Chavdar Luben Daskalov || Bulgaria

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Chavdar Luben Daskalov I am the greatest magician. With my slight of hand I will make you look one way while I steal your joy with from other. I will leave you in awe- speechless and aghast- at my power over you. You will seek me out and never find me, and yet I will always be there. I am the god you curse and the devil you rebuke. I am the demon that haunts you and yet you will invite me into your home with open arms… Because I am the greatest magician, and my art is deception.

CODE NAME: The Magician

Male

29

Asexual

Bulgarian

M16 Doctor

Lawless

Physical

170cm

60kg

Black

Green

Pale

Average/Thin

Personal

Particularly peculiar pretty much prior to speaking. Chavdar gives off an air of superiority, at times, even without intending it. He prefers to keep to himself and avoid human contact, though in his line of work this can become difficult to do. There are many reasons that drive him to be what he is, and perhaps one of these reasons might be his desire to find an aid to his pained leg. A simple motive that has kept him going for quite a while, though isn't pain considered a good motivator all together? One would say so, were he not of slightly masochistic and often sadistic tendencies. Yes, a sadistic, masochistic doctor. Odd, you say? Most assuredly. Chavdar does not come off as someone with strange fantasies or quirks, but they exist. Ones such as that: his affinity to warmth of bodies, and his fascination with the coldness that overwhelms a being as their life leaves them. For someone who can physically see this happening, it is something of a spectacle. It is almost as if he can actually see the “soul” being forced out by Death, itself. A true oddity, though the man continues to push aside what his beliefs may or may not be in favor of a scientific approach to things in order to get work done. He has known a lot of odd, old customs from his family, though he’s more likely to deny them than accept them. He prefers the more realistic views. Calm as he may be, push his buttons and he can snap... Though he still prefers not to cause a fight. He is very strict, yes, but tends to avoid conflict like the plague. Such disturbances could be detrimental for his career, and are therefore nonnegotiable. There is no way in hell he will get himself hurt over something trivial, and he especially does not want too many eyes on him. Aside from that, Chav rarely expresses joy for things. Perhaps a small smile or a faint tint of the cheeks, but typically he takes things in great stride and moves on. He isn't the sort to linger on things, whether they make him happy or not. Even his joy in making others suffer does not last long enough to keep him satisfied. One could almost call him a glutton for this torment he causes people, constantly consuming more and more victims. Chavdar also doesn't express sadness well, bottling up much of it and leaving it for another day. That, or it gets recycled into irritation over small things, making him sometimes difficult to handle when he is stressed or worried. For some this might be a real turn off, but he does give off warning signs such as extreme avoidance or a tendency to focus on anything but the person in front of him… Or on less lawful things. Yes, he is known for looking a person in the eyes. He has no problem with this at all. Chav is a very straightforward sort of person who needs no introductions. Give him the necessary details, allow him to perform the surgery or what have you, and let him move on his merry way. There is no point in staying too long unless you desire more from him… And people will remember him as the grumpy doctor who hides nothing rather than the criminal no one knows him as… So getting close to him is difficult. So good luck on that. Chavdar rarely shows interest in anyone but himself.

Likes

Dislikes

• Folklore, Though he has bad experience with such things, they have forced an odd interest upon him… Through his past, he has taken a liking to the methods of justice developed throughout the years. Punishment, torture, and even the way mythical creatures would torment their victims. • Gardens, Chav has a green thumb. His house? Plants everywhere, inside and out. The gates in front of his house are covered in flowers, his front yard is made up of a few trees and different types of flowers, while the backyard is made up of herbal plants and a particular rose bush. • Natural Remedies, He may often suggest more natural remedies while working with patients. They don't cost as much and can work very efficiently, or so he states… Just be careful: not all natural remedies will work well with certain people’s bodies. • Animals, Chavdar won't normally admit it, but he does enjoy animals. Pets, mostly. Dogs and cats. Animals are true to their nature, as opposed to people who try to deny it. • Snow While he isn't partial to the cold, he does enjoy snow if he's wrapped up well enough. He lived in a fairly cold area when he was a child and often enjoyed the numbing sensation the cold brought.

