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[eden .]

[ @cactus: all I see as I scroll down is Adam Levine and I'm like WATDIDIJUSTSEEADAMLEVINE ]
[ nice gif, by the way. XD ]

[ @erica: it seems fine so far, but of course you still have your history to do. I'll look at it again when you've finished. Also, FYI: this isn't really in Russia per se, it's kind of a future place that I didn't specify b/c that would become too messy XD Anyways, I just wanted to say that in case you felt obligated to make her name Russian. ]

[ @everyone: I should've noted this in the rules, but just b/c your form is WIP doesn't mean that I'm reserving a spot for you. If other ppl finish their forms first and they're acceptable ... well, that spot is gone. just a heads up! p: ]

[♛ feral]

|I have to find a form.
ALSO;Thank yah.
I actually don't like Adam Levine. But I think he would fit okay as Mal's fc. /don't hate me.|

[~Erica~]

(Yes I figure, but I wanted to do that. I've been meaning to make a new character for a while and this was the perfect opportunity for that, thanks for letting me know however (: )

[maxlet]

[[ Oh my Glob. I have to join this. I just got done learning about WWI, WWII, and the Cold War and I found it extremely interesting. Not to mention I've wanted an RP like for a long time. I'll try to get a form up by tonight if I can. ]]

[eden .]

[ @cactus: lol understandable. To each his own. In general I'm losing faith in M5 after Payphone, admittedly. >> ]
[ You want to look at my form at the front and see if you like it, I can explain to you how I went about it. You can borrow it if you'd like xD ]

[ weeeee members. lol this is surprisingly popular. I thought it would sound too obscure. >< ]

[~Erica~]

(Alrighty I do believe that I am finished. I hope it's enough and all okay ^^)

[Vespur]

[ @cactus: lol understandable. To each his own. In general I'm losing faith in M5 after Payphone, admittedly. >> ]
[ You want to look at my form at the front and see if you like it, I can explain to you how I went about it. You can borrow it if you'd like xD ]

[ weeeee members. lol this is surprisingly popular. I thought it would sound too obscure. >< ]

[. a question. you mind I use your form for my guy please?. just wondering before I use something you made.]

[eden .]

[ @erica: it looks fine. :3 I'll add you ]

[ @galaxier: no, I don't mind. Would you like me to elaborate on the details? The fontmeme stuff are song lyrics [the song being at the very bottom of the page], and if you read them I think you can surmise what section is for what. :3 ]

[Artesian]

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Dr. Markov

I do not claim any rights to this image.
Name: Dr. John Mikhailovich Markov
Called: John by his friends. If you're a friend, he'll tell you to 'call me John'. If he doesn't tell you this, call him Dr. Markov. He'll be... irritated, if you don't.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: John is good looking, with a certain abstractness to his eyes that irritates most people. When not actually practicing medicine, he tends to look as if he's not listening to you. He's probably not, or at least he's only using 10% of his brain to keep track of you, with the other 90% doing something else. He always dresses neatly and formally, but rarely with a tie (which he hates). He keeps himself in excellent condition (He's a doctor, after all) and always is exactly in the middle of his ideal weight. He has a tendency to allow his hair to grow long, only realizing its shaggy appearance after months of hair hanging in his eyes. He cuts his own hair, and despite what you may imagine, it looks okay. He tends to have two modes, physically: languid slouch, where he stares dreamily past your left ear, and completely controlled perfect posture and attentiveness. He has a calming voice (they actually had a class on it in medical school) and is generally pleasant to listen to.
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 170 pounds
Type: Citizen

History: John is fortunate. He grew up in the outskirts of the nation, near one of the manufacturing towns, but not so close as to make the atmosphere unpleasant and polluted. His mother made delicious apple pies which he sometimes helped sell on the side of the road to passerby. His father taught his sister and him basic science in the evenings, beside the wood stove. He ran wild in the forests nearby his home with his sibling, climbing trees, catching frogs, poking things under rocks, assembling insect collections, putting worms in his sister's hair... yes, life was good.

