Post by milesivanov on May 10, 2012 21:55:26 GMT -5
[/color][/font][/center]MilesA L E X I E L L W E L L Y N Ivanov
I’ll show you another side of me, a side you would never thought you’d see
Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things
[/color][/font]Baby take my hand, don’t fear the reaper. And she ran to him, then they started to fly.[/center]
Are You There God? It’s Me, Dean Winchester
[/color][/font]Carry on my wayward son, there’ll be peace when you’re done. Lay your weary head to rest.[/center]
Nicknames/Alias[/color]: Miles
Sex[/color]: Male
Age/Birthday[/color]: 28/January 1st
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Homosexual
Ethnicity[/color]: Bulgarian, American, Russian, Irish, Scottish, Welsh
Member Group[/color]: Hunter (specializing in Creatures over spirits)
Canon or Original[/color]: Original [/ul]
The Usual Suspects And What Should Never Be
[/color][/font]Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my soul. Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my bones.[/center]
Hair[/color]: Black/Dark Brown
Height & Weight[/color]: 5foot9inches/160pounds
Body Type[/color]: Skinny, but muscular.
Distinguishing Features[/color]: Purple tribal butterfly tattoo over his heart.
Face Claim[/color]: Ian Somerhalder [/ul]
It’s the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester
[/color][/font]I see the bad moon arising. Don’t go around tonight, well it’s bound to take your life.[/i][/center]
-Obscure 80’s music.
-Retro 80’s Cartoons.
-The 80’s in general.
-The Ocean
-Cotton Candy
-Italian food
-Reading
-The colors orange and blue
-Jogging
-Travelling
-Animals
-Butterflies
-Dragonflies
-Kiwi
-Cooking/Baking
Dislikes[/color]: at least 10
-Being a hunter
-Really bright colors
-Drinking/Drugs
-The Pop culture vampire craze
-Death
-Needles
-Citrus fruit
-Stupid urban ledgends
-Ghosts
-Liars
-Stupid people
-Dramatic people
Strengths[/color]: at least 5
-Useless triva
-Loyal
-Keeping secrets.
-Research
-Talking with the Feds and Cops.
-Cooking
-Shooting
-Tracking
Weaknesses[/color]: at least 5
-His family, especially his younger sister.
-Sensitive to the suffering of others
-He’s a little OCD...Especially about his kitchen.
-Chocolate
- Lactose Intolerance
-Hand to hand fighting
Fears[/color]: at least 3
-Loosing his family.
-Dying.
-Loosing himself.
-Coming out of the closet.
-Never finding love.
Secrets[/color]: at least 3
-He’s a homosexual, but he’s never told anyone.
-He hates killing/distroying anything. He hunts because he knows his family could be at danger if he doesn’t...But he hates that part of his job.
-He harbours a lot of resentment and blame towards his father, but the fact that he’s family keeps him going back to him.
-He fears what his father will think of him if he ever comes out about his sexuality. So, although he doesn’t want to die alone.
Best Memory[/color]: Graduating high school on the honor roll, despite having to follow his father around on hunts.
Worst Memory[/color]: Coming home and finding his sister gone after a hunt.
Habits/Quirks[/color]: at least 3
-Doesn’t believe in saying ‘goodbye’, since he believes that means you never want to see someone again.
-He’s cocky, a little too cocky at times.
-He is a little OCD about somethings, especially his kitchen and bookshelves. They have to be just right.
-Always has oatmeal and peanut butter toast for breakfast. Always, nothing else.
Overall Personality/Appearance[/color]:
A talented hunter, and good friend Miles is, well Miles. He’s stuck in the closest, with no hope of coming out anytime soon. Seriously, the guy is flaming, but he hides it because he’s pretty sure his father wouldn’t approve. Which is strange, seeing as he isn’t too worried about what his father thinks. The only person who knows is his best friend and mentor Jimmie, who really just out and out asked him if he was gay or not after knowing him for a couple months.
Often discribed as a six year old stuck in a 28 year olds body, Miles has a love for cartoons, especially nineteen eighties, retro cartoons. He’s all about the eighties in general actually, the music and clothing styles inculded. Although your not going to find much past 1990 on his playlist, he has since (thank the lord) updated his wardrobe, perfering a more casual/modern look.
