Post by raivisgalante on Oct 21, 2010 14:03:29 GMT -5
Name:
Raivis Galante
Aliases:
You there, boy, little rabbit
Gender:
Male
Age:
15
Birth date:
Sexual Preference:
Bisexual.
Religion:
Russian Orthodox
Birthplace:
Riga
Current Residence:
Moscow ; A little closet of a room in Ivan's household
Job:
Orchestra memnber, violin player. (Somtimes, he'll hum along with the songs, though.)
Hair Colour:
Platinum blonde
Eye Colour:
Paranoid voiolet
Height:
4”5’
Weight:
125 lbs
Recognisable Features:
A nervous clasp of the hands combined with an ever –shaking frame.
Personality:
Likes:
~ Playing his violin.
~ Candies.
~ Reading, he’s loved it since he was small.
~ Flowers.
~ Praise.
Dislikes:
- Fire.
- Violence.
- His place of residence.
- Cruel people.
- The dark.
Fears:
*Ivan. Enough said.
* Doing baldly in a performance.
* That his brothers will be harmed.
* That he might die.
* The dark.
Strengths:
^ Loyal, will never waver from your side.
^ Can cook fairly well, and can clean extremely well.
^ His small frame makes him lightweight and fast.
Weaknesses:
> Submissive.
> Paranoia, thanks Ivan.
> Irrational fears, he has a lot of these.
> his brothers, he loves them.
> Cute things.
Stance on Government Issues: “I’m terrified, I don’t want to be here, but there’s nothing I can do.”
History:
Roleplay Sample:
Silence fell over the audience and the child stood at attention, waiting for his cue to start playing. Despite his size and age, he could play better than anyone older than him, he was sometimes considered the best. His part however, was soft and slow, barely noticeable. As a hush fell over the crowd of the Kit-Kat Club, the maestro gave a wave of the hands, and the string session started.
Closing his violet eyes, Raivis let the music take over his hands, letting them move and dance along to the beat, they knew just where to go. In the orchestra, the boy could feel himself merging into the musical number. Here, nothing mattered. Here, he could escape. Music was truly a magical thing; it made you forget all your hardships, all your wrong-doings, your position, and your worries. And God knows the boy had a lot of worries. There, with the violin in hand, Raivis felt free. He knew Ivan was watching, he knew others were watching. But he didn’t let that unnerve him, this was his night.
The tempo increased and so did his hand movements, flowing almost gracefully over the strings. At last it reached the climax and he re-opened his lilac eyes, narrowing them in concentration and moving faster and faster, and then at last, the cut-off. All fell silent and he could practically hear the club holding its breath. That was when the show started, the never-ending Cabaret. Raivis let his arms fall as he waited for the next cue, watching the actors arrive on-stage. He knew the plotline all too well now. It, like his music, was in his heart. The only thing that never remained the same was the crowd, save for a few people. This brought a light, sad smile to his face. Though the world was changing outside, becoming increasingly more and more dangerous, he could still count on the club to do what it did best, make people relax and forget.
Seee, I'm workin' on it. :<