Vladimir Ivanov | Werewolf

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✧ Observant
✧ Active
✧ Patient
✧ Loyal

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Cocky
✦ Lonely
✦ Distant
✦ Agressive when challenged

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Parents: Vladislav Ivanov & Anastasiya Ivanov
Siblings: Sister: Anya Ivanov | Brothers: Dimitriy Ivanov & Misha Ivanov
Other Family: Uncle Boris Ivanov
Important Others: NA
History: It was cold. Extremely cold. This was normal for Russia in winter of course, but to a tiny baby it felt horrid. Vladimir was born out in the cold. His mother and father were on a hunting trip, quite literally, they were out in the woods when the contractions started. They were an hour from the cabin, even with their extra speed boost. No way they would make it. Vladimir was supposed to be born in February, so they were not expecting this at all. He was born out in the cold, and his parents quickly made sure to bundle him up inside his mothers warm coat. They honestly feared he was dead at first, for he didn't make a sound, nor did he move; but once they got back to the warmth of the cabin the little baby stirred and opened his eyes weakly looking up at his mothers face; given the name Vladimir, in honor of his father.

He was brought up just as any of the Ivanov family. There were no weaklings. As soon as he could walk his older brother would wrestle with him. He was taught that your weaknesses were something you had to make stronger, and your strengths stronger still. He also learned quite early that his family had another gift on their side. His parents and brother would often go out on "hunts", and not for deer or boar, but for human flesh. He learned of his werewolf blood and from the beginning he did not truly accept it. It helped his case that he never seemed to show that he had the ability to shift himself.

By the time he was twelve his twin younger siblings were born; Misha and Anya. They both were very healthy and rambunctious from the start, and like most youngest children, they were spoiled by their father and not expected to learn as strictly as Vladimir and Dimitriy had. This was when Vlad began his teachings to run a section of the company. To no ones surprise, Dimitriy was highly upset with this, stating that it was unfair and that he was the oldest; to which Vlad replied that he didn't even wan the position and that Dimitriy could have it. This ended up in a higher rage from Dimitriy triggering his brother to change.

Of course their parents did nothing. This was how the family settled matters, but it seemed hardly fair that someone who could not shift to be against one who could. Vlad did not get to protest this though before his brother lunged at him, barely missing him and shoving him against an adjacent wall instead of biting into his head. The sharp pain in his ribs and the sudden burst of blood in his lungs made him hiss out weakly before everything went red in his eyes and an immense pain shrouded his body for a moment before it was gone.

He woke up from his rage minutes later with Dimitriy below him, whimpering and yelping. Vladimir was breathing heavily and he looked down at his hands... hands he did not recognize. The pain and stress had triggered his belated change. After this his training only got tougher; he was forced to take the job in the US in his fathers business in importing and exporting vehicles... and of course the other illegal things that Vladimir was very unhappy about. He didn't have to touch the goods directly of course, but that didn't mean he wanted to have anything to do with it, nor the other vile creatures his father was selling to. Weapons, drugs, and attempts at making a serum to infect people without a bite that was going without success, and honestly Vladimir and doubts that it would ever work. So far, he has made it through his life without changing anyone, making sure his victims are without a pulse, and thanks to the watchful eye of his uncle, he is unable to really escape this life, no matter how much he wishes to leave it behind.




Alias: ShadowsFIAL
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Experience: I role played for five years, then took a two year break. I haven't used pro boars in a while so forgive me!
Other Characters: None.
RP Sample: Josh had realized that he wasn't hot anymore. The stuffy suit that had earlier been causing him to sweat was the only thing keeping his body warm it seemed. It was probably because of the blood loss. His skin was much paler from the lack of blood rushing through his veins. It was an odd way to die… the dizzy spells, the light headedness, the queasiness in his stomach. He knew for sure that if he got another chance at life he wouldn't be donating any blood. His hand remained clutched in the vampires golden hair. It was a really nice color the more he looked at it. The way it had glistened in the very slight remainder of sunlight before it all faded away. The strands were so soft to his touch, and he could swear that he could smell the guys own natural body scent. He supposed that dyeing made your senses heightened for a little while. At least while that adrenalin was still trying to urge his body to fight back. How much longer did he have anyway? A minute? Maybe ten? How fast was the blood leaving his body anyway? He groaned a little and turned his head away from the vampire exposing more of his neck. He wished it was over, he was having a hard time seeing clearly and he felt like he was going to puke, but he didn't have enough strength to even do that.

