Post by grigori on Oct 1, 2009 0:58:11 GMT -5
••Who am I to not be known?
GrigoriVladimirKrovko
[/size][/color]GrigoriVladimirKrovko
??I am a man and i am about 24 You can contact me[pm]I currently live in the Eastern UStime zone.[/center]
••''Let Me Tell You Something Here...
Interests:[/font]
Vodka
Fine Wine
War
Strategies
Humanity
Fears:
Death
Old age
Disease
The loss of Europe
Memory loss
Addictions:
Flirting
Playing old-fashioned strategy games such as chess, risk, etc
Studying history
Meeting new people
Tea
Characters Position:[/font] European Union
If Other, what is it?:
••''My Once Upon a time...[/i][/color][/size]
Family:
Vladimir Krovko - father - institutionalized
Sandra Krovko - mother - deceased
Description:
Grigori stands 6'2 , weighting 170 lbs. He has a light/medium muscle frame, shoulder-long wavy brown hair, and haunting green eyes. Grigori has a long scar on his back that goes from his left shoulder to his right hip. He also has a bullet wound scar on his stomach with a matching exit scar on his lower back.
He has a tattoo of the Russian double-headed eagle on his right bicep, and a scripture tattoo on his lower hip/pelvic area in Russian which reads “Pride, War, and Glory”
Personality:[/font]
Calm, collected, and at times even seductive. Grigori is a master of charm. He is incredibly charismatic, capable of convincing someone that everything they love and believe in is wrong.
Although this is just the surface of Grigori’s psyche. Grigori is wise beyond his years, and carries an air of older days. He follows old mannerisms [when he feels like it], which adds to his charm, but also to his mysterious demeanor.
Grigori is no stranger to war. When things get heated Grigori is capable of keeping a calm and clear mind. This allows Grigori to think things through while everyone panics around him. At times it seems like his patience knows no limits.
At first glance many would think Grigori lives his life by the rule of carpe-diem, but in reality he has already decided what his next twenty moves will be. He is capable of deducing every possible outcome and plan ahead for each. Though, of course, there are times when a situation surprises him. He loves when that happens.
Grigori has been in many places around the world during his service in the EU military. He is a proud Russian, but he still loves to study and experience the cultures of the many places he goes to.
There are very few things Grigori hates. Stupidity, it would seem, is his biggest pet-peeve.
History:
Grigori was born in a small village east of Moscow. He had a simple childhood in the small farming community of his hometown. His mother was a part-time seamstress, and his father was a general of the Russian army. Grigori still remembers how festive his home became when Vladimir returned from his service. They would feast, and after dinner Grigori would sit with Vladimir next to the fireplace. Grigori would listen with great interest as Vladimir told his war stories while smoking the pipe. It was a good life.
While growing up Grigori always perceived Britannia as the ‘bad guy’, and China as the ‘threat’. He dreamed of the day he would fight alongside his father for the protection of the mother land, and the European Union.
Grigori liked to play war games with the other kids in the village. Sometimes Grigori wold make the games so complicated the other kids would just give up five minutes into the game. Grigori eventually got into the more conventional war games, such as risk and chess. He became obsessed with these.
He was 12 when Vladimir was honorably discharged from the military for medical reasons. Vladimir had been diagnosed with alzheimers disease. This news devastated Sandra. Grigori didn’t fully understand the severity of the situation at the moment. However, in two years, Vladimir’s condition had deteriorated to the point Grigori and Sandra couldn’t take care of him anymore. They were forced to put Vladimir into a nursing home.
After Grigori was done with his studies he enlisted in the military, as expected. He graduated from basic training with flying colors, and proceeded to his service in the ground arm forces with great disposition.
During his time off he would visit his mother at his hometown and his father at the nursing home in Moscow. His mother had become very ill, and by the time he was 19 she passed away. By then Vladimir’s condition was so advanced he didn’t knew who’s funeral he was attending. This saddened Grigori more than the fact his mother had died. It devastated him to see his hero, his father, in such a state. Grigori has already earned two medals by then, and was ranked as a Marine.
Grigori continued his military career, while studying on the side. He graduated from the officer’s academy with a degree on psychology. This, along with his skill with knightmares allowed him to raise ranks even faster. By age 22 he had become a Lieutenant.
At age 23, after helping hold back a Britannian invasion to Spain, he earned the recognition of becoming the Russian's Meч. Grigori was honored by this position.
