Post by Ivan Briars on Feb 1, 2009 17:55:35 GMT
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NAME / ALIAS : Emily
AGE : 18
CONTACT INFO: shelob242003@hotmail.com
WHERE YOU FOUND THE SITE : Google
OTHER CHARACTERS : None
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE : Literate. 5 year Veteran
TIMEZONE : Central.
ANYTHING ELSE : I work and take care of a family. You must understand that I can not be on 24/7, as I do have a life outside of the internet.
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FULL NAME : Ivan Briars
NICKNAME : Ivan
GENDER : Male
DATE OF BIRTH : March 2, 1980
AGE : 28
CANON : None.
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HAIR : His hair is a dirty blonde with darker highlights ranging from underneath to ontop. It's messy and usually greasy; he doesn't wash it as often as he should. He wears it in no style, but does brush it in the mornings before getting up. He parts it on the side (not directly down the middle) and the long bangs flip over the top of his head. The longest part of his hair is his bangs. They fall to his cheeks (atleast), but slowly withdraws to shorter lochs as it goes back. It is normally straight, but gains light, wavy curls when he washes it.
EYES : His eyes are perfectly even, but a little bit squinty. It is sometimes hard to tell his mood, since its hard to see his blue eyes clearly. When he is truely happy, the eye lids part, and show the shiny blue's in an almond shaped base. When you can get close enough, you can see there are light and dark tones all through his eyes.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES : Ivan Briars does not have any distinguishing features. Tattoos, piercings, and scars are things that people can identify you with, so he has always been extra careful in avoiding such things. Well, I suppose you can count the tracks on his arms...
BUILD : He stands about 5'7. He is lean, but muscular. His shoulders are broad for his size and his stomach is extremely flat. He has a rather feminine form that fits perfectly into tuxedos and suits.
STYLE : He is usually seen wearing button-up shirts with the front open to expose a white or black tank-top (wife-beater). He only has one pair of jeans. They are faded and have several holes in the thighs and knees. There is a hole in his rear pocket as well.
OVERALL : He is emotionless. He stares at you through beady blue eyes, and its the kind of stare you would shudder at. His smile is a cunning dare, a sexy little seductive grin that makes quite a few girls melt into puddles at his feet. When men stare at the smile, they see pure demise and destructions. His whole attitude is riddled with evil.
AVATAR CLAIM : LeoNardo DiCaprio
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LIKES & DISLIKES:
Likes - Solitude,
Instant mashed potatos,
Weapons (such as guns),
craftsmanship (Such as homemade bombs),
writing (Such as ransom letters),
art (such as visual aids),
Cooking (such as drugs),
Gardening (such as...drugs.),
Sex (with the fairer sex),
and Money.
Dislikes -
Gang Violence (He works alone or with one person), Homosexuals ('Your lifestyle is a lie.'),
common joy (Happiness is futile)
, and ho's ('No one likes what you have to offer).
SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Straight.
FEARS : He fears nothing. Except for little dogs. There is something in his subconcious mind that makes him terrified of those little ankle-biters.
THE OFFENCE : Possession of a weapon, Terroristical Threats (and behavior), Arsen, Possesion of Marijuana, Cocaine, and Meth, Kidnapping, Murder (Every kind imaginable).
OVERALL PERSONALITY : Ivan is the original smooth criminal. He's sly and clever, and could rule the world if he enjoyed company. But he has a hard time with trust, having given his trust once before and it blowing up in his face.
He is especially wary of Females. They're not good. They're evil. That's why they bleed once a month for 7 days, and do not die.
People often call him crazy when they listen to him talk and listen to him give his reasons to why he did what he did. The way he stares and the way he walks is enough to tell you he does not care about any other life but his own. He is an emotionless monster. He does not appreciate friendship, allies are different.
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HOMETOWN : Liverpool, Texas
WEALTH : Enough to get by.
