Inferno -- Closed, RP HAS BEGUN

[eden .]

(Fullmetal, I approve your character also. Torr, either you mixed up the numbers in the birthday or your phrasing is just awkward. From my understanding it seems like you're saying he was born on the twelfth day of the 21st month, which doesn't exist incidentally))

[Airmid]

((Oops- I'm an idiot xD Lemme change that
EDIT: Edited post, but it'll take a bit to get approved or whatever : P))

[eden .]

((well, that was the only problem, so otherwise I'll approve you. I'll write you down. ))

[Nicolae]

Dat Siggy @ Torr))

[eden .]

((lol ikr. And yep, it's by Albert. I knew it. XD))

[Airmid]

((Isn't it wonderful ? He drew it so quickly, and Cain looks exactly as I imagined him :3))

[eden .]

((HAHA, I C UR FORM

I added you to the front. Don't worry, you're accounted for. ))

[Shiko Hayashi]

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The Essentials:

Full name: Vasili Ilyich Lenin
Age: 18
Birthday: 12/21/1994
Gender: Male
Nationality: Vasili is a third Russian and a quarter Bohemian
Creed (sin): Gluttony


The Mentals:

Personality: Vasili's personality, at first glance, seems relatively simple. Calm, relaxed, and relatively outgoing towards others, he's fun to be around. He listens when his friends talk and he responds with an ease that's almost unnatural. When confronted with those that dislike him, Vasili is a little unsure of himself and tends to back away after a few strong words. He knows that a fight would be meaningless, and yet he itches for one anyway. Slightly stubborn, he tends not to let up when an idea sparks his interest.

When alone, Vasili's personality shift's ever so slightly. He becomes quieter, and colder, ignoring those that reach out to him. With deep thoughts brooding on his mind and ever oppressing emotions crushing down on him, Vasili becomes a darker, more alone character than you thought he was at first. Some would call him depressing, but it's just that Vasili is unsure of how to deal with his darker feelings.

When his father left his mother before they could get married, Vasili was born as a bastard child. People all around him looked down on him and he took this to heart. He became wild and cold, avoiding society as much as possible. He grew dark and moody, thinking odd things and yearning for freedom from them. He could never ask his mother to teach him how to control those depressing thoughts, and so he grew worse and worse over the years. He tried various methods, drowning them out with music and writing. The cello hummed in his bones and he liked the feel of it.

But it never really stopped those nagging feelings. So he resorted to one last method, pain eating him up inside. He cut his wrist, watching as his blood fell to the floor of the bathroom. As Vasili watched his blood, he felt fascinated. It was a beautiful, bright red that dried into an ugly brown when dry. He wanted to see more of it. What could a little more hurt? Vasili's dark thoughts vanished when he cut himself. Distracted by the pain and the red of the blood, Vasili became almost normal again.

But one day, he left the bathroom door unlocked. His mother walked in on his mess and she freaked out. Her only son was cutting himself. What was she to do? She called the hospital and they admitted him, giving him more blood. As they flurried around him, Vasili was left shocked. His only means of comfort. Of keeping those negative thoughts away, was gone. It was a crushing feeling. He lashed out at the doctors, furious that they would do this to him. They grew concerned and labeled him as dangerous. It was through this that Vasili learned he was a masochist. He wanted to see that red blood. Feel the pain it brought with it.
Likes:-Rain
-Autumn
-Red
-Writing
-Humming
-Playing Cello
-Dumplings (he can eat a lot)
Dislikes:-Loud people
-Vehicles
-Brats
-Being Forced into something
-Being pitied
Phobias: He has a small fear of vehicles. Actually... that's a lie. He hates them. They make him nauseous and cause him to pass out. So he generally avoids them as much as possible. When Vasili was younger, he was in a bus crash. It scared the hell out of him and he's avoided vehicles ever since. Even planes make him cautious.
Favorite book|song|movie: Purgatorio, The Merchant of Venice, Sleep, Grace by Apocalyptica, mostly all classical music, and Yo yo Ma. He doesn't have any particular favorites movies, but he does enjoy watching them.