Then, when he was six years old, his mother went to the hospital in the main manufacturing city his father worked in. She was very sick - he can still remember her pale but brave face as she was helped into the car and he squeezed her hand for the last time. His sister made him a sandwich for dinner while they waited for her to come back. It was the next day before the car returned, his father driving slowly up the driveway. He ran outside, yelling happily. They'd been promised that when Mommy and Daddy came back, they'd have a little brother with them; he was excited to meet him. Their father said nothing, but knelt down on the driveway and hugged them tightly, before solemnly telling them that Mommy wasn't coming back, and that they had a new baby brother.

It didn't hit John for several months that his mother really was gone. He became quiet at school, cautious and studious. He helped care for his baby brother, despite not liking him very much, honestly. It was years later that he learned why she hadn't returned. His mother was very ill when she left for the hospital, and despite the nurse's efforts, the only doctors available were with another more important patient, and 'had no time for a simple birthing', his father had said bitterly.

Meanwhile, he went to the local school and achieved excellent marks in all his subjects (except music. He's completely, utterly, and hopelessly tone-deaf). He was bullied in his preteen years: called four-eyes in that creative, original and witty fashion second nature to kids, occasionally beaten up and ostracized at the school by other students. After he came home crying with a sprained ankle and a bruise blossoming on his side, his father and mother decided to see what he could do to stop the abuse, but he wasn't fast enough. Through what was later referred to as a 'computer error', the leader of the band of bullies was killed in a train crash, where a computer controlled switch on a railroad had activated, and the stupid bully was standing on the wrong set of tracks and was killed painfully and swiftly. The other bullies, for some reason, left him alone after that, and he soon blossomed into one of the best students at the school: gregarious, brilliant, good-looking and a gentleman to the core. He had more potential girlfriends that he had to use a stick to beat them away (not that he ever would. He had little time for parties and girls though, as he decided to become a medical Doctor, and the competition for slots in medical school was notoriously fierce. His sister's success in studying computer programming and heading off to a guaranteed job in the Capital City at the young age of nineteen encouraged him, and he learned like a madman.

In his second year of secondary school (age 17), his father managed - somehow, John isn't asking - to get him a much coveted spot on a fast-track to a medical doctorate. He headed off to the Capital City and began his study. It was tough. You know how they say that college are some of the best years of your life? His weren't. When his sister came to visit him, after a month in the intensive course, he could hardly remember how to associate with people rather than bodies. He diagnosed a slight conjunctivitis in her eyes within moments of her walking through the door, and was asking her to lie down on the couch and tell him about her mother within a few more minutes. She slapped him; it seemed to help.

After four years of intensive study, he managed to graduate with his degree and some amount of honor. He wasn't the top in his class, but he was a competent, respected doctor. Doctor Markov, they call him. He has the certificate up in his office now, and has a job in a high-class retirement community in the outskirts of Capital City. The residents don't need much treatment - really just reassurance and the appropriate medication - so John Markov has plenty of extra time, which, unlike most of his college peers, he has spent learning about politics, attending community meetings, and trying to help the poor. Every summer during his college years, he'd travel out to the far reaches of the nation, and work for free in a medical hospital. It left an impression on his mind, which unfortunately morphed into a desire to go into politics. His sister has discouraged him, but still...

Family:John has two siblings. His younger brother is irritatingly going through a rebellious phase (namely, have as many ill-advised romances as possible. He seems to fall in love on a daily basis). His older sister works for the government, seemingly as an IT technician, managing the servers in the data collection department (DCD). In actuality, she is a secret policewoman, and is extremely dangerous. (Her profile is below.) His mother died in childbirth with his youngest brother, and John misses her terribly. His father is still living, and has the hypocritical habit of scolding anyone who doesn't follow the rules (even his social superiors), which ignoring them himself. He says that he has a secret 'from way back when, when the world weren't so simple, lad' that prevents anyone from getting revenge on his exasperating manners.

Orientation: Straight.
Status: Single, and idly looking. He'd be a real catch for most girls, but he's picky.
Current situation: Working at a retirement community as the live-in doctor, attending community meetings and lectures on politics, and comfortably well-off.
Skills: He's an excellent doctor, and can perform first aid faster than you can blink. He also could kill someone easily in any number of ways, from knife work to pressure points to poisons. He has a charismatic and reassuring attitude, most of the time, and is fairly good with other scientific puzzles not relating to medicine.

