Roman Ivanov

[russianbear]

WHAT ARE WE DOING
FLYING A CAR ?



WE'RE ONLY TWELVE YEARS OLD

FULL NAME: Roman Josef Ivanov.
NICKNAMES: My mother calls me Roman.
AGE: 17. Born 4/7/1958
YEAR: Seventh
HOUSE: Gryffindor
CODE WORD:[Removed by Admin]

[/size]

I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT WE HAVEN'T CRASHED YET

[/size]
IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME[/center][/font]

FACE CLAIM: Aaron Johnson
EYE COLOUR: Bright blue
HAIR COLOUR: Dark brown/Black colour that's more often slicked up and together to form a pompadour. Sometimes when he just leaves it his hair just falls into listless curls that hang about his head in a messy style.
HEIGHT: Six foot and one inch to be exact
WEIGHT: about one hundred and sixty pounds.
APPEARANCE: Roman isn't particularly muscular or big. But he's extremely wiry, he has a lot of scars including one long one on his left cheek and various scratches and gashes on his back and torso. Remnants of his childhood that constantly remind him of what he was running from.

[/size]

WE CRASHED IT RIGHT INTO THE WHOMPING WILLOW

[/size]
WHAT A WAY TO ARRIVE[/center][/font]

LIKES: Good Cigarettes
Good Vodka
Music
Not going to Lessons
Defensive Magic.
DISLIKES: Any Authority figures
The Soviet Union
Being referred to as a Commie or a Red
People who bully others to make up for their own shortcoming
Disgusting Vodka.
BOGGART: Drinking moonshine. Nah I kid I think the thing that he's most scared of is probably the idea that one day he's going to wake up and find that he's being dragged back behind the Iron curtain by faceless secret-policemen
MIRROR OF ERISED: To leave his past behind him and forge his life by his own means and define himself properly rather than as that weird Russian kid.
PATRONUS: A great bear on it's hind legs roaring and beating it's chest with it's huge paws.
PERSONALITY:

Roman is a defensive person, it shows in his mastery of defensive magic and his ability to fight on the backfoot and to counter. He doesn't like to talk about his past or even hear about his past for that matter, preferring to keep things to himself and to just stay quiet and move on with his life.

He rather despises some of the anti-Russian sentiment that the Soviet Union has inspired in Britain, even in Hogwarts he feels that he's being targeted by people and that people go out of their way to pick on him and bully him. That just upsets him.

He's had to fight and scrape and scrap for every little thing he's ever had in his entire life, he doesn't take generosity lightly just as he doesn't take anything lightly. If you give him something, he'll give you something in return. The fact that he's never had any sort of decent life and he's spent most of his life running from an oppressive government, has given him a certain out-look on life.

He's rough and tough and blunt. He's never had time to spend hours talking about nothing, he tends not to make small talk and prefers to get right into whatever it is he's talking about.

Of course his grasp of English particularly good. He's only been in England for a year and though he's come along leaps and bounds in regards to learning the language he still has a very thick, sometimes almost completely impossible to understand accent that tends to obscure some of the meaning behind what he's trying to convey. Of course he's often pretty quiet because people tend not to get his point.

[/size]

I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT WE DIDN'T GET EXPELLED

[/size]
IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME[/center][/font]

WAND: Now this is pretty interesting. In the Soviet Union, every person owning a wand must have their wand registered and tagged by the government. Roman's family refused to have their wands tagged and as such became fugitives. Roman's wand is thirteen inches of Siberian Pine. It's core is a mixture of Brown (Or Grizzly) Bear teeth and wolverine teeth that his father gathered from live, yes you read it correctly live animals. The wand is hard, unyielding and extremely aggressive. But much more useful for defensive magic than it is for offensive magic.
BLOOD STATUS: pure-blood
PARENTS: Lasha and Anna Ivanov ((Missing Presumed Dead ))
SIBLINGS: None.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Hogwarts.During Summer days, the school pays for him to live in Hogsmeade rather comfortably.
HISTORY: Roman was running as soon he could walk. He was running and running and running and that's all he's done his entire life. Run. He's never had time to simply stop and catch his breath. From one city to another his family was pursued, bullied, picked on and oppressed. His mother and father have been beaten, cursed and Roman is lucky to not be on his way to gulag (prison camp) somewhere in Siberia.

All of Roman's memories have been of fear. Upto about a year ago that is, he's been running and hiding and avoiding the faceless authority that pushes and pokes and prods at everything it doesn't understand. Roman's parents used to be archaeologists. His father even fought for Russia in World war II. But that didn't change anything, when they refused to have their wands registered they were deemed enemies of the state and when Anna fell pregnant there was a question of whether a baby would even fit in with an existence that consisted of scraping to eat every day.

