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Iosif Anton Ivanov « Thread Started on Dec 30, 2008, 10:53pm »
Name: Iosif Anton Ivanov
Age: 46
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Type: Human
Gender: Male
Alliance[if human, put human]: Human
Appearance: Iosif has the potential to be a respectable looking gentleman were he to merely clean up a bit: brush his teeth; comb his hair; wash his face; shave the forest growing on his upper lip. However, to tell you the truth, Iosif has never really cared about appearance and the likes. He recklessly flouts aside his health. He has a terrible smoking habit, eats enough for three people, and sincerely NEVER exercises. This has caused him a number of problems with his heart, but that never stops from doing what he always has and always will love to do. Living in Russia for most of his life, Iosif has gotten use to the biting cold air of the north. His skin pigment is reasonably pale and sallow in response to his environment; also large black circles have formed around his eyes for the very same reason. His clothing choices mimic not only his greediness but his location. He, for the most part, settles with massive layers of expensive jackets and an equally valuable cap. He wears bulky boots, of which’s fur changes different origin each time. (Fox, Wolf, Coyote, Rabbit, Elk, you name it.)
Iosif is a tall figure, hovering over most at a height of about 7’2”, although ‘lean’ is a word that all BUT describes Iosif! He is hefty, his immensity coming mainly from his love of food. Found on his face is a strong brow, indicating a strong has gone white with age. But this is not often seen since he keeps a cap on his head at almost all times. His nose is pointed and forthright, making obvious his envy and selfishness. A thick ‘stache’ covers what could be his lips, but for some irony, his chin is shaven smoothly. But a stout chin it is, part of a solid, square shaped head. His hands have gone course and rough with manual labor.
Personality: Iosif is a man run by greed. He is a man known to do terrible things for money and material items. Actually, many people have reason to believe Iosif took part in the creation of the infected. Iosif does not deny it actually. The Russian government paid Iosif to travel to Turkey and represent the grand country of Russia in an experiment that involved all the great minds of each country. Iosif was not exactly intelligent, but he knew his way around language and persuasion. Getting off subject, anyways, Iosif, because of his greed, has never really fallen in love. Frankly, he doesn’t want to. He avoids any sort of serious relationship, thinking that women are after his money.
Iosif is certainly not what you would call a ‘socialite.’ While mentioned before, he know how to talk to certain people, and to show decent amounts of respect, but he just doesn’t enjoy it. He finds the most pleasure by himself, in his own head, with his own things. A hermit, for a lack of words. For a while he was a god-fearing man, but claims that he grew out of it. On the subject of fear though, Iosif is not a brave man. He tends to use other people and sacrifice them to get out of trouble or to get what he wants. He schemes, he connives. It would seem that he has no emotional weaknesses, nothing to distinguish him as a human being instead of some animal. –and he likes it that way.
Role Play Example: OoC: {I've never really role played before. My sister taught me some of the basics but I can't help but feel as though I might be doing this all wrong.}
"It's not true", Marcus’ solid voice insisted matter-of-factly. Fighting furiously against the dying surety of his peers, his long fingers felt around the capsule. The miniature crowd cast up their eyes as him as he observed the transparent orange container, a single white pill inside. How rude; how intrusive; how bold it was. A single pill… it was as if the community were mocking him. It must be a test. The logical, the analytical answer was that they were testing him. They wanted to see if he would be strong for the loyalty of his equals and the safety of his community. Possessed by the idea, he lifted the capsule for all to see; he exhibited his counterfeit security and twisted the lid. It separated from the body with a pop and fell to the ground, out of the way. Marcus locked eyes with his audience and sought the pill from the container. In an instance, he placed the pill in his mouth and swallowed. A disappointed fury had conquered his face as he stare at his peers, “The community would never try to hur---” he coughed “to hu---” His iris pulsed as his last breath was taken.
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