Goal or Dream:
[*code]To keep Europe free, and to someday settle down with someone he loves. This last dream is something he keeps secret... and he honestly doesn’t see it happening.[*/code]
••'' Hey I am not done yet...[/color][/size]
Faction:European Union
••'' Something is not quite done here...[/color]
About you:
[/color]{* = Required}[/center]*Login Name: grigori
Location: Ohio, US
*Brief example of Role Play:[/font]
Xandra sat at the end of the padded box. It was a very tiny room, adding restriction to her already restricted body. She was wearing a white straight jacket, belts and buckles everywhere, as it held her arms wrapped around her body, a remote-controlled mechanical lock placed on the sleeves, making sure there's no way she can pull herself out of it.
She just sat there, legs spread out in their matching white pants, barefooted, her hair a mess as it fell over her face, hiding her haunting eyes. She seemed asleep, but it was always hard to tell with Xandra.
A loud buzzing made her jerk her head up, before she was slammed back against the wall behind her as her mechanical lock became magnetized through the padded wall, forcing her to sit straight and unable to pull away from the wall... or even slide to the sides. This meant she had a visitor, and as the heavy iron door behind the padding creaked loudly, this theory became true.
Xandra gave a toothy grin to the Admiral. He had his name on his uniform, but Xandra didn't care to read it... to her, he was just an obstacle, and a key to her release.
The Admiral brought in another person, though... a girl about two years older than Xandra. This raised the curiosity of this psychotic genius.
Ok, Xandra... since you don't wish to cooperate in out psychiatric research, we've decided to bring an experienced Empath to prod into your mind and document what the 'Incident' did to your psyche. Normally we need to do paperwork before we can do this in a medical institution, but given the circumstances I've been given clerance by Princess Gweneviere herself to do this. Informed the Admiral, before he nodded to the girl.
Xandra turned her eyes to the empathic girl as she sat on the floor on front of her, stupidly, between her spread-out legs. Xandra didn't react as she noticed this early mistake, though she was internally surprised that the Admiral didn't correct the girl.
Alright, just try to relax said the empath, closing her eyes and starting to concentrate. Xandra took the moment of preparation to look over the girl. She had short brown hair, an innocence to her face that proved she wasn't a warrior... she was a medic. A psychological medic at that. To Xandra that meant this girl was queasy and weak. A line of freckles adorned her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her uniform was simple, the typical medical uniform involving a one-piece white dress, mid-thigh long, with a red cross over the left breast. In this case, it was sleeveless, given the controlled environment of the ship.
Alright, take a deep breath. the girl said, as she opened her eyes and stared at Xandra.
Xandra just smiled as she felt the needle-like feeling on her skull, the feeling of an experienced Empath entering a mind. However... it didn't seem to go very far into her brain. Xandra chuckled softly, watching the girl's confused expression, as she tried to prod deeper, but could barely scratch the surface of Xandra's twisted mind.
The medic girl finally gave up after five minutes of failure, turning to the Admiral, still sitting, Sir... I don't understand No one, not even another Empath, can block a Mind Hack. My skills are absolute, and still, I can't prod past her Halo*.
The Admiral furrowed his brows, giving out a thoughtful growl, Try again, try concentrating harder.
The girl nodded, turning to Xandra again, closing her eyes.
It was then that Xandra finally spoke, ...I'm bored already... she said, her voice slightly raspy from keeping quiet for so long, ...you won't get anywhere, girl. My mind is unreadable. Besides... believe me... you don't wanna go there...
The medical girl kept doing her breathing exercises, meditating harder, still getting ready to try to prod again. Xandra sighed, before raising her legs and quickly locking her ankles behind the girl's head, pulling her forward, reaching forward with her upper torso, mouth open wide as it clamped on the girl's shoulder, teeth sinking in hard. The girl let out a shriek of surprise and pain as Xandra's teeth actually cut through the cloth and to her skin.
Guards the Admiral called, pulling out his remote for the mechanical lock. He was tempted to hit the 'restrain' button, but that would send a massive amount of electricity through Xandra, and because of her contact with the medical girl, it would damage her too.
Two guards rushed in, the medical girl crying, weakly and instinctly trying to somehow pry Xandra's jaws off her with her hands. The guards approached, aiming their guns at her, RELEASE HER AT ONCE
Xandra's eyes turned to them, her red eye focusing on one of them, before a burst sound filled the room, and the guard's clothes caught on fire under his light armor. The Admiral rushed out of the room as this happened. The guard on fire ran around screaming in agonizing pain, as the other guard quickly took out a small fire extinguishing device from his belt and began working on putting his comrade's flaming dilemma out.
