Post by Dmitri Lyubov on Feb 13, 2011 22:38:18 GMT -5
worn out places, worn out faces [/font][/color]
name;; Kay
age;; 18
years of experience;; Too many
other characters;; Second (First- James Wessing)
how you found us;; I created the site
contact method;; PM
other;; I am obsessed with Tumblr
BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES[/font]
going nowhere, going nowhere
name;; Dmitri "Mit" Lyubov
custom title;; The Amazing Lisping Lyubov
label;;Physically Impure
birthday;; June 19th, 1969
age;; 42
playby;; Norman Reedus
description;; 5'10" • Medium build • Dark Blond hair, short and shaggy • Square face • Thin lips • Some sparse facial, depending on his mood • Some muscle definition in arms • Several tattoos • Brown eyes • Wears jeans and misc. t-shirts • Smokes so has cigarette with him always • Wears heavy boots at all times • Wears a chain with mother's wedding band on it • Has several scars from various fights • Has the words 'Impure' branded into his right shoulder blade (by sadistic Catharsis employee) • Sometimes wears rings, but not often • Carries a copy of the dictionary in his back pocket • Carries a pocketwatch and fob • Is missing little toe on left foot • Will wear necklaces • Never wears formal clothes • Most of his shirts do not have sleevers
likes;;
•Cigarettes
•His mother
•Drawing
•Working out
•Nature
•Jeans
•Rock 'n' Roll
•Playing catch
•Happiness
•Cotton candy
dislikes;;
•Cats
•His lisp
•Hip-Hop music
•Catharsis Inc.
•Australia
•Reading
•Suits
•Spicy food
•Beer
•Bugs
fears/weaknesses;;
•Being attacked for being 'Impure'
•Never fixing his lisp
•Not falling in love
•Being weak
•Is sensitive and his feelings are easily hurt
strengths/goals;;
•Compassionate
•Determined to fix his lisp
•Artistic but not a good artist
•Willing to help others
•Forgives easily (but doesn't forget)
quirks;;
•Has to lock his door three times before going to bed (lock, unlock, lock, unlock, lock)
•Likes to chronicle is life in tattoos
•Cries easily
hopes/dreams;;
•To fix his lisp and to be able to rejoin his family
•To learn to play the guitar and start a band
•To fall in love and get married
THEIR TEARS ARE FILLING UP THEIR GLASSES[/font]
no expression, no expression
personality;; Mit is a sensitive guy but he tries to play it off. He's all bluster at first but is really a nice, giving guy if someone managed to get to know him. His initial reaction to most people is sarcasm and sharp jibes at their appearance and behavior in an attempt to chase them off. And if they don't run off right away, Mit will warm up slowly by first staving off the sarcasm. Then the criticisms. Then he'll begin acting like a normal, likeable human being and will work up to total friendship and loyalty. When Mit commits to any kind of relationship, he commits completely. Once his friendship or love is earned Mit will do everything to make that person happy.
But, Mit is sensitive. His emotions are easy to stir up, especially embarrassment, anger, and confusion. Oh, and he blushes. Even after Mit is comfortable with someone he becomes flustered very easily. His closest friends usually exploit this fact, poking fun at him only to make his blush bright red. Mit does not handle being complimented well, he'll stutter in response and turn so red that he looks like he's been baking in the sun for a few hours. However, comment on his lisp and Mit will blow up on you. He'll yell, insult, and, if provoked enough, will attack. This violence only ever surfaces when he is reminded of how he imperfect he is in the eyes of society.
