Post by SPARROW on Mar 14, 2015 19:43:09 GMT
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Nikolai Vensezlav Petrov
Basic Information
Nicknames: He doesn't question, nor acknowledge, what people call him.
Age: 32 years old.
Birthday: 29th October 1983.
Gender: Male.
Orientation: Pansexual.
Hometown: New Orleans, Louisiana.
Job: Refer to the Job list!
Species: Fire manipulator.
Face Claim: Daniel Gillies.
Recent Character: @ame.
Age: 32 years old.
Birthday: 29th October 1983.
Gender: Male.
Orientation: Pansexual.
Hometown: New Orleans, Louisiana.
Job: Refer to the Job list!
Species: Fire manipulator.
Face Claim: Daniel Gillies.
Recent Character: @ame.
Essential Information
Appearance: On terms of appearance, Nikolai could certainly be classed as quite the looker; if only another to add the collection hoarded here at Free Rein. On terms of facial composition, he sports fine, darkly toned brown irises, that more-or-less appear black in most levels of light, among the dark colouration littered several flecks of various brown shades. With an jawline emphasised by the sharp curvature of his cheekbones, he usually maintains a good amount of subtle, and wields fairly average, if not a little thick, lips. Hair a shade of dark brown, it is usually kept gelled upwards, somewhat short, his eyesbrows sharing a similar tone.
Personality: When it comes to personality, however, Nikolai's attractive facial composition and muscular frame barely portray half of what is hidden beneath. The first and foremost trait to note, and be wary of, is his natural adoration for fire, and whilst part of that deal comes alongside being a manipulator for the heated element, his obsession over it goes much further. As such, his obsessive nature has crafted him into something of a pyromaniac, wielding insane urges to create and set fire to things, which, undoubtedly, never ends well after being angered or pressured under strong emotions. He also wields an unhealthy habit of hoarding Dobermans, and through breeding them, also earns quite a bit of money through that, with a variation of their colourations. Alongside that, however, he wields very much a complex array of traits. On terms of positive minglings within said personality, he sports a determined mindset, above all else, unwilling to allow the slightest thing to sway him from what he believes in, or what he believes to be right (which usually isn't the right thing). Decisive and fearless, his self-disciplined ways have induced a certain vulgular, but quick-witted, nature about him, and when he does open his mouth in an insult, you can be sure that it won't stop at the one. In spite of that, he can be rather inventive, pioneering and philosophical with his words, given the vast majority of the time. His ambition, paired with the large sum of money in the bank account, often cause him jealousy when others have more than him, and he's willing to preform murder if it means being on top. Dominant, in a sense. When it comes to negative traits, however, he certainly has plenty more. Alongside being a pyromaniac, as previously expressed and described, he wields an unhindered pride, or alternatively, is just remarkably stubborn, especially when it comes to defending said pride. Arrogant and cantankerous, he isn't afraid to spill blood in the slightest, especially when it comes to remaining on top; he can be cruel, compulsive and deceitful when it comes to such dominant means. A Machiavellian by all accounts, his obsessive ways purely stick with fire and Dobermans, for when it comes to women, he is remarkably detached. He hates to stick with one woman for too long, and is all for one night stands, flings, going behind a boyfriend or husbands back, among other more... Violent measures.
History:
Mother: Erinne Fountaine.
Father: Ivan Petrov.
Half brothers: Reese Fountaine, Tyler Petrov.
Half sister: Amai Fountaine, Dallas Petrov.
Throughout the course of his former life, especially during his earliest years, he was never to receive stable ground beneath his feet, which may provide some form of justification for his complex personality basis. Conceived as a result of a woman conducting her second affair, and placing the father under false assumption that the child was his, the timing of the pregnancy was never questioned, though there was a faint suspicion forever present after the state of the pair's previous child, Reese Fountaine, who was also the result of an affair, and beaten as a result. Though the vast majority of their father's anger was placed into his older half-brother, there were several instances in which Nikolai received a similar treatment, if only for brief instances; he never understood such treatment of his eldest brother, though whenever he would question it, he received a beating alongside him. Hence, he learnt to watch from the sidelines, and even began to take enjoyment out of observing the pain, and though he never sought to show it, there was something pleasurable within his brother's eyes as he was beaten. Harnessing his abilities, though keeping them contained so as not to be excluded, or thought odd, his mother discussed the affair with him at the early age of nine; instructed him not to enlighten his father. And from that moment, he always wanted, no, needed, to know where he was from, and where he belonged. He longed to know who he truly was. School was very much average, most never noticing the plight of the half-siblings until Nikolai had grown to the age of ten. At such a point, it began to be noticed through none other than Reese, the target of their father's anger.
