him for everything he could.
Ivan hates silence and being alone, because that was how he raised, in almost utter and complete silence and kept isolated from the world. He is meant to grow up and be the perfect tool for the government once his schooling is done and he has returned to Russia. Or at least that's how it's supposed to go according to his grandfather.
Ivan does have a bit of a sadistic side to him, that comes out when he really gets into a fight. He will leave a lot of unnecessary damage on his opponent when this happens, taking pride in the other persons pain, and not caring about any consequences that may cone as a result.
Ivan has an extremely hard time making friends, and alliances, since he does accidentally scare people away a lot, which always leaves him in a bad, and usually depressed mood after wards. He is likely to lash out at others when in either of these moods, and may end up hurting himself or others.
Even though his grandfather was the one who raised him, Ivan hates him with all he has because of how he raised him. His grandfather is a hath and cruel man and abused Ivan physically, mentally, and emotionally since he was young, causing Ivan to become mildly unstable, but still capable of passing his phsyc exam with no problems.
Ivan has mood swings worse then a pmsing teenage girl as a result of his grandfathers harsh upbringing, causing him to learn to hide his true emotions and show people a mask that really isn't him. There are quite a few things that can set Ivan off and send him into a fit of violence, and just as many things that can cause him to lock himself in his room and get drunk, or just try to kill himself.
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 theblond 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 immediately pulled out his gun. Moving much too fast for the human eye to see, he appeared behind the American, one arm around the blond's 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 blonde's 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 blblonde'sesmerizing scent in. Nobody should smell this good, he thought as his arms 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 blonde’s 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 expression 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 blood lust, 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 too 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 well-being, 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 spinning. 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!"
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 theblond 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 immediately pulled out his gun. Moving much too fast for the human eye to see, he appeared behind the American, one arm around the blond's 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 blonde's 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 blblonde'sesmerizing scent in. Nobody should smell this good, he thought as his arms 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 blonde’s 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 expression 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 blood lust, 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 too 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 well-being, 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 spinning. 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!"
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