Post by orel on Apr 19, 2010 1:07:53 GMT -5
Name: Kyrilu Romanovich Seidel
Country of Origin: He woke up in an undefined location but ended up in Kiev.
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Height: 121 cm
Weight: last time he bothered to check was 29. 4 kg.
Appearance:
(This is steam punk so the clothing can be slightly illogical…da, nyet? And...if he makes it though applications, can someone steal his hat? It's sorta impractical.)
He has blonde hair a little past shoulder length and violet eyes. Because he is rather short and skinny for his age, he is often mistaken for a girl. However, most of his body has ‘unexplained’ scars from neck to toe so he has taken to wearing a scarf and long sleeves at all times as to not attract unwanted attention.
Other than his travelling/usual outfit pictured up there, he has a work outfit. It consists of a tan cotton shirt with sleeves and long brown pants. Typical cheap but durable work gear. Whilst in this outfit, he also switches out his hat for a similarly coloured #003153 bandana.
Crew member of: Not in one at the moment~
Status: Crew member — if/when he joins one.
Personality:
A shy child who seems only interested in becoming a pirate, any type of pirate, and reading maps if one does not know him, Kyrilu seems to more than just fixated on afore mention goal. Once one gets to know him he can be quite energetic and willing to do any job. Running errand and taking messages are what he is best at as Roman rarely left the house.
Holding quite a number of misconceptions about pirates (stories aren’t the best things to learn from at times), most of them about sea pirates, he has learnt certain truths but have taken them surprisingly well. He has not backed down and seems more determined that ever to become one.
When faced with strangers, he will approach them in two ways. To someone who he believes he has heard about in his stories (mainly the captains) he will leave his shell in the dust, racing ahead to introduce himself (5 seconds) and ask them what being a pirate is like (5 hours or longer if he can manage it.) with shining eyes, bouncing up and down unless his target/victim tells him not to. To everyone else, he is shy on the first meeting but energetic in the second, if you manage to befriend him.
He admires his former father figure Roman very very much, for he was the man who had helped him in ‘this’ world in a great way. However, he rarely if ever talks about him because it was one of the last ‘orders’ Roman gave him. His somewhat remarkable puppy-like obedience had been ground into him by Roman after all.
He is self conscious about scars that have been there ever since he woke up. The extend from his neck to his toes and so have taken to wearing a scarf and long sleeves and pants, even in extremely hot/humid climates. From this self consciousness also comes his uncertainty about his memories – waking up in a forest and having selective amnesia isn’t normal right? But he does his best to cover it up, usually using a story fabricated by him and Roman to cover his missing childhood.
-Switch into first person-
History:
(WARNING! Long story ahead, due to ‘Storyteller’ mode being activated at the time of writing.)
When I first woke, looking as I do now, I only knew that I was glad to be alive.
It was a thick forest, in a place that is lost to me now. I knew how to talk, walk and many other things that most people are able to do but I was lonely, and surviving was not easy, despite the strange lack of predators. Then, one day, I met a man with red eyes. He was loud, and I never understood a word he said but he was willing to let me follow him around. I had a feeling he was just as lost as I was.
On the way to ‘civilization’, that we would find in no less than a week later, he taught me a few things. Like, ‘don’t hide all the time’ and ‘being loud can be beneficial at times’. He whacked me on the head every time he though I wasn’t loud enough or seemed afraid. Meanie. When we did reach afore mentioned civilization, he left me at a house with many children, before walking off and out of my life. I wonder if he still remembers me…?
Anyway, I soon grew to know the place as an ‘orphanage’ and the city that I was in was called ‘Stockholm’. But life was boring there. I could barely understand anything they said and when I spoke to them, the same thing happened. Within weeks, I had gotten fed up and taken to learning things from ‘unsavoury’ characters. What they taught was more hands on, so a light punch was all that was needed to tell me I was doing something wrong. And around six months after that, I managed to stow away onto a ship (with help of course) towards Kaliningrad.
From there, I somehow ended up in a city called Kiev. It was also there that Roman ‘adopted’ me off the streets. Roman was an awesome person! He taught me languages so that I could talk to people, instead of to myself, and he made the bestest hot chocolate, ever! But what I loved most, were the stories. You see, he had been a pirate back then. Not a great one, just a normal one, but even so, he saw load of awesome things. He was great at describing people, and I could picture the captains, marines, the treasure, the mermaids…the one that always made me laugh was about a captain, “With eyes as green as grass and eyebrows thicker than our messy lawn!”
But the story I would ask for most, was about the day he ‘retired’.
“Comin’ back from bar brawl that ended it all.” He would start, blue eyes glowing from the dim light of the ‘story telling lamp’, “I saw a man. We didn’ say anythin’ ta each other. We just walk’d past. Nothin’ special at all.” Then I would always ask why he was so important as to be mentioned, unlike other passer-bys and he would always answer –
“Because he had a deceiving smile and eyes like yours, except cold, colder than the deepest deep-frozen winter. These two things combined could make even the bravest soul wither, if in their presence for too long a time.”