As the child protective agency surfaced, the fault of his older brother, the family quite literally was broken to pieces. In the flurry of motion and blaring lights, the children were removed from the property, and their fearful faces were the last thing he saw before the car doors closed; that was the final thing he saw of his former family. Everything was thrown into chaos; the young boy was plunged head-first into utter confusion and fright, and nearing his pre-teen stage, he bounced from foster home to foster home, and mysteriously, most incidents somehow happened to involved flames. They fascinated him, even at a young age. Matches, candles, sparklers; anything he could get his hands on, he would use it, and would just stare into the blaze of light. He wouldn't burn himself, despite directly touching the flames. The prospect only sought to baffle his foster parents, and the adoption centre alike. Only when he reached the age of fifteen did he, in actuality, secure a place in a household.
It wasn't a particularly stable family, fairly dysfunctional at that, though after years of misplacement and perpetual change, he settled himself in as quickly as he could, vowing to keep his abilities on the down low, so as to prevent trouble. They were fairly rich too, so money was never a concern. School was a whole different matter; incessantly quiet, distant, and never really doing anything above average in his classes, he got by on what little knowledge he retained, though as he grew, he began to realize its importance and worked harder. He struggled on through the school years, and as soon as he was considered a free man, he sought to chase his desire to discover his half-family. The internet was, no doubt, a powerful thing, for it barely took long for him to discover the rough whereabouts of their placement, and he upped out of his foster family and left for where he believed his half-family resided. Let's leave out the little fact that he stole everything he could from his foster family's bank account, shall we? Hell, it wasn't as if they needed it any more than he did, or at least, that was how he thought about it, however untrue the statement was.
However, as fate would have it, he was too late. Their former residence was now taken over by some single mother and her bratty little six year old, to which he despised, even in the brief five minute encounter. Asking around, he discovered that his biological father had, indeed, died, though he never truly found what the cause was outside rumours. Petrov. That was their family name. No, that was his family name. As such, he took up what he believed to be his real identity, Nikolai Petrov (has a nice ring to it, eh?). It was there his obsession with Dobermans began, after having heard talk of his biological father having had dobermans in the past; if it drew him a step closer to being normal, like said father, he was all for it. And, if only out of curiosity, he left in pursuit of them, the funds so deftly taken from his foster family having him easily being able to afford the trip. It was almost as a prolonged holiday might have been; throughout he took pleasure in various women, though never stayed with one for more than a few nights, reluctant to even get into a relationship. It wasn't that he was afraid, or had commitment issues, no; it was simply due to the fact that he believed he had bigger things to worry about.
He strived in such a manner for several years, sometimes catching on to the occasional job, though his stolen funds were to last him much longer. His attention swayed, and instead swelled on his Doberman obsession and women alike, though the two would honestly not be akin to anyone within the right mind. Again, he never stuck with one feminine for too long, though this time, he did it out of habit as a pose to justification. He bought himself an oversized house, the space pointless, if not only for his growing swarm of canids, which he honestly didn't need, but wanted all the same - when he wanted something, he'd always find ways of getting it. For he acknowledged the fact that men spent their lives avoid danger; he'd give his life for what he wanted. He always would.
Personality: When it comes to personality, however, Nikolai's attractive facial composition and muscular frame barely portray half of what is hidden beneath. The first and foremost trait to note, and be wary of, is his natural adoration for fire, and whilst part of that deal comes alongside being a manipulator for the heated element, his obsession over it goes much further. As such, his obsessive nature has crafted him into something of a pyromaniac, wielding insane urges to create and set fire to things, which, undoubtedly, never ends well after being angered or pressured under strong emotions. He also wields an unhealthy habit of hoarding Dobermans, and through breeding them, also earns quite a bit of money through that, with a variation of their colourations. Alongside that, however, he wields very much a complex array of traits. On terms of positive minglings within said personality, he sports a determined mindset, above all else, unwilling to allow the slightest thing to sway him from what he believes in, or what he believes to be right (which usually isn't the right thing). Decisive and fearless, his self-disciplined ways have induced a certain vulgular, but quick-witted, nature about him, and when he does open his mouth in an insult, you can be sure that it won't stop at the one. In spite of that, he can be rather inventive, pioneering and philosophical with his words, given the vast majority of the time. His ambition, paired with the large sum of money in the bank account, often cause him jealousy when others have more than him, and he's willing to preform murder if it means being on top. Dominant, in a sense. When it comes to negative traits, however, he certainly has plenty more. Alongside being a pyromaniac, as previously expressed and described, he wields an unhindered pride, or alternatively, is just remarkably stubborn, especially when it comes to defending said pride. Arrogant and cantankerous, he isn't afraid to spill blood in the slightest, especially when it comes to remaining on top; he can be cruel, compulsive and deceitful when it comes to such dominant means. A Machiavellian by all accounts, his obsessive ways purely stick with fire and Dobermans, for when it comes to women, he is remarkably detached. He hates to stick with one woman for too long, and is all for one night stands, flings, going behind a boyfriend or husbands back, among other more... Violent measures.