Xandra shifted her legs, placing a foot on the girl's upper gut, before shoving her away, while pulling back with her head. The girl let out a horrid scream of pure agony as she was thrown back, drops of crimson staining the paddings. Xandra chewed silently, as the girl got up, shivering, holding her shoulder as it bled between her fingers. She looked at Xandra in pure terror, before rushing out, stumbling along the way.
Xandra stared as the girl ran out, swallowing. Her mouth region was covered in blood that dripped down to her white straight jacket. She spit out a piece of cloth from the girl's uniform, before chuckling.
The guard had been put out, and his comrade dragged him out, closing the door behind him. A low hum and Xandra was released from the wall magnet. She closed her eyes in preparation, before letting out a shriek of her own as the restraining function of her jacket's mechanical lock was activated, sending a current of painful electricity through her slender body. It lasted for a couple of seconds, making her body twitch violently, legs kicking, as she pressed against the padded wall. Once it was done, she let out a long sigh, slumping to the side, eyes still open as she forced herself to remain awake, looking at the door. A smile formed on her face...
They brought you along... she said softly, as she realized something she hadn't felt before, ...my body... they brought you along...
* Halo: a term used by Empaths. the Halo is the outer casing of a mind. An area of abstract material, mainly the 'waste' of the mind. It consists mainly of discarded thoughts and neutral psychic energy released by the brain as it guides the body through natural automatic bodily functions such as hear-beat and breathing.
*Role Playing Experience in Years: 13
-Forgotten Realms chat room: the chat room does not exist any more. I played a myriad of characters, from eccentric demons to strange pandimensional beings with no concern for the petty quarrels of the mortals in the tavern.
-numerous other chat rooms now dead: there were at least three other chat rooms that we migrated to after the fall of Forgotten Realms. In those other chat rooms I was introduced to the Furry sub-culture, and enjoyed playing quite a few furry characters. Most of my characters had a similar theme: demonic, psychotic, homicidal, and usually extremely sexual. However, I did like to mix it up. I played a few Star Wars original characters including my feared sith lord Darth Necros. At one point I also played a hemopheliac who only spoke in rhymes and prose.
-Star Wars Forever: this was my venture into forum-based roleplay. Originally just a forum for star wars fans in my area, it later included a very intense roleplay. In it I played all sorts of wicked villains to keep the story going [many of which perished in epic battles].
-Silent Hill Nightmare: probably one of my most enjoyable forum roleplay experiences. Silent Hill Nightmare lasted over five years with just a handful of dedicated players. In it I played everything from regular people stuck in the town to escaped lunatics, a witch, and even one of the gods of the town in a time I had taken over as ‘gm’. But, in time, the group died, and most of us players grew apart.
-numerous adult rps I will not mention by name: Most of these were hosted by me. One in particularly was VERY successful, with over 20 active members. I will not make people swallow hard and scowl at me with the details of the characters I played, but they were in the full spectrum from naive to sadomasochistic.
-Angel Technologies: a full yuri rp with an intricate story that I hosted in Yahoo Groups. At one point it had over 20 posts per day. Being the admin/gm I had over 30 active characters. Although it was a yuri rp, the story was deep and complex, involving political corruption, magical technologies, and a ruthless empress hell-bent on world domination. It too died over time, as players became too busy with real life affairs.
-Twilight Reality: another board of mine that was not as successful, thanks to the rubbish of proboards. Twilight Reality revolved around a world of my invention. I played quite a number of characters, including the leaders of many of the nations, and a few others in order to keep everyone entertained. My characters included a vulture humanoid that specialized in the creation of amulets, a flirtatious dragon that preferred to stay in human form and hang out with farmers to escape the stress of military uprisings, a war priest with doubts on his faith who later fell in love with a demon he had rescued... and so many others.
-Silent Hill: Inferno: my own take on the Silent Hill universe. This was also one of my boards. Here I played a gang-affiliated female assassin with serious anger problems, a serial-killer rock star with strange supernatural aptitudes, and even a pious conservative woman with a deep hatred for all my other characters.
-Stardust Rain: one of my original rps that I refuse to give up [would actually like to make it an affiliate of this site]. In Stardust I played, as usual, a myriad of characters. From psychotic mech pilots to strange giant insects with a faint resemblance of sentience.
There is so much more to this list, but most of it I either can’t recall or won’t recall at the moment. In short I’ve played everything from children to animals to adults to gods. No one has ever complained about my roleplaying abilities, given I always give a full spectrum of personality to all my characters [unless they aren’t supposed to be sentient] and even while playing gods I make sure not to abuse of the power they have. I’ve only killed the characters others wished to dispose of, and with quite some remorse I might add... and my own characters... well, they are quite mortal. At times I chose to have them die just for the dramatic impulse it would have on a storyline. [/center]
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