Post by Kriss ~Aleksei Lee Malitzka~ on Jan 10, 2010 15:15:35 GMT -7
† Aleksei - Lee - Malitzka †
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[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Aleksei Lee Malitzka
Nicknames: Aleksei will easily respond to either Alek, Lee or whatever anyone else can come up with.
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolf
Age: 24
Age they appear: Aleksei easily appears to be around 21 years in age.
Occupation: He loves sketching, painting, and anything else that involves artwork. He also loves listening to music, along with playing the guitar of piano.
Orientation: Straight
Health Problems: None, other than the pain that comes with changing.
† Personality †
Basic Personality: Aleksei is the sort of boy that kind, innocent girls should stay away from. He takes easy advantage of anyone and anything and puts on the pretense of being antisocial. He treats life as though it's nothing more than a game to him and everyone else is merely a pawn in the grand scheme of things. He's indolent and takes little care in anything, in truth he hates just about anything and takes on an angry nature. Sarcasm usually laces his words, and he can be inexplicably cruel at times. He isn't afraid to hurt anyone or anything, and in fact sometimes he even takes amusement in it though usually these battles are more raged in words than anything else though he isn't afraid of inflicting physical pain. Aleksei is for the most part a loner. He enjoys his solitude and despises the company of most for more than any short period of time. He takes few pleasures in life other than the short ones he can find. Usually, Aleksei puts on the facade of cruelness and indolence, though occasionally he longs for something more than short relationships and hotly spoken words. He craves true company against that manipulative nature of his though he hardly ever expresses it. Aleksei's only true outward expression lies in his artwork and music, both of which he takes great commandments and compassion in.
Likes:
†Music
†Artwork
†Women
†Watching Physical Violence
†Manipulating people's emotions
†The occasional brawl
†Smoking
†Reading Occasionally
Hates:
†People like himself
†People telling him what to do
†Following orders
†Idealists
†Ignorance
Talents:
† He has a talent with artwork in general
† Aleksei used to practice throwing a knife and became adept in it.
† Hand-to-hand combat
† Manipulating people
† Lying
Habits:
† Drinking
† Smoking
† Talking with frequent sarcasm.
† Drawing across his forearms and palms in pen when bored, or when he's without paper.
† Appearance †
Skin Color: Tanned olive skin
Hair Color: Raven black
Eye Color: His eyes are a shade of yellow-gold, the color of molten amber.
Build: Aleksei has a lean muscular build, though not overly so. He has the body of a runner, with long legs though he is tall almost 6'7 in height.
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: Aleksei has a single glittering earring in his left ear, and has a scar marring the skin of his collarbone and throat. The scar tissue is knotted and generally looks as though something ripped savagely at his throat in an attempt to kill him. Aleksei also has numerous tattoos around his upper arms and forearms that generally are willowy and slender with a sort of tribal appearance, written across him in black ink.
Choice of Clothing: Aleksei usually takes on an idle appearance, with black jeans with tears occasionally and simple T-shirts that have no intricate designs and expose the markings across his arms. He usually wears a light, dark black leather jacket. Across his neck he has a gold-colored chain that is unremarkable and plain.
Wolf Appearance: In his wolf form Aleksei retains his elegant, lean build. Muscular but not overly so Aleksei has long legs and dark black fur. The darkness of this raven coat varies depend; it tends to be darker along his face, neck, back, and haunches. With long bristly black fur around his neck, his appearance looks even larger when his hackles rise and Aleksei can take on a formidable appearance even when he's not fighting, along with an elegant eerie sort of feral beauty. In this shape his eyes remain the same yellow-gold color but they are sharpened and take on a feral, untamed edge.
Other: None
† History †
History: Aleksei grew up in a rough part of town. His mother was scarcely that, his father coming in and out of his house with an abusive hand. His two smaller brothers, Ross and Sam were already starting to harden into crueler children whereas Aleksei already hardened by the age of thirteen. His older sister Avery at the age of fifteen was already selling her body out on the streets for money and drugs, while the rest of them were hardly better off. Aleksei's mother Rosa wasn't even fit to be called a mother, in fact she was nothing more than a whore. New men came in each week and the door almost always remained locked on her room, while the times when it wasn't she was merely unconscious with drugs. Everyone in the family feared when next their father would come home, at least until he didn't come home at all. Aleksei wasn't any older than thirteen when he joined a gang in the streets and alleyways of their part of town. Life there was almost better than life at home- they stole numerous things, and stayed late into the night with bottles of strong liquor and packets of drugs. Aleksei was never taught any better than life on the streets and he started to not go back home at all. He grew older, and the things that the gang did grew worse. Some of the older members began rape and one night it escalated to something else. Aleksei normally avoided those sorts of situations, but half-drunk against the wall in the shadows he watched wide-eyed and unresponsive as two boys he knew as Jasen and Luke held someone against the wall, whispering hot words in the darkness. There was the flash of something metallic in the hands of Jasen and then the hollow resonation of a shot. The struggling form-- the man, he saw now-- slumped and hit the ground whatever unspoken furies forever sealed against his lips. Aleksei was hardly able to say anything response, but finally he struggled into a unstable standing position. At this Jasen turned to him, and said roughly. "If you say anything to anyone, kid..." The threat was enough to make Aleksei leave hurriedly but hardly enough to really scare him. Wasn't it?