At a glance, personality: Dr. Markov has two modes: Self-control On and Self-control Off. When he is relaxed and passive, he slouches into a puddle of academic fog, taking in everything and filing it away in his memory. He attends lectures and meetings like this, a figure in a black overcoat, hidden behind a pillar in the hall, his eyes glazed, listening to the speakers carefully. However, this lazy, languid mode couldn't be farther from his other mode, Self-control On. When John is keeping his personality under control, he is the perfect image of a good doctor: calm, serious, reassuring and completely devoid of any sense of humor. He could persuade absolute strangers to take a pill he gave them when he has this attitude. It's almost hypnotic.
True personality: John enjoys his mental solitude. He's an endless sink of information, pulling absolutely everything into his internal catalog and considering it carefully. He's also an amazing actor. Unless he wants his emotions to show on his face, they almost never will. He projects exactly what he wants to at almost all times. However, much of his apparent personality is real. What he usually fakes is interest (gods this patient's ranting is soooo boring), confidence, humbleness, and confusion. Dr. Markov is never confused, arrogant, worried, or bored. Of course not.

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Tanya

I do not claim any rights to this image.
Name: Tatiana Mikhaillyevna Kinney
Called:Tanya by her friends and family. Tanya by practically everyone, actually. Tatiana is only used with complete strangers, her supervisor and her enemies.
Age:29
Gender:Female
Appearance:
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 120 pounds
Type: Secret Policeman

History: Tanya grew up in the outskirts of the nation, near one of the manufacturing towns, but not so close as to make the atmosphere unpleasant and polluted. When she was little, she was pampered by her mother and father. They adored her, but when her little brother came around and her family's attention shifted to him. Happily though, she learned to love her little brother, using him as a sidekick in her Adventures. She showed great aptitude for computers at a very young age, teaching herself everything she could about programming that she could.

When her mother passed away giving birth to her second baby brother, she was up all night trying to find out what happened to her online. She managed to hack her way into a low-security database, and saw her mother's name appear on the list of the dead. She remembers sobbing her heart out and hating her baby brother for what he did. She managed to conceal her feelings in order to avoid hurting her father (and to avoid getting caught hacking) and from that day forward, she wore a mask at almost all times.

By age 13, she was designing her own improvements to open source software, and was making a name for her screen-name online. She'd hacked into websites for entertainment, staying up far too late on her laptop, playing with code. She focused on mathematics and electronics in school, and hated history and English with a passion.

Then, in her sixteenth year - her second to last year at the school - her brother was beaten up by a local bully for the last time. She secretly plotted the head bullies death. She made crude bugs to plant inside his desk at the school, and even managed to slip one in his backpack. She heard the bully talk about a gang meeting at the train station, and took that as her opportunity. She managed to, with a rudimentary knowledge of lock-picking and burglary derived from dubious online forums, break into the control house for the station, and hacked her way into the computer based switches for the trains. She set up the virus on the computers, finished her preparations and left long before the bullies arrived. When the 11:20 train came screaming down the tracks, she triggered her preparations: the train switched tracks, struck the head bully, and a nearby scheduling screen flashed red and text scrolled across it: STOP. STOP. OR IT WILL HAPPEN AGAIN. LIVE AND LET LIVE OR ELSE. The bullies were terrified; she was pleased. One dead, the rest frightened, and little Johnny would be safe.

Unfortunately - or fortunately, as the case may be - she was caught. The investigators of the 'accident' found her on a security system camera from a nearby building, but just as they filed their report with the government, the fledgling secret police discovered it, and recruited her. She had little choice. If she hadn't joined, she'd have been caught and tried for murder.

From that point on, the government orchestrated her life. Her grades in school were kept stellar (including her usually abysmal English courses). She was tutored every night with a secure connection in the government's own courses, and taught by one of the best computer hackers in the business just how to do what she did. When she graduated school, she was given a job at the Data Collection Department. Overtly, this was a department for the census, for tax records and all things dull and bureaucratic. In actuality, this was a branch of the Secret Police, focusing on a very different kind of data: information on dissenters and spies. She was trained ruthlessly there, spending hours studying and working with her computer until late in the night, followed by other espionage tactics and martial arts beginning every morning at dawn. She grew to love it, and settled into work there.

