Ivan Braginsky | Russia | Garrison Corporal [wip]

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その日人類は思い出したXXXヤツらに支配されていた恐怖をXXX鳥籠の中に囚われていた屈辱を On that day, mankind received a grim reminder... Ivan Braginsky Age: 23 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Russian Rank: Corporal of the Garrison Birthday: June 12th Physical Appearance: picture Distinguishing Features: His face is rounded in complexion, skin pale and with facial features that are both well-formed and of childlike expression. What stands out are plush rounded cheeks and an overgrown nose. The silvery paleness of blond hair brings out the violet light of his eyes, which are wide and curious and appear to look a little less than stable. His figure is robust, shoulders broad and limbs bearing a noticeable definition of muscle - and although there is a hint of fat to his stomach and his thighs, all of that sheer size is owed to what he prefers to call being "big-boned." He's always fully covered from the chin down, which makes it hard to judge what lies underneath all that bulk. He isn't keen on showing skin, nor does he try to make himself look all that large. In an effort of self-consciousness and preservation of heat, Ivan dresses in several layers no matter the temperature. There's always a scarf worn around his neck, though if one so happens to see a glimpse of the skin underneath, he has a lot of scars there as well. Personality: Ivan appears to wear a mask of one solid expression: content. Gentle features and a soft smile carry it through on a plush and rounded face so unbecoming of his hulking size. And a mask is exactly what it is – a thin sheet of false happiness made to hide what all lies underneath. His smiles are usually forced or not at all what they seem to be. They might be misleading, or in some instances they might be perfectly genuine. The fact that Ivan is always smiling is not a sign of everyday well being, nor does it ever properly convey what’s going through his head. Not only does this make him unpredictable, but it also contributes to his overall unsettling aura – and because his smile is intended to come off as positive and friendly, he can’t ever understand why he’s thought out to be frightening or strange. Even if he can’t commit to feeling it himself, he hopes to spread a sense of warmth and happiness for others to pick up on, as well as lead them to believe that there aren’t any reasons to worry about him. That doesn’t go to say that his behaviors aren’t odd, but he just doesn’t realize it himself. He has a tendency to be quiet at first, either lurking somewhere in the background or closely watching those around him with absorbed fascination. He seems to have little boundaries regarding personal space, and it comforts him to be in close proximity of people (while taking minimum notice of how uncomfortable they might be). His general actions usually betray what he’s actually feeling, instead acting upon the optimism that he likes to omit. While he is capable of sensing the atmosphere of any given room, he often doesn’t know how to properly react to it – even at the worst of times will he try to lighten the mood with his own positivity. He does like to try and make everyone smile, after all, even if his advances are based on impulse. By the time he’s made his first impression, it’s evident that some things about him are off. Ivan’s youth fell quite short of a proper childhood, leading him into a life of little nourishment without any positive experiences to look back on. His childish behavior through adulthood is his way of obtaining the childhood that he never had, though in reality it’s something he can’t quite control either way. He most often speaks in a light voice, laced with a singsong tone and boyish laughter. He has difficulty seeing right from wrong, and so long as he isn’t scolded or punished for his actions, he’ll continue to do things his own way under the impression that there won’t be any consequences. Even if someone does happen to reprimand him, there’s the possibility that he’ll be stubborn and choose not to listen. His perspective on things is different, wherein things that seem odd to others will feel completely normal to him. Not only does he speak with a thick native accent, but he has a peculiar style of speech when talking. He prefers to stay away from profanity, substituting himself with a cleaner vocabulary (not that his vocabulary is very expansive, given his lack of skill in English). He doesn’t seem to react when someone else swears when speaking, though it always surprises him to hear any such language around him. He also doesn’t use any vulgarity, nor does he seem very capable of picking it up from anyone else – innuendos and things of the like seem to go right over his head, imitating a sense of naivety about him on the subject. He won’t like to share anything that’s personal about him, and of course talking about anything of sexual context tends to fluster him – on the other hand, however, he can be very blunt. If there is something he has to share, he won’t refrain from telling anyone who’s around to listen. Even if he likes to talk, he isn’t exactly the best person to seek advice from. He thinks he’s good at offering advice and reassurance, but most often than not he ends up saying something that makes the situation even worse. He’s never been too sure on how to console people, though through observation he’s managed to learn that affection is the key. Depending on who it is that needs the reassurance, he might be amused to see despair in another person – and should he feel the need to make them feel better, he’ll use as much affection and positive