Post by hound on Nov 18, 2012 3:43:51 GMT -5
* makism v. tarasov ,
* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
FULL NAME Makism Vandik Tarasov
NICKNAMES Maks on occasion.
DATE OF BIRTH July 17.
AGE sixteen.
GRADE/YEAR 11.
ELEMENT Fire.
SEXUALITY Gay.
MARITAL STATUS unattached.
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIM Alex Mckee
EYE COLOUR Green
HAIR COLOUR Dark, frequently with blond highlights.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'10"--155
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES tongue and belly button piercings, hip dermals, gauged ears.
CLOTHING STYLE Honestly, whatever he pulls out of the closet on most school mornings. A lot of what he finds is preppy. If he's got a little more time on his hands, he might come up with something a bit more on the girly side-- he's got a flair for crop tops when it's warmer simply because he adores how his abs have filled out.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- Loyal
- Driven
- Outgoing
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- Pushy
- Loud
- quick to anger
LIKES
- Fast cars
- Dancing (club dancing as opposed to stage dancing)
- A good argument
- Intelligent conversation (or intelligent company, really)
- Camping
- Real, legitimate romance
DISLIKES
- Movie dates
- Anything cliched, hackneyed, corny, or banal
- Cats
- Math classes
- When anyone is louder than necessary
STRENGTHS
- Quick thinker
- Good leader
- Adventurous
WEAKNESSES
- Moody
- Reckless
- Fanatical
FEARS
- Flying
- Getting left behind
- That one day, he'll be come really and truly obsolete
BEST MEMORY Makism has always had his fair share of friends and good experiences. His best memory, though, would have to have come this past summer. He was working at a summer camp in the Rocky Mountains and had a beautiful, adoringly sweet summer romance. During the closing staff campfire, the night before everyone went home, the young man he'd been cuddling with looked down into his eyes and informed Makism that he'd never, ever forget him. It's a bittersweet moment, knowing that they'd gone their different ways the next day, but he'll always look back on it fondly.
WORST MEMORY Makism has never done will with flying. The very first time he had a panic attack he was 13 and in the middle of a flight from his home in Boston, MA to Florida-- the vacation of a lifetime. It was an ugly way to start off the trip, having hit turbulence and sent the child into a screaming fit. He was petrified and they had to get off at the next layover and drive the rest of the way.
LONG-TERM GOAL To find someone who won't forget.
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER Andreja Talia Tarasov (#49) high school teacher - English
FATHER Dr. Nikolae Romani Tarasov (#52), oncologist.
SIBLINGS
Damien Makin Tarasov (#21), attending vet school.
Caleb Dane Tarasov (#17), high school student.
Jacqueline "Jake" Marisol Tarasov (#16), high school student.
Aleksander Nikolae Tarasov (#13), middle school student.
OTHER biological parents exist somewhere, alive or dead, Makism doesn't really care.
HISTORY
Makism was born in Kaliningrad, Russia. Honestly, he doesn't really care. He was adopted by a Russian family before his first birthday, and they're the real family to him. They've always been the ones to raise him and adore him, so it's alright, he's fine with that. The thing about his parents is that they already had Damien-- they just wanted another. His mother had been told she was never going to be able to have another child so... well, then came Caleb and not long after his half sister Jake from Mexico City.
Makism was five. He'd gotten Jake to warm up to him, the little spitfire kid that hadn't really cared enough to not bite the hand that fed her. Caleb was warming up as well. Damien... well, Damien had gotten over all of them and declared himself perfectly apathetic. It was then that his mother found out she was pregnant with a little boy. It was Alex that made Makism's life complete, the perfect little brother.
Things were okay. His mother taught high school, his father was a doctor that treated kids with cancer. Makism was constantly plagued with the idea that he wasn't doing enough. Damien had known what he wanted to be from age eight. Caleb had a flair for the stage. Jake was horseback riding like it was nobody's business and Alex was the perfect young kid. As Makism's elemental ability manifested, it was decided that he simply needed to get out.
He's been coming here ever since. Makism is a pretty through the middle sort of student, but this year he's making a major push for a position as male lead for the fire element. He's got a flair about him, and he's willing to put everything on the line to make himself stand out. Makism is slowly realizing that he's about to become obsolete, and that terrifies him.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME call me Hound.
YOUR AGE sweet sixteen
RP EXPERIENCE six... seven years? ish?
HOW'D YOU FIND US? Adverts and stuff
SECRET WORD silver bullets
RP SAMPLEKishar watched them come to life. There was nothing more than she wanted than to watch this place be the same one it had been when she’d grown up.
That was the thing. Kishar hadn’t really watched this place all that much as a child. The place that was in her mind… that wasn’t what it had been. It was as if she’d fallen asleep one day under a grand tree in this place and woken up on the mainland. It had faded in and out, it had wavered and changed. This place, in front of her right now, had wavered and changed. It was enough to twist the mare’s mind and try to find it a new direction. This place was a strange new direction, and the mare didn’t want to know what was going on, didn’t want to see what would happen next.
Kishar was getting better at fighting the future. The mare wouldn’t let herself fall down the slippery slope into faded nothingness her father had. He had stood above all the rest in this place, and now… now what was he? The creature that cloaked herself within the night where she stood, dark eyes sharp on whatever she could find to focus on. It was strange, the way the light danced upon the trees and the swamp itself. There was nothing to reflect the white light. There was nothing to catch it that wasn’t the eyes of another living thing.
There’s a young man that makes his way through the darkness. The creature can make out the lines of his body, the silhouette of a creature spun of light and gold. He’s still wet behind the ears and she knows. She knows that he has to have been born here… who else would be here this early? Who else would be here this late? This is a woman that knows the mark of a Lagoon child when she sees one. It’s the same damn reason she doesn’t quiver as she stands amongst the swamp trees.
The colt speaks, and Kishar has her turn to listen. Both ears pitch forward, one slowly swivels back. She’s listening, neutral, and not sure how to feel as of quite yet. ”The shadows? They are alive.” The mare reaches down, scratching at a bit of mud as it dries on her foreleg. It’s over a slow healing abrasion, one that’s slow to heal. Just an annoyance, but she was fine. She was alert, she was paying attention. ”Us ghosts are far more interesting.” And maybe that’s what she was. Ghost of Lagoon past.