• The Defiant, People who try to deny the fact that they are human and by nature very weak creatures irritate him. They say they will not repeat past mistakes, and yet they do. They say they can learn from failure, and yet most give up before they even succeed. It is annoying to see those who claim themselves above the bee hive mentality… Because their are none so free besides those who were stolen by a disturbance in mentality that has severed that tie to those around them. • Asthma, Chavdar actually suffers from asthma. He's had it since he as a boy, but never grew out of it. He tends to avoid strenuous activities, cigarette or cigar smoke, and other heavy smells like perfumes. • Indecision, Decide, already. Jeeze. That's one of the worst things you can do is not know what you want. How do you not know what you want? • "Yes" and "No", He still sometimes slips and shakes his head for yes and nods for no. This can get confusing. • Nuisances, At least try not to be a bother if you're going to exist. Some people have work to get done, unlike the rest of you.

Dreams

Fears

• Cure His Pain, Chavdar is plagued by the pain in his leg. He is often seen taking medication to dull it, but it never quite leaves. It might be one of the reasons he's so grumpy, but that's up for debate. • Cure His Asthma, Similar to his issue with pain, he never grew out of his asthma. It's another ailment that bothers him almost daily, making normal things quite difficult to do. While he can maintain his job efficiency, other things outside of work are too much of a bother. He'd like to be rid of that. • Release, Though he says he does not believe in the things his mother taught him, he is still worried about curses. Whether emotional or mental, he believed his mother has a hold on him and he wants to be let go from that. It drives him mad, and so he tends to take out his frustration in less... constructive ways.

• Curses, While he doesn't typically choose to believe in witchcraft outside of the duels he took part in, he does have a sort of innate fear of someone wishing a curse upon him. You never know what will come of it. • Asthma Attack, He knows what these feel like and he greatly dislikes being around strong smells. Chav doesn't like the feeling of not being able to breath, and so will avoid being in situations that could trigger that in any way. • His Mother, That wretched woman is the cause of all the bitterness in his life. She is the root of every misfortune he has ever faced, including his lame leg and his asthma. While he hates her and would like to see her dead, he is far too fearful to go near her. Even after all these years of building himself up, she is the one person who can tear him down into a cowering mess.

Background

Chavdar was born in Sofia, Bulgaria, but grew up far outside the ranges of the cities. He was raised in a much more rural area far from the watchful eyes of neighbors along with his mother. They stayed out there for a majority of his life until he left around the age of 15. He does not know of a single good time in that home. His mother- a woman obsessed with magic, spells, and curses- attempted to raise Chavdar to have a respect for the gods and use magic in his own life. The boy never took to it, put off by the bad smells and the harsh nature of the things she taught. It was chaotic, to say the least. The woman was far from sane, even going to extremes when teaching "life lessons". At the age of 6 she broke his left leg. The injury never quite healed right, giving him the limp and a reason to use a cane for the rest of his life. Her lesson was in the strength of men and the strength of the gods. She encouraged him to pray to them and seek forgiveness for never believing, and being a child in immense pain without the proper medication... he did so. He sought out these so-called gods and asked for relief and healing. It never came. Chavdar began to truly grow bitter at this time. The incense and the potions his mother had him breathing in all the time practically ruined his lungs. He developed asthma at the age of 9, and often had attacks while at home. His mother would pray to the gods and chant, but Chavdar sought out aid from others outside his home. She never kept track of him, anyway, aside from when he asked for things. He sought out doctors for aid and was able to get an inhaler for himself, though the first one was trampled on as his mother raved about how terrible the chemical-ridden medicines of the modern world were... Chavdar had to seek more secretive methods to ease his breathing and his pained leg which still had yet to be properly fixed. Fascinated by medicine, Chavdar sought out knowledge in the field and worked hard to earn a degree even with so little schooling. He was a smart child, though, and managed to get very far... Very far being his PhD in medicine. He has even sought out knowledge in surgery, always seeking whatever may aid his leg. Anything would work... Even with all the knowledge he gathered, however, he could not find a cure for his ailments... What's more, he learned that his story was not a common one. He learned that when he spoke to others about his circumstances, it wasn't because it was normal, but because no one believed him that he was suffering in such a manner... That, or they ignored him. His interest in human psychology took off here. He was roughly 24. He read books on human nature and found them to be disgusting. Humans were such sheep-like creatures... flocks ready for the wolves to come take them. And what would they do when one fell? Nothing. They would do nothing. This is where his criminal history started. He began testing with small things... Minute, untraceable instances of harm he caused others and watched their reactions... And he fell in love. He fell head over heels with the idea of having any form of power where he could demolish everything that people held dear for all the terrible things they've done in their lives. Those that ignore, those that call themselves justice, and those that hold themselves as high and mighty... he wants to tear them all apart without ever laying an actual finger on them as his criminal self. The more he did, the more confident he became. He eventually moved to London, landing himself a position as a doctor for a group called M16. People who sought to do what the police could not... And you know what? It seemed like an ideal place to really test his limits.