words as he possibly can. In other cases, he’s the one that will need to seek personal advice from another – though he prefers to be secretive about such things. While a relatively social person, he suppresses shyness and self-consciousness unless triggered by certain situations. He has low self esteem in regards to how he looks, which is fortunately out of mind only until someone happens to bring it to his attention. As a fault of excessive eating and alcohol consumption, extra weight is packed especially around his stomach and his cheeks (not to mention the size of his nose and the blemishes that mark his neck) all of which can impair his pride. Attention in general is mostly always welcomed, though he won’t appreciate any such assets of his being put on the spotlight. If he’s ever outwardly taunted or teased, expect that he’ll make convenient use of his scarf to hide behind – only if the provoking continues will he try and lash back with his own comment, though comebacks were never his specialty. He has to think hard first, which is why they either sound pathetic or he doesn’t even bother. It isn’t only his physical attributes that embarrass him. Just about anything can catch him off guard and have him flustered, even compliments and words of affection that he always hopes to hear. Friendly speech with another can come naturally to him, though he’s grown used enough to receiving words below friendly banter that any returned kindness is both a surprise and a wonder to hear. Of course, there are some things that are a risk to his pride and therefore he will do his best to calmly reject them – if ever he hears words such as "cute" directed toward him, he’ll proceed with relentless denial until it’s vowed never to call him something like that again. However, he does like to throw the most endearing (or degrading) names on others as often as he can – as jerky a quality as it is about him, he loves to make people feel better about themselves as well as embarrass them and cause them to blush, so long as no one tries to do the same to him. With a little determination, though, one might get him to tolerate it. Despite his childish antics, Ivan does hate it if he’s ever outwardly treated like a child. Being babied is something that’s easier to pick up on, and in this case his demeanor can turn sour when trying to convince someone that he doesn’t need to be treated in any such manner. He will like to argue and bring up his maturity, though his methods of protest – becoming irritated and grumpy and the like – don’t always prove in favor of what he’s trying to argue. Other times, however, he does crave certain attention from people. Loneliness has always been a lingering problem, though if desperation happens to hit and he seeks the company of another, he’ll want close contact and attention so that he may feel secure. With years passed of keeping his emotions bottled up inside, he's grown skilled in keeping it so that no one can tell what it is he’s going through. He’s a man that runs on the fantastical dreams that run through his mind, well situated with using those to mask the darker desires that live deeper down – the strongest of them being his desire to find companionship, to feel needed, to no longer feel so lonely. Due to an inability to maintain relationships and friends in general, he’s lived nearly all his life without someone who stays close. While he might not put this fact about him out on display, it isn’t something that’s difficult to notice about him. The prospect and feeling of loneliness is something he usually tries to keep out of mind, though he can only go so long without succumbing to desperation – a desperation which, never with his full control, drives him to do most of the bizarre things that he does, not to mention his untraditional ways of trying to make friends. Having gone so long without a single friend to stay, he’s never really touched upon how exactly he’s supposed to make friends. All he has to rely on is his social behavior and what he’s observed of other people. Upon first meeting someone, he isn’t one to judge by the cover. He sees potential goodness in everyone he meets, if only because it helps him think that they’ll be the perfect person for him. Once introductions and initial interactions have gone underway, then his opinion on someone might waver based on how they behave toward him – even if they’re rude and the first meeting doesn’t go as expected, that likely won’t stop him from trying again the next several times. He can be a little irritated when faced with the less courteous of people, though he hates having to give up on befriending someone. Driven by his aforementioned desperation, his attempts on making friends are often very forward and forceful. Most of the time, he’s the one who decides for himself who will and will not be his friend, thus leading to one-sided relationships – and not to mention deciding for the other person as well that he is their friend. He’ll often be following the person of interest around, asking as many questions as possible to start getting to know them. And if someone does happen to return the attention to him and strive for friendship, at that point it will be near impossible to get him to leave them alone. Achieving his goal of making friends always spurs confidence, which can turn to overconfidence over time. Since his respect for personal space is so low, he can be awfully clingy once he’s become attached to someone, putting forth his most affectionate tendencies under the assumption that the other person is perfectly accepting of it. With this confidence comes another rooted fear of losing a friend, which is why