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mikhail maxim petrov β eighteen β cisgender male β queer β hugh laughton scott
βIf itβs evil that you planted than itβs evil that will grow.β
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arrogant β§ deceitful β§ charming β§ manipulative
Itβs possible that under another circumstance Mikhail could have been quite popular. But Westcliffe isnβt experiencing Mikhail, they are subjected to the quirks of Lowell. While his interests are actually his interests- he wouldnβt put in that much effort and chose such expensive hobbies if they werenβt something he was invested in, heβs not so much a βcool indie guyβ but more of a βwith work he could be a little bit hotβ kind of guy. If he cared about what other people think, which he never has, (he would have probably offed himself by now if he did) maybe he would try a bit harder.
Most people are put off by virtually everything about this young man, itβs not because heβs creepy. Well, depends on your definition of creepy. His only friends, Interpol agents that visit him twice a week say heβs like a little adult. Too clipped, too proper, too calm and quick. Itβs almost impossible to get him to relax, and itβs even harder to get him to laugh. He attracts the attention of bullies not because he is stone-cold, but because heβs a smiler. Somebody does something stupid? A little smile, no teeth, just the sly corners of his mouth turned up to create handsome dimples around his cheeks. It took about one day of ninth grade for him to be clocked across the face at lunch for overhearing a conversation and smiling about it.
There are some people over the years that did take a bit of interest in him beyond a schoolyard fight or a verbal assault in class about how heβs βtoo fucking dorkyβ, people who like smart guys, or girls who confess to liking βuglyβ guys have approached him before. But itβs almost no secret that the young man doesnβt take well to being called ugly. He rejected them. He may be at a painful deficit of romantic interests, but thatβs also by his own design.
If any of his classmates do talk to him outside of βyou got the homework?β, they would probably say that Lowell is gentlemanly, soft spoken, generally pretty giving if you haven't made him angry in the past. Some would even call him charming. But there are a select few people that you wouldnβt necessarily expect that avoid Lowell like heβs the plague. A friend group of four jocks that bullied Lowell nonstop for two years, until over this last summer, while they were driving home from a party, they got into a car crash that left one of them in a wheelchair and the other two severely injured, and one dead. While nobody pointed to Lowell as a suspect, they actually believed it to be a freak accident, those boys donβt bully him anymore.
Itβs possible that under another circumstance Mikhail could have been quite popular. But Westcliffe isnβt experiencing Mikhail, they are subjected to the quirks of Lowell. While his interests are actually his interests- he wouldnβt put in that much effort and chose such expensive hobbies if they werenβt something he was invested in, heβs not so much a βcool indie guyβ but more of a βwith work he could be a little bit hotβ kind of guy. If he cared about what other people think, which he never has, (he would have probably offed himself by now if he did) maybe he would try a bit harder.
Most people are put off by virtually everything about this young man, itβs not because heβs creepy. Well, depends on your definition of creepy. His only friends, Interpol agents that visit him twice a week say heβs like a little adult. Too clipped, too proper, too calm and quick. Itβs almost impossible to get him to relax, and itβs even harder to get him to laugh. He attracts the attention of bullies not because he is stone-cold, but because heβs a smiler. Somebody does something stupid? A little smile, no teeth, just the sly corners of his mouth turned up to create handsome dimples around his cheeks. It took about one day of ninth grade for him to be clocked across the face at lunch for overhearing a conversation and smiling about it.
There are some people over the years that did take a bit of interest in him beyond a schoolyard fight or a verbal assault in class about how heβs βtoo fucking dorkyβ, people who like smart guys, or girls who confess to liking βuglyβ guys have approached him before. But itβs almost no secret that the young man doesnβt take well to being called ugly. He rejected them. He may be at a painful deficit of romantic interests, but thatβs also by his own design.
If any of his classmates do talk to him outside of βyou got the homework?β, they would probably say that Lowell is gentlemanly, soft spoken, generally pretty giving if you haven't made him angry in the past. Some would even call him charming. But there are a select few people that you wouldnβt necessarily expect that avoid Lowell like heβs the plague. A friend group of four jocks that bullied Lowell nonstop for two years, until over this last summer, while they were driving home from a party, they got into a car crash that left one of them in a wheelchair and the other two severely injured, and one dead. While nobody pointed to Lowell as a suspect, they actually believed it to be a freak accident, those boys donβt bully him anymore.
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First thing you probably should know about Lowell, he was born in St. Petersburg, Russia on February Fourteenth, 2003. But he does not speak with a russian accent. In fact he speaks with a southern accent, one low and sweet and not specific to any region of the south.
