Post by Arkady Petrov (408) on Jul 31, 2009 0:05:54 GMT -5
PETROV, ARKADY
NAME: Arkady Nikolaevich Petrov
GENDER: Male
BIRTHDATE: March 16th
AGE: 16
ETHNICITY: Russian
HOMETOWN: Medyn
FOUND IN: Russia
NATIVE LANGUAGE: Russian
SPEAKS ENGLISH: Yes- though gets confused easily, has a very thick accent, and doesn't always know exactly how to put things in words
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Arkady's hair is short, brown, and slightly curly. His eyes are a mix of blue, gray, and green. 5'4" and weighs approximately 95-100 lbs.
PERSONALITY:
Proud: The boy is definitely a proud little Russian. He doesn't seem to be so proud of necessarily himself- but of his origin (gotten from his name) yes. Quite the Russian pride. He is quite sensitive of that type of thing, and is quick to anger if anything about his ethnicity or origin is talked down on.
Protective: Arkady is quite protective over his few possessions and with any other residents he may grow fond for.
Strong willed, but not too outspoken: He does what he is told but there is some speculation that he is silently unwilling.
Paranoia: Gets paranoid easily and does not trust easily. Quick to judge and quite jumpy really.
Anger issues: Though Arkady usually seems like a soft spoken kid, he has a temper, a big one at that. He is somewhat able to bottle most of it inside, but if teased or pressured long after that he will most likely snap. He had trouble with full blown meltdowns consisting of yelling, crying, and physical and mental fits.
MEMORIES & POSSESSIONS: Memories: Very faint, not to distinguishable. He does sometimes have random flashes or voices of angry, arguing male and female voices- which Ark had come to the conclusion that the voices belong to his mother and father.
Possessions: A few thick leather bracelets which he believes are of some sort of significance to him and fails to believe that they are just rubbish. He is never seen without them, they seem to be his "comfort" and "lucky charm" if there even is such a silly thing as that.
CANON/ORIGINAL: Original
PLAY-BY: Anton Yelchin
REQUESTED NUMBER: #408
SUPERSECRET PASSPHRASE: life is but a nightmare
Hi, my name is Arkady (Caitlyn) and I am 16 years old. My chatango name is Spencer, and I also play N/A. You can reach me via MSN (romrov_v_1@hotmail.com). Oh, and here is an example of what I can do:
This was a post I did on antoher site...with a character pretty similar to this Arkady...just in a Harry Potter verse and obviously with a different history and a bit of a personality change as well.
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Arkady tossed and turned in bed. It had been about four hours of the same thing. There was no way that he would be able to go to sleep tonight. Not only was he feeling restless, his eye was throbbing. Arkady turned to his side and curled up into a ball. About ten minutes later, he gave up trying to sleep. Pushing his way off the bed, he pulled on a plain gray t-shirt and sandals. He didn't care if his hair was curly, (he usually straightened it before the say starts) he just wanted to at least walk around the school...He didn't think that anyone would be out and about at this time of the night, anyway.
Giving a large yawn, he opened the door and walked out of the Hufflepuff portrait. Even as a Prefect he didn't have much of an excuse to be wondering the halls at night, but this time, he didn't really mind breaking the rules. It had not been the best day that Ark has had.
Students usually tease him and make fun of him because of his thick Russian accent, especially if he is trying to tell someone off for breaking the rules. It usually ends with a teasing, or the occasional 'beat-up' like the one that happened earlier in the afternoon. All he did was try to stop some sixth or seventh year from throwing trash in the hallway. He definitely did not deserve his black eye. Perhaps his reaction time isn't good enough, because he could never reach for his wand in time; but he didn't want to seem foolish with holding his wand in his had though out the day.
His stomach growled, splitting though the silence of his nightly walk. He then remembered that after his beating, he passed out and spent pretty much the rest of the evening in the hospital wing. He had missed dinner. Since he was already breaking the rules, he might as well go into the kitchen and get something to eat. At least the house elves don't mind him.
When he reached to the portrait hole and climbed though, he noticed that he wasn't going to be alone with the elves. At first he fell into disappointment, but then realized that it was Dawn Wood, a fellow fifth year in Hufflepuff. Vwhat is she doing here...? He was about to ask her, and then tell her to get back into bed, but then realized he would be a hypocrite for doing so. Instead he muttered an "Allo."