History:
Mother: Erinne Fountaine.
Father: Ivan Petrov.
Half brothers: Reese Fountaine, Tyler Petrov.
Half sister: Amai Fountaine, Dallas Petrov.
Throughout the course of his former life, especially during his earliest years, he was never to receive stable ground beneath his feet, which may provide some form of justification for his complex personality basis. Conceived as a result of a woman conducting her second affair, and placing the father under false assumption that the child was his, the timing of the pregnancy was never questioned, though there was a faint suspicion forever present after the state of the pair's previous child, Reese Fountaine, who was also the result of an affair, and beaten as a result. Though the vast majority of their father's anger was placed into his older half-brother, there were several instances in which Nikolai received a similar treatment, if only for brief instances; he never understood such treatment of his eldest brother, though whenever he would question it, he received a beating alongside him. Hence, he learnt to watch from the sidelines, and even began to take enjoyment out of observing the pain, and though he never sought to show it, there was something pleasurable within his brother's eyes as he was beaten. Harnessing his abilities, though keeping them contained so as not to be excluded, or thought odd, his mother discussed the affair with him at the early age of nine; instructed him not to enlighten his father. And from that moment, he always wanted, no, needed, to know where he was from, and where he belonged. He longed to know who he truly was. School was very much average, most never noticing the plight of the half-siblings until Nikolai had grown to the age of ten. At such a point, it began to be noticed through none other than Reese, the target of their father's anger.
As the child protective agency surfaced, the fault of his older brother, the family quite literally was broken to pieces. In the flurry of motion and blaring lights, the children were removed from the property, and their fearful faces were the last thing he saw before the car doors closed; that was the final thing he saw of his former family. Everything was thrown into chaos; the young boy was plunged head-first into utter confusion and fright, and nearing his pre-teen stage, he bounced from foster home to foster home, and mysteriously, most incidents somehow happened to involved flames. They fascinated him, even at a young age. Matches, candles, sparklers; anything he could get his hands on, he would use it, and would just stare into the blaze of light. He wouldn't burn himself, despite directly touching the flames. The prospect only sought to baffle his foster parents, and the adoption centre alike. Only when he reached the age of fifteen did he, in actuality, secure a place in a household.
It wasn't a particularly stable family, fairly dysfunctional at that, though after years of misplacement and perpetual change, he settled himself in as quickly as he could, vowing to keep his abilities on the down low, so as to prevent trouble. They were fairly rich too, so money was never a concern. School was a whole different matter; incessantly quiet, distant, and never really doing anything above average in his classes, he got by on what little knowledge he retained, though as he grew, he began to realize its importance and worked harder. He struggled on through the school years, and as soon as he was considered a free man, he sought to chase his desire to discover his half-family. The internet was, no doubt, a powerful thing, for it barely took long for him to discover the rough whereabouts of their placement, and he upped out of his foster family and left for where he believed his half-family resided. Let's leave out the little fact that he stole everything he could from his foster family's bank account, shall we? Hell, it wasn't as if they needed it any more than he did, or at least, that was how he thought about it, however untrue the statement was.