But the thing was, Aleksei was afraid of the two boys. They hadn't seemed... right. In fact they seemed extremely odd when it happened, and so Aleksei went against their threat and told some of his closer friends of what they did. Socked and appalled though, they were still unable to do anything about it. Word circulated. Jasen and Luke became two rejects and they were outcast of the circle that they had all formed.
Sure enough though, no more than a night after this had happened Aleksei was walking alone in the darkness. He'd never feared it before, and had his hands in his pockets walking from some place or another to somewhere else. He saw a converted, hostile movement in the corner of his eye at the mouth of an alley and he had stopped, peering curiously into the darkness.
It hardly took any time for him to distinguish the feral eyes in the darkness beyond, and as it was even when he broke the stare and started to run, the creature in the shadows leapt from its hideaway and attacked. For the most part all Aleksei remembered was it's glowing blue eyes and thick blond fur-- eyes and hair the color of Jasen's. He also remembered the heavy breath of the lupine in his face, the ripping, tearing feeling of teeth at his throat, the heavy pressure of a powerful monster across Aleksei's own chest.
But people had found him, and the wolf had run. Later on Aleksei heard that, "It must've been a wild dog. Feral." The hospital stitched his wounds and looked doubtful when he told them that he knew it was a wolf. No more than a month later though, Aleksei's form was torn apart by ripping, horrible pains. And the black wolf destroyed his human body, and his human life. He left the gang, and he moved from his large Russian city to London.
Mother/Father: Rose
Siblings: Ross, Sam, Avery
Offspring: None
Other: None
† RP example †
Aleksei's frame was nothing more than a shadow against the darkness of the night. His risen silhouette. His shoulders were tensed, his eyes narrowed and gleaming like slivers of a golden moon but he was merely staring into nothingness. Or at least his gaze was merely directed towards the twilight sky. Tones of amethyst and sapphire fell across the velveteen depths of blue as night spilled across the heavens like ink through water. Hands were inserted into the deep pockets of his worn leather jacket, and all the while his appearance took on a manner of indolence. An idleness was edging across that ever-present tension. His muscles loosened as stars started to surface in the sea of the celestial heavens.
Head was titled upwards, and after an instant of continually staring at that sky, he straitened from his slouched position against the elegant stone building he had been leaning against, and started to walk. He produced though as he moved, from his pocket a lighter and a cigarette. Smoke pillared from the briefly ember-colored end of the cigarette and gave an inhale of the smoke before blew it roughly from flaring nostrils. Those golden eyes took an idle look in them, nothing more than a careless sort of tiredness. His expression told the story that he could hardly care of what was happening, so long it meant something was happening.
His pace was quick, though not overly so. In fact more than anything else he took on an expression of drawled boredom, both in the way he moved and the feral glint in his eyes. Another drag of the cigarette another exhale of smoke. After an instant more of this he discarded it to the ground, stepping across the burning embers as he passed. A hollow whistle found play across his pushed lips, the sound filling the silence of the air which hung heavy with the scents of human inhabitation and alleyways. Sounds hit and resounded in his ears, loud and sharp against what gathered serenity he rested in. The bark of a dog, shattering the air, the cry of a happy child down the road as they romped through the mostly abandoned streets, and yet as it was the darkness was setting in. After a moment more of play he watched as a mother came from a house along with a splaying light, calling to those children in the tawny lawn.
Of course they would be running to their houses this time of hour, the fear long since bestowed would long since remain. And yet Aleksei shared none of this fear, in fact he hardly felt anything at all about it. After all though, monsters come out in the dark don’t they? For an instant he felt a twisted, cold, and humorless smile list at his lips with a chilled and soundless laughter that sparked within his eyes, but it soon faded into nothing but regret.
Even as it was, he kept walking towards no specific destination. Only his own restlessness kept him going in his search for some muse, whether it was inspirational or anything but. Those feral, yellow-gold eyes fell as golden optics into the darkness, they became nothing more than flames in the twilight shadows. They shone if anything, the color of wolf-gold.
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