Post by Vษชแดษชแดแดแดs on Aug 3, 2016 17:19:48 GMT -5
Anastasiya Kuznetsov // Female // 22 // Vษชแดษชแดแดแดs
Anastasiya stands at possibly a height of 5"6. It isn't certain, mainly because of the fact that she hasn't visited the doctor's office for a routine checkup in about four years. Last time she checked, she was 5"3. And that was three years ago, who knows how much had changed since then? One thing for certain: her appearance definitely had. Compared to a few years back, Anastasiya's features had become more sharper, losing the baby fat of her younger years. Her cheeks no longer contained the cheerful chubbiness of puberty; there is a more definite edge to them. No matter how much she tries to alter it and make it look healthier, her skin has a sickly pale tone. She's perfectly healthy though, so don't be deterred. Her body is firm to the touch with some slight muscle, thanks to the kickboxing classes she took, and fell in love with, before she moved.
Her eyes are one of the most defining features of her face, the thick lashes that encase them not helping to tone it down at all. The soft blue color of her iris mixed in with the golden tint around the pupil just makes it impossible to not stare. Her hair frames her face in gentle waves, the ebony color cascading down her back similar to a waterfall. When she puts her hair up in a bun or ponytail, the back of her head is shaved in an undercut, a zig-zag pattern clearly shown. A small freckle is seen to the left of her soft pink lips. Her neck is usually adorn with a choker of sorts, homemade or bought online. Same with her hands, she decorates them with rings of many different design. Her nails are cut into the stiletto shape, meaning that they're pointy, as if they're cat nails. She had to wear artificial nails for them to develop that shape, and they're meticulously painted black. Her right ear has an industrial piercing, the piercing itself mimicking a safety pin. Her left ear has a tragus, and both ears have four lobe piercings. She got these out of defiance towards her parents, especially her Father. Above her left collarbone is the saying avoir elle est l'avoir les รฉtoiles which translates to: "To have her is to have the stars." The Roman numerals IX.XIX.MMXII are beside it.
Anastasiya's personality is guarded and rough; she socializes when needed to. She tends to be harsh to the strangers around her, wary of what their hidden intentions are. She does not trust people as easily as she would like, and she gets upset with herself for this. Her temper keeps her blood a searing hot temperature as it thrums through her veins each second and she has to force herself to step away from whatever angers her unless she wants the scene to grow worse. She believes that everyone is a liar and a cheat, and that no one should be trusted. However, upon meeting her newfound group of friends, Anastasiya allows her rough facade to fall away and a childlike personality takes its place. Her responses tend to be on the sarcastic side, but it doesn't mean she doesn't love them. They have a fond place in her heart, and she is eternally grateful for them in assisting her into becoming the person she used to be.
Anastasiya has a light Russian accent and it comes out in more force when she's upset. She tends to curse in her main language as well, often surprising those around her. When she moved to America, she had grown obsessed with the curiosities of Japan and other Asian countries. She grew upset, wishing that she should have moved to one of them instead of America. Anime amused her to no end, and reading manga gave her the encouragement she needed to start her artwork again. She's currently studying for her MBA, working well with numbers. The major amount of time she spent indoors helped with her obsession with technology and she is almost never seen without a pair of headphones or earbuds, if she even goes outside. Her choice clothes are usually comfy and dim, ranging among the colors of gray, white, and black.
Anastasiya moved to America because of a relationship gone wrong. At first, things were going smoothly. He loved her and she loved him, everything was perfect. But then His true colors were beginning to show through small bursts of anger, the damaging of their apartment walls, the demands, the countless number of arguments and actions influenced by alcohol. One night, after drinking Himself silly because of something He yelled at her about, he drove to the store and got into an accident when He turned a corner. And from this accident, he didn't come back from it. It was with His passing that she realized what kind of relationship she had been in, and packed up her things and fled Russia. Her parents supported her decision to study abroad, and she was gone in months. She's wary of starting another relationship that involves love and sometimes has moments of extreme self-deprecation.