His father, Pavel Petrov, was jailed in 2009 after trying to gut his son for βruiningβ his marriage with his wife, Galina Petrov. She had nothing to do with the attempted murder and testified against her then husband in court, later divorcing him. The medical complications and multiple surgeries the six year old was subjected to, as well as the constant worry and positive attention she got from doctors, allowed Galina Petrov to develop an acute case of Factitious disorder imposed on another, also known as Munchausen's Syndrome by Proxy. While she was not formally diagnosed with this for another eight years, her son experienced all the classic symptoms full force.
By the time he was seven, Mikhail was βexperiencingβ seizures, migraines, extreme back pains, lightheadedness and constant upset stomach. When the doctors wouldnβt diagnose him, a medical supply store and a drug dealer always did the trick.
By the time he was nine, he wore a back and neck brace, did regular breathing treatments, was bound to a wheelchair and was homeschooled.
It came in waves, got better and worse with time. Never really stopping or getting worse. Until Mikhail broke his leg at thirteen, trying to impress a group of peers.
Compound fracture. Fourteen pins. Metal plate. Four reconstructive surgeries, physical therapy. The doctors said the break was so bad and he bled as much as he did because of medication that wasn't on his medical form. The next time doctors would see the pair would be unforgettable.
After she stuck him in a wheelchair, doped him up, stuck IVβs in his bruised veins, and kept that cast on for six long months, she was happy. She helped him cut it off a couple weeks after he turned fourteen, but fed him pills and baby food for another two months.
She was filing for medical bankruptcy at the kitchen table when fourteen year old Mikhail came up behind her and stabbed her 97 times in the back, neck, and head.
He called the police immediately afterwards. He was honest, but the defense attorney came up with something better than an insanity plea. Battered Child Syndrome. It was not planned, it wasnβt cleaned up, he cried for a day straight and hasnβt slept since the day he killed her. He knows he is not ill, so therefore he knows he has been experiencing abuse for eight years. His mother kept him in the house, often locked him in his room, and subjected him to unnecessary medicines and procedures. Not to mention the several homegrown exorcisms he experienced from the ages 10-14 that left him physically and mentally scarred.
That, combined with a diagnosis of ASD, followed by an unrelated diagnosis of APD and Complex PTSD, allowed the defense to go through. But the case had gotten so famous in Russia, that it took about one plea to Interpol from them to take him into Witness Protection. He lives off government money in Westcliffe.
Mikhail Maxim Petrov was turned into Lowell Tuesday West, a young man from somewhere in the North Carolinas. His father travels for work and the entire reason they moved to Westcliffe was because his mother disowned him for being gay.
Heβs been here for almost four years now, and he never wants to leave. Heβs worked hard to have his privileges and he never intends to let them go.
His father, Pavel Petrov, was jailed in 2009 after trying to gut his son for βruiningβ his marriage with his wife, Galina Petrov. She had nothing to do with the attempted murder and testified against her then husband in court, later divorcing him. The medical complications and multiple surgeries the six year old was subjected to, as well as the constant worry and positive attention she got from doctors, allowed Galina Petrov to develop an acute case of Factitious disorder imposed on another, also known as Munchausen's Syndrome by Proxy. While she was not formally diagnosed with this for another eight years, her son experienced all the classic symptoms full force.
By the time he was seven, Mikhail was βexperiencingβ seizures, migraines, extreme back pains, lightheadedness and constant upset stomach. When the doctors wouldnβt diagnose him, a medical supply store and a drug dealer always did the trick.
By the time he was nine, he wore a back and neck brace, did regular breathing treatments, was bound to a wheelchair and was homeschooled.
It came in waves, got better and worse with time. Never really stopping or getting worse. Until Mikhail broke his leg at thirteen, trying to impress a group of peers.
Compound fracture. Fourteen pins. Metal plate. Four reconstructive surgeries, physical therapy. The doctors said the break was so bad and he bled as much as he did because of medication that wasn't on his medical form. The next time doctors would see the pair would be unforgettable.
After she stuck him in a wheelchair, doped him up, stuck IVβs in his bruised veins, and kept that cast on for six long months, she was happy. She helped him cut it off a couple weeks after he turned fourteen, but fed him pills and baby food for another two months.
She was filing for medical bankruptcy at the kitchen table when fourteen year old Mikhail came up behind her and stabbed her 97 times in the back, neck, and head.
He called the police immediately afterwards. He was honest, but the defense attorney came up with something better than an insanity plea. Battered Child Syndrome. It was not planned, it wasnβt cleaned up, he cried for a day straight and hasnβt slept since the day he killed her. He knows he is not ill, so therefore he knows he has been experiencing abuse for eight years. His mother kept him in the house, often locked him in his room, and subjected him to unnecessary medicines and procedures. Not to mention the several homegrown exorcisms he experienced from the ages 10-14 that left him physically and mentally scarred.
