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basics. & biography. IC.
post log._______________________________________________________
001 that's the hardest part [cwm]
002 OY, MOROZ, MOROZ [aw!, please join!]
004 silver lining [firefly]
006 neon tiger [giggle]
007 never close your eyes [bane]
finished.________________________________________________________
hover over for plot info.
003 monsters [cercelee]
005 someone had to stop the rain [luka]
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basics._______________________________________________________
Grandparents. Kiska & Rurik
Parents. Zaets Russo & Kezia Havok
Siblings. Luka, Jonas, Ruslan, Marika, Lolita
biography.____________________________________________________
Nikolai was born to Zaets Russo and Kezia Havok at the beginning in the year, together with his littermates Luka, Jonas, Ruslan, Marika, and Lolita. The family was a complicated one, with the parents constantly feuding about something or other. Surprisingly, Nikolai progressed through his early childhood as an apathetic but earthy youngling, containing a "take-it-as-it-comes" mindset. In the movement of months, however, particularly as his first birthday approached, his behavior began to slowly shift to a normally quiet and introverted nature, though sarcastic and blunt whenever speech was needed. Most of his childhood was spent traveling with his family and the accompanying gypsy band, but even the young Nikolai took little interest in their day-by-day activities and tended to keep to himself. It was at this early age that he was exposed to the vastness of earth (particularly Russian and Europe, in which he was born and traveled around), and began to take an interest in exploring and tracking it. When both his father and brother Luka disappeared from their band rather suddenly, Nikolai remained behind with their mother and the remainder of their family but, as to be expected, the gypsy group gave him little to live for.
[Some stuff happens here, on his own.]
Around the age of eight or nine months, Nikolai snuck his way onto a free passage overseas, having wandered enough of Europe and Russia to satisfy his curiosity. Somehow developing an uncanny enjoyment for cartography, the creature moved slowly throughout lower Canada as he marked down everything he'd seen and created map by map by map, finding information along the way--of course, he knew very little of the area as well as the spoken language there, and such impediments managed to slow his journey to a point. He manages his way into 'Souls territory as a wandering cartographer with a thick Russian accent, simply looking to learn the territory. His intentions of staying were little, but only time may tell.
out of character.________________________________________________
Name. Lin!
Age. 18 (May 14)
Gender. Female.
Location. Maine, USA. Currently at college as an English major.
Interests. Roleplay, writing, drawing, music, gaming, destroying the world, saving the world, sleeping, being a general nuisance, orange juice, WoW, health food, my family, graphic design, other general computer stuff.
Music. Pearl Jam (Eddie Vedder's voice, oh my god <3), the Stokes, the Killers, Coldplay, Goo Goo Dolls, Aerosmith, Foo Fighters, Boston, Billy Joel, Guns N' Roses
Characteristics. Typically pretty upbeat, easily excited, laughs a little too easily, shy sometimes, non-confrontational, makes friends easily, gets confused easily, generally plays characters that are her polar opposites.
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His muscles ached somehow, possibly due to the strain of carrying another being over his shoulder... Jefferson couldn't have said that he'd done that before. He'd never rescued anyone before, and of all people he wanted to rescue, it wasn't Iskata. He didn't want to have to rescue her in the first place, to be precise. A thick air of melancholy and trauma hung heavily throughout the cabin, tangible like mist in the air, and only magnified by the sudden outburst of the silver-furred son across the room. Jefferson's single eye suddenly shot to stare in surprise at DaVinci, but wandered to the floor soon thereafter. He understood DaVinci's pain, somewhat, and felt his distressed and frustrated scowl melt into a saddened, downtrodden frown. The world kept going on around them, and they were being left behind.
"DaVinci..." he said slowly, taking a cautious step closer. The last thing they needed was for Iskata to be awake and hearing her son's frustrated pain and distress and get only sicker. He cleared his throat then, assuming a more authoritative tone. After all... he guessed he was the one in charge in that room. "There's nothing else we can do but be here. You know that." He regretted his words, but they needed to avoid all the irritation possible. It wouldn't be of any help anywhere. "Deuce will handle Iskata... you're the one who has to tell your kids."
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He was mildly surprised that he had not been received negatively, snapped at, or glared upon; of course, the wolf failed to show that alarm in his facial expression, and his duel-colored eyes watched the brightly-hued woman with slight intrigue. She had turned to him with something of a skeptical look on her face and replied sarcastically, but she was nothing like Cwmfen or any other members of the pack he'd already met. She had a haughtiness to her, carrying some sort of powerful presence in her tone and stature, and her eyes and voice were a piercing type. Nikolai wasn't quite intimidated, so much as he was mildly intrigued.
He sensed something extra in her voice, but chose not to comment upon it. "I vas not plannink on drinkink," he replied slowly, cautiously. He wasn't exactly on stranger-friendly territory, and as much as he was fond of the buzz and freedom of the drink, he knew better than to get himself wasted and vulnerable to strangers who didn't care much for his presence and harmless cartography. "You are strange person," Nikolai said matter-of-factly, scratching at his head. "Vhy you not yell at me like other pack member do? Bah," he said, suddenly dismissing the notion and waving his hand. It was at this point that he noticed she was pregnant, and surely enough, was somewhat turned off by it.
"Round," he muttered, staring at her stomach.
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