Xzavier Eriksson // Male // 22 // Vษชแดษชแดแดแดs
With his sharp gaze, Xzavier's staggering height of 6"5 only adds to his menacing appearance. His eyes are a mix between a light gray and a light blue, the gray much more prominent around the pupil. People often assume that because of his eye color he has cataracts and treat him as if he's blind. This amuses him to no end and he goes along with it until caught. His hair is silky to the touch, seeing as how he washes it constantly to keep the clean sheen. His bangs hang loosely over the right portion of his face and he prefers to part his hair this way, thus leaving the left side shorter than the other. The back of his head is shaved to the nape of his neck, a linear pattern shaved within. He appears to be wearing eyeliner, but it could always be the fact that his lashes are long and thick. No one has ever gotten close enough to figure it out.
When he grins, which is mainly caused because of him acting arrogant, the sharp canines of his teeth are always noticed, reflecting against a light source. He doesn't know why they're more prominent, but he accepts it with ease. Sometimes it unnerves people, with his discolored eyes and toothy smile, but he just deems those people as "ignorant fools." His skin has a healthy glow to it and his body is nicely toned, thanks to the fact that his Uncle owns a gym and he can go for free. His arms are decorated with tattoos, but he claims they aren't finished yet. Xzavier argues with his friends that they each have a special meaning to him, and that he doesn't have them to look "badass." But in reality, he has a part-time job at a tattoo parlor and allows his co-workers to tattoo him as long as he can do the same in return. A small lip ring protrudes from his bottom lip, as well as three piercings that can be found on his left ear. It was an act of defiance to his parents when he was thirteen, having pierced them himself with only a safety pin, an ice cube, and a heat source. He wears a metal chain around his neck with a pendant locket. Inside is a picture of his younger sister and himself, a goofy smile on both their faces.
Xzavier is an arrogant male, well-known for doing whatever it takes to get what he wants. And if that involves mayhem or mischief, then that's even better. He loves to play pranks on his friends, always getting a kick out of seeing shock and then rage on their faces. His face is often portrayed in a lazy grin, and will most likely pretend to be listening to a conversation. He tries to be upbeat, but even Xzavier has his moments. His stubborn streak is brought out during these, and there is no room for any arguments, unless one desires to face his temper. He gets upset quite easily, even over the simplest of things. An issue with Xzavier is that he lets his emotions get the best of him, and it's just best to let him cool down and realize his mistakes so he can apologize. He has a tremendous amount of patience, which is surprising in a way. One would think that since he lashes out easily, he would have barely any.
Xzavier has a Swedish accent, thanks to his parents, despite having only lived there for the first five years of his existence. It makes him stand out more in a crowd, as if his eyes, tattoos, and muscular body wasn't enough. He loves teaching people curses in his language and often comes up with some creative ones. Sometimes he says them on accident when in the presence of his parents, earning him a smack on the head. He made the decision to pursue a career in the world of tattoos, much to his parent's disdain. Whenever he finds the time to, Xzavier sketches his own ideas for tattoos on anything he can get his hands on. He puts them into his sketchbook later, elaborating on the ideas even further. He has a fondness for cooking and often makes meals for his friends. He tends to wear stylish or comfortable clothing, anything he can get his hands on mostly.
The chain on Xzavier's neck is a memoriam to his younger sister, someone who he was extremely close to back in the day. When he was 14 and she was 9, the two of them were running around a grocery store's parking lot. Smart, right? They had been scolded by their parents tons of times before, but the two of them just brushed it off. His sister, Layla, was chasing after him in the parking lot without a care in the world. Xzavier took his eyes off of her for a brief second and bam! A car had hit her out of nowhere. The crash left her in a vegetative state, never to be woken again. There was a slight hope that she would wake up, but his parents made the decision to pull the plug five years ago. To this day, Xzavier continues to blame himself for the accident and can often be heard talking to the locket around his neck late at night. The words "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" are often spoken through unshed tears. Since then, he's wary of children and often shuts himself away from the outside world once every few months to mope and drown in his sorrows.
