Post by Roman Orlov on Aug 18, 2008 10:06:42 GMT -5
;; fundamentals
full name
;; Roman Patrick Orlov
nickname
;; Olli, Roe
birthday
;; 27th September
age;;
32
Year;;
N/A
sexual orientation
;; Pansexual
job
;; Science Teacher
Clique
;; N/A
;; appearance
general
;; Standing at a large 6'3", Roman is a man to be reckoned with. His body is powerfully muscular, strengthened by years of body building. Scars litter his arms, chest and back from countless years of running through harsh terrain. Two, small round scars find a home where Roman’s shoulder and neck join, on the left side.
Short dark hair sprouts from his scalp, often unkempt. His green blue eyes are normally covered by sunglasses that have 4 slits in each ‘face’. He keeps his face clean shaven as he dislikes the itching sensation of facial hair. There’s a crook in his nose near the bridge where it had been broken in a fight.
Roman usually wears casual clothing. Over his torso is usually a white wife beater with an old jacket over the top. His legs are covered by old, torn jeans. The jeans are held up by a thick belt, on which some of his pens and other writing untensils are placed. Leather boots that reach to his calves are held to his feet and legs by numerous buckles.
favorite
+His hair
+His torso
hate
-His eyes
-His scars
heritage
German, Russian, English and Spanish
ethnicity;;
Caucasian
;; personality
general
;; Quiet Roman:
Roman is one of those quiet guys who likes to keep to himself. He doesn’t talk about his past and would rather forget about it. In fact… he doesn’t talk about himself that much at all. Instead, he watches and listens, paying attention to the details that are all around him. He also pays attention to the atmosphere of a room or area.
Angry Roman:
When Roman is angry, he becomes really pissed off. If he’s dealing with students, he becomes cold and dismisses their presence. He’ll rarely attack other people, though if someone is especially annoying him, he’ll let them know they’re doing something wrong.
Kind Roman:
Despite his outward coldness, Roman can be kind. The thing that stops him is the fact that he’s afraid to get close to anyone. He doesn’t want someone to be used to get to him. It just doesn’t sit well with him. If an innocent were to ask for help, say a little girl trying to save her cat from a tree, then Roman would try and help without looking too unmanly about it.
Loving Roman:
This side has only ever been shown to one person and one person alone. Roman is extremely gentle and often quite quiet when in this mood. He will often stare at the person who invoked the feeling, stroking their hair or running his fingers over their face. It is unlikely that this side will ever surface again after Roman had his heart shattered.
hobbies
+Singing
+Playing Rugby league football
+Testing chemical reactions
dislikes
-Bright lights
-Getting close to people
-Snooty students
-Messing up a chemicals
-Strict teachers
likes
+Eating
+Dark places
+Sleeping
+Working out
+Smoking
;; origins
general
;;Born in a small village in Russia, Roman was an only child. He grew up as a healthy child with loving parents. He had a good education, good food to eat, a warm bed to sleep in, clean clothes to wear. What else could a boy ask for?
Coming to his teens, Roman began to wonder about on his own. His parents didn’t think it unusual for a boy to want to have time to himself. During one of his little wanders one night, Roman came to the conclusion that he wanted to be a teacher. He liked working with people, regardless of age and his usually quiet self. He was patient enough to sit down and explain stuff and he was a grade A student in almost all of his classes.
As soon as Roman hit college, he took up all the required classes to become a teacher and even went through the pains of learning two new languages. To help pay off his debts, Roman took on the job as a waiter at a local restaurant. 4 grueling years of studying, exams, more studying, working and yet more exams, Roman graduated from college. At the age of 22, he took a year off to find better work before taking on his career as a teacher.
After leaving his job as a waiter, Roman became a domestic worker, looking after the household and children of a high class family in a nearby city. He also taught the children what languages he knew, both literature and verbal. This job lasted around a year or so before Roman took up teaching in the city.
During this time, Roman met an English woman named Zandra. They got chatting and eventually they started dating. Roman couldn't believe his life had turned for such a good direction. After dating for 2 years, Zandra moved in with Roman. It was only a year after Zandra had moved in that she fell pregnant. Roman couldn't have been happier
Late the next year, Maria was born. She took her mother's surname as her first language would be English. Roman was the happiest man on earth.
However, such fairytales weren't to last.
Only two years after that, the year Roman turned 29, he found that Zandra had been cheating on him. He felt his heart shatter into a thousand little fragments. Unable to live in the same place where there were too many memories, Roman took their daughter and moved.
He eventually settled down in Sunny Boulevard early this month, acquiring a job as a science teacher.
parents
Father: Oleg Orlov
Mother: Anya Orlov
siblings
N/A
other;;
Daughter: Maria Adison
;; roleplaying
sample
;;She crouched by the pond’s edge, her spear leaning lazily against her shoulder. The fog had risen some minutes ago, as if to greet the dusk of the marshlands. A dragonfly absently buzzed around her head landing on her cheek briefly before darting off. Her dark brown eyes lazily looked in and among the old, white trees, looking for any signal of danger from her fellow watchmen. Nothing but the movement of hovering insects registered.
Soon, a tap on her shoulder told her it was time to leave. She stood, her knees cracking as she did. A soft smile graced her lips at the girl she was switching with before she began to slowly jog through the marshes. She was unusually tired today. The days had grown long with the coming of summer, the humidity picking up. But that’s what she loved about this country. Only her people could truly survive here.
She hummed softly, an old song that fit in time with her jog. The wafting scents of roasting fowl and marsh fish were already in her senses, even though the camp was all but a fair distance away. But that didn’t bother her. The old, watery path she trod was familiar to her. It hardly ever changed, even with the seasonal floods, and if she followed it like she had done many times before, she would arrive to a warm ring of friends and family about a roaring hearth.
Chancing a glance backwards along the path, she spotted a bobbing head of fire. Her feet stopped, her brows frowning. That was odd… none of the watchmen lit fires out in the wilderness like that… It attracted too much attention. Something must be wrong. Maybe someone had lost something? She glanced back at the bright light of the camp hearth before turning back in the direction of the bobbing head of fire.
She jogged faster now, breathing kept deep and even. Her feet only touched dry land when possible to avoid noise. Leaping over a low, white branch, the woman landed into a crouching position, stopping to listen to her surroundings. Nothing moved, not even the playful dragonflies. A shiver ran up her spine, fear striking into her heart.
“Oh no. Not now, not that the summer has come” she whispered hoarsely. A snapping over an old, moulding branch caught her attention. Her head whipped around, eyes darting about to inspect what it was. A small gasp left her lips, her dark eyes widening at what she saw.
;; behind the character
name
;;Ramok, TJ, Komar... whatever you want to call me.
years roleplaying
;;3 1/2 years
location
;;Western Australia
How You found us
;;An RPG directory (forgot which one ^^;