he tends to be so attached to anyone he becomes acquainted with. He’s always been afraid of making anyone upset with or mad at him, which is why he strives so much to make everyone else happy; if it so happens that someone becomes upset with him, he’ll turn to a wreck trying to make it up to them. Since he is a very hopeful individual, he won’t give up on his efforts until he is forgiven for whatever he’s done – and in all honesty, it isn’t hard for him to make a mistake that upsets company. Relating to his clinginess and affection toward friends, there are definite occasions where he can become too overbearing. He tends to forget his own size and strength, which can cause unintentional harm to any smaller body. It’s embarrassing for him when he realizes the damage he might have done in his excitement, though it doesn’t deter his efforts to fix and make everything better again. One of the most debilitating aspects of Ivan’s personality is his greedy and possessive nature. This is so even with inanimate objects, perhaps driven by just two reasons: he fears anything being taken away from him, and, if only temporarily, anything can be used to fill that lonely void inside him. When he has nobody around to keep him company, the only things he can turn to for comfort are... well, anything nearby that he can find. Various things can keep him occupied for a good portion of time, just long enough to take his mind off of his current situation. He’s easily entertained by the little things, finding importance in them that most other people would overlook. And when he does want something, he’ll make sure to show it; even if it means taking something for himself without any prior permission. He’s usually iffy when it comes to sharing, and prefers not to have to resort to that – unless he’s in a rare generous mood to do so. Coinciding with those two traits is his jealousy. He’s jealous of other people more than anything, always under the assumption that everyone he meets has had a better childhood than he, a higher chance of having received the childhood and the nourishment that he needed. While this does make him envious, another part of him can be glad that someone else didn’t have to go through anything that he did. And when it comes to people, his protective nature can easily become overprotective. He does everything to please people he likes, always wanting to prove to them that he can be the good person that they need – and when he becomes attached to someone, that is where his separation anxiety begins to settle. At that point he might seem more like an overbearing shadow, though it’s all in his faulty attempt to keep loved ones safe and make sure that they don’t plan on leaving him behind. Especially when it comes to family does he have an overprotective brother complex, always minding over what they’re doing and who they’re spending time with. While he wants them to be happy, he also wants to prove that even if he can’t obtain any friends, he can learn to be a good brother. Ivan isn’t picky when it comes to romantic partners, usually being the one who pursues and insinuates the relationship himself. It isn’t difficult for him to become easily attached to someone, and when he’s decided that he wants them as something more than friend, he won’t be afraid to take the chance. Someone he takes interest in will become victim to frequent unexpected visits and possible stalking, and however reluctant they are to accept him, they hopefully shouldn’t be too disappointed by how he can actually be in a romantic relationship. Naturally he’s very protective and caring to his best ability, in hopes of keeping that person with him, and he loves to spoil his partners with abundant attention, gifts and cheesy terms of endearment. It might come as a surprise, though he’s rather experienced when it comes to physical romance. He chooses to overlook the flaws in someone and focus instead on what makes them a better person – and he’ll be so proud of himself for finding a special someone that he’ll probably want to show their relationship off to the public. He doesn’t mind being affectionate in public either, just as much as he is anywhere else. After all, people like affection and will stay with you that way, right? That’s what he’ll tell himself. His fascination over people can border obsession, though it’s all based around an interest he has for both the psychology and the cultures of others. He likes to know how the mind works, hence why he can usually be found staring at others and being lost in thought – and whenever he meets someone, he’ll be avidly interested in finding out all about them; where they come from, what are their interests, and things of that nature. He is an intelligent man, taking a much broader liking for various sciences and the stars above; though this intellect doesn’t quite go the same for modern technology. He much prefers old-fashioned things, since he isn’t up to date with most of the things that go on today – which also goes for modern speech. The way people talk often confuses him, and only occasionally will he try and repeat terms and phrases he doesn’t understand, only pretending that he does. He tends to take everything he hears literally, which can be risky if he takes it the wrong way. He can be gullible and fall easily for things, giving lead to the more experimental side of him to do something as he sees fit. And since he can find happiness in even the smallest of things, he can be very appreciative of common things that others wouldn’t find as interesting. He likes to make collections of whatever makes him content, since they can act as fuel for the far-fetched dreams he