That, combined with a diagnosis of ASD, followed by an unrelated diagnosis of APD and Complex PTSD, allowed the defense to go through. But the case had gotten so famous in Russia, that it took about one plea to Interpol from them to take him into Witness Protection. He lives off government money in Westcliffe.
Mikhail Maxim Petrov was turned into Lowell Tuesday West, a young man from somewhere in the North Carolinas. His father travels for work and the entire reason they moved to Westcliffe was because his mother disowned him for being gay.
Heβs been here for almost four years now, and he never wants to leave. Heβs worked hard to have his privileges and he never intends to let them go.
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β± Position Applying For: Tragic Backstory
β± Nicknames: Lowell doesnβt really provide very many nicknames, but back then they always called him Mishka.
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Lowell is, and probably will always be the least athletic man in the room. Being gutted at the age of six and subsequently being subjected to multiple invasive surgical procedures during his developmental years has led to a laughably bad lung capacity. His need for embarrassingly thick glasses, his mild color blindness, weak bones and anemia also doesnβt help.
An absolute quote factory. Heβs always reading- itβs one of those things that donβt really require much from him. He also watches a lot of tv and movies, foreign films donβt escape his grasp. Most popular things, Star Wars, Harry Potter, The Office for example, he could all rattle off a quote or two, even if he doesnβt like the actual series.
Lowell is known by the plant shops in town for coming in more than once a week, sometimes even twice a day. He hasnβt ever invited anyone to his cramped apartment, but if you should ever be so lucky, youβll be ducking under vines and greeted with flowers at every corner you turn.
Despite growing most of his own produce and not being a fan of red meat or most dairy, one of Lowellβs hobbies is cooking. He doesnβt talk about it for fear that his already plentiful bullies will take to calling him Hannibal, which is just about the last thing he wants.
Most people from school know Lowell as either the weird kid with the camera around his neck, (film, not digital), or the weird kid who plays violin.
Speaking of his camera, a 1972 mint condition Nikon f2, it goes almost everywhere with him. The only closet in Lowellβs apartment is a dark room. All of his clothes are kept on metal racks and wooden milk crates.
His last hobby of any merit would probably be vinyl collecting. Depending on your taste, you could either love or hate what heβs taken the time in the last four years to collect. 80s pop, southern gothic, male manipulator indie and his Queen collection.
Because of being constantly poked with needles for eight years straight, Lowell has developed bruising in his veins on par with that of a heroin addict. Simply, the young man has track marks from the involuntary drug use he was subjected to. They have faded just slightly over the last four years, but he still rarely rolls his sleeves up in public.
β± Position Applying For: Tragic Backstory
β± Nicknames: Lowell doesnβt really provide very many nicknames, but back then they always called him Mishka.
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Lowell is, and probably will always be the least athletic man in the room. Being gutted at the age of six and subsequently being subjected to multiple invasive surgical procedures during his developmental years has led to a laughably bad lung capacity. His need for embarrassingly thick glasses, his mild color blindness, weak bones and anemia also doesnβt help.
An absolute quote factory. Heβs always reading- itβs one of those things that donβt really require much from him. He also watches a lot of tv and movies, foreign films donβt escape his grasp. Most popular things, Star Wars, Harry Potter, The Office for example, he could all rattle off a quote or two, even if he doesnβt like the actual series.
Lowell is known by the plant shops in town for coming in more than once a week, sometimes even twice a day. He hasnβt ever invited anyone to his cramped apartment, but if you should ever be so lucky, youβll be ducking under vines and greeted with flowers at every corner you turn.
Despite growing most of his own produce and not being a fan of red meat or most dairy, one of Lowellβs hobbies is cooking. He doesnβt talk about it for fear that his already plentiful bullies will take to calling him Hannibal, which is just about the last thing he wants.
Most people from school know Lowell as either the weird kid with the camera around his neck, (film, not digital), or the weird kid who plays violin.
Speaking of his camera, a 1972 mint condition Nikon f2, it goes almost everywhere with him. The only closet in Lowellβs apartment is a dark room. All of his clothes are kept on metal racks and wooden milk crates.
His last hobby of any merit would probably be vinyl collecting. Depending on your taste, you could either love or hate what heβs taken the time in the last four years to collect. 80s pop, southern gothic, male manipulator indie and his Queen collection.
Because of being constantly poked with needles for eight years straight, Lowell has developed bruising in his veins on par with that of a heroin addict. Simply, the young man has track marks from the involuntary drug use he was subjected to. They have faded just slightly over the last four years, but he still rarely rolls his sleeves up in public.
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