Vassili Zaitsev

[vassili]

ABOUT THE CHARACTER
Name: Vassili Zaitsev
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Year: 4 years
Celebrity: none

Facial Properties:
Ice blue eyes, and a innocent face. A small mouth, and pale skin, matches his shy personality. Semi short blond hair, just some hair to hang over his eyes. His hair isn't shoulder length or anything, not that long. His ears aren't big, a little small, as if hardly noticable. Cheek bones seem to be visible, but his pale expression just fills in the gap. His nose isn't big, or wide, just short and narrow. As if that isn't enough, he worries that his teeth are a traincrash, but when really there straight. Maybe a bit out of line, but nothing noticable.
Physique:
Skinny, indeed. Never to fat or over wieght. Not at all. It's visible though, that he hasn't seem much sun. White skin, not pale or anything. And never to small either, being 5'6 may give the impression of tall, but don't be intimidated by him please. He doesn't imply that. No, he doesn't have a eating disorder, just a high metabolism. He may athletic, if you glance at him. Hardly meat on his bones, some muscle, but he manages.

Personality:
One word, shy. Quiet as well, but not as far as anti social. Yes, at times he may not even say a word during class, or at hours at all. He can be outgoing, trust me, he breaks out of his shell on some days. But when he days, he's very nice. He'll show concern, and care when you talk. He'll listen. And he's very very shy around strangers. Hardly ever will he speak to someone he's about to meet.

At times, he worries too much. Perhaps paranoid? Whenever almost late to class, he'll begin to shake, and turn pale. Just worrying. Friends will notice this. And they also know he doesn't like to get into trouble. If doing something that the teachers will notice, he'll be his nervous self, and act differently. It's just him. At times he can be compeltely care free at times. But he can very nervous when it comes to something that takes work. He still is aware of what he's doing though.

Scared, of the dark at times. But it's not as trouble some as it was in the past. Walking down hallways in the middle of the dark, yes. But that's pretty much all he is scared of. Bullies, and negative people, not at all. Hardly ever is Vassili amused. A few things, but he won't laugh whenever something supposedly funny comes along. It's just his dry self.

Never will he be mean. But happy a majority of the time. He can very positive, then agian, be very negative. Just depends on how the day wen't, or how classes go. Usualy he suffers bad migrains, alot from stress, and school. Alot from him self. Whenever around friends, he can be very talkative, and quite happy. On his free time, he spends lots of time reading, and lots writing. When argueing, he'll use his intelligence agianst you, and he enjoys argueing, just to make you feel bad for starting it. He hates when people start an arguement on someone else that doesn't deserve it. In most cases, he'll let it slip by.

When ever he's in a bad mood, Vassili will hardly ever say anything. Nothing noticable since he hardly says anything. But when you anger him more, he'll try to be nice the first, and then might snap. Verbally, not physically, so don't worry about him hitting you or anything.

Friends, just happy, good caring friends. Who are also nice. He'll wan't that out of many friends that he has. Just enjoy his time socially, since he hardly has a social life at times. He's shy, and at times he can very outgoing, it's just Vassili.
Likes:
Reading
Writing
Poetry
Good Books
Good Friends
Blue skys
Days that go well
Debats
Argueing
Socializing with friends
Teachers who actually teach and have emotion in there voice
Walking outside, and looking at plants
Dislikes:
Negative people
Monotone speaking teachers
Mean friends
Migrains
Sunny days
Dark hallways
Broken, and bland books
Bad poetry


History:

Born to a farmer, who most dearly loved his goats, and lonely mother. This all contributed to his shy personality. Born on a farm, and being the only child, he find himself bored in so many ways. Pets, very many, at times when no one was around, he would talk to animals. At times, he would read, labels on food, all sorts of things to cure boredom.

He once tried counting carpet fibers in room. Instead, he got bored of that, and observed plant life. Growing intrested into all sorts of things when he was five. He occupied himself the oddest of ways. Vassili once tried to get in his father's car. He observed first, whenever in a car with his dad of how he started the car. Following him into the house, to see where he put the car keys. For pure enjoyment, he took and hid the keys, just to see his dad get angry. On the next morning, he tried to start the car, instead his dad caught him. From on there, Vassili had to help his father with farm work.