Miles is extremely friendly, and tends to make friends pretty much where ever he goes. He’s a charming guy, but not flirty, and he isn’t socially awkward at all. He lives alone in a large home, which is always opened to travelling hunters looking for a place to sleep for the night, and a warm meal. He loves to cook and bake and generally has something on the go. The more the marrier is his motto. Just stay the hell out of his kitchen, he’s a little OCD about that...If you want something, just ask him.
At the end of the day, Miles is all about family, and this inculdes the five others he hunts with on a regular basis. He makes the trip between Sacramentos and San Francisco all the time to see his father, even though they don’t get along very well. He would do anything for his family or friends, all they have to do is ask, and in some cases not even that much.
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There Is A Monster At The End Of The Book
[/color][/font]You’re as cold as ice, you’re willing to sacrifice our love. You know that you are.[/center]
Current Residence[/color]: Sacramentos, California
Mother[/color]: Daniella Ivanov, deceased, hunter
Father[/color]: Robert Ivanov, 52, hunter (retired)
Siblings[/color]: Natalya Ivanov, 23, Hunter
Other Important People[/color]: James ‘Jimmie’ Aarons – 51 – Hunter – Mentor/Best Friend
Elliot Barbane – 36 – Hunter – Hunting Buddy
Gregory Jackson – 35 – Hunter – Hunting Buddy
Cory Adams – 28 – Hunter – Hunting Buddy
Jorja Phillips – 23 – Hunter – Hunting Buddy
Pets[/color]: Sasha – 3 Year old Shelti Cross Female
Sugar & Spice – 2y/o DSH cats, female.
Overall History[/color]:
Miles was born January 1st and was destined to be the eldest(and only) son of two hunters, Robert and Daniella Ivanov. Despite his parents unconvential jobs, Miles had a good childhood. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it was ok especially considering what most kids had to go through.
He wasn’t closer to one parent over the other, although he did tend to spend more time with his mother. From her he gained his love of cooking and baking, and caught on quickly to the art. From a young age, he always helped with the family meals. Although he grew up on the road, from an early age he loved to learn, and was put through school. Despite changing schools frequently, he did extremely well, often finding himself at the top of his class.
When he was five, his mother gave birth to his sister, Natalya to whom he quickly became very close too, and protective over.
At the age of eight, his mother was killed by a demon who was working for Crawley. It was at this time that he began to butt heads with his father. After the of his wife, Robert Ivanov became very parinoid and obessed with avenging his wife’s death. Miles stepped up to help take care of Talya when their father was away, while trying to continue to keep his grades up in school as well. It was hard on the youngster, who was hurting after the loss of his mother, but he managed it.
It was around this point that Robert wanted his son out of school, and they got into their first real fight. The eight year old refused to give it up, wanting nothing more then just one normal thing in his life. He lost that fight, but continued to study on his own, and eventually convinced his father to let him go back, at least part time. This time, his father relented, sort of.
When Miles was eleven, his father started taking him on hunts and training with him. This cut into his study time, and he hated it. Always a bit sensitive, Miles didn’t like the idea of killing creatures (especially those who had at one time been human) , and the ghosts scared him. His father made him do this though, often getting upset if Miles said anything against. So, eventually Miles just gave up and did what he was told.
When Talya decided she wanted to be a hunter though, it was a whole other story. He refused to teach her, and told her to go to school, get a normal job and live a normal life. He only wanted what was best for her. To this day he blames himself for her disapearance years later.
When he was seventeen, Miles graduated Validictorian from the small high school he was attending at the time in Southern California. He was as proud as could be about that, and couldn’t wait to head to collage...
Which of course he never did do. After all, his father was getting up there in years, and as much as the old man drove him insane, he was family. Miles wasn’t about to up and leave him. Not until Talya disapeared that was. Miles knew that it was their fault, that if perhaps they had just inculded her in the hunts that she would probably still be around. Maybe.
It was about the same time that he stopped hunting with his father. One day while working a case with an old friend of his fathers, Jimmie Aarons, Miles just decided he couldn’t take it anymore. When Jimmie offered to take him to Sacramentos with him where him a couple other hunters were working on a bad werewolf problem, Miles jumped on the opertunity and went with him.