tends to have. Not only will he be easily fascinated, but he’ll be easily distracted by most things as well, which often leads to an intentional distraction from any duties he might have. He prefers leisure over any work he has to do, after all. Having grown up in the conditions that he did, Ivan never got a grasp on what it means to be normal. He went through a number of traumatic things in his youth, whether they were something he physically experienced or only witnessed, which have taken a strong toll on him up to today. The fears he has are primarily mental terrors, and they never seem to leave him alone – above all of them, he fears death and having to experience any more pain. If any of his behavior is ever considered crazed, he won’t realize what’s wrong about it, nor will he know why he’s inflicting fear on anybody. That isn’t his intention in most situations, but sometimes he can’t help himself and his impulses. Impulses are based off of the short temper he has. Anger erupts in bursts of violence, which he will take out on anything that’s in his way. There are many things that can set him off, even when they’re least expected, so he is certainly susceptible to mood swings. He’ll experience sudden urges to possibly destroy something or hurt someone else, which he cannot quite control until after he’s done it. If he hurts someone he does really care about, he’ll feel guilt afterward – otherwise he doesn’t often feel guilt for his actions. He doesn’t show much sympathy for others either, and sometimes he can even enjoy the damage he inflicts on others. It’s easy for him to get carried away with these things after all, and usually this can lead to him feeling a sense of control. He has both a cruel sense of humor and a hidden yearn for power, so the actions he takes can be rather brutal. It’s only during the aftermath that he wonders why everyone seems so afraid of him. No matter what he does, he’s under the impression that he has a good heart. He tries his hardest to show everyone that he has good will and his life isn’t always ruled by violence – though nothing he does ever seems to earn him any respect. He does attempt to prevent others from fighting one another, if only to keep him and them under control. He knows very well that provoking violence and pursuing bad relationships doesn’t help his goal of making friends, after all, so that is something he can consciously avoid. He isn’t the type of person for vengeance or holding grudges, so it’s easy to get him to forgive and accept someone for their wrongdoing. In summary, Ivan is unstable. There are past demons in him that are easily triggered, but he has no choice but to live with them. The best option is to try and forget them, move on and pretend he has not been weakened. History: (650 words minimum.) Likes: (at least 4) Dislikes: (at least 4) Strengths: Physical Strength | He does not opt away from using his hands as a weapon if it is necessary (or not necessary, really), and uses the strength in his limbs to his advantage. Exercise is always put to good use and the labor he has been through throughout his years is also a factor well worth the struggle. Faking Emotions | He has a skill in misleading his emotions to seem different than what he is really feeling - his unnerving smile may be present more often than not, though it isn't always easy to tell, except for those who might know him well enough, whether or not it is truly a genuine smile. His actions don't always depict what he is really feeling, either, as he may seem all sunny and calm during a time in which things are exactly the opposite, possibly leading to confusion and discomfort to those who aren't able to tell. Resistance to Cold | He feels he is more accustomed to the cold than most others would be - perhaps it may be due to his ancestry. The cold can be his ally at times and he has learned to become used to it, but he just can't quite bring himself to like it. Though he certainly isn't resistant to receiving frostbite or other cold-related damages, his choice of warm, bulky clothing always helps. Persistence | He is powered by determination. There is no detaching him once he's set his mind on something, and he will do everything in his power to achieve what he wants. He might be stubborn about it, but there isn't any use getting him to back down or give up on what he wants - on the downside, he isn't always patient about it. High Tolerance | He is capable of consuming large quantities of alcohol without getting drunk, usually a bottle or two will have to do until their effects begin to take over. Apathy | Sometimes his lack of feeling sympathy can help when it comes to dealing with someone else. He can do harm or perform an attack as necessary without relent. Optimism | In the worst of situations, Ivan will always have something positive to make of it. If ever everyone else is in despair, he'll spur words of positivity that he believes will lighten everyone's mood. The dreams and scenarios that play out in his head might seen unrealistic and far-fetched to others, though they're one of the few things he has to rely on to keep himself together.  