Family:Two brothers, one currently in the Capital city. Father living, mother dead. She's married to Seamus Kinney, another agent, with one child, Erin. Erin is four years old, and spends almost all her time with a hired nanny. Seamus is currently overseas, following up on a mission with a particularly difficult politician, who persists in sending dangerous literature back into the country. She occasionally plays host to her youngest brother when he visits the city, but only as a part of keeping up the charade. She still hates him. Her father is getting on in years, and spends most of his time at a club in the factory town where he raised his children.

Orientation: Straight.
Status: Married. Occasionally unfaithful in the line of duty, but as per an agreement with Seamus when they married. She suspects he may be unfaithful more often than is strictly necessary.
Current situation: Tanya is working for the DCD in two fashions. Overtly, she is a server maintenance technician and programmer. Covertly, she organizes quite a lot of its computer based espionage. She is married with one child, and spends almost all her time on the job. She is somewhat senior in the organization (although it's always a little hard to tell, in the convoluted and secrecy bound hierarchy of the Secret Police). She visits her brother regularly, and is disturbed to find him attending - merely for intellectual stimulation, he tells her - politic oriented meetings. She has personally caused the deaths of over twenty people, and has facilitated more than three hundred.
Skills Tanya is a gifted hacker, and nearly a decade of experience working for the secret police. She doesn't kill people often, but has no qualms about helping others end the lives of those she believes are harming the serenity of the nation. She is a passable martial artists, a near perfect liar (the only thing that sometimes gets through her shields is her emotions) and has a smattering of practically everything else: electronics, ballistics, document forging, and even sniping. If she needed it, she probably picked it up. She is completely incompetent at rhetoric though, knows almost no history, has only been outside the country once and hated it, and sometimes she lets her emotions take control of her vocal cords.
At a glance, personality: Tanya always wears a mask. She and her brother both are very good at hiding their feelings, but Tanya is truly gifted at it. You'll see whatever she wants to you to see. However, the one personality she uses most in public is a fun-loving, cheerful and dedicated computer programmer. In the secret police, she's generally seen as a vicious, sometimes emotional, gifted and duplicitous women whom you don't want to cross.
True personality: Tanya has a vicious streak. She is insanely protective of her family, her country, and her friends. She views everything she does in the Secret Police as protecting the country she loves from dissidents and dangerous radicals. Although she's had doubts in the past about her occupation (and isn't sure if she could betray her own brother to the government), she has no compunction about killing others. On the other hand, she loves her country and her job. She feels blessed everyday she spends doing something she thinks is truly worthwhile and useful. Plus, it's a challenge, and great fun. She is fun-loving in the time she spends away from work. She's not the couch potato type: she goes to movies, hikes, dances, parties fairly hard for a thirty-year old, and generally tries to fill her life with as many experiences as possible.

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About Me:

Username: Artesian (call me Arty if you like)
Roleplaying Level: Well, I'm a fairly new to roleplaying - just a handful of them, really - but I've been writing for eight years now. Altogether, on three books, I've written over two hundred thousand words. I am a literate roleplayer, but may write a post as short as a seven sentence paragraph, if that's what's needed to move the RP along. Also, I am very interested in improving my grammar (although it's already excellent, if I do say so myself). If you catch a mistake, please be a grammar nazi and tell me! I really appreciate knowing.

[Vespur]

[ @erica: it looks fine. :3 I'll add you ]

[ @galaxier: no, I don't mind. Would you like me to elaborate on the details? The fontmeme stuff are song lyrics [the song being at the very bottom of the page], and if you read them I think you can surmise what section is for what. :3 ]

[.well thank you. though on second thought I might make a female for the roleplay sence I have seen a lot of males. sorry. haha. thank you again and I hope by tonight I will have a bit in for you, and the rest tomorrow sence I am heading somewhere tomorrow. (: ]