PARENTS : Bruce Briars, 65 (now), Petra Briars, 54 (now)
SIBLINGS : None
CHILDREN : A daughter named Anna Marie.
PETS : None
HISTORY : His father is always drunk.
His mother is always doped up.
He lived a free life, didn't even attend school, but always ran with the wrong crowd. His first experience was when he was only 14 years old. His friends conned him into beating a f*g**t that attended their school, and he was more than happy to oblige. He nearly beat the boy to death, but it was never proven to be him. He was too clever for the law to catch. Besides, it was too dark to identify any of suspects.
His next game came when he was 15 years old. He had already been involved with drugs, but nothing could ever amount to Murder for Hire. His friends introduced him to a local gang looking to dismiss any competition. He never knew anything about the young man he shot, but Ivan was willing to sit atop a house one evening and scope the 'competition' out. It took one shot with a rifle to bring him down, and he was rewarded for his skills. He was hired time and time again and was soon reviewed by a larger mob in the greater houston area. The boss allowed him to stay in his home, live in his home, and come and go as he pleased...So long as Ivan gave his services to him. Ivan lived happily, forgetting about his time in the small town on the coast of his home-state. He worked often, taking time inbetween to create bombs and drugs in his bedroom upstairs. No one ever said anything to him, so his talent grew by the hour. He had become a chef, entrapaneur, and a craftsman. He sold, bought, made...Lived. He earned money, bought weapons and supplies off of friends in the black market, and even began to party a little too hard.
He left the mob boss, and went to live elsewhere (he will never say). He lived in a remote barn and traveled from city to city, taking up offers to murder and snipe, and even having fun in between. He would take hostages, rape them, and then kill them. Just for the mere pleasure of it. Until he met Penelope. She had gone by the nickname Pyro and she was just as much a chef and craftsman as he. He immediately fell in love and day after day they worked together. Taking hostages together, harming them, and sometimes setting them free (sometimes.).
But Penelope disappeared, without saying as much of a word and had disappeared for 10 years. In that time, he continued to blow malls and superstores up, snipe for money, and cook and grow his drugs. He lived the life and he lived it in secret, no one ever knowing it was him. A master at the game called life...
But 10 years later, they knocked on his door, and found his den. They arrested him for so many counts and ended up getting locked up for life. He was guilty, he admitted to being guilty, but still had no idea who'd turned him in. He had an idea...Penelope had ended up pregnant and had a daughter, the cops identified her, and promised to let her go if she pointed out the true mastermind of all the destruction. Like a hoe, she did...And Ivan ended up getting throwin into a place like Fox River...
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PRISONER STATUS: General Population
READ THE RULES : i'm a beautiful loser
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE :
"Ivan...You can trust me..."
"Just close your eyes, and rest..."
He dreamt about dreaming. He could see her sweet, thin face in the back of his mind. It's bright sillouhette taking away the darkness of a nightmare and turning it into pure ecstacy. He dreamt about dreaming. He dreamt of her. In his sleep, a smile curled upon his baby face, and his eyes smiled too. He was in a grand place with the woman that he once loved. But wait...
He opened his eyes and looked to his side and saw nothing but a flat matress and a dirty concrete floor. He slid down onto his pillow, letting out a long and uncomforable sigh.
Before his eyes could slither shut, he stared down towards the floor. Two wide and heavy eyes were staring straight up at him. The small muzzle turned in up a gnarled grin and a row of finely pointed fangs glimmered in the dim light of the cell. Ivan let out one long scream and wound up sitting up in his bed, holding tight to his pillow. He gasped for air. The dog was going to eat him!
Thank god I woke up!
In his concious mind, he forgot about Penelope, and all he could vision was that little chihuahua, smiling up at him with that evil stare. Big dogs never terrified him as much as little dogs, but this little f**ker did!
Beads of sweat dotted his forehead and he wiped them away with the back of his wrist.
"I need to talk to someone tomorrow. Some snow should get me through tomorrow night..."
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I'm happy that y'all accepted him. 