Guile | For someone his size, it's common to assume that he can't possibly be all that quiet. However, Ivan can become so quiet in a group that his presence might be forgotten. He tends not to announce his presence first when he approaches people - so long as he doesn't take a clumsy step, he can be sneaky. Weaknesses:  Neck | It’s the most sensitive (and scarred) area upon his body, for reasons kept to himself. Scarves are worn for protection and for the fact that they're important to him, most of them having been gifted to him by his mother. He dislikes anyone touching his scarf and will refuse to take it off in public. Temper | There are many small factors that can set his temper off, causing a drastic change in his usual friendly demeanor. His anger is most often taken out on whatever is in range, or sometimes it can be left bottled up inside of him. Either way, he has no effective way to manage it and will likely end up drowning his troubles in alcohol. Size | He is not very flexible and cannot always fit through small or tight spaces without getting stuck. While he isn't completely incapable of running or climbing obstacles, there are only so many things that can hold his weight for so long. Easily Distracted | One thing cannot hold his attention for so long. He'll be distracted by things that no one else even happens to notice, especially something that he'll find pretty or most interesting to look at. More often than not, it's other people that will distract him.  Listening | He likes to be spiteful and decide to do the exact opposite of what he's told to do - but this isn't all the time. It depends on who it is commanding him. If he believes it's someone who he is superior to, then he'll like to do things his own way rather than listen to what someone recommends.  Sensitivity | Though his outer barriers might seem tough, words easily break him. Words might be small and petty, but he can't easily let them go if they're ever meant in a teasing or insulting sense. If something leaves him self-conscious or offended, he tries not to let his reactions show. Memories | What he's also sensitive to are his memories. He always tries to forget things that have occurred to him, his family and his home in the past, which is why he tries to lead the most optimistic life as possible. Though if something sets off those memories, his mind will be sent spiraling.  Curiosity | In short, he often gets himself into things that he shouldn't. He can be nosy and curious when it comes to someone else's belongings, so don't be surprised to find him sorting through stuff that doesn't belong to him.  Fears: Death | There's a cowardly panic in him at the thought of dying. Reminders that he is going to die one day come almost daily, but he would rather keep those thoughts out of mind. If a fight with him ever becomes to brutal, he might just go out of his way to make sure that he isn't the one who ends up losing his life. Loss | Since going through separation from his family, he'll grow increasingly protective and clingy to people he becomes close to, doing everything he can to keep them from being taken away from him. Once someone is with him, letting them go is out of the question. Loneliness | Sitting alone in silence for too long, thinking that there is no one willing to spend time with him or that he is simply unwanted is the last thing he would want. However this, among most other worries, is one that he doesn't admit to. Having no one nearby leaves him susceptible to bad thoughts. Quirks: (at least 2) Skillset: (On a Scale of 1 to 10: 10 being the highest) Physical Strength: 10 Intelligence: 8 Teamwork: 7 Confidence: 8 Agility: 5 Roleplay Sample: (taken from Manor of Fate where there was a death match between Russia and Italy oh my) Those eyes were quick, disheartened amethyst steadily losing its warm sheen as they lowered toward the movement of Feliciano's arm. Absorbing the sight of that gun barrel, finger poised on its trigger, a hovering shot awaiting to kill him as quickly as it was pulled. His shoulders fell, posture stiffened, at the Italian's retreating just behind it - and those words. Those words reached him, but this single weapon stood between any chance he had of reconcile. "S-Stay back." The breath that left him was shaky, and the smile to his expression faded underneath the weight of these circumstances - no lack of desire for it could change their situation now. There was once more that pool of irritation within him, to know that there were eyes that hungered to see one nation kill another; as if they were expendable, as if they were mere humans to the world. Russia was considering his current foe as no less important than he - Feliciano had as much to stand for and to represent as he did. Perhaps more than he did. He could recall that the other had a more abundant family and friends than his own, more than likely a more flawless relationship with them, the impeccable ability to keep them close and keep them plentiful. One of his own few friends, nevertheless, and all those efforts he'd made to turn Feliciano from frightened of him to fond of him, he could already feel crumbling in front of him. Those types of things never lasted for him, anyway, that would be too good to be true. He's had his fair share of tragic losses and friendships that could never be, he's seen blood shed from those he cares about, but it had never been put in his own hands to end them this way. He couldn't tell where his train of thought was leading him, but his mind was aplenty with turmoil and all but what he should be focusing on. That barrel being pointed directly toward his head revved his panic, ticking away to his potential downfall were he not to quickly do something about it. His heart was in a flutter, mind succumbing further and further into that cruel fear that had it captured. Those thoughts of comfort were only making it worse. All of these things he wouldn't have the chance to go back and say goodbye to if it were he who was losing himself tonight. His sisters didn't deserve to go on without him, not knowing whether or not he was even still alive - granted, while he was here without them, he couldn't know that