Always sensitive to the sufferings of others, this job was a hard one for Miles. He worked closely with Jimmie and another guy named Elliot for the first couple months, learning the ropes. After a while, though he never enjoyed the work, Miles got use to it and he got good at it. Their little group consited of four guys inculding Jimmie, Elliot, Miles and another guy named Gregory who really only came around for the full moon.
The four of them were good friends, and the other men (especially Jimmie) became like family to Miles. A year later Cory joined their group, and later that year so did the one and only girl on the team, Jorja. Despite being a couple years younger then him, Jorja soon developed a crush on Miles, which made him a little uncomfortable. After all, it wasn’t like she was his type...
This didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the group, but Jimmie was the only one who caught on. One day, out of the blue while they were tracking some possible werewolves he came right out and asked Miles, “so tell me kid, you gay or what?” Miles was floored, but admitted to the older man that yes, he was and that was that. Jimmie simply told him not to hide it for much longer, or he’d regret it. They haven’t talked about it since.
Through all this, Miles never stopped looking for his sister, and eventually he did find her. Now, he’s got his secrets, his life, and now he’s trying hard to get back into her life...Question really is, how much can he balance before he has to make a choice? Especially when the two things he cares about most, are on opposite sides of the country...
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Dream A Little Dream of Me, Bloody Mary
[/color][/font]I never meant to be so bad to you, one thing I said that I would never do.[/center]
Member Title[/color]: Is a lie by ommission really still a lie?
Roleplaying Sample[/color]:
Ryan cursed under his breath as the rain started to pour, how appropriate that it should start now. His mood had been...Well, shitty since his awakening. He had become...What? An asshole, a murderer, the demon that stalks you in the night. The stuff of nightmares.
He had bitten Jenni, the girl he had sworn up and down he would protect. He could have hurt her, hell he could have killed her. At first he had been horrified, now...Now though he wondered if maybe, just maybe he should have done it? After all, what was she but another Moroi in this world? So, he had slept with her, loved her and she had broken his heart into a million little pieces without a second thought.
Yeah, ok sure she had felt bad afterwards about it, but so what? She. Had. Slept. With. Her. Guardian. Point blank, end of fucking story.
And then she had been pissed because he had decided that his mental health meant something to him, so he had decided to forgive, forget and move the hell on? Well, that had been until his awakening. He hadn’t been able to leave Missoula, and one thing led to another.
And now he was a soulless bastard who didn’t give a shit. He stalked her, why? Because he could, and because it bothered her, pissed her off and (even if she wouldn’t admit it) he was pretty sure it creeped her out a little. It was nice really. As a Moroi, he had been a pansy ass type of guy who jumped when he was told, pausing only long enough to ask “how high dear?” Now? Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen.
He snarled, his fangs all but pulsating against his gums as he turned down some random road, and catching sight of Angels and Airways at the other end. It was a high end bar, one that attracted Moroi, dhampirs and humans alike. He took a deep breath in, disguising it as a sigh as he passed a number of people on the street, keeping his head turned slightly away, and keeping in the shadows. His red eyes, once a beautiful and gentle blue, would be a dead giveaway that he was something else, probably something to be feared.
Ryan stopped dead, and sniffed again. Blood. Moroi Blood at that was on the air, thick and fresh, the poor bastard who had sliced his finger on a broken bottle, or fallen as he staggered from the bar was close, and still alive. He dropped into predator mood then, removing himself from the main roads, and following the scent towards the back of the bar, coming around from the back of the alley way, from behind his target.
See, like he had told the dhampir he had met last night, it was no different than a lion stalking his prey, and it was no different from natures food chain. The strong preyed on the weak, thus weeding them out and (hypothetically anyways) making room for the strongest to survive and pass on their genes. Perhaps the Moroi should be thanking the Strigoi? It was almost like they were providing a public service or something.
All joking aside though, Ryan had been deadly serious when he had told her there wasn’t much difference in the races. No, the only difference was Strigoi killed to eat. Dhampir’s and Moroi? They killed Strigoi, hiding behind the excuse that they were protecting the innocent. So they protected the innocent, by trying to eradicate another species? Well, maybe to them it made sense, and it had made sense to Ryan as a Moroi to, but now? No way.