A five year old doing that? Just to show how he can cure boredom in many ways. His mother was a mute, she couldn't speak. She speant many hours writing, this is where Vassili got his liking on writing. Whenever he was doing farmwork, he was spending his time writing to his mother in the kitchen. She would write back, on the kitchen table, fix meals together. Not even saying a word.

His father, it was always work. His father's free time included talking to the goats, and giving them comfort. Vassili never really liked working with the goats, as they always hated him. It was always the same, work, more work, and plenty of work. And always remaining quiet when doing this, as well as writing to his mother. He spoke to her sometimes, but enjoyed writing more than speaking.

It was until the age of ten his father finally spoke to him for more than five minuates. And this didn't include on how to milk a cow, and plant beans. Just to reveal his past, his father mentioned that he once a wizard. His father also wanted to teach him, 'magic'. Growing curious of this, Vassili spent more and more this time working with his father's old wand. It affected his farm work dearly. He practiced magic more than farm work, and spent more than writing to his mother aswell.

Thinking it was best for him, his father let him go into hogwarts for a better life than working on the farm. He's been happy ever since, but misses his parents dearly.

ABOUT YOU
Name: Vass, Vassili.
Years of Experience: 1 year.
Sample Post:The hunters dug in the hill side. They dug holes, dug up mounds of dirt, pulled brush over to their sleeping holes. They were digging in, maybe hopeing to ambush a group of wolves. Luckily, for a wolf hiding in the snow, no one had spotted him. Vassili watched as the large boots just walked around him. The snow continued to blanket his body. He pelt was thick, and now fully covered in snow. He had achieved stealth, and was now going to hunt. He hoped for a group of wolves to attack, and then fall back. Just hoping they would follow guerrilla warfare, have the Hunters fall back so Vassili could pick them off. The sun tried to poke out of the clouds, but couldn't, the snow was too thick to poke through.

The wind had died down, scents of all sorts of animals ceased to be. Tree's without leaves were covered in snow. What a peaceful presence, yet peace had turned into hell the past few days. Still the horizon burned, bellowing smoke, and crying ash. The smell of death filled the air from decaying dead animals, and a few dead hunters. It was a sorry sight, war is hell.

The hunters, well these group of hunters were equipped for something, ready. They were deerskin packs, and held muskets. Few had bow and arrows, possible they were scouts. Vassili couldn't decide. Some hunters had decorations on their rifle barrels and stocks, possible a few Native American's had owned them. But as Vassili scanned the area, he caught a glance of a man dressed in a fancy dress coat. It was a bright brown, button up with a yellow tie showing. He wore a hat, not a cowboy hat or a baseball hat. Just a round European hat. He had an odd accent, and a thick walrus mustache. On his hips, he had two revolvers. Hunters gathered around him, the fancy dressed man unholstered his two revolvers and started to spin them, and flipping them up in the air. The hunters laughed, and showed signs of amazement.

Vassili was struck with amazement too.

A few minutes had passed, and the snow covered wolf noticed that a large portion of the group had broken off, and started a patrol. The rest stayed, hidden between brush, and crouched down in holes. Vassili continued to scan the area, watching their movements. These were determined hunters, capable of killing dozens of wolves. Just then, Vassili caught a flash of something down a trail. d**n, a group of wolves, Vassili thought. They were a group of about five to seven. What were they doing? Vassili continued to watch, the hunters prepared, shouldering their rifles, and looking down their sites.

Just then, as the group of wolves entered the Hunter's kill zone, and main concentration of fire. They opened fire with a loud volley. Howls of Wolf's filled the air, the wolves took casualties, but they charged out, hitting the hunter's flanks. The hunter's scattered seeing that the wolves were ripping hunter's apart. A hunter fell right in front of him, he was being attacked by a wolf. The wolf ripped at the hunter's face, Vassili decided to join. The hunters fell back, one was lucky, and tripped over Vassili. Vassili finished him off, chewing on his flesh. Seeing to it that the other wolves started to go on the trail again, the fight was over. Vassili picked up a trail, and the hunt was just starting. Their were plenty of hunters to kill.

The snow covered wolf trotted down a trail, following blood trails...
Other: *edited*

[Abbie Chalk]

Read the rules more thoroughly

[Abbie Chalk]

It's not "edited". I'm putting this application on hold until the correct keyword can be put there. Contact me when you think you have it. It's not that hard to find. Just read the rules.

[Abbie Chalk]

Accepted