And after I had lived with Roman for four year and four months, he died. I wasn’t too sad about it. He told me not to be. And ‘One does not disobey Roman’ (…most of the time anyway). He left me quite a few things, amongst them, his old weapons which I polished every day and a bundle of maps, of which I took only two with me. I left his sword there, but took a dagger. And burnt the note that warned me not to ‘follow the same path that he did’ - become a pirate.
Anyway, the innkeeper’s wifes calling me to help with the potatoes. They were nice enough to let me stay in return for some work instead of money. At the moment, I'm in Germany and I’m going to the coast of France because, it’s bordered by Britain and Spain – the western home of pirates, if Roman’s stories are anything to go by.
And when I do become a pirate, I’m going to meet all these people. Including Red-Eyes. I’m going to punch him where it hurts for hitting me so much.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: This person called Jack Sparrow!
(Aaah…did I do this properly…? Did I even post it in the right place? And Roman is just a random OC. Not a nation.)
EDIT: (April 19th) Does anyone live in GMT +10? And my excuse (which should not be accepted becuase excuses are actually bad things) School starts tomorrow and dad won' let me stay up late. So the whole picture was rush-finished mere minutes ago.
Edit No. 2 - Re-did backstory
Edit No. 3 - Additional Information. Yes I do realise I may be going over board with the information but...-can't help self-
Edit No. 4 - Redid personality section. May seem a litt rushed. probably becuase it was.
Additional Information! (For those who are interested in Roman, da?)
Name: Roman Mikhailovich Seidel
Age: Won’t tell
Height: 175.6 cm
Weight: 67.8 kg
Roman is a rather shadowy figure who tries not to tell anyone about what he’s like though it is a major fail because he is a rather talkative drunk. Having blue eyes and brown hair, he was rather skinny and short during his childhood, very much like how Kyrilu is. As he grew older, he only managed to look slightly manlier, he ended up joining a pirate crew. It was also there that he found a wife and they had a child who grew up to join a more dangerous part of a certain clergy (he won’t tell which one). A year or so after that, he and his wife retired and went onshore, due to illness caught on the ship. Although he survived, his wife didn’t, and after she died, he dropped his last name and took on hers. Half a year after that, Kyrilu wandered onto his doorstep and he treated him like a second child, as his first had disappeared, leaving only a note with the words “Not coming back. Too dangerous. Forget about me.” Written on it.
(And his not a nation...><;; Sorry for leaving that out...[Edit 5])
Country of Origin: He woke up in an undefined location but ended up in Kiev.
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Height: 121 cm
Weight: last time he bothered to check was 29. 4 kg.
Appearance:
(This is steam punk so the clothing can be slightly illogical…da, nyet? And...if he makes it though applications, can someone steal his hat? It's sorta impractical.)
He has blonde hair a little past shoulder length and violet eyes. Because he is rather short and skinny for his age, he is often mistaken for a girl. However, most of his body has ‘unexplained’ scars from neck to toe so he has taken to wearing a scarf and long sleeves at all times as to not attract unwanted attention.
Other than his travelling/usual outfit pictured up there, he has a work outfit. It consists of a tan cotton shirt with sleeves and long brown pants. Typical cheap but durable work gear. Whilst in this outfit, he also switches out his hat for a similarly coloured #003153 bandana.
Crew member of: Not in one at the moment~
Status: Crew member — if/when he joins one.
Personality:
A shy child who seems only interested in becoming a pirate, any type of pirate, and reading maps if one does not know him, Kyrilu seems to more than just fixated on afore mention goal. Once one gets to know him he can be quite energetic and willing to do any job. Running errand and taking messages are what he is best at as Roman rarely left the house.
Holding quite a number of misconceptions about pirates (stories aren’t the best things to learn from at times), most of them about sea pirates, he has learnt certain truths but have taken them surprisingly well. He has not backed down and seems more determined that ever to become one.
When faced with strangers, he will approach them in two ways. To someone who he believes he has heard about in his stories (mainly the captains) he will leave his shell in the dust, racing ahead to introduce himself (5 seconds) and ask them what being a pirate is like (5 hours or longer if he can manage it.) with shining eyes, bouncing up and down unless his target/victim tells him not to. To everyone else, he is shy on the first meeting but energetic in the second, if you manage to befriend him.
He admires his former father figure Roman very very much, for he was the man who had helped him in ‘this’ world in a great way. However, he rarely if ever talks about him because it was one of the last ‘orders’ Roman gave him. His somewhat remarkable puppy-like obedience had been ground into him by Roman after all.
He is self conscious about scars that have been there ever since he woke up. The extend from his neck to his toes and so have taken to wearing a scarf and long sleeves and pants, even in extremely hot/humid climates. From this self consciousness also comes his uncertainty about his memories – waking up in a forest and having selective amnesia isn’t normal right? But he does his best to cover it up, usually using a story fabricated by him and Roman to cover his missing childhood.
