Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2013 15:35:30 GMT -8
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Male | 18 | Unsure |
Latvian | ErrandBoy | Lawless |
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140cm | 50kg | SandyBlond |
Violet | Pale | Short/Thin |
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| [cs=3] Quiet – At least in real life. He’s very quiet and reserved, the kind of guy that doesn’t usually speak unless spoken to, but he’s been trained to do this so it’s fixed into his brain. If he does talk, generally he keeps his voice down. He whispers, and his whisper is always shaky. Introverted – Raivis doesn’t normally pay attention to the lives of other people – he’s way too focused on saving his own skin. He doesn’t like people, not in the flesh. In fact, watch him when he’s walking down the sidewalk. Raivis becomes increasingly graceful the more people there are, as he weaves in and out of groups to avoid being touched by others. That’s not to say he doesn’t like people – he appreciates them just fine, he’s still a social human being – but he finds it hard to cope with talking in the flesh. Nervous – Raivis is pretty jumpy around other people, especially considering the people he has to work with. The slightest bumps will frighten him and make him leap away on instinct. Aggressive – Raivis’ more unruly aspects tend to come out while he’s on the computer. The anonymity of the internet allows Raivis quite a few freedoms, such as his freedom to speak and vent his pent-up emotions as he pleases. He’s a combative internet troll and is prone to tracking and hacking out of spite. Raivis does not typically behave this way in public. This is strictly an online behavior of his that functions as a way to vent emotions he can't display otherwise. Hypoglycemic – A deficiency in blood sugar that causes his near-violent spasms of shaking (among other things, but Raivis tries not to let it get to that point). Raivis has a sporadically tended diet that prompts oft-happening shakes that might give others the impression he is constantly a nervous wreck. While it is true that Raivis tends to be a very nervous person, the source of most of his problems is this condition and not his state of mind, which only comes out in full force when around his admittedly dangerous authority figures. Info Sponge – Raivis has a brain capable of absorbing the most random, useless trivial imaginable, alongside a plethora of facts he might learn at random just by picking up on conversations in the streets. His memory is, in some way, photographic. He has a flawless recollection of conversations, and effortlessly retains most information he learns. He can read instructions, burn the notes, and recall them perfectly; he can listen to someone tell him a story, and catch them in a retcon later. Computer Savvy – He knows his computer inside and out and it’s basically his baby. No one touches his laptop, even with permission. It runs games fairly well, but most of what it does is run questionable programs that allow Raivis to tap into networks or hack information. He stores all of his data files, all of his personal writings, and all of his records on this machine, and anyone that manages to snatch it will have a lot of interesting evidence. Raivis is normally quiet, but he’ll get very aggressive in order to protect this piece of machinery. Baby-Faced – Raivis looks a lot younger than he really is, and is often treated as such. He doesn’t really like it (being a short as he is, it’s embarrassing to tell people his age), but when he has to use it to his advantage, he will. He’s small, he’s unassuming, and people don’t usually expect him or notice him. Resourceful – If something doesn’t work, Raivis is pretty capable to go find a way around it, or find a way to bust his way on through. He has a number of programs at his disposal, so with enough time and effort his persistence makes a lot of impossible things possible for him. He just really needs to have the time to work at it – he’s not a miracle worker! Overemotional – Raivis… tends to overreact. A lot. About everything. Tickle his sense of humor right and he’ll fall down laughing for a few minutes; if he remembers the joke later the same thing will happen. Scare or surprise him and you’ll both see AND hear it (and Raivis has a pretty girly shriek). If you make him happy he’ll give you the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. Make him sad and he’ll probably cry, too. Actually, he’ll cry if you scare him as well… Haphephobic - The fear of being touched. Raivis developed this in full-force during his time spent dealing with one of his superiors in the Russian mafia. Raivis really can't bear to have anyone touch him and is often reduced to a pile of fits if it ever occurs. This can and often is used against him, as a threat or to subdue him. Specifically, touching him on the head will actually cause him to start openly sobbing. | ||
Likes | Hates | Fears |
