Post by derrick ROMANOV on Jun 29, 2012 20:21:35 GMT -5
DERRICK ROMANOV
full name Derrick Romanov.
nicknames Der.
type original.
gender male.
age twenty-seven.
birthday November 17th.
group local.
clique teacher.
grade not applicable.
sexuality straight.
occupation teacher at the High School and College.
face claim Misha Collins.
alias Mel.
persona
Loyal.
Calm.
Dedicated.
Lazy.
Witty.
Trust worthy.
Creative.
A tad arrogant.
Cocky.
Laid-back.
Talkative.
Bookworm.
Adrenaline junkie.
Traveler.
Friendly.
life
Please state your name for the record:
"Derrick Romanov"
Do you have any links with the Romanov family of Moscow?
"Dude, that's the name my father had, I have no clue if it traces all the way back, all I know is that that is my name and I ain't going to do any research on the subject; if you care for it you can dig around yourself and if anything interesting comes up do let me know"
Age please:
"I'm 27 years physically, but I do consider myself to have the mind of a twenty year old. Or so I have been told"
Sexual preference:
"Well, if you think that me looking right at you when I speak is because I fancy you then you are hardly mistaken. I like girls; always have always will I suppose"
Do you have any siblings?
"You people don't do any research do you? No, I have no siblings. My father had enough with me and my mother never wanted another child. 'Why mess with perfection' she always says and I do believe she was absolutely right on that one"
What can you tell us about your son?
"That mini drunk man? I can tell you that his name is Charles Dmitri Romanov; that his mother was one of the most courageous woman I have ever encountered and that nothing could ever make me change my mind. He has made me grow up more in the time he has been in my life than me having a job, moving back and forth, earning my PhD, anyway; that speechless ball of energy is a great teacher despite his very young age and his inability to move on his own. I mean it though, I wouldn't know what I would do without him, it grows on you the little fella"
Is it true he is not biologically yours?
"No he is not"
Would you mind elaborate on how is it that you managed to adopt him?
"Yes I do mind but I am sensing you don't give a damn if I do. His mother was my best friend, the guy who got her pregnant left, I helped her through the entire process off doctors appointments, the classes, childproofing the house, picking out names, heck, the entire thing. I even stuck around for the first month until the accident happened, shit, I can't even call it that because that is bullshit...pardon my language; it is dodo, does that meet your 'appropriate language' rule? Good, anyway when that happened everything went downhill; I seriously thought that I would have to fight for him, never in my life would I have foreseen her stating I was to be his legal...what was it called? Well the guy who would take care if him if anything was to happen to her. I was scared, I was worried, but I couldn't say no; so here he is, she wanted me to have him, and I am going to honor that no matter what because she trusted me"
What accident are you referring too?
"If you don't know I am not telling you"
We'll get back to that; as for now, do you own any pets?
"It will be the same answer. But, let's move on, I do have a pet; he is a fennec fox. I know what you may think, how is that a good pet when you have a kid in the house; well, they are inseparable and loki actually guards Dimitri like a hawk; which is funny because he is a fox"
When did you decided to come back to Manchester?
"I got tired of traveling after a while, you know when I left Manchester after being a teacher for 2 years and even more from such young age I just figured I needed to live my life and travel the world. One can only wake up not knowing where he is after so many occasions before realizing he needs a break from paradise to get a bit of reality. Funny how I decided to come back after only a year. So I came back, also because Anna needed me, so I came back and have been here sense then so I wouldn't change It for the world. Now I can;t go around traveling because I have that bundle of joy that is sleeping at his crib and it just wouldn't be OK for me to go traveling around the world with him. When he is older though, I might just take him"
People say you are very smart, would you say that is true?
"I wouldn't be so self-absorbed to say that I am a genius. Although yeah, I am pretty darn smart other way how do you explain me having teach 3 years at school, and have a PhD, have worked for a nice a magazine and starting to take over my dad's company? All while now having a kid? I am smart; not a genius, but I am pretty darn close. I do share the craziness of one, but that just makes my life a hundred times more fun. My intelligence is one of the few things I can brag about. No one is taking that away from me; and who gives a damn if I seem cocky? Cocky is not a bad thing to be"
What is your relationship status?
"I'm single; I haven't had a girlfriend for a while now, because...well, it's hard to have one when you are traveling the world meeting every place you want and...well...a lot of beautiful women on the way. I do not sleep around all the time, believe it or not I have some standards, if you can't uphold a conversation before hand, even a light one that would reveal nothing about each other but merely get us to know what we both want to do, then you are not on my list; sorry, I like my girls smart. Even when it's only a one night fling"
Please state your favorite, color, food, drink and number.
"OK, that is not random at all. Running out of smart questions? Alright, alright. My favorite color, I don't think I have one...I do like blue, I suppose we can say that one, it's the one I wear more often. Favorite food, have you tried mole poblano? it's a Mexican dish and oh my God, it's absolutely amazing, they way they cook it! I would move to that place today! no one here can cook it as good as they do, no one. Drink...water. Lame? Who cares? It's my favorite drink, not, give an interesting answer thing. I like the number eight; if you push it over then it turns into the infinite symbol and that is pretty kick-ass in my book"
We have to ask you again; please state for the record what accident you were talking about.
"Man, you don't quit do you? Fuck it, I'll tell you. Please note that if you make me say any other detail about that night you will have my answer in the shape of my fist slamming against your face on countless occasions.