On the home front, Mit was very close to his mother before she passed and honors her now. He isn't close to his father, who is still on the mainland, but is very protective of his family in general. Anyone who is close to Mit needs to accept the fact that his mother is such an important influence in his life. Mit's only possession of value is her wedding band which he wears around her neck always. He would go crazy if he ever lost the ring and would never part with it, expect for when he finds the girl that he loves. Mit plans on giving that ring to the woman of his dreams on their wedding. Did we mention that Mit was a hopeless romantic? He believes in love and is ready for it whenever it wants to find him.
history;; Mit was born into a family of second generation of Russian military men in a small town in Delaware. He was named after his grandfather, a decorated veteran, but never wanted to follow in his footsteps. Mit's father, Aleksander, was very disappointed in Mit's love for the arts and want for peace but Ellaina, Mit's mother, was glad that her youngest son wasn't willing to charge into battle. Mit is the second youngest of eight, he has four brothers and three sisters, and several aunt and uncles who he does not keep in touch with. The Lyubov family is regarded a the most fit and perfect and has earned several influential places in Catharsis as administration and enforcement. Unlike the rest of his family though, Mit was labeled Impure because of his lisp and tendancy to stutter when pressured.
Mit's mother died just before he was shipped to Australia to live. Heartbroken, Mit conceded to going and his family didn't fight to keep him on the mainland. Mit was placed on a ship to be transported, making for a long journey. He got into several fights almost everyday with other cast-offs and the occasional brawl with a Catharsis employer. One guard in particular targeted him, harassing him and beating him when no one was looking. This guard even went so far as to tackle Mit one night and carve the word IMPURE into his shoulder blade with a pocket knife.
Mit didn't leave his cabin for days and had to fight off an infection from the attack. Because he couldn't care for it properly, the scar is large and puckered, often pulling painfully. His skin tears occasionaly if he moves too quickly.
Ever since his encounter on the ship Mit has taken to fighting others. He is quite confrontational and has isolated himself because of it. He has made a few friends since being cast-off but not many. He now works as a custodian in the hospital in the physical therapy wing.
HIDE MY HEAD I WANNA DROWN MY SORROW[/color][/font]
no tomorrow, no tomorrow
rp sample;;
His shoulder was hurting today. More than usual that is. It was bleeding a little bit when Mit was woke up and he had to bandage it, which was some trouble. It involved pretaping a piece of gauze and smacking his shoulder. It hurt like a bitch but the bleeding stopped at least. Mit wore his loosest shirt so there wouldn't be too much friction but that didn't seem to matter.
Scrubbing the walls was a pain in the ass. Mit was pretty sure that he was bleeding again but he couldn't stop until he had a break. So Mit worked steadily for the next two hours before he could slip into the staff bathroom. He peeled off his shirt and then the bandage. The tiny gauze square was soaked through and the second it was pulled back, the blood began to slide down his back. "Damnit," Mit muttered angrily under his breath and grabbed a handful of paper towels. Hissing in pain, Mit tried to mop up the blood the best he could and applied pressure to the scar. "Thit," Mit cursed again. The blood had gotten onto the floor. He'd have to sterilize that now. More work.
Mit fumbled one handed with the tiny first aid kit that was stored beneath the sink and prepared another band aid. All they had were the huge ones, no gauze so Mit had to make do. He pulled back the paper towel, grimacing as it stuck, and cleaned the area carefully before applying the band aid. It wasn't going to stick all that well, he knew it, but it would have to make due until he could get it fixed properly. Which wouldn't be for hours. Mit had to finish his shift first and that wouldn't be for another six hours.
It was going to be a long day.
Scrubbing the walls was a pain in the ass. Mit was pretty sure that he was bleeding again but he couldn't stop until he had a break. So Mit worked steadily for the next two hours before he could slip into the staff bathroom. He peeled off his shirt and then the bandage. The tiny gauze square was soaked through and the second it was pulled back, the blood began to slide down his back. "Damnit," Mit muttered angrily under his breath and grabbed a handful of paper towels. Hissing in pain, Mit tried to mop up the blood the best he could and applied pressure to the scar. "Thit," Mit cursed again. The blood had gotten onto the floor. He'd have to sterilize that now. More work.
Mit fumbled one handed with the tiny first aid kit that was stored beneath the sink and prepared another band aid. All they had were the huge ones, no gauze so Mit had to make do. He pulled back the paper towel, grimacing as it stuck, and cleaned the area carefully before applying the band aid. It wasn't going to stick all that well, he knew it, but it would have to make due until he could get it fixed properly. Which wouldn't be for hours. Mit had to finish his shift first and that wouldn't be for another six hours.
It was going to be a long day.
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