about them either. It was weighing down on him that he actually had so few to continue living for, though it was the importance of such a petty quantity that kept him grounded. Those lives were enough to fight for. But he would remain perturbed by that gun, dreadfully curious whether Feliciano would go through with it within the next few seconds. Expressing that might not get him very far, it could have him come off as weak; though for once, he didn't bother about that. The Italian was not any adversary he had to prove himself that way. He could detect the fear and the emotion in the other's voice, and he didn't want to overpower it. It was calming to know that Feliciano must be feeling the same as himself, but those creatures down beneath their feet didn't care for their emotions. The creaking of the wire grating underneath them affirmed that. He could imagine how many others would be upset at him for killing the innocence that was this nation before him, the sweet visage that so many were fond of. Of course, he was among those several himself; the Italian expressed such genuine happiness in his childish face, perhaps more than his own ever could. And he wasn't one to take happiness away from someone else. Though that was where the envy settled in, the common jealousy that Ivan was so used to feeling and so ashamed of being dragged down by. The Italian always seemed to have as good of intentions as he did himself, yet he couldn't put a pin on what made it so much easier for the other nation. With all the time they'd spent together, he couldn't come to understand how Feliciano gathered companions so breezily; whenever Ivan were to try any methods himself, the reactions he got from others were nothing more than demeaning. Perhaps everyone else would be happy that he, Russia, was gone, no one would care-- N-no, he hastily pushed those thoughts out before they had the chance to dwell and poison his mind, grip angrily tightening on that metal pipe. It had his knuckles turning white, the muscles in his arm falling victim to tremble. His options had dwindled to very few, and he knew well know that he would have to succumb to that mindset. There were a few ideas formulated, qualities of himself that he'd kept harbored in the back of his mind - though it was the only side of himself he would have to allow through. "Just stay away, Mr. Ivan." The tone of Feliciano's voice was menacing, now, compared to what he was so often used to. But at least it still held informality; their familiarity, their relationship - they were still the same, despite all of this. And hopefully it wasn't a set goal to change that. Smile abandoned, he dropped a sullen gaze down to the floor, avoiding that familiar look within amber eyes upon the other. How badly he wanted that venom between them to go away.. But he hasn't completely lost himself yet. It was time to go through with this. He knew very well that he had that hearth of brutality still within him, that expertise with manipulating how things were done. He didn't want to use these tactics, but he had to. E-even for just a brief moment... Another inhale, slowly tilting his chin back up to meet the Italian's golden glare. "I am afrait I cannot do that.." He started, projecting more hurt in his voice intending to stagger the Italian's stability even further. Violet took in everything that stood before him; where Feliciano was looking, the position and readiness of his finger on that trigger, how still he was standing, where the other, second gun was. He could feel his skin growing cold and clammy with nerves, though it was something to easily push past - so as to not falter the grip he had on his only weapon, his only chance. He kept his expression forcibly collected, as composed as his posture as he took one more step closer. He wanted to make sure Feliciano saw no waver in his visage, that his intent was as reluctant as it has been from the start. Along came the return of that smile, entirely hollow and without any meaning behind it this time around. "That woult mean you woult win.. a-ant kill me so quickly like that." Once more his gaze dropped to that steady gun, then up to Feliciano's eyes, as he took another step. In between his hopefully distracting words, he was shifting his grip on that pipe at his waist, to make sure he'd be prepared for leeway usage of it. One last closer step, and he stopped, feet together. Once more was his gaze steady to Feliciano's, perfect eye contact, before his words sounded out in a distant voice. "But we haff to. Ant I am sorry." And in one swift motion, he took advantage of this close proximity and temporary starting ceasefire to lift that iron pipe up, swinging with all his might at the Italian's hand that held the gun, in attempt to knock it right out of his grip. Additional Information (OOC): Name/Nickname: Jen Time Zone: EST Contact Info: Podsolnukhi (cbox), Skype Introduce yourself: I'm Jen, currently 17 years old and living in Massachusetts. I started roleplaying over eight and a half years ago, so it's literally taken over like half of my life. I've been playing Russia for two and a half of those years. I'm a Senior in high school planning to go to college for French and Russian; two lovely languages that I've already spent years learning. I'm also in the Homestuck fandom and I love The Beatles and cats (is there a cat fandom) -- but I'm just starting SnK so be gentle with me. I'm a really awkward person and I'll try my best here uwu Have you read the rules? whispers Jaeger ...we lived in fear of the Titans and were disgraced to exist in these cages we called walls.

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