Anastasiya stands at possibly a height of 5"6. It isn't certain, mainly because of the fact that she hasn't visited the doctor's office for a routine checkup in about four years. Last time she checked, she was 5"3. And that was three years ago, who knows how much had changed since then? One thing for certain: her appearance definitely had. Compared to a few years back, Anastasiya's features had become more sharper, losing the baby fat of her younger years. Her cheeks no longer contained the cheerful chubbiness of puberty; there is a more definite edge to them. No matter how much she tries to alter it and make it look healthier, her skin has a sickly pale tone. She's perfectly healthy though, so don't be deterred. Her body is firm to the touch with some slight muscle, thanks to the kickboxing classes she took, and fell in love with, before she moved.
Her eyes are one of the most defining features of her face, the thick lashes that encase them not helping to tone it down at all. The soft blue color of her iris mixed in with the golden tint around the pupil just makes it impossible to not stare. Her hair frames her face in gentle waves, the ebony color cascading down her back similar to a waterfall. When she puts her hair up in a bun or ponytail, the back of her head is shaved in an undercut, a zig-zag pattern clearly shown. A small freckle is seen to the left of her soft pink lips. Her neck is usually adorn with a choker of sorts, homemade or bought online. Same with her hands, she decorates them with rings of many different design. Her nails are cut into the stiletto shape, meaning that they're pointy, as if they're cat nails. She had to wear artificial nails for them to develop that shape, and they're meticulously painted black. Her right ear has an industrial piercing, the piercing itself mimicking a safety pin. Her left ear has a tragus, and both ears have four lobe piercings. She got these out of defiance towards her parents, especially her Father. Above her left collarbone is the saying avoir elle est l'avoir les รฉtoiles which translates to: "To have her is to have the stars." The Roman numerals IX.XIX.MMXII are beside it.
Anastasiya's personality is guarded and rough; she socializes when needed to. She tends to be harsh to the strangers around her, wary of what their hidden intentions are. She does not trust people as easily as she would like, and she gets upset with herself for this. Her temper keeps her blood a searing hot temperature as it thrums through her veins each second and she has to force herself to step away from whatever angers her unless she wants the scene to grow worse. She believes that everyone is a liar and a cheat, and that no one should be trusted. However, upon meeting her newfound group of friends, Anastasiya allows her rough facade to fall away and a childlike personality takes its place. Her responses tend to be on the sarcastic side, but it doesn't mean she doesn't love them. They have a fond place in her heart, and she is eternally grateful for them in assisting her into becoming the person she used to be.
Anastasiya has a light Russian accent and it comes out in more force when she's upset. She tends to curse in her main language as well, often surprising those around her. When she moved to America, she had grown obsessed with the curiosities of Japan and other Asian countries. She grew upset, wishing that she should have moved to one of them instead of America. Anime amused her to no end, and reading manga gave her the encouragement she needed to start her artwork again. She's currently studying for her MBA, working well with numbers. The major amount of time she spent indoors helped with her obsession with technology and she is almost never seen without a pair of headphones or earbuds, if she even goes outside. Her choice clothes are usually comfy and dim, ranging among the colors of gray, white, and black.
Anastasiya moved to America because of a relationship gone wrong. At first, things were going smoothly. He loved her and she loved him, everything was perfect. But then His true colors were beginning to show through small bursts of anger, the damaging of their apartment walls, the demands, the countless number of arguments and actions influenced by alcohol. One night, after drinking Himself silly because of something He yelled at her about, he drove to the store and got into an accident when He turned a corner. And from this accident, he didn't come back from it. It was with His passing that she realized what kind of relationship she had been in, and packed up her things and fled Russia. Her parents supported her decision to study abroad, and she was gone in months. She's wary of starting another relationship that involves love and sometimes has moments of extreme self-deprecation.
