Post by sezzy on Jan 30, 2012 1:11:09 GMT -5
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LET THE WHOLE THING BLOW
B A S I C I N F O
★ NAME: Sasha Lyovovich Mikhailov
★ NICKNAME: Lyov or Mikhail, he hates his first name because it sounds feminine.
★ MEMBER GROUP: Team Rocket gijinka
★ POKEMON: Aerodactyl
★ AGE: Twenty-two years old
★ HEIGHT: 6'1
★ WEIGHT: 167 pounds
★ FACE CLAIM: Gokudera Hayato from Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
★ APPEARANCE:
A daring man must have a daring appearance, no? Of course not. But in this case, yes. With natural silver hair and pale skin, Sasha is rather noticeable. His hair tends to be rather messy and unruly, never to be tamed by horrid gels. His skin is pale, as if he has never once stepped into the harmful rays of the sunlight.
Sasha is a rather tall man, with a lanky body. Despite his tall stature, muscles line his figure. His biceps are chiseled to perfection, his shoulders broad and his abs rather attractive. His body is toned from working out, of course. Swimming, running, fighting, all that good stuff has made Sasha the manly beast he is today.
Sasha, of course has special features to his appearance (Besides his pale skin and silver hair). Earrings line his ears, the piercings taking up any space available. Sasha is rather in love with piercings and tattoos, you see. His navel is pierced, along with his tongue and nose (Although he hardly wears his tongue and nose ring, for they cause uncomfort). Sasha has a large tribal tattoo on his back, along with a few other tattoos littering his body. Sasha most predominant feature are his emerald green eyes, that hold a rather devilish ethereal light.
Like any other 'human' being, Sasha wears clothesDAMN. Sasha has no particular style that he goes for, he just buys things that he finds appealing. Sasha does, however, slight lean towards the punk side. He like ripped jeans and dark clothes, chain necklaces and spiked bracelets.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
★ POSITIVE:
- Affectionate
- Active
- Ambitious
- Charismatic
- Confident
- Dependable
- Fearless
- Daring
- Energetic
- Loyal
- Persevering
- Talkative
- Skilled
★ NEGATIVE:
- Childish
- Dense
- Hot-Headed
- Argumentative
- Annoyed
- Bossy
- Clumsy
- Ruthless
- Conceited
- Critical
- Dangerous
- Blunt
- Impatient
★ HABITS, QUIRKS:
- Sasha loves sharp objects, he even sharpens his nails and teeth.
- Sasha only kills by slashing necks (Because Aerodactyl's kill by tearing necks)
- Sasha hates disorganization and messy places. He will often first ramble on and on how messy it is and the clean it until it is up to his standards.
- Sasha always has a cigarette with him. He happens to be a chain-smoker and proud of it.
- When nervous or embarrassed, Sasha will usually begin to fidget and play with his earrings.
★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Stubborn as a mule and has a mouth of one too. These words can simply explain Sasha. Sasha tends to be loud and stubborn, along with hot-headed. Sasha is easily angered, yelling with fury easily. Sasha is like a bomb just waiting to explode, already lit and everything.
Sasha is a proud man. Arrogant could be his middle name. Sasha loves to gloat and brag about everything he succeeds at and doesn't care if you want to hear it or not. Despite his arrogance and slight narcissism, Sasha is dependable and will always get the job done.
Sasha does have a... cute side, if that is what you would call it. To others it is more of an.... Annoying side. Sasha tends to be clingy and affectionate, often hugging and tackling others with joy (If he is in a good mood, of course). Sasha is a big fan of skin-ship and isn't afraid to show it. Sasha also tends to be rather childish. Sasha asks stupid questions all the time and he secretly loves to play with children's toys. This full-grown man isn't the brightest bulb and he tends to be rather dense and, to put it bluntly, stupid. Despite Sasha's stupidity, he holds other traits of a preschooler. With endless energy and burning charisma, Sasha will do stuff no one else will do without a worry or care. Confidence runs through his blood and it is almost impossible for you to embarrass him. Of course, this is one thing that easily embarrasses Sasha. Sasha is clumsy and it almost seems like he has two left feet. He trips down stairs almost everyday and is known for tripping over flat ground. If someone happens to see this (Which isn't uncommon) you will see this pale boy turn bright red in a mere instant.
