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Yes, thank you. I have a much clearer idea of what kind of RP this will be, and I'm interested.

Name: Vladmir Krasus
Nicknames/Aliases: Vladdy (a nickname he personally detests but deals with it)
Gender: Male
Age: 22

Appearance: Vladmir stands at 6'1", with a thin but healthy build. He has jet black with hints and streaks of silver straight hair that extends a bit past the shoulders. He has no piercings, although there is an opening for one on his left ear. He has silver blueish eyes that match with his expression for a mature and elegant face. Vladmir is garbed in a red leather tailcoat, usually buttoned, with a black vest and white dress shirt underneath, black dress pants and dress boots. He has a pocket watch that he greatly admires, for it is something ancient that took quite some time to find. He keeps it chained and hidden to his inside tailcoat pocket. After all, he truly wants to appear elegant and refined.

Personality: Vladmir has a unique personality, one hardly seen nowadays. He doesn't care for fame and fortune much, only to enjoy the rest of his time in peace. And elegance of course. The one thing he truly values above all else is appearing refined, though he has his reasons. Vladmir is usually courteous and polite, but is surprisingly easy to knock off his groove. When this happens, he will act very flustered, usually freezing up or try to hide his face. It is always an amusing sight for everyone else when he becomes embarrassed. Hardly angry, highly tolerant with exceptions, sexually uninterested, he is indeed a terribly, terribly boring person, but incredibly easy and enjoyable to torment and pick on. But he doesn't care. Vladmir only wants to remain unknown, if he can. Fighting for survival.

Skills:
Charisma: Because of his appearance and how he acts, Vladmir can be very charismatic, and he uses this ability well, able to lie with remarkable skill, few being able to tell it as false. This includes his ability to ignore anything that he never wanted to see to begin with. He can also persuade with relative, which comes hand in hand with his intelligence, but almost always fails against the hard headed and stubborn.
Wavering Luck: For some reason, he has usually been incredibly lucky, but at other times, rather unlucky. But this luck only came to him in life when he needed it least; After his shameful past. With his grace, he can often react to seriously lucky or unlucky situations, used to the random occurrences.
Premonition: Having gone through horrid experiences in the past, he now can recognize when anything bad will happen. The hair will stand up on the back of his neck, a shiver down his spine, and his wrist will itch uncontrollably. He has honed this ability to be able to use it efficiently, being able to avoid the accident should his luck allow him.

History: Vladmir wasn't always... well... Vladmir. He had a past life, one which he regrets greatly, for it was filled with one of today's greatest common enemies; shame and self hatred. Anyone else would think it was a normal and enjoyable upbringing, but half the stuff he did in the past for some reason he just absolutely despises and regrets. Such as the reckless teenage years, where he was often labelled as a loser or desperate wannabe, and the pathetic childhood age, where he was a self centered brat who only really cared about himself. Now that he is older, he's realized just how lame those selfies are, how pitiable his attempts at acting cool were, and the dread of the Chalkboard Eraser Incident (Never forget '03). And so, with an impressive amount of money he "borrowed" from his parents, he fled his hometown, even further, going as far as hundreds of miles so he could forget it all. He changed his name, dyed his hair, and now acts as he believes is elegant, not caring anymore to be cool, only hoping no one would recognize him.

Other: He doesn't have many hobbies, aside from reading or just simple thinking. He is rather frail, so most hits while usually end up taking him out. His wallet is usually filled with money, having stolen quite the small fortune from his rich parents.

Sample Post [+]

The day seemed to be going by slowly. The city wasn't abundant with people, but it wasn't near empty either. Vladmir enjoyed it indeed. As he sat at the restaurant, outside at a table, he watched the people going by, the sky, the occasional pidgeon. The tea was rather nicely done, but had room for improvement. Nonetheless, he sipped some more anyway. After all, it would be rude to deny the waiters and chefs their work. he thought to himself. The book he was reading was delightful, one of the newest from the recently discovered author. He sighed happily as he rested his chin on his palm, elbow on the tabletop. "Today is niiice..." he said in a blissful tone.

The smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression. Too nice. immediately ran through his mind. Something bad was going to happen. And it was going to happen to him. Like it always did. like back in '03- No no no no no! No more of the past. I discarded it long ago. Despite thinking that, his train of thought immediately led him to those embarrassing times. Hand covering his face, he cringed, the dark memories of those days practically mentally corrupting him. From afar, it would look a man was suffering explosive constipation. Vladmir's eyes widened. The hairs stood rigid on his neck, the familiar jolt down his back, and the incurable itch. He glanced around, wondering where and when.

"WhoOPS!" the waitress yelped as she tripped over a table leg, sending the platter of three meals hurdling towards Vladmir. Lightning reflexes, he whipped the tablecloth off and used it as a shield one handedly, the vase of flowers knocking over and slowly rolling towards the edge without him knowing. The food collided with the tablecloth, indenting the makeshift shield, but then slid off, returning the now messy table cloth to normal. Releasing a sigh of relief, he got up, and offered a hand to the unfortunate waitress. "Are you all right?" Vladmir asked. The waitress blushed as she accept his hand, standing up with his assistance. "Y-yes... Thank you!" she blurted a little too loudly. She then covered her mouth, face turning red. Vladmir noticed the band-aids scattered around her fingers and hands. Closing his eyes and sitting back down, he replied "Try to be more careful. It'd be a shame to damage your lovely fa-EEP!" Vladmir yelped suddenly, jumping out and balancing on one foot arms coiled in strange positions.

The vase had finally rolled off the table, hitting the ground with a smash, causing some heads to turn his way. Vladmir quickly regained his composure, clearing his throat and looking down at the damage, but inside he was in emotional turmoil. His expression was flustered, although his hair drooping over most of his face hid some of it, it was clear and vivid to the closest bystander. Vladmir dared to glance at her, almost instantly regretting it as the waitresses expression was filled with the kind one had when holding back laughter and confusion. He instantly looked away, and the girl's witheld laughs disappeared, doubt and concern in her eyes as she stared at the apparently shy man. Then Vladmir whipped out a 20, thrusting it at her, whispering "Please... forget you saw anything.". The feeling in her eyes faded, replaced by a hopeless gaze as she began to realize the situation.

She sighed with disdain, a rather long sigh, as the waitress left to retrieve cloths the clean up her, and his, mess. Vladmir took this as opportunity, leaving another 20 on the now barren table to pay for his tea and hurriedly left without a second glance. And now I can never go back to that restaurant. Or maybe this city at all. As he sighed heavily again, he recalled strange memories of similar situations. But they were of an age long past... Vladmir froze. How did he know that? Surely those weren't his memories... Could they be? There have been other similar flashes recently. It must mean something...

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