The Physical:

Eye color/s: A dark blue
Hair color/s: A slightly dyed red; Beneath that is natural ruddy brown hair with heavy red accents in it
Height: 5 8"
Full physical description: Vasili is long and wiry, with an oval face and short, wild hair that is constantly spiked upwards in the back. He has a light, pale skin color due to the cold weather in Russia. He has long fingers and a flexible back. His physique is a bit like a girl's and due to this, most guys mistake him for one. Even girls do. His voice is quiet, with a feral burr to it that give shim a light Russian accent. His red hair is actually a ruddy brown that has thick, dark red in it, giving it it's unrealistic red appearance.
Clothing style: Generally casual, but he also enjoys trench coats and hoodies.


The Memoir:

History: Vasili was born to Viktoriya Lenin, a poor woman who lived in a small, wooden house secluded from the rest of the village. He was born in Arkhangelsk, Russia in 1994. His father was a wealthy man named Alexei Chazov. Alexei was a coward of a man and he always ran from his problems. When he learned Viktoriya was pregnant with his heir, he left her, claiming that it was not his son and falsely accusing her of having an affair.
But Viktoriya was strong and gentle, refusing to give up the child. When Vasili was born, the midwife first mistook him for a girl. Upon later check though, it was revealed he was male. Just femininely built.

Viktoriya loved her son. She dotted on him and protected him, knowing that the taunts of her son being a bastard's son was true, but she didn't care. He was her life, her core. She lived for him. As Vasili grew older, he equally returned this love. Rejected by the kids around him because of his missing father, Vasili clung to the love of his mother.When Vasili was old enough to understand, his mother explained why he didn't have a father. He was furious. He wanted to barge into hiss father's estate, but his mother stopped. His mother taught him as best as she could at home, but homeschooling was hard for her as it required money. And they already had a lack of that in the first place.

Vasili, realizing it, took it upon himself to secretly go job hunting at the age of 12. The only place that would accept him though was his father's estate. They had been short on male servants and needed a butler. In return for his work, they would pay him руб587.452.( in English, this is equal to $20) It was more than he had ever had. Vasili accepted and was entered into the state under a false name, Vladimir Chemeris. He got the numbers that would label him as his father's tattooed into his side and two bands of black tattooed around his arm. With hatred, he allowed it. There, he learned underneath a retired cook who had once been a military soldier for Russia. The man taught him how to be he greatest. At serving, at fighting, at basically surviving. He gave him all the skills Vasili needed and more.

Vasili worked under his father for four years. Four years he protected him, served him, and fought for him. Not once did his father recognize him. The fury and indignation that built up over those four years began to leak out. He became violent around his comrades within the servant business. He began to seclude himself outside of work more and more. His mother noticed this, but she didn't know the underlying cause. He had yet to tell her that the money they were receiving was not charity, but hard earned. He tattooed his arm where the black bands were, marveling at the feeling of pain and relief. It was through this that Vasili thought of his new method of release.

It was during those four years that Vasili began to explore his new method to get rid of his darker emotions and thoughts. Using pain he cut into his wrists, yearning to see that bright red and feel it's releasing pain. It helped, but the scars began to become harder and harder to hide. They weren't like the needle of a tattooing pen. They were longer, thicker, and easier to spot. One day, he left the bathroom door unlocked. His mother walked in on his mess and she freaked out. Her only son was cutting himself. What was she to do? She called the hospital and they admitted him, giving him more blood. As they flurried around him, Vasili was left shocked. His only means of comfort. Of keeping those negative thoughts away, was gone. It was a crushing feeling. He lashed out at the doctors, furious that they would do this to him. They grew concerned and labeled him as dangerous.

His father fired him, not wanting a dangerous butler under his wing. His fury grew and he attempted to escape from the hospital, using his false name. From there, he visited his mother one last time. He would leave Russia. Go on the run. Only pain and anger lingered here now. His mother, devastated, accepted this and helped him pack. When he was finally done, he kissed her and whispered the four words tattooed into his side in numbered code.
"As above, so below."

WIP

[eden .]

((is this WIP? Otherwise, please fill in the history. The picture doesn't matter to me personally as much.
Also: personally, I'd like to make this as realistic as possible. I don't mind if your hair is red as long as it's dyed that way, in which case can you list a natural hair color as well? ^^ ))

[Nicolae]

A couple things before you're accepted, Shiko, along with finishing up the profile; it'd be nice if you could bring together the general profile a bit more. For instance, the hair color, again; why is it red, what's their actual color, so on and so forth; I also think the personality could use touching up, for instance, an explanation as to why he's unbalanced enough to need medical attention if he's so confident, and why a persistent personality would revel in physical punishment. Rework it a little, and things'll be smoother for everyone.))