Role-Play Sample

"This is for you! For the sake of teaching you a lesson!" "Stop it! Please!" "You know I love you... And that is why I do this." "Mother, stop!!!" "For the sake of saving your soul, you demonic child!" It was the screams and the sudden crack of bone that awake the man from his slumber, eyes wide and breath heavy as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Moonlight drifting in through the window finally lit his room up, and he winced as he peeled himself away from the sweat-ridden sheets. There was an all too familiar pain in his leg, fingers reaching out to make sure if was in the shape it should be before he finally let out a breath of relief. "That wretched woman..." Chav ran his fingers through his hair, lurching forward as a wave of nausea overtook him. "What sort of vile curse have you inflicted upon me? To haunt me as far as London in my dreams... Who's the demon, here?" He sneered before reaching over for a pill bottle on his nightstand, popping it open and taking his medication. His alarm to wake up began to ring, killing any chance of relieving himself from the memory... Not that sleeping would help him escape. He swung his legs over the side of his bed and got up, grabbing his cane on the way. This was his morning routine, after all, and soon he would be-- At the M16 building, looking up with an expression lacking amusement. His job as their personal doctor was... well, boring, aside from Donny coming in with a new story every time. Being buried alive? Thrown off a bridge into icy waters? Lost an arm and needed an artificial heart? Those instances were his few doses of amusement. Otherwise, the typical gunshots, knife wounds, and other sorts of basic injuries practically put him to sleep... It was only when Aoife would approach him with such a worried expression that his skin rose with goosebumps. Seeing that woman in such a state after hearing everyone claim her to be so strong-willed... Paranoia was a termite to the greatest houses. Rather than approach with a wrecking ball, why not destroy her structure from the inside out? Eat away at her beliefs and feelings of safety? Let her house rock and sway in the slightest of breeze until it all collapsed on her... Oh, how he longed for that day, but it was the process of it all that also brought him joy. "Now pray to the gods, Chavdar. Pray for their mercy." "Please... I pray to the gods, please have mercy... I don't care if you heal my leg, but please make that woman suffer for all of eternity." "Maybe I'm biased... What do you think, wretch?" He practically mouthed the words as he smiled as Aoife and she returned it. "Oh well..."

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So Eli made another character, and guess what?...... More drama. *badum tss*

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Welcome to TND. Your application has been accepted. The life he had with his mother seems to be the root of his personality, and too bad she makes him so sick and twisted. Although he believes he's a rational person, apparently she still haunts him even in London. His likes look so normal compared to his personality, and the difference makes him still humanly. Remember to keep your hands away from our agents, Chav. Just kidding, but no one knows about your sadistic tendency at least for now, right? But that only if you hide your experiments well from your colleagues... The name is Daskalov. Chavdar Daskalov.

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