Post by dimitri on May 8, 2010 13:26:29 GMT -5
Character Name: Dimitri Alexei Lujenski
Nickname(s): Lujenski
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Grade: Senior
Former School: Transfer
Sexuality: Bisexual
Clique: Exchange Student
Weight: 62 kg
Height: 170 cm
Appearence:
Nickname(s): Lujenski
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Grade: Senior
Former School: Transfer
Sexuality: Bisexual
Clique: Exchange Student
Weight: 62 kg
Height: 170 cm
Appearence:
Dimitri has long brown hair, and blue eyes. Caucasian. He is rather tall, and has a slender body. Doesn't like wearing beards. Usually wears hats.Personality:
Dimitri has colored tattoos on both his arms of skulls, and writings. Also has a pierced right eyebrow, and ear. He likes his hair long, but sometimes cuts it short, usually untidy.
Dimitri prefers to wear dark colored clothing. Usually wears hoods, and tight pants, but does not mind wearing more formal kind of clothes from time to time.
Dimitri is a rather easy going person, and doesn't mind to anybody. Sometimes may seem too rude when speaking his true opinion. Loves to socialize at all times possible, and meeting as many people as he can. He is not the kind of person people would classify as 'nice', and usually gets into fights once he gets drunk. He is very protective of his friends, and is not afraid of standing up to them. Hates stereotyping.History:
Dislikes gossiping girls, or the typical Californian daddy's spoilt little girl. A hippie at heart though does not like disclosing that fact to anybody. He might seem as a kind of difficult person to get close to, but that is just because he likes to be absolutely sure of the people he is letting into his life. Doesn't like to get betrayed, and can get pretty violent when he is.
Cannot stand any discussions about politics, and anything that has to do with race or religion, and tries to avoid those discussions and never really identifies anybody by what they appear to be, but by who they actually are. Dislikes wannabees, and people who feel the urge to fake in order to fit into a certain group.
Dimitri was born in a rather poor family in Saint Petersburg, Russia. Because of their financial difficulties the family decided to move to Frankfurt, Germany when Dimitri was about 6 years old, but a year after they moved to Germany his mother was killed in a car accident.Sample Rp:
After that his father lost his job after her death, and started drinking and doing drugs, until he killed himself in their apartment when Dimitri was 10 years old. It was a very difficult time for Dimitri, what with both his parents death, and having to actually see his father dead once he got back from school, it kind of worked as a great shock to him, and refused to speak to anybody for a very long time, and did not let anybody pity him in any sort of way. And so Dimitri was sent away to live with his closest living relative in London, who turned out to be surprisingly wealthy, but Dimitri did not adjust well, even though he and his wife and other two children were particularly nice to Dimitri, and tried their best to ignore his rude behavior, and isolation from them, and tried to be there for Dimitri. As weeks passed by, slowly Dimitri started to open up, and has come to love his relatives, and happily considered them as his own family.
His life in London changed his life dramatically. Being abused by his father, and not let out very often other than to school, he never got into contact with many people his age, and after his parents death he was particularly in an emotional stage where he just couldn't talk to people anymore. But soon Dimitri found new friends, although it was extremely difficult for him having to speak in English as he lived in Germany for most of his life. During the last few years Dimitri got into trouble many times, with perfect strangers, and with the law as well, but his new family did not give up on him, and continued to support him. In the last year, Dimitri has made a choice to try and control his emotions better, and settle down.
Her eyelids cracking open and the sudden burst of like as the grumpy healer pulled her beside curtains open, walking past her bed, the healer stopped and looked down at Sire as she lay there, a state... hair tangled and eyes blank with no expression behind them, giving of just a glazed look, as the healer stopped he was looked so young and warm, he leaned over her, nearer to her ear, "if it had of been me... I'd of let you die... miss.Blood! Purebloods like you... aren't needed"He whispered to her, licking his lips looking so smug with himself, Sire took a quick swipe at him, smacking him nicely on his jaw, hearing his bone crack as she did, he fell to the floor in pain and of course her most famous smirk took place upon her face, creeping over her dried lips.Celeb:
Standing to her feet, her hospital gown sticking to her slim body, she peered around her surroundings, in just one room she was, a small bed, one window to look out of and the decorations so drab and depressing, the side table from her bed had her wand sat on top of it, in her hand she grabbed it, her bony fingers wrapping around the 7inch oak wood, waving it over herself, well dressed clothes appeared to cover her body so slender and sleek they were, a silver bracelet wrapped around her small dainty wrists, it were in the shape of a snake, her hair dropped beside each shoulder, now looking glossing, jet black and shining in the light from the window, her dark mark which had sat there so long showed of once more, as she stepped over the young man laying on the floor, from which he was still clutching his jaw in pain, she managed to kick his stomach slightly as she did step over him, it was only what he deserved, he obviously didn't understand that she was not to toyed with.
Sire lent down to him, her wand digging into his chest, she licked her lips and smiled at him, her face still hard and cold, her expression-less face remained the same, it seemed only true friends made her feel warm, and she had few of those now days, "If I were you... I'd watch your mouth! Some people aren't as forgiving as me..." she cracked a laugh and she looked down upon him, he looked slightly shaken and scared..."Sectumsempra! Don't you wish you'd never met me" She smirked and stood to her feet.
Opening the door, she looked behind her and saw the young man bleeding intently on the floor, having cuts appear all over his body, she slammed the door shut and smiled, as she walked along the corridor seeing others so ill and many disturbed, a place Sire didn't exactly find interesting, she was more interested in getting out the hospital and back on her way of what she was trying to do in the first place, a fast pace she kept as she walked along, knocking into healers carrying important equipment and other ill patients, but as she carried along she could finally see the exit, at last she could leave the disease filled place, and away from others that she would never be seen dead with, as she came ever closer a figure larger than her own stepped in front of her quickly, ending in her tripping over this other person, pushing them as she fell herself, a form of trying to get them back before she had even fallen, her knees whacked on the stone floor, a sudden pain shot through her knees quickly.
"Watch were your going! Some of us have places to go... quickly!"She spoke in a cold tone, trying to see who this person was, her face looking over, it was covered in cuts and bruises, as were her arms and hands, she looked so battered and bruised in fact she had noticed the rather large crowd were now peering at her interesting wounds and wondering what had happened to her, sitting up slowly she picked her wand up before it got trampled on by those rushing around!
"Who are you anyway?"she asked although her tone was quite aggressive to this stranger, she never had the chance to be pleasant to others it seemed
Ash StymestOut Of Character:
My name is Timur Zykov. I am 15 years old. I have been rping almost for the last 4 years straight. You can contact me at actinuim89@hotmail.com. Currently I am at 2 other Harry Potter rp sites called Hogwarts Online, and The Beginning of the End, though more active on BE.