Junk Foods – Particularly the portable kind. Chips, sandwiches, maybe a cookie or two. Raivis can’t cook, and he doesn’t often try. He makes due with sweet, sugary, savory foods that are way too bad for him, but he can’t really help that. Anything he can carry around in a pocket and pull out on a whim is fair game. Recently he’s gotten very much into consuming energy drinks. He is always carrying food on him, no matter where he goes. Coding – It doesn’t matter what kind of code it is, Raivis will make it his goal to break it. Likewise, he loves making codes for others to break – and with enough time, he will succeed. He also enjoys coding websites. Random Reading – Raivis browses online randomly, reading whatever he stumbles upon. He doesn’t usually care what it is and doesn’t have a preference for materials, but lately he’s really been into dating profiles, because then he can work a little magic and see if they’re telling the truth. And then laugh if they aren’t. Poetry – Raivis loves both writing and reading poetry. He doesn’t show anyone what he writes and usually uses them as vents for himself alongside his internet trolling streaks. Alcohol – He sure does enjoy his alcohol, and he gets a kick out of watching people’s faces when they see what looks like a fourteen-year-old boy packing away shots like a champion. Romance Novels – He doesn’t really know why, he just does. He kind of steers away from anything too ridiculously sappy, but if he can find one with a good underlying adventure then he’s found a good match. | Touching – Do. Not. Touch. Raivis. Raivis is, because of his condition, a generally shaky and jumpy individual, which has been exacerbated by his life living in the crime world. This nervousness only increases several times over if you touch him—especially his head. It brings back memories. So, if you don’t want to lock Raivis up or send him into a panicked fit, don’t touch him. Like, at all. Measuring His Blood Sugar – It’s annoying. It hurts. But he knows he has to do it every so often. He jokes (weakly) that his fingertips are going to fall off someday. His Height – Raivis is short. He’s shorter than most males his age by a lot, and this bothers him. Luckily this does provide him with advantages, but it’s still extremely irritating and embarrassing. Acting – But he does it anyway. Raivis’ youthful appearance has made him a useful distraction when he needs to pass off as a child in need, and in many situations this was often his job. He finds it quite demeaning to act like a crybaby on purpose, because he does enough of that when he can’t really help it. Chocolate Milk – Ruins the milk, ruins the chocolate. Worst of both worlds, in his opinion. This isn’t to say he opposes milk chocolate, the candy. Cooking – He loves cooking as long as he doesn’t have to do it! He’s generally pretty bad at it. He can’t improvise and he never really learned how to do it himself, so cooking for Raivis is basically ramen thrown into a microwave. | Death – Both the journey and the process of it happening. Raivis has struggled every day of his life, desperate to stay alive. He hasn’t had much privilege, and he definitely hasn’t been lucky enough to grow up in a spoiled household. The only thing he has to live for is the hope that once he’s done with the worst part of his life, everything will get better. Death is final and it’ll render everything he’s fought for meaningless, and the processes that might lead him to death – whether by his own folly or through outliving his usefulness to a superior – are some of the only moments he might ponder obsessively. He does not want to die knowing that his only existence was full of despair. Ending up alone – Though being alone would at least mean he was no longer connected to criminals, Raivis acknowledges that he will never survive on his own without a help. Every time he tries he finds himself falling back into the wrong crowd. ALL OF HIS SCARY BOSSES – Why does Raivis always get saddled with the crazy people?! Dear god, this poor boy seems to get all of the nutchases when he signs on with people, and it’s just his luck that they have to be purposely scary. This includes Kasem and also Ivan, a man that didn’t directly boss him around but terrified him nonetheless with his overly-friendly demeanor and eerily sweet “threats.” Not to mention the petting thing. Oh god, the petting. |
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| [cs=3] History |
| [cs=3] Born to a successful banking father and a popular female journalist, Raivis’ life could have easily turned out to be one of little trouble. Although presently he is unaware of how much he might have lost, his life began in such a way that the following series of events would seem incongruous. He began his life in Riga, Latvia, suffering little want in his very early years. The personal economic empire his father had built collapsed very spontaneously shortly after Raivis’ third birthday. The year following was met with a nearly endless string of tragedies and bad habits. The despondent man no longer had the means to feed his family. The family blew through the remaining funds a little too quickly attempting to fuel his growing addiction to gambling, as well as both parent’s drinking – a hobby that, casual at first, had exacerbated quickly into a means to cope with financial troubles. The family’s lack of frugality ensured that any profit his father brought home was almost instantly swallowed up by reckless spending, and by the time he finally died the family was suffering from a crippling debt that defaulted to the despairing mother and her small child. The man’s dealings with the underground would eventually prove fatal after months of missed payments, and his mother was given word that Raivis would