It was almost like getting rid of wolves to protect the sheep, wasn’t it?
After all, the wolves attacked and ate the sheep because they were hungry. Strigoi attacked and killed humans, moroi or dhampir’s for the same reason.
He was in the same ally as his target now, getting closer and closer to the man, ignoring the rain that was now a downpour. There was a clap of thunder, then a flash of lightening which illuminated the man, and made Ryan pause. He sniffed again, watching him as his lips curled back off his fangs, every instinct telling him to attack and kill. Feed then get the hell inside, since dawn was only a half hour or so off.
Which made Ryan more than a little nervous.
He sniffed again, like some two legged bloodhound with rabies and on crack. He resisted the urge to hiss and give away his location, and the urge to pounce and drink. He recognized the man, from where though....
Another flash of lightening illuminated the dark hair, short stature and...Holy hell, that was Aaron Voda, sorry, Prince Aaron Voda’s twin brother. The elder of the two, the rightful Voda Prince, what was his name? Daemon, that was it.
Shit, if half the rumours were true, this kid had had a rough life. Parents that couldn’t care less, a brother who would rather see him dead, and supposedly drug use. All that good stuff that Ryan could understand, or rather knew how it felt. Of course his parents hadn’t beaten him, but they hadn’t care, take what you want and leave us the hell alone. Xavier was there for him, but he was long gone now, and the drugs...Those had been his safe heaven growing up.
He was actually kind of surprised they weren’t now...Since he had broken up with Jenni...
He snarled. Fuck. That. He was so not going down that street right now.
He was hesitating, and he knew it. The smell of Daemon’s blood mixed with the smell of wet asphalt, and there was another tug at his fangs. His throat was getting dry now too, damn it, he’d have to feed and soon. Judging by the way the other man still hadn’t really noticed him, Ryan figured this would be an easy meal, and he should just take it. Preferably soon, as sunrise was coming...
Ryan was about to move forward and take him when someone else walked pass, ignoring the obviously injured form of the other man, who should have been clearly visible from his position. Ryan snarled, before mentally slapping himself. HE didn’t care what happened here. HE just needed to feed...That was it...
After the foot falls had died away and they were once again alone Ryan struck from behind. One strong hand was clamped around Daemon’s mouth, cutting off any screams before they left his mouth. Another wrapped around his waist and pulled him backwards into the darkness. This close, the bloodlust was hard to fight, nearly impossible actually. Without letting go of his prey or removing his hand from the man’s mouth he half hissed, half croaked into his ear softly “The way I see it, you have about five seconds to make a decision, live or die? ” he asked him, keeping his bloodlust just at bay. His mind questioning why he’d give him a choice in the matter...It wasn’t like the answer wasn’t a no brainer.
“Quickly Voda,” he tells him, fighting past the dryness in his throat, “Your almost out of time.” he finishes as he waits, just barely keeping his fangs out of the other guys skin, and vein.
He had bitten Jenni, the girl he had sworn up and down he would protect. He could have hurt her, hell he could have killed her. At first he had been horrified, now...Now though he wondered if maybe, just maybe he should have done it? After all, what was she but another Moroi in this world? So, he had slept with her, loved her and she had broken his heart into a million little pieces without a second thought.
Yeah, ok sure she had felt bad afterwards about it, but so what? She. Had. Slept. With. Her. Guardian. Point blank, end of fucking story.
And then she had been pissed because he had decided that his mental health meant something to him, so he had decided to forgive, forget and move the hell on? Well, that had been until his awakening. He hadn’t been able to leave Missoula, and one thing led to another.
And now he was a soulless bastard who didn’t give a shit. He stalked her, why? Because he could, and because it bothered her, pissed her off and (even if she wouldn’t admit it) he was pretty sure it creeped her out a little. It was nice really. As a Moroi, he had been a pansy ass type of guy who jumped when he was told, pausing only long enough to ask “how high dear?” Now? Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen.
He snarled, his fangs all but pulsating against his gums as he turned down some random road, and catching sight of Angels and Airways at the other end. It was a high end bar, one that attracted Moroi, dhampirs and humans alike. He took a deep breath in, disguising it as a sigh as he passed a number of people on the street, keeping his head turned slightly away, and keeping in the shadows. His red eyes, once a beautiful and gentle blue, would be a dead giveaway that he was something else, probably something to be feared.