However, as fate would have it, he was too late. Their former residence was now taken over by some single mother and her bratty little six year old, to which he despised, even in the brief five minute encounter. Asking around, he discovered that his biological father had, indeed, died, though he never truly found what the cause was outside rumours. Petrov. That was their family name. No, that was his family name. As such, he took up what he believed to be his real identity, Nikolai Petrov (has a nice ring to it, eh?). It was there his obsession with Dobermans began, after having heard talk of his biological father having had dobermans in the past; if it drew him a step closer to being normal, like said father, he was all for it. And, if only out of curiosity, he left in pursuit of them, the funds so deftly taken from his foster family having him easily being able to afford the trip. It was almost as a prolonged holiday might have been; throughout he took pleasure in various women, though never stayed with one for more than a few nights, reluctant to even get into a relationship. It wasn't that he was afraid, or had commitment issues, no; it was simply due to the fact that he believed he had bigger things to worry about.
He strived in such a manner for several years, sometimes catching on to the occasional job, though his stolen funds were to last him much longer. His attention swayed, and instead swelled on his Doberman obsession and women alike, though the two would honestly not be akin to anyone within the right mind. Again, he never stuck with one feminine for too long, though this time, he did it out of habit as a pose to justification. He bought himself an oversized house, the space pointless, if not only for his growing swarm of canids, which he honestly didn't need, but wanted all the same - when he wanted something, he'd always find ways of getting it. For he acknowledged the fact that men spent their lives avoid danger; he'd give his life for what he wanted. He always would.
Pets
Use this for any pets your character might have. Copy and paste the form provided here!
Note that Nikolai has an unhealthy obsession with Dobermans, and has taken advantage of that, considering they sell for a good amount. As a result, he has earned himself quite the collection of his favoured canids. And, no, he does not castrate any of his males, hence meaning that he regularly gets litters of puppies, which, in turn, he usually sells. No harm in keeping one every so often, though, right? Heh, wrong, but don't tell him that. He takes good enough care of them all, don't you worry.
Name: Aelernitas (x).
Species: Dog.
Breed: Doberman.
Color: Blue with tan points.
Age/Gender: Nine year old unaltered female.
Name: Devereaux (x).
Species: Dog.
Breed: Doberman.
Color: Standard black with tan points.
Age/Gender: Five year old unneutered male.
Name: Shikoba (x).
Species: Dog.
Breed: Doberman.
Color: Standard black with brown points.
Age/Gender: Five year old unaltered female.
Name: Petturi (x).
Species: Dog.
Breed: Doberman.
Color: Fawn with tan points.
Age/Gender: Three year old unneutered male.
Name: Iskierka (x).
Species: Dog.
Breed: Doberman.
Color: Red with tan points.
Age/Gender: Three year old unaltered female.
Name: Erikandel. (x).
Species: Dog.
Breed: Doberman.
Color: Albino.
Age/Gender: Two year old unneutered male.
Name: Naujicca (x).
Species: Dog.
Breed: Doberman.
Color: Melanistic.
Age/Gender: Three month old unaltered female.
Name: Nytocris (x).
Species: Dog.
Breed: Doberman.
Color: Red with tan points.
Age/Gender: Two month old unaltered female.
Note that Nikolai has an unhealthy obsession with Dobermans, and has taken advantage of that, considering they sell for a good amount. As a result, he has earned himself quite the collection of his favoured canids. And, no, he does not castrate any of his males, hence meaning that he regularly gets litters of puppies, which, in turn, he usually sells. No harm in keeping one every so often, though, right? Heh, wrong, but don't tell him that. He takes good enough care of them all, don't you worry.
Name: Aelernitas (x).
Species: Dog.
Breed: Doberman.
Color: Blue with tan points.
Age/Gender: Nine year old unaltered female.
Name: Devereaux (x).
Species: Dog.
Breed: Doberman.
Color: Standard black with tan points.
Age/Gender: Five year old unneutered male.
Name: Shikoba (x).
Species: Dog.
Breed: Doberman.
Color: Standard black with brown points.
Age/Gender: Five year old unaltered female.
Name: Petturi (x).
Species: Dog.
Breed: Doberman.
Color: Fawn with tan points.
Age/Gender: Three year old unneutered male.
Name: Iskierka (x).
Species: Dog.
Breed: Doberman.
Color: Red with tan points.
Age/Gender: Three year old unaltered female.
Name: Erikandel. (x).
Species: Dog.
Breed: Doberman.
Color: Albino.
Age/Gender: Two year old unneutered male.
Name: Naujicca (x).
Species: Dog.
Breed: Doberman.
Color: Melanistic.
Age/Gender: Three month old unaltered female.
Name: Nytocris (x).
Species: Dog.
Breed: Doberman.
Color: Red with tan points.
Age/Gender: Two month old unaltered female.
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