It was one night, we were walking down the street because we have just finished celebrating that she had gotten a job at the local book editing company or whatever, we had a drink at the bar we stayed up later and it was one of those situations when it would have been smarter to stay inside. A couple of guys come out, start messing around with us; it all escalated so quickly, one minute we were telling them we didn't wanted trouble to them using me as punching bag and dragging her into the alley. The things they did...the things I had to watch....I'll never forget her face, the piercing high pitch of her screams mixing with the silent of the night. The look in her eyes....it's all I see when I go to sleep at night. It was my fault, I was the one who was supposed to protect her, me! And she...she had a life, I was just a freaking excuse of a guy when I came back, she deserved to live, not die, not that way.
Anyway, I saw her stop breathing, I haven't even noticed that I was close to leaving this world as well; I couldn't focus on my pain I literally felt the pain right after she was gone, when the ambulance arrived, when they covered her up with that degrading white sheet. The only thing that I thought would give me satisfaction is knowing that they suffered, that they took a fate which could rival that of her pain but I would never say it was enough, they deserved more, so much more than what they got"
There's no record of the police ever catching them, how can you know they suffered?
"There are certain things, that are best when they are a secret; but I can tell you know, the satisfaction, was only for the moment.
Right...I am sorry for making you relive that; with all that happened though, do you believe in God?
"I have too. I like to believe that she is in heaven, waiting for her son, being happy. I also like to think those....animals, are in hell suffering every second of every day. I figure that I am heading down there as well, for different reasons but if I do end up down there, then they are going to meet suffering; whatever it takes to give them some pain by my hand"
Don't you believe in forgiveness? Don't you believe those thoughts are way too dark?
"No. I do not believe in forgiving them, not even if Anna herself asked me too. And dark? Perhaps, I have often wondered how I can have such desire burning inside of me but I don't care. I don't hate everyone who does something bad to me, I just hate those five bastards, they are the ones I am waiting to see in hell.
Well; Mr. Romanov, it has certainly been....interesting. I thank you for your time.
"Glad my life story was of amusement to you. You tell anyone about that story and you'll know why I know those guys suffered"
Are you threatening me?
"Take it more like a friendly advice" .
roleplaying sample
Alexander continued to look at her; he had often been interested on watching people as they played some sort of instrument. His mind could understand how the entire process of it all was, he knew the movements of the hands, the name of the chords, what string you had to move in order to get what sound. However, he would not dare to try and do that himself; his hands only worked fast when he was standing in front of a keyboard ready to type in several commands. His fingers moved easily and quickly, like a pianist performing the best crescendo. It was simply his art, to put it in a certain way, not that many people -if anyone- would consider his work as art. In a way, even he tended to realize that it was snot art, it was just several codes put together in order to form some sort of program, however, to create music one put several chords together to get that beautiful song. It simply works that way, but the way of seeing things is completely different.Why was he thinking about this again? Usually he was very good at keeping track of his thoughts but every now and then he ends up losing the line.
When a voice caught his attention he realized that he had spoken to the girl which only got him to actually remember what he had come here to do. The answer, as much as he would have loved to know that she had been wanting to speak in the way Han Solo would, he was not really a huge fan of those movies. Yes, it amazed everyone that he out of all people was not extremely submerged with that sort of thing. However, he got the general idea of what the tone had to be and a slight smile crossed his lips. It was a little sad that she had now stopped playing because that had been the reason he had decided to move closer to her and ergo complement her on her skill. Now that he was closer though, he could also realize she was rather pretty, although pretty never seemed to be enough to catch his attention. Being raised the mother he luckily had, made him think intellect came before beauty; if you had both you could rule the world. Or his world for that matter, unless your personality was dreadful; so basically, beauty, physically beauty, came in third on his lips of priorities when it came to a female companion. But why was he thinking about this?
Snapping back to reality when he noticed her speaking again and setting her guitar down he smiled once more, deciding it was best not to let his mind go wild. Often in the past that had been a source of many troubles. There was something in her eyes that caught his attention, or perhaps it was something that they lacked. Sure she was looking in his general direction, but not exactly at him; she ought to aim a bit higher to be able to see his face. His mind started to run wild once more, no matter how much he tried to stop it. Ideas flooding it, many regarding this topic of her eyes yet when he realized he ought to respond to the question she asked a moment later he decided it was best to safe his ideas for last. Beth, Elisabeth. Out o the two he actually preferred the last one. For some reason Beth didn't seem to be suiting her; in his opinion at least because obviously people tended to call her that way if she had offered such name. It was like him; some called him Alex, others Xander, others Alexander. He even managed to get a few Al's back when he was younger but he didn't liked that one. He stocked to Alexander or Alex.
"Very nice to meet you Elisabeth; and no problem on the comment" Alex started off, sticking his hands inside the slightly dirty pair of worn out jeans. "I'm Alexander, but some people call me Alex" he let one slip away from the comfort of the pocket to be stretched out for her, it was pure instinct to be hones. One quick thing came to him, she didn't mind speaking to him? Really? Had she not just seen him moving around with the guards? Or the fact that he was wearing a bright orange vest? Maybe she was cool with it; or maybe she was like one of those girls who were into criminals. Ugh, criminal; now everyone was going to see him as such. Thinking he might happened to steal things or whatever, but no, he was just slightly tipsy when he was driving. Among other things that no one needs to know. "I really don't mind either way way, some also call me by my last name, Dupeyron, but not as catchy as the others" he laughed. If anyone could say anything good about him was that he knew how to keep conversation flowing; his mind was often going in so many directions that it simply came natural for him.
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