Post by Vladimir Yelizaveta on Dec 13, 2009 14:06:20 GMT -8
[VLADIMIR DIMITRY YELIZVETA!]
pray for plagues!
Age[/color]
nine-teen
Gender
Male!
Sexuality[/color]
Oh, no. I don't think this is suitable for you to ask, not at all- I don't mind the age questions and the gender ones either but sexuality? Do you really think that I wish to tell one as yourself? No, not really- but I guess if you keep it a secret I'll tell you I'm Bisexual, but if you wish to tell others, make sure you say Heterosexual. Oh, just for your quick little mental notes- I like it rough, *pause and a gasp* oh my. Did you hear something you wished to other wise ignore? Rhetorical question, yes; so to end this little fiasco I'll say: you know where to find me, *wink*.
Place of Birth[/color]
My parent's mansion in Russia.
Occupation[/color]
A Telum agent[/blockquote]
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[color=Personality Evaluation[/color]
POLITE - To me being polite is the most respectable common courtesy in the world. Having been raised on such valid terms and conditions and going back and forth between England and France, I knew I had to keep my act clean, and my words cleaner. Although I wished to personally slap my mother in the face, but I knew that if I attempted such a feat- I would be beaten within an inch of my life. Thus I bit back my spiteful bile and tossed graceful ‘yes madams‘ and ‘no sirs’ and wished I could see the fully blossomed flower my mother was, wilt and be gracefully lower into her glass-like casket. When it happened I then learned that being polite and using my manners was the only way I could be a proper young master for my family, and expect the exact same respect and polite mannerisms directed at myself from students, and fellow staff- although I know the headmasters are another thing altogether.
GRACEFUL - Being graceful, might seem over-rated and high-class, but even the lower-class should know this mannerism, and reformative skill. As a boy, I was taught to walk with a book on my head, a tad bit cliché but in the end it helped with almost everything, up to passing driving tests when I’m driving with that ludicrous alcoholic liquid within my system- up to when I stroke my graceful fingers across an ivory key atop my grand piano. But not only does it somehow help motor-function, it makes you appear to know what you’re doing, and that you know where you’re going, as well as you have the means to get yourself there. Being graceful is something that most don’t consider, seeming as they are only merely demeaning rats in a trash-can; it disgusts me how much people have to gain using only a single brush of grace- ere they lose their lives- yet they do absolutely nothing. So, telling myself I wasn’t going to be that same hypocrite I stacked my spine in a sleek horizontal line and allowed the book to stay transfixed atop my crown- biting the world back for what they could have, and taking it for myself.
CALM - I should also mention, being calm is the icing on the cake when it comes to how you appear and how you act. Being who I am, it was important to create the air of importance, one that tells people that I know what I’m doing and that your simply trying to make me panic. Hiding your true feelings for somewhere privet is something everyone should learn. Though you might let it slip sometimes, I find it best to simply go with the flow- laugh at bad jokes, and laugh at yourself when made-fun of so it doesn’t appear to have tarnished you any more than you were before. Being a professor I need to know how to stay calm when a student doesn’t know what I’m talking about- although I know that they were probably talking, I have to be able to shut my trap and go at it from the top. Though sometimes- being calm only makes matters worse- another thing being calm helps with is thinking. It helps you focus and think clearly, which so help us all, is something these rats could use direly.
THOUGHTFUL and TACTICAL - Being thoughtful is important as well, but my thoughts are most of the time quiet negative- assuming I enjoy the things I do, and other times rather light. There are so many things we almost tell people, but half of the people in the world would take them as insults and try to kick the crap out of oneself. I think before I act, most of the time; it would be very rare if I moved a pawn or myself without thinking it through. Seeming as my thoughts are crude so I think about what I say; if I say anything at all. I do talk a lot but not to some people. But when it comes to a problem I think about it thoroughly looking at it from different points of view and I also look at the tactics, making me good at planning. Tactics and strategies are something I love coming up with, because I am someone who has studied that kind of thing through my Father and Mother. I love thinking, and my brain goes hay-wire when I don’t think things through; I don’t even know what would happen then. But this is something else I think is important in a proper student or for a just person in general. Use the mind you were given- and you can achieve amazing things.
COCKY - I don’t know why but I have a daft tendency to talk down on others. It could be something that I’ve gained through parental workings but I don’t really know, now do I? Hah, for all I care there are only few above me- including some professors and the headmasters, but hell; that doesn’t go off and spoil my day. Though I don’t care that I’m not on top, I can’t say I wouldn’t like to be there- with the power to just roll off and explode on the endorsements that I wish to, and to slap decency into the likes of others. Fuu, I wish that were the case, but I guess that does partly explain why I am quite cocky, but it doesn’t explain why I like using others for morals, and mental support, now does it? I like watching people wither, seeing their wrinkled brow as they glare at my being from within their bodices; I can’t say I don’t find that uninteresting, because we all know I do love that glorious show. But it’s not that my ego is bigger than the pipes that adorned a vintage organ- no, my ego is hidden, and a size fit for myself, though I will tell you, my name- Vladimir- is a pre-Christian name of Slavic origin which is interpreted as “The Ruler of The World”.
MASOCHISTIC and SADISTIC - Secretly, yes- I am a huge sadists, but less so a masochist. I just know the perks of pain, and how to get the pleasure out of its large facility. I don’t much care for that razor like pain feeling, oh- how do I explain this? I love being bitten, and hell, cut for that matter, but- I don’t like scars; because their simply ugly. But might I add, that I love the feeling of the blazing endorphins you can produce with the mulling though thoughts of masochism- it’s makes me happily numb, just to be able to enjoy the perks of which my enemies which to attach to mine-self. But oh, some might say that my sadism is a much different object than my masochism- because I love watching people wither, tormented by torrents of pain and pleasure; numbing them to the best of my ability and then allowing them full recuperation, thus repeating the cycle, ere they become a numbed carcass. Hehe, I can’t tell you how hard this is to hide from my fellow staff and the many little misses and misters there are among this academy, but i can say that it makes my soul buzz with a sick pleasure.