be taken as collateral and incentive to pay for his father’s bad luck. Instead, she desperately sought passage for him to another country in the hands of a couple equally desperate for a child. She handed him over, no questions asked, and then returned back to her home to await the collectors, possibly paying for her son’s survival with her own life. As far as Raivis knows, his only family was the couple that took him from Latvia, with only vague, blurred memories to remind him of a past that no longer exists. The Latvian couple Raivis escaped with made sure he remembered where his roots were, despite the two of them raising him in the United Kingdom. He grew up bilingual, learning Latvian from his new parents and picking up English along the way from the people around him, and also as the couple learned it themselves. At one point, Raivis even managed to escape back to Latvia before eventually returning back to London, the place he still considered his home. Raivis has always been connected to crime in some way or another. Raivis found himself intertwined with a group of young men and women not unlike himself, stealing and attacking and doing god-knew-what else. Raivis himself never had a personal hand in anything the gang did – he preferred keeping his hands mostly clean – and opted instead to try his hand at aiding his friends in other ways that didn’t require him to get involved with real people. Raivis had little computer experience beforehand, but managed to pick the art up quickly, and soon he was cutting phone systems and lighting, and would later move on to more challenging targets, such as security systems or alarms. Raivis would pride himself on this apparent talent of his, which either amounts to incredible skill or dumb luck. Persistence yielded results far more often than actual skill, as more complicated matters usually did give Raivis trouble, as they still do today. Although his companions within the game often referred to him as their resident genius he was far from it. His knowledge of matters and his talents are very selective, mostly restricting his to info tampering or tracking. He’s very good at finding people – taking them down is another matter entirely. Two years with this little gang of his yielded little as far as profit went. It was a bunch of kids, after all, scraping together weapons and traps with household items, using what they could on the most useless of things. All in all, a very familiar situation if Raivis could remember his parents at all. Raivis didn’t feel very much when the gang was eventually busted, leaving only a handful of the original members (himself included) left. Two girls, himself, and two others boys escaped when their hideout (an abandoned building outside of town) was broken into by a handful of officers. Raivis and the others didn’t plan to stick around as soon as they caught wind of it happening, and fled the scene immediately and weren’t pursued. The five of them vowed to stay out of crime and went their separate ways, though Raivis continued to practice his computer skills in an attempt to find himself a job in the technological industries. He almost succeeded if not for the near-immediate coercion of himself into a… more notorious family. Raivis found himself pulled into the Russian mob, and also onto the receiving end of some rather terrifying affection at the hands of Ivan Braginsky, a large Russian man who took a liking to the teenager and his cute, youthful appearance. … Raivis didn’t enjoy this. He didn’t enjoy it at all. Ivan liked him a little too much and gestures that even resemble him still make him paranoid and worried. He just doesn’t like people touching him in general anymore – it’s just too reminiscent. Eventually, though, good fortune found him again. He found an opening, a chance! He used it, immediately, to escape and disappear to Latvia. He did, however, eventually return, being unable to cope with the unfamiliar country. He was Latvian, but it wasn't his home. By the end of his journey he found himself being employed by Kasem Amudee, a deceivingly menacing Thai man that praises his talents and makes him feel at least desired until his inevitable death at the hands of some figure of justice. Kasem, in reality, terrifies Raivis, but the boy is confident in his status as the favorite pet. He knows that though Kasem can’t make any promises about the danger of assignments, he would never outright kill Raivis himself. … he’s not sure of that’s a good thing to be assured of. Raivis lives every day prepared to be made an example of, or prepared to be disposed of. He won’t take it lying down – oh no, he’d fight for his right to live – but he knows the world he lives in does not give handicaps to people that can’t adapt. He hopes that, someday, maybe things will be better. Maybe there will be a day when he doesn’t have to struggle just to make sure he sees another dawn. He hopes, perhaps, to reclaim the glory of his family name, knowing only that at one point they were powerful, but not quite how much. But of what he’s taken from every day of his life, the harshest lessons are the ones that govern everything he does. There is no forgiveness for those who are caught. There is no mercy for the weak. There is no purpose for the useless. He needs someone to save him. This cycle has to stop. |
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