Post by Alexi Malokov on Dec 3, 2009 0:20:40 GMT -5
{ I CAN'T FEEL MY SENSES }
name Alexi Malokov
age 22
gender Male
{ I JUST FEEL THE COLD }
height 5’11
weight 140
hair Black
skin Pale
clothing style Comfortable, often mix-matched. If it were any particular style, skater would probably be the closest to. Often his clothes done match, or the colours look strange together. He can’t tell.
tattoos or scars None
other distinguishing features His smile, constantly evident, straight white teeth portraying the way he loves the world. His bright green eyes are always wide and friendly.
{ ALL COLORS SEEM TO FADE AWAY }
powers Catalysis. However entirely useless to himself, should Alexi be around anyone else, their power will increase tenfold. Also, anything they are particularly skilled at, they will be better in his presence. His range is short, around twenty five feet for full effect, fifty for any effect (diminishing as you move away). If a subject is not talented at something or does not have a power to do something, Alexi cannot make them able.
lifespan Human, Regular
faction Impartial
race Human
other interesting abilities/talents Although possessing no empathetic powers, It is hard to feel angry or sad around Alexi. His bubbly, friendly personality, without the typical obnoxiousness or irritate, lights up the darkest rooms.
{ I CAN'T REACH MY SOUL }
likes Mostly everything. His favourite things include: cake, candy, sugar in general; wind, sun, and fluffy white clouds; all mammals, reptiles, and amphibians, most birds; People, every single one; Emo, Punk, Metal, and like styles of music.. Need I go on?
dislikes Rain, water, country music..
fears Insects, especially earwigs and centipedes. Not being able to make someone happy.
dreams For his life to have worth. For his powers to help enough people that he makes a difference.
quirks Alexi is psychologically asexual (Not biologically, he cannot breed with himself). In other words, he does not feel romantic or sexual attraction to anyone or anything, male, female, human, non-human. Also, he is colourblind: full colourblind, he can only see blacks, whites, and greys.
general personality Like a glass of champagne (should said glass decide to become sentient), Alexi is all bubbles and good times. Open, understanding, and loving, he is the perfect remedy for a bad mood. Most people love him, with the exception of the cynical types who find his personality false or annoying, although he is rarely the in-your-face happy person. Endlessly caring, Alexi seeks to help and cheer up all people. The only time he ever disappoints is when others fall for him, for he cannot return their feels or even begin to understand them. Although intelligent, he is naïve and immature, acting without thinking and often getting himself in trouble. Essentially, dear Lexi is a puppy.
other informative facts He isn’t upset with the regular humans for the segregation, but believes it must stop.
{ I WOULD STOP RUNNING }
mother Natasha Malokov
father Vladamir Malokov
siblings None
other relatives Some back in Russia, none close.
hometown Quinte, Ontario, Canada
history Born in Saint Petersburg, Russia, Alexi moved to Canada when he was a year and a half old. His parents were well off, both of them engineers who had come to Canada for their company, at which they had first met. Alexi grew up the good luck charm of everyone he knew. He had hundreds of friends, who would drag him to every sportsgame, competition, audition, and surgery they ever had. His friend who excelled at Basketball could make half-court shots, he helped his friend get into the Julliard, the doctor performing open-heart surgery on his classmate fixed her heart perfectly with minimal scarring. No one ever thought of his gift of passing luck as anything more then a helpful attribute. After high school Alexi attending the Univeristy of Toronto and got his Bachelor of Psychology, his dream to become a Psychiatrist so that he could help more people. In his first year of graduate school, however, he broke a girl’s heart. He could not understand her desires and feelings for him, but she did not understand why he was the way he is. Distraught and vengeful, she reported him to the humans in charge of the segregation. He was ripped from his apartment in Toronto in the dead of the night, at the age of 21, and the tests began. It wasn’t log before he was deported away from everything he loved, to Shadowland, the haven for those who just weren’t ‘right’.
other historical revelations None
{ IF I KNEW THERE WAS A CHANCE }
ooc name Ayra
rp expirience At least 7 years. I am not 100% certain.
how did you find SL? Mal. Aka Alix.
rp example (( I suppose Ill use Alexi. His first few seconds in Shadowland ))
Well, this was pleasant. Grey above, grey below. Of course, that was how the world always looked to Alexi Malokov. He was still not sure how he had wound up in this place, this caged-off area. He felt a little like a zoo animal, but as he studied the walls behind him, he realized it was doubtful anyone would be coming in for a tour. In his mind flashed an image of himself atop a minivan, breaking off the antenna and attempting to eat it like the baboons in drive-through zoos. He snorted a quip of laughter, then quieted down. Alright, so this wasn’t so bad. In fact, Shadowland didn’t look a whole lot different from the rest of New York, provided you ignored the huge towering wall.
His thoughts drifted to Ameliah. Funny how in the end it was his inability to feel the way most did about beautiful girls that did him in. He had always expected that if anything was to end his life, that would be it. Of course, his life wasn’t over. It was just.. different now. Pulling his arms behind him to stretch, Lexi groaned quietly as a vertebra in his back popped. Sighing, he shook out his arms and looked around once more. Maybe he should stop loitering at the front gates. It would have been nice for those officials to hand him a pamphlet or something, one that told him where he should stay and what he should.. do. “’So you’re one of THEM’ an insider’s guide to Shadowland”. Another laugh. He had to stop cracking himself up.
Why had she done this to him? They had been friends since second year. He wondered if she felt bad about ruining his life, but then found himself hoping she didn’t. He couldn’t stand the idea that he could have caused her pain twice now. Oh well, he might as well make the best of the hand he’d been dealt. Now if only he could remember the rules of poker…