-Switch into first person-
History:
(WARNING! Long story ahead, due to ‘Storyteller’ mode being activated at the time of writing.)
When I first woke, looking as I do now, I only knew that I was glad to be alive.
It was a thick forest, in a place that is lost to me now. I knew how to talk, walk and many other things that most people are able to do but I was lonely, and surviving was not easy, despite the strange lack of predators. Then, one day, I met a man with red eyes. He was loud, and I never understood a word he said but he was willing to let me follow him around. I had a feeling he was just as lost as I was.
On the way to ‘civilization’, that we would find in no less than a week later, he taught me a few things. Like, ‘don’t hide all the time’ and ‘being loud can be beneficial at times’. He whacked me on the head every time he though I wasn’t loud enough or seemed afraid. Meanie. When we did reach afore mentioned civilization, he left me at a house with many children, before walking off and out of my life. I wonder if he still remembers me…?
Anyway, I soon grew to know the place as an ‘orphanage’ and the city that I was in was called ‘Stockholm’. But life was boring there. I could barely understand anything they said and when I spoke to them, the same thing happened. Within weeks, I had gotten fed up and taken to learning things from ‘unsavoury’ characters. What they taught was more hands on, so a light punch was all that was needed to tell me I was doing something wrong. And around six months after that, I managed to stow away onto a ship (with help of course) towards Kaliningrad.
From there, I somehow ended up in a city called Kiev. It was also there that Roman ‘adopted’ me off the streets. Roman was an awesome person! He taught me languages so that I could talk to people, instead of to myself, and he made the bestest hot chocolate, ever! But what I loved most, were the stories. You see, he had been a pirate back then. Not a great one, just a normal one, but even so, he saw load of awesome things. He was great at describing people, and I could picture the captains, marines, the treasure, the mermaids…the one that always made me laugh was about a captain, “With eyes as green as grass and eyebrows thicker than our messy lawn!”
But the story I would ask for most, was about the day he ‘retired’.
“Comin’ back from bar brawl that ended it all.” He would start, blue eyes glowing from the dim light of the ‘story telling lamp’, “I saw a man. We didn’ say anythin’ ta each other. We just walk’d past. Nothin’ special at all.” Then I would always ask why he was so important as to be mentioned, unlike other passer-bys and he would always answer –
“Because he had a deceiving smile and eyes like yours, except cold, colder than the deepest deep-frozen winter. These two things combined could make even the bravest soul wither, if in their presence for too long a time.”
And after I had lived with Roman for four year and four months, he died. I wasn’t too sad about it. He told me not to be. And ‘One does not disobey Roman’ (…most of the time anyway). He left me quite a few things, amongst them, his old weapons which I polished every day and a bundle of maps, of which I took only two with me. I left his sword there, but took a dagger. And burnt the note that warned me not to ‘follow the same path that he did’ - become a pirate.
Anyway, the innkeeper’s wifes calling me to help with the potatoes. They were nice enough to let me stay in return for some work instead of money. At the moment, I'm in Germany and I’m going to the coast of France because, it’s bordered by Britain and Spain – the western home of pirates, if Roman’s stories are anything to go by.
And when I do become a pirate, I’m going to meet all these people. Including Red-Eyes. I’m going to punch him where it hurts for hitting me so much.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: This person called Jack Sparrow!
(Aaah…did I do this properly…? Did I even post it in the right place? And Roman is just a random OC. Not a nation.)
EDIT: (April 19th) Does anyone live in GMT +10? And my excuse (which should not be accepted becuase excuses are actually bad things) School starts tomorrow and dad won' let me stay up late. So the whole picture was rush-finished mere minutes ago.
Edit No. 2 - Re-did backstory
Edit No. 3 - Additional Information. Yes I do realise I may be going over board with the information but...-can't help self-
Edit No. 4 - Redid personality section. May seem a litt rushed. probably becuase it was.
Additional Information! (For those who are interested in Roman, da?)
Name: Roman Mikhailovich Seidel
Age: Won’t tell
Height: 175.6 cm
Weight: 67.8 kg
Roman is a rather shadowy figure who tries not to tell anyone about what he’s like though it is a major fail because he is a rather talkative drunk. Having blue eyes and brown hair, he was rather skinny and short during his childhood, very much like how Kyrilu is. As he grew older, he only managed to look slightly manlier, he ended up joining a pirate crew. It was also there that he found a wife and they had a child who grew up to join a more dangerous part of a certain clergy (he won’t tell which one). A year or so after that, he and his wife retired and went onshore, due to illness caught on the ship. Although he survived, his wife didn’t, and after she died, he dropped his last name and took on hers. Half a year after that, Kyrilu wandered onto his doorstep and he treated him like a second child, as his first had disappeared, leaving only a note with the words “Not coming back. Too dangerous. Forget about me.” Written on it.
(And his not a nation...><;; Sorry for leaving that out...[Edit 5])