LUSTFUL - Oh dear lord. What kind of male isn’t lustful? Whether it be for the kind of male origins or for the kind of female origins. I find that sometime my lust isn’t for the fruitful flesh of my fellow human, but for the holy red liquid life water that flows through their veins- and most of the time I can hide it; but it accumulates- weather it be over time, or in a mere nano-second. I can’t help but succumb to the erotic pleasure of my lusts, I am a man and I will not be doused by the grace and proper mannerisms twenty-four-seven. Oh how I love the flesh, and the liquid crimson rubies that your veins are doused with- I don’t really care which gender is your origin, I just want to taste you- but then again, you might not scream; isn’t that right? Well, no matter- I doesn’t always have to be my way, because sometimes I like being the puppet in the show, who knows, maybe there might be some kind of sick mental health behind all of this- but remember. It’s all kept behind that invisible lock and key… oh, yes… ehehe.
Quirks and Habits![/color]
MUSIC - If you all understood how much I love music, you would understand at least half of my entire being. Music is the ambiance and my tainted asphyxiation, though you might think of asphyxiation as a horrible word for the description of my guilty pleasure, it isn’t. Because to me music is so overwhelming, that not one person could possibly truly understand the depth; and sometimes it so much that it asphyxiates me. It eats me alive until I’m stripped bare and standing around the music it’s self- touching it with so much need that it deprives me of my oxygen- instead replacing that need for another, music. But if you want to know my favorite kinds of music, it’s a long range. There is the thrashing scremo, the diligent classical, the bi-lingual, the electronica, and more. But the mind numbing power it all has, pulls my mind from one level of diligence to the next- stripping me down to the core, and allowing me to be the person I truly am. Though this all sounds so very cheesy and maybe a little bit cliché, there is nothing more I can do to describe how guilty this pleasure is- or how sweet it tastes against my soul…
♡SWEETS - Oh my lord! Sugar is a horrible addiction, whether it be chocolate, cotton candy, pastries, or suckers. Oh they make my mind tingle- and most of my students will see me wandering around campus with some kind of piece of candy, or some kind of sweet supplement. The ways they make my tongue feel happy; my taste buds dancing in some kind of electrified harmony, like the choir, and the opera singers. I don’t know how to describe the way sweets make me feel, I don’t care if it’s a liquid or a solid- that kind of science doesn’t have anything to do with me- but I guess if you wanted to apply it scientifically- I’d say I prefer the sweet liquids which invoke kinetic energy, thus transforming into temperature energy- seeming as the atoms move at a faster pace, or something like that.. But don’t bother to correct my assumption- I’m not a science professor for Christ’s sake.
TORTURE - Hahaha, oh my. I guess you’ve somehow managed to find about the entire family’s fascination with torture. Involving everything it has to do with the word- invoking things like; chains, whips blind-folds, lots of blood, knives, and full knowledge of everything within the human bodice. As well as you have to have a strong stomach and a well understanding of the person atop your table, or wrung out against your wall. *shrugs* I don’t really know which you prefer, because honestly- it depends on the type of torture for me.. But it also depends on the person, the object which you are slowly breaking into a thousand little tiny pieces for morality- no, for my sick little pleasure. Though, I can’t say I’ve had the time to completely break people- I’ve only gotten far enough for a little memory loss, and the funny thing was… I dared not touch her pretty little face, I just played with her flesh, and enjoyed myself- not really caring who heard her screams, no; her obtrusive begging for help. It just made me work all the harder, driving my pleasure to an all time high…
WRITING and READING - Writing is love, and I love writing. It’s the best way to unwind- just lulling yourself into a false reality, allowing yourself to almost become someone else. I don’t know why, but I love the darker stories. Reading is almost the same, only the connection with the characters and the stories are much different. Heh, I remember my mother once telling me I’d end up being some great writer, or some amazing English Professor- yet my pleasure with music only increased and dimmed the light of twisting words. The way you can read the twisted words or the way you write them, making it so that people actually have to pay attention to what you’ve written or read. It’s an art. Like interpreting what an artist is thinking when they are drawing their art. How could anyone not enjoy writing or reading this much? I can truly understand that only the dismally simple minded dislike things like this.
Family[/color]
does anyone need them? I have a little twin sister. parents died in a house fire.
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Fighting Experience[/color]
Eheh, I'm highlt adapt in the art of torture- and I love hand to hand combat. My parents thought it the right thing to teach their children..
General Apperance[/color]
Long silver hair, crude silver eyes, their what scares people off. My hair is my pride- seeming as my mama loved it more than anything. I'm rather tall, standing a '6'2" and have been called "bone thin". I'm a pale thing that doesn't like the sun- so sue me. I like waring jakets with the fuzz along the hood's rim, and I enjoy waring tight pants- because they just make me happy. So, I am me, with my tight pants, lean frame, long silver hair, and button-up shits.
Weapons and Possessions[/color]
Vlad, myseelf- prizes his book "A Mid Summer Nights Dream" and his weapons of choice include daggers, and a japanese styled sword.
Face Claim![/color]
[katekyo hitman reborn!] -- [squalo] -- [[b]Vladimir Yelizaveta[/b]]-----------------
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