His heart was still somehow trying to frantically beat, but skipping every so often. All his heart was doing was making him die faster wasn't it? Well that was a little encouraging. He wouldn't have to bear with this much longer. Was he really even caring about being touched anymore anyway? I mean, everything was starting to feel numb… but of course his brain was still trying to tell him it was so wrong. What had he done to deserve to die, really? He had never killed anyone. Sure he was a bit of a bad mouth and he had a bad attitude, but he knew people who were worse than himself that were leading happy lives. Everyone couldn't be happy though, or else the world wouldn't suck as much as it was supposed to. Even the vampire feasting upon him was getting away with murder. The world really was a fucked up place wasn't it? Then again he supposed it was like nature in a way… though … it was kind of like a butterfly eating a caterpillar, since vampires were once humans, correct? That was an odd idea in his head. Maybe it was more like a beetle and it's larva instead, there were beetles that ate other bugs right? He didn't know. By this point in time it was taking him far too much energy to think, and he was surprised he was able to think at all.

Of course he would swear. Why wouldn't he? Any normal person would say something horrible about this situation. He was going to be dead after all. Not that it would make any difference to the blood sucker. He seemed like he couldn't stand it whenever the boy said something disrespectful. Oh well. It was all going to be over soon. The vampire wouldn't have to hear his bad mouth any more. He could wash it with soap in the afterlife. Truthfully wasn't it his parents fault for his bad language though? They were the ones who exposed him to it anyway. At least his father did. Oh well, he couldn't blame them now. He was going to be dead and none of it would matter. He would die with nothing to his name but another punk who grew up in a broken family. His salty tears dried on his face. He couldn't even think to cry any more either, not that he wanted to. Of course he felt a little relieve in crying, why was it that seemed to relieve some stress? Ah, well, he supposed that might have been why women cry so much. They always had something worrying them didn't they. He closed his eyes slowly not wanting to look at anything anymore.

That was it. That was all the strength he had. If the vampire let go of him he would drop. He knew it. He couldn't feel his heart beating any more… he only had a little bit of time didn't he. He felt so tired. His eyes that he had closed wouldn't open again. He wanted to get one last look. Just one last look at the guy who had killed him. He felt the mouth on his neck pull away. It was so dark… his hearing was so fuzzy… so this was what death was like. Cold and unfeeling. He wanted so bad to open his eyes he managed to do so n a brief moment catching a small glimpse at the vampire who was grinning at him, he felt the gravity then. His body hit the concrete below ad his eyes closed again, his last few moment catching the vampires words. In the next life… he barely managed a tiny smile before everything went dark again. All the senses in his body flickered out. No sense of smell, touch, taste, sight, or sound.



He could feel something cold against his back. Wait… he could feel? Did you feel after you died? Wh-what is going on?.... Where am I? Why is it so cold? Why can't I move? Why is it so dark? No… wait… that is just because my eyes are closed… What is this place? So many thoughts rushed through his head as he laid there. Nothing wanted to move yet and he could not find his voice. "Time of death possibly yesterday evening. Maybe even before… no cuts on the body aside from two puncture wounds on the side of the neck. The body has been drained of blood. The wrist looks as if it had trauma as the flesh surrounding it is bruised. It is possible that the boy was tied to something prior to death." Josh laid there. He was unable to move, but he could hear everything. Why could he hear them? Why the hell could he hear their hearts beating? He wanted to scream but his mouth wouldn't open, his vocal cords wouldn't sound. What was going on? The last thing he remembered was being drained dry in an alley by a blonde guy with golden eyes, a vampire. He tried so hard tried to move his muscles. "We are going to start the examination by cutting open the abdomen in hopes for some more clues." He heard metal clang and heard them test the saw to make sure it was running smoothly before they ran it constant and he could feel the air flowing over his bare chest with the circulation of the blade. It's so loud… no. no. NO!!! Somehow he was finally able to move his limbs and caught the guys arm with the saw without opening his eyes. He was so sore, but he heard screaming. So loud… He let the guys arm go and covered his years. He could still hear them, running and their hearts beating. What was going on?!

