IVASHKOV, Requiem {ND}

[requiem]

Requiem DevonIvashkov
A player who breaks to many hearts.....
He knows how because his own heart is broken.

ALIAS ?! Ri
EXPERIENCE ?! Six years
HOW YOU FOUND US ?! ....By Magic?
OTHER CHARACTERS ?! Valoel
HOW TO REACH YOU ?! PM

FULL NAME ?! Requiem Devon Ivashkov
NICKNAMES ?! R, or Re
AGE ?! Eighteen
GENDER ?! Male
SEXUALITY ?! Straight
SPECIES ?! Moroi
ELEMENT ?! Fire
GROUP ?! Moroi - Student

PLAY BY ?! Alex Pettyfer
OVERALL ?!
Requiem has longish blonde hair that falls into his eyes and brushes the collar of his shirt. His oval shaped face is usually blank of any expression. His eyes are dark, brooding things. His eyes are the darkest of icy blue, with green flecks. His nose is small, above his pale lips. Requiem is tall, around six feet five inches of muscle and pure male arrogance. He weighs around a hundred and thirty pounds, which is all muscle because he doesn't believe in fat. Lean, and muscled well Requiem is every girl's naughty dreams.

He has a tattoo on his back. It's a skull with flames coming up behind it. It's evil looking, but he loves the tattoo. With the flames, it shows his element. Another tattoo is a six-sided star on his left arm. It is pure blue, with darker navy around the edges. Alas, the scars on his figure are small. There is small cut on the area of his left cheek. A couple small scars are on his knuckles, from the time where he punched in the glass and cut up his knuckles. The last one is a scar across his torso from where he came close to being killed by a strigoi.

LIKES ?!

• Cats
  
• Annoying people
  
• Fire - His element is fire...
  
• Drawing
  
• Football
  
• Flirting
  
• Bothering the dhampirs
  
• Causing trouble
  
• Messing around with his sister
  
• Breaking rules - He knows he can get away with it
  
• Fast cars
  
• Putting people in their place
  
• Showing off
  
• Hot dhampir girls
  
• Annoying the hell out of some guardians
  

DISLIKES ?!

• Water
  
• Strigoi
  
• Lazy peeps
  
• Non-royal moroi
  
• Dhampir males
  
• Being told what to do
  
• Teacher's
  
• School work
  
• Smokers
  
• Moroi females - sorry but he digs dhampir chicks
  
• Being seen as weak
  
• Having guardians protect him, and his race
  
• Being on the sidelines where strigoi and dhampir fight
  
• People not paying attention to him when he is around
  

STRENGTHS ?!

• Fire
  
• Compulsion
  
• Making Enemies
  
• Annoyance
  
• Sports
  

WEAKNESSES ?!

• Academics
  
• Making friends
  
• Water
  
• Seriousness - He takes everything like a joke
  
• Thick - headed
  

SECRETS ?!

• He really wants to have a good relationship with a dhampir girl, not a moroi.
  
• He has a mask of a jerk, but really he is a nice guy
  

FEARS ?!

• Drowning - *cough* He can't swim *cough*
  
• Being caught out in a blizzard - Hey he really does not enjoy the cold
  

HOPES ?!

• Marry a dhampir
  
• Have a dhampir child
  

OVERALL ?! at least two paragraphs on personality.

MOTHER ?! Selina Ivashkov
FATHER ?! Calen Ivashkov
SIBLINGS ?! Nope
OTHER FAMILY ?! Distant relatives....
HISTORY ?! give at least 3 paragraphs

RP SAMPLE?!

The sun was low in the sky. Thick, fluffy clouds rolling across the blue sky with ease. A warm wind was dancing through the lands, bringing the scent of life and earth. The tree's stood tall, their branches waving and leaves crinkling as they floated to the ground. The grass was a rippling sea of green grass, flowing and waving. The school was bursting with activity, moroi and dhampir a like walking from class to class, and some heading to lunch. Some guardians where patrolling the perimeter, while others where blending into the background. This was a normal day, nothing going on. The strigoi where silent, and no new danger had sprung up....yet. It was peaceful for now, but the silent could be broken at any moment. Who knew?

At the moment, one lone guardian was inside the gym. This particular guardian was young, and kept inside the gym away from the students and other guardians. A blow had made this guardian silent and inclosed. What kind of blow could it be that made a guardian like this? The blow of losing a charge to strigoi and not being able to do anything. The guardian had lost her moroi and then had been sentenced here to recover from the loss. This was a double blow to her career and to her spirit. Yet she got along well with the dhampir students, teaching them but never interacting with them unless they where inside the gym. This is what made her a somewhat outcast of the guardians but in truth she didn't care. She didn't want to be noticd, in truth she just wanted to be left alone to heal.

Sighing, the young women brought her leg up and slammed it into the strigoi dummy. Bringing her leg down, she jumped back acting as though the strigoi had struck out at her. A smile graced her lips as her fist came flying forth and slammed straight into the strigoi's face. With a hiss, she dropped to her ass, and shot up a foot, connecting with the dummy's jowl. She lept to her foot, a silver stake in her hand, and staked the dummy. She was done, but still needed more practice. The guardian put her stake away and turned to grab her waterbottle, taking a sip before screwing the cap back on.

The young women brushed her hand against her forehead. Her thick blonde hair was sticky with sweat. Her white tank clung to her torso and back, and her tights where sticking as well. She closed her eyes and let herself relax before she walked over to the punching bag and began to spar. The release that fighting gave her was bliss. The sweat and the burning of her muscles was what she craved. Speaking and feeling eyes upon her was hell to her now. Well, besides when she was sparring with dhampirs or helping them improve their form, but that was not as much as usual. The dhampirs now trained with the other guardians and let her be. She was fine with that, but it still made her sad that she would play a major part of forming the new guardians of the moroi.

Blowing at her hair that swept in front of her eyes, V let her fist snap forward and slam into the bag. She turned her head away, forgetting that the bag would swing back torwards her. The big punching bag slammed into her, sending her backwards. Instead of falling onto her back, V's hands came and she did a back flip, and landed on her feet. Wincing, V examined both of her wrists. Nothing broken. Scowling at the bag, she turned and headed to the bench where her bag and water was. She was losing her game...she needed to fight but there was no one to fight with, well spar. Oh well, she would find someone later. Right now all Valoel wanted was a sip of water and a second to catch her breath.

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