Post by Mikhail Romenov on Jul 14, 2009 22:05:44 GMT -5
( FIRSTMIDDLELAST )
( BEHINDTHESCREEN )
( BEHINDTHESCREEN )
NAME: Mike
NICKNAMES: Drecq, Kage
AGE: 22
GENDER: Male
BIRTHDAY: 03/30/1987
( THEBASICS )
NAME: Mikhail T. Romenov
NICKNAMES: Mic
AGE: 26
GENDER: Male
BIRTHDAY: 06/08/1982
SCHOOL: None
OCCUPATION: Independent Gun Runner
GANG: None
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straigt
ETHNICITY: Caucasion
( THEAPPEARANCE )
FACE: Billy Currington
HEIGHT: 5'11
WEIGHT: 187lbs
HAIR&EYE COLOR: Black Hair & Blue Eyes
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: His body is covered in tattoo's from his neck down his back and on his arms. Everything from his unit tattoo to his dragon and tribal tattoo's and then there is his SL tattoo's that are on his chest.
( THEPERSONALITY )
• Loose Cannon
• Prefers simple and crude tactics
• Ability to play good and bad guy.
• Never surrender attitude
• Easy going by nature.
LIKES: Rock Music, Guns, Girls, Alcohal, fast cars
DISLIKES: Show offs, hooligans, dumbasses, street thugs with no honor, the mafia
STRENGTHS: Knowledge of weapons, calm and extensive planning and tactics, simple logic.
WEAKNESSES: Bull headedness, quick temper, inability to let things go.
( THEHISTORY )
• Forced to leave his homeland after collapse of the Soviet Empire
• Moved to America to live with relatives.
• Grew up and formed the Street Lordz of St. Venceslas
• Had dealings with the Colubian Cartel and the FBI till the Mafia showed up in St. Venceslas.
• Believed Chris to be dead by a mafia leaders hands till recently and has left St. Venceslas to find her.
PARENTS: All Records were Destroyed by order of the Russian Federation.
SIBLINGS: All Records were Destroyed by order of the Russian Federation.
OTHER FAMILY: Dometrie Romenov, 62, Bar Owner, Uncle, Living in St. Vencelas
( &ETCETERA )
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:Mikhail feeling a bit weird like he always did on these days when heading to church seemed to stare off in the distance as they passed several buildings leading to the church. His long time friend and Lt. Marcus was driving and Marcus was never the talkative type but sometimes the silence just drove Mikhail crazy.
The day light was just starting to shine on the interior of the city as the sun rose steadily into the sky drying up the mist that was in the air and on the ground. The morning was full of birds songs and the trees swayed lightly in the gentle mid summer breeze. The day wasn't hot yet but it was starting to get up in the temperatures which was normal this time of year. The streets were partial empty except for the few heading to different churches through out the city. There had been a large divide that was created when the Mafia came in.
The Church of St. Venceslas wasn't the only church anymore not after the Mafia started to use it to their own advantage. However everyone knew that the Mafia for the most part was very religious and was the only place that they would go without weapons. It was in fact the only place that was considered neutral ground in the whole city. Anyone could go there and pray and worship and the Mafia would not do a thing about it. Mikhail would even go there and the Mafia knew who he was but the difference was while they were there they could not and would not touch him.
It was said that many SL and Mafia members would go to the church and pray and neither side would do anything against the other. It was sometimes a weird site to see both groups in the same building not trying to kill one another. But both kept to themselves and both respected the other for being there.
Marcus pulled up into the parking lot and their usual parking spot. Marcus looked to Mikhail and nodded as he started to get out.
"Marcus," Mikhail said. "remind me why I still continue to do this? Remind me why we cant go to one of the other churches?" he asked as he unbuckled his seat belt waiting for the same response that he always got.
"Because you like the ride here, you like the scenery, you like the Father that preaches here, you like the church itself, and it was once used by us to take our members when they were wounded and you help keep this church open." he said almost effortlessly. "Oh and because this is where you met her and I mean the real her and you hope that one day you can see her..."
Before he could finish his sentence Mikhail had already got half way out the car and shook his head looking at Marcus. "Its just best you dont finish that one or you may get your nose broke."
Marcus got out and stood at the back of the car with Mikhail as other SL members started to pull in the parking lot. The wind lightly caught Mikhail's hair and tossed it lightly around sun hitting them in the face reflecting lightly off their sun glasses.
"You ask me the same question every time we come here, I give you the same answer every time you ask, and your response is always the same." Marcus said as he watched a few other members get out of their car.
"Yeah, its the only thing that seems to be normal. Why do you not like the normality in this world of non normal and formal actions?"
"No, I guess your right...but you are seriously going to have to stop reading those philosophical books you have been reading lately. Its going to ruin your brain." Marcus said smirking slightly.
"Your just mad." Mikhail said heading towards the church with Marcus close behind followed with about 20 other members for the gang. Marcus could just shake his head as the approached the steps that led up to the white church that stood tall into the sky overlooking the city.
As they entered the church heads turned to see who entered once they few citizens saw who it was they simply turned back around and started to converse with one another. The SL membership all showed up at the same time and only a few mins from now would the Mafia show up to take their seats and soon after the sermons would start and for the next hour or so they would listen to the words of God.
To Mikhail God had been kind and cruel to him, he had lost his faith at first but being here and seeing the few good traits of the Mafia showed him just how powerful the will of God could be at times. To allow two enemies to come together and to listen to a sermon together was odd and unique in its own way. And today was no different. Mikhail and the others took their seats as they always did and then while they waited they started talking to one another about the many different issues that were going to be needed to resolve. Tonight was the night they were going to hit the Mafia in a small yet powerful way and that's just how it is.
ANYTHING ELSE?: not really that I can think of, but if I do Ill post it here