He slowly opened his eyes, the bright light stinging his eyes making his pupils dilate. He scanned the room slowly, almost paralyzed. He was in a morgue. A morgue. He was suppose dot be dead, why was he moving? He slowly reached up to his neck brushing his fingers over the puncture wounds that were still in his neck. It wasn't a dream He looked down at the metal table and his naked body. How was he moving then? He slowly moved his legs over the side of the examination table and tried to stand failing at first as his legs crumbled beneath him. How long had he been here? His eyes flashed to a computer screen, the date three days after he was attacked, and they had just found his body? He would have whimpered but no sound escaped his throat. Why was there no sound? He tried again and again and again. It was then he realized he wasn't breathing at all. It was so strange.

He placed his hand on his chest, there was no heartbeat. Nothing. He heard footsteps again. Clear as day. They were yelling about a corpse coming back to life. He wasn't going to be caught by them. A corpse coming back from the dead was only going to lead him to be experimented on. No thank you. He thought to himself and looked around the room. There was a lab coat and some scrubs. Those would have to do. He hurried and put them on slipping out the door just before they turned the corner, going unnoticed. What time was it? He walked around and saw the front doors. It was dark outside. Good, last thing he needed was to be fried to death if in fact he was a vampire. He wandered out the door in his bare feet staring at the nighttime scene. He could see so much better. It was scary.

He had to find the vampire that did this to him. Something was telling him he needed to. After all, he also didn't know how to act on his own. It was like suicide, even if it was rather stupid to go right back to your killer. He started to wander, something pulling him in the direction his feet were carrying him. He wanted to go home, he wanted to change and go to sleep and pretend none of this happened, but something told him he couldn't. His mouth felt parched and his jaws hurt. He closed his arms around himself gripping onto the scrubs that covered his body. Vampire… vampire… vampire… It was hitting him hard. He was dead and yet he wasn't. What would his aunt think when they told her they "misplaced" his corpse? Then again she might have been going to cremate him and put someone else's ashes in the jar. He shuddered at the thought. His steps quickened. He needed to find that vampire.

He was scared. He was terribly frightened. More so then when he would have a panic attack. This was different. It was a fear of being lost. He had no one to turn to except the creep who murdered him. His eyes were wide, and the few people who were out were looking at him like he was a lunatic. He probably looked like he escaped from the loony bin. Where was he! His steps became faster as he was in desperation. He had no idea how long the nighttime hours would last for him. That was when he caught the scent. The scent the vampire had back that day when he was draining Josh dry. He halted his steps sniffing the air feeling almost like a feral animal. "GAH!!" Sound finally came from his mouth when he rushed a burst of air out of his lungs. So that was how he had to make sound. He had to intake or let out air whenever he wanted to speak? He let his eyes shift quickly. That didn't have as high a priority though at the moment as he looked around almost looking like a lost child.

There. The scent got stronger and he rushed after it quickly; The air whipping his hair in different directions. Where was the bastard? He pushed through couples that were taking a late night stroll, not bothering to stop and apologize. He needed to find the vampire. He needed to find him before he lost the trail. He hissed and walked faster finally catching sight of the vampire. His eyes locked on him and nothing else. He didn't care who or what else was around him, hell he didn't even care what he was doing. He strode across the street, his eyes locked on his target. He looked like a wolf who had picked the weakest one in the pack, but this was highly the opposite. He reached out quickly and grabbed the vampires sleeve and pulled towards himself looking the vampire in the face and muttered.

"See you in hell."


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