Xzavier Eriksson // Male // 22 // Vษชแดษชแดแดแดs
With his sharp gaze, Xzavier's staggering height of 6"5 only adds to his menacing appearance. His eyes are a mix between a light gray and a light blue, the gray much more prominent around the pupil. People often assume that because of his eye color he has cataracts and treat him as if he's blind. This amuses him to no end and he goes along with it until caught. His hair is silky to the touch, seeing as how he washes it constantly to keep the clean sheen. His bangs hang loosely over the right portion of his face and he prefers to part his hair this way, thus leaving the left side shorter than the other. The back of his head is shaved to the nape of his neck, a linear pattern shaved within. He appears to be wearing eyeliner, but it could always be the fact that his lashes are long and thick. No one has ever gotten close enough to figure it out.
When he grins, which is mainly caused because of him acting arrogant, the sharp canines of his teeth are always noticed, reflecting against a light source. He doesn't know why they're more prominent, but he accepts it with ease. Sometimes it unnerves people, with his discolored eyes and toothy smile, but he just deems those people as "ignorant fools." His skin has a healthy glow to it and his body is nicely toned, thanks to the fact that his Uncle owns a gym and he can go for free. His arms are decorated with tattoos, but he claims they aren't finished yet. Xzavier argues with his friends that they each have a special meaning to him, and that he doesn't have them to look "badass." But in reality, he has a part-time job at a tattoo parlor and allows his co-workers to tattoo him as long as he can do the same in return. A small lip ring protrudes from his bottom lip, as well as three piercings that can be found on his left ear. It was an act of defiance to his parents when he was thirteen, having pierced them himself with only a safety pin, an ice cube, and a heat source. He wears a metal chain around his neck with a pendant locket. Inside is a picture of his younger sister and himself, a goofy smile on both their faces.
Xzavier is an arrogant male, well-known for doing whatever it takes to get what he wants. And if that involves mayhem or mischief, then that's even better. He loves to play pranks on his friends, always getting a kick out of seeing shock and then rage on their faces. His face is often portrayed in a lazy grin, and will most likely pretend to be listening to a conversation. He tries to be upbeat, but even Xzavier has his moments. His stubborn streak is brought out during these, and there is no room for any arguments, unless one desires to face his temper. He gets upset quite easily, even over the simplest of things. An issue with Xzavier is that he lets his emotions get the best of him, and it's just best to let him cool down and realize his mistakes so he can apologize. He has a tremendous amount of patience, which is surprising in a way. One would think that since he lashes out easily, he would have barely any.
Xzavier has a Swedish accent, thanks to his parents, despite having only lived there for the first five years of his existence. It makes him stand out more in a crowd, as if his eyes, tattoos, and muscular body wasn't enough. He loves teaching people curses in his language and often comes up with some creative ones. Sometimes he says them on accident when in the presence of his parents, earning him a smack on the head. He made the decision to pursue a career in the world of tattoos, much to his parent's disdain. Whenever he finds the time to, Xzavier sketches his own ideas for tattoos on anything he can get his hands on. He puts them into his sketchbook later, elaborating on the ideas even further. He has a fondness for cooking and often makes meals for his friends. He tends to wear stylish or comfortable clothing, anything he can get his hands on mostly.
The chain on Xzavier's neck is a memoriam to his younger sister, someone who he was extremely close to back in the day. When he was 14 and she was 9, the two of them were running around a grocery store's parking lot. Smart, right? They had been scolded by their parents tons of times before, but the two of them just brushed it off. His sister, Layla, was chasing after him in the parking lot without a care in the world. Xzavier took his eyes off of her for a brief second and bam! A car had hit her out of nowhere. The crash left her in a vegetative state, never to be woken again. There was a slight hope that she would wake up, but his parents made the decision to pull the plug five years ago. To this day, Xzavier continues to blame himself for the accident and can often be heard talking to the locket around his neck late at night. The words "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" are often spoken through unshed tears. Since then, he's wary of children and often shuts himself away from the outside world once every few months to mope and drown in his sorrows.