Ryan stopped dead, and sniffed again. Blood. Moroi Blood at that was on the air, thick and fresh, the poor bastard who had sliced his finger on a broken bottle, or fallen as he staggered from the bar was close, and still alive. He dropped into predator mood then, removing himself from the main roads, and following the scent towards the back of the bar, coming around from the back of the alley way, from behind his target.
See, like he had told the dhampir he had met last night, it was no different than a lion stalking his prey, and it was no different from natures food chain. The strong preyed on the weak, thus weeding them out and (hypothetically anyways) making room for the strongest to survive and pass on their genes. Perhaps the Moroi should be thanking the Strigoi? It was almost like they were providing a public service or something.
All joking aside though, Ryan had been deadly serious when he had told her there wasn’t much difference in the races. No, the only difference was Strigoi killed to eat. Dhampir’s and Moroi? They killed Strigoi, hiding behind the excuse that they were protecting the innocent. So they protected the innocent, by trying to eradicate another species? Well, maybe to them it made sense, and it had made sense to Ryan as a Moroi to, but now? No way.
It was almost like getting rid of wolves to protect the sheep, wasn’t it?
After all, the wolves attacked and ate the sheep because they were hungry. Strigoi attacked and killed humans, moroi or dhampir’s for the same reason.
He was in the same ally as his target now, getting closer and closer to the man, ignoring the rain that was now a downpour. There was a clap of thunder, then a flash of lightening which illuminated the man, and made Ryan pause. He sniffed again, watching him as his lips curled back off his fangs, every instinct telling him to attack and kill. Feed then get the hell inside, since dawn was only a half hour or so off.
Which made Ryan more than a little nervous.
He sniffed again, like some two legged bloodhound with rabies and on crack. He resisted the urge to hiss and give away his location, and the urge to pounce and drink. He recognized the man, from where though....
Another flash of lightening illuminated the dark hair, short stature and...Holy hell, that was Aaron Voda, sorry, Prince Aaron Voda’s twin brother. The elder of the two, the rightful Voda Prince, what was his name? Daemon, that was it.
Shit, if half the rumours were true, this kid had had a rough life. Parents that couldn’t care less, a brother who would rather see him dead, and supposedly drug use. All that good stuff that Ryan could understand, or rather knew how it felt. Of course his parents hadn’t beaten him, but they hadn’t care, take what you want and leave us the hell alone. Xavier was there for him, but he was long gone now, and the drugs...Those had been his safe heaven growing up.
He was actually kind of surprised they weren’t now...Since he had broken up with Jenni...
He snarled. Fuck. That. He was so not going down that street right now.
He was hesitating, and he knew it. The smell of Daemon’s blood mixed with the smell of wet asphalt, and there was another tug at his fangs. His throat was getting dry now too, damn it, he’d have to feed and soon. Judging by the way the other man still hadn’t really noticed him, Ryan figured this would be an easy meal, and he should just take it. Preferably soon, as sunrise was coming...
Ryan was about to move forward and take him when someone else walked pass, ignoring the obviously injured form of the other man, who should have been clearly visible from his position. Ryan snarled, before mentally slapping himself. HE didn’t care what happened here. HE just needed to feed...That was it...
After the foot falls had died away and they were once again alone Ryan struck from behind. One strong hand was clamped around Daemon’s mouth, cutting off any screams before they left his mouth. Another wrapped around his waist and pulled him backwards into the darkness. This close, the bloodlust was hard to fight, nearly impossible actually. Without letting go of his prey or removing his hand from the man’s mouth he half hissed, half croaked into his ear softly “The way I see it, you have about five seconds to make a decision, live or die? ” he asked him, keeping his bloodlust just at bay. His mind questioning why he’d give him a choice in the matter...It wasn’t like the answer wasn’t a no brainer.
“Quickly Voda,” he tells him, fighting past the dryness in his throat, “Your almost out of time.” he finishes as he waits, just barely keeping his fangs out of the other guys skin, and vein.
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
Dean Winchester Romeo mad by stealing it now would you?
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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[/blockquote]This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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