Post by Bucket on Oct 29, 2011 17:19:45 GMT -5
NIKOLAI KARCHOV
What you vant, I can provide
age:
Nineteen
gender:
Male
orientation:
What's that?
occupation:
Amateur Chemist and professional vagrant
housing:
Roomies with Aleksandra
traits:
Chemical prodigy capable of mixing up almost anything if provided a recipe; High-Functioning Autistic; only knows Russian and a few nigh unintelligible English phrases; fidgets compulsively; easily spooked by conflict; clams up to "stim" whenever overwhelmed by sight, sound, or sensation; couldn't ever imagine anything more interesting than chemistry; illegal immigrant; has no fighting skills to speak of whatsoever; non-confrontational; doesn't like to meet people's eyes; not enrolled in any school and probably couldn't be even if he wanted to since he's an undocumented illegal immigrant from Russia
Nineteen
gender:
Male
orientation:
What's that?
occupation:
Amateur Chemist and professional vagrant
housing:
Roomies with Aleksandra
traits:
Chemical prodigy capable of mixing up almost anything if provided a recipe; High-Functioning Autistic; only knows Russian and a few nigh unintelligible English phrases; fidgets compulsively; easily spooked by conflict; clams up to "stim" whenever overwhelmed by sight, sound, or sensation; couldn't ever imagine anything more interesting than chemistry; illegal immigrant; has no fighting skills to speak of whatsoever; non-confrontational; doesn't like to meet people's eyes; not enrolled in any school and probably couldn't be even if he wanted to since he's an undocumented illegal immigrant from Russia
(Autistic but self-sufficient)
appearance:
Stands at about 5'5" and has pasty white Russian skin with medium length and somewhat flippy jet-black hair that almost hangs into his uncharacteristically emerald-green eye. His face has a sharp quality to it, but isn't menacing. He wears a paperboy-style brown cap and wears an eyepatch over his left eye to reduce the amount of visual stimulation he can be exposed to at any given moment. Similarly to the eyepatch he always has an iPod plugged in and the buds in his ears, softly playing comforting traditional Russian music that reminds him of home. He usually wears a light green shirt with a opened brown leather jacket over it, and jeans that probably haven't been washed in a month. His sneakers are worn from a year or more of use, and he looks generally dirty and disheveled, despite a strong desire to be clean.
Stands at about 5'5" and has pasty white Russian skin with medium length and somewhat flippy jet-black hair that almost hangs into his uncharacteristically emerald-green eye. His face has a sharp quality to it, but isn't menacing. He wears a paperboy-style brown cap and wears an eyepatch over his left eye to reduce the amount of visual stimulation he can be exposed to at any given moment. Similarly to the eyepatch he always has an iPod plugged in and the buds in his ears, softly playing comforting traditional Russian music that reminds him of home. He usually wears a light green shirt with a opened brown leather jacket over it, and jeans that probably haven't been washed in a month. His sneakers are worn from a year or more of use, and he looks generally dirty and disheveled, despite a strong desire to be clean.
(What do you really expect from an underage Russian immigrant?)
history:
Nikolai was born to a typical poor Russian family living outside Moscow. His mother and father worked their hardest to provide for and love Nikolai, sending him to school and keeping him fed just enough to survive the harsh Russian winters. Unfortunately, his parents weren't able to cope with his developmental disorder, which prevented him from learning even to speak until he was three. Nikolai was twelve when his parents were murdered in a random mugging. Left to roam the harsh streets of Moscow, Nikolai was forced to adapt as much as he could or simply die. He did his best to cope with the overwhelming world he lived in, with one goal in mind. A city that he had heard mentioned, Plethora, promised a new start and a new life for him, and so that was his one goal. In his campaign to scrape together enough money to buy his passage, Nikolai found work with a local cobbler. The young boy was paid a meager sum to mix the chemicals used by the shoemaker to tan leather, and he loved every minute of it. Nikolai was fascinated by the chemical process, and constantly adjusted the mixture until he found just the right way to cure the leather so that it was strong but flexible and lasted long even in the harsh Russian climate. The cobbler, impressed despite a lack of comprehension for Nikolai's activities, gave to him a large silver coin of foreign print. It was an American fifty cent piece. Nikolai decided to keep the coin as an icon, using it as a worry totem that he could play with to self-soothe. Both faces of the coin have long since been rubbed off by Nikolai's incessant rubbing, but the coin still has a huge emotional weight to him, and he never leaved it out of sight or off his person, even when sleeping or showering. Nikolai spent any time not at the leatherworks in the library, voraciously reading everything he could about chemistry. It is a safe bet now that Nikolai knows as much about chemical interactions and molecular physics as any College professor. Only at the age of eighteen had Nikolai saved up enough to buy his way into the cargo hold of a ship sailing for Plethora, where he arrived right on the day of his nineteenth birthday.
Nikolai was born to a typical poor Russian family living outside Moscow. His mother and father worked their hardest to provide for and love Nikolai, sending him to school and keeping him fed just enough to survive the harsh Russian winters. Unfortunately, his parents weren't able to cope with his developmental disorder, which prevented him from learning even to speak until he was three. Nikolai was twelve when his parents were murdered in a random mugging. Left to roam the harsh streets of Moscow, Nikolai was forced to adapt as much as he could or simply die. He did his best to cope with the overwhelming world he lived in, with one goal in mind. A city that he had heard mentioned, Plethora, promised a new start and a new life for him, and so that was his one goal. In his campaign to scrape together enough money to buy his passage, Nikolai found work with a local cobbler. The young boy was paid a meager sum to mix the chemicals used by the shoemaker to tan leather, and he loved every minute of it. Nikolai was fascinated by the chemical process, and constantly adjusted the mixture until he found just the right way to cure the leather so that it was strong but flexible and lasted long even in the harsh Russian climate. The cobbler, impressed despite a lack of comprehension for Nikolai's activities, gave to him a large silver coin of foreign print. It was an American fifty cent piece. Nikolai decided to keep the coin as an icon, using it as a worry totem that he could play with to self-soothe. Both faces of the coin have long since been rubbed off by Nikolai's incessant rubbing, but the coin still has a huge emotional weight to him, and he never leaved it out of sight or off his person, even when sleeping or showering. Nikolai spent any time not at the leatherworks in the library, voraciously reading everything he could about chemistry. It is a safe bet now that Nikolai knows as much about chemical interactions and molecular physics as any College professor. Only at the age of eighteen had Nikolai saved up enough to buy his way into the cargo hold of a ship sailing for Plethora, where he arrived right on the day of his nineteenth birthday.
notes:
Will be attached to Aleksandra like a limb for the foreseeable future.
Will be attached to Aleksandra like a limb for the foreseeable future.