Putting the cute side away, Sasha has another side to his enigma of a personality. Sasha is easily annoyed, along with argumentative. It seems that he purposely gets into arguments, merely because of a small annoyance. Sasha is also dangerous. He does have gijinka blood running through him, blood of a wild beast. Sasha is ruthless in everything he does, no matter who you are. Sasha has killed and he isn't afraid to do it again.
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H I S T O R Y
- Sasha was born to a rather wealthy and well-off family. Sasha was know as the neighborhood firework, for his bad temper usually went off in a snap. Sasha wasn't the best in a school, due to his natural stupidity. However, Sasha was known for making quick bonds with most pokemon, as if he could speak their language.
- Sasha became further interested with pokemon, to the point of wanting the be one. Being the only child in his family, his parents spoiled him rotten. Sasha, when he was only fourteen, obtained black market Aerodactyl DNA. His own DNA was soon fused with the pokemon DNA.
- Sasha's family attempted to cover up the infomation of the DNA fusion, but they were obviously having a tough time. Sasha soon met some Team Rocket members and he was easily recruited, hoping to get the pressure off of his parents shoulders.
- At the age of sixteen, Sasha joined Team Rocket and has worked for their cause ever since. Sasha is well-known throughout the company and he is usually quite respected (Sometimes even feared). Sasha is devoted to Team Rocket, thus earning respect. Sasha is also merciless in every manner, making him a person to be feared.
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P L A Y E R I N F O
★ OOC NAME: Sezzy
★ AGE: Twenty or something
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: Nope!
★ RP SAMPLE:
Character: Marisela Dieudonne, lioness. Hope this is ok!
Marisela had yet to notice the scent that fumed from the king. Heh. He reeked of Vega, Marisela's dear old grandmother. "I can't help but wonder, does my dear granny Vega sing this gruesome lullaby to you?" Marisela stood proudly, a coy little grin upon her maw. Oh, how this was fun. Before the lurid man could even speak of his name, another devilishly handsome male appeared before her. Oh! The scars! The broken flesh! He was gorgeous! How Marisela would have loved to rip his hide into millions of tiny pieces! As he approached, Marisela felt a surge of unknown familiarity. As the scarred man sat himself close to Marisela, she knew in that single instant. A purr erupted from her throat, her bittersweet eyes narrowing.
"Bonne journée, Aztec Mordecai." French accent curled around his name in the most alluring of tones, her oculars locking onto the dashing male for a moment, before turning her gaze towards her dear cousin. "My my, Nazaire, I simply must compliment your scar choice! Parfait! Magnifique! Although, I think you could use a tad bit more on your stomach, no?" Marisela observed the marks in his flesh with a critics eyes. Marisela turned her scrutiny over towards Aztec. "Tsk tsk, you could use a few more too, cher. I like my kings maimed." Of course, Marisela, much like most of her relatives, yearned for more battle scars, more pain. More flesh. More blood. Marisela was soon awoken from her dream when her cousin spoke. A chuckle emerged from Marisela's jaws. "Dear cousin, isn't he though?"
As yet another male arrived, Marisela couldn't help but feel...A deep bond. Deeper than what she had felt when Nazaire arrived. "Oh? My branch, cousin? My great grandmother was Lorelie while my great grandfather is unknown. My grandmother, Aztec I think you know her, Vega. Grandfather is Rasputin...Bastard. My mother is Isabella and I come from the loins of Renozuri." Marisela examined her well-sharped claws as she spoke in a rather casual tone, eventually glancing up at the kings. Marisela's serpentine eyes soon drifted over to the king that arrived recently. After he spoke, Marisela couldn't help but give a laugh. Oh mother, you whore. "Half-brother, bonjour. You have another half-sibling, my brother, Methuselah. Don't know where he is, ce salaud, probably taking innocent lives. Without me. Ha." Marisela rolled her eyes and soon sat herself down once more.
"My, I feel ever so complimented! Three kings, going after me?" Sarcasm ran through her voice like a venom, eyes narrowing as a coy little smirk ran amok on her lips. "Oh, it's not good to put a lady in distress! Such a difficult decision... Shall I go with the dashing lion who smells of my dear granny, my handsome cousin, or my darling half-brother?" Marisela gave a loud sigh, over dramatic as she flamboyantly acted like a maiden in distress. "Perhaps a question will dispel my anxiety? Yes, a question... Will there be power, a high rank, eventually or immediately available to me?" Hunger appeared in her demented pumpkin optics as they narrowed to slits and went from one male to another. Oh, how fun this was!
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★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
CLEAR AND TRUE
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