Nonetheless Roman was born in the city of Ryazan in 1959. The first day of his life was like every other. Spent fleeing from the Police. Roman was born into this lifestyle of avoiding and detesting authority and to this day it remains one of his defining traits. He soon began to see life as an adventure and the authoritarian government he lived under as the main enemy of that adventure that wanted to ruin everything and take everything away from him. Roman hadn't even noticed that some days he hardly ate. Roman never noticed that some days he spent hiding in an attic room with his parents in silence whilst people searched the rooms below them.

Roman never did find out why his parents were being hunted so much, if they were just people with unregistered wands, surely the Government didn't care that much? His mother had assured him that the Government cared a lot, that they wanted to make an example of their family to show to the Wizards that they wouldn't tolerate people rebelling against the system.

Roman's life was changed forever when his father brought in a piece of warm wood. Roman recognised the wood immediately, it was Siberian Pine. Of course the family had been hiding in the woods closer to the Russian border with Finland. It was a wand his father had told him, covered in scratches and gashes. It's your wand Roman, his father had said. The thirteen year old boy had picked it up and stared at it and then swung it around and aimed it at a tree. The tree burst into flames.

It was the beginning of an amazing relationship. Roman learned magic on to run. Copying his mother and father who weren't particularly violent or even aggressive people, his parents taught him every-thing he needed to know about defensive magic. Knowledge that has made him a rather formidable duelist at Hogwarts and someone you don't really want to pull your wand on.

Of course. Everything came to an end, well for Roman's parents at least. After a six month stay in Ryazan. The police closed in. They bade their goodbyes to their son and did their best to hold off as the red cloaked figures slowly drew in around them. Roman clung to the woman who took him away. Away from Russia. Away from the Soviets and the police-men and the things that would disturb and try to hurt him.

And so he's come to live at Hogwarts. He still has nightmares about the searches and the screams of his parents and the shouting and the crashes of light that span around them as Roman was taken away. He's been at Hogwarts since his sixth year having been accepted into the school due to 'extenuating' circumstance. Much of Gryffindor house was extremely surprised when the Russian boy was sorted into their house.

[/size]

THE ONLY GOOD THING ABOUT LIVING WITH THE

[/size]
DURSLEYS IS THAT THEY DON'T CARE ABOUT ME[/center][/font]

NAME/ALIAS: Jan works fine
EXPERIENCE: Six years
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Google.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Liam had been walking for most of the day, work hadn't been particularly good today. He had to refuse loans for so many people, he kicked a can a couple of metres with a shoed foot. Things weren't looking good for the economy as if he needed to even think that to know it was true, it was all over the place, the economy was doomed, people were going to be forced out of their homes, the greedy banks had taken everything and left the common people with nothing and apparently people like Liam were to blame for all of it. It was all his fault that some poor old ladies bills hadn't been paid for the month, it was all his fault that a family had lost their electricity because there wasn't enough money because the bank had taken it to pay for their evil mortgage. It was all Liam's fault apparently, as if he was lining his pockets with the tears of children.

He kicked the can further and scowled, it rolled awkwardly for a meter before coming to a rest in front of him. It was Liam's fault that he earned twenty five thousand dollars a year and had a nice spacious apartment that was fully furnished and could accord to work nine to five and go out and play guitar and have time to do whatever he wanted. It was all Liam's fault that he had come from I love to wear women's underwear. all and finally had something, only to be told it was because of people like him that the system was corrupt. Liam kicked the can again and frowned and grumbled. It was all his fault.

It was getting pretty late, but he knew it was nowhere eleven o'clock, he always tried to be in bed before eleven when he blacked out almost every night without fail. Some nights he just seemed to wake up an hour or so later feeling nauseous... his doctor had told him it was something to do with his sleeping patterns and that he should try napping more. Napping was impossible during the day for Liam he just found it so hard to ever sleep outside of that allotted eight hours between eleven pm and seven AM. He kicked the can again more out of routine than any sort of real anger at anything.

He just wanted to get home and play on his guitar and have a cigarette and parade around his apartment half naked because he owned the apartment and he could do that if he wanted. He'd probably have a shower as well and a shave he thought to himself scratching the little scruff of beard growing on his chin. He needed to look at least somewhat presentable for his job. His suit always felt too tight on his body. His trousers always felt too tight on his legs and his watch always felt heavy on his wrist.He preferred to just be sat around in jeans and a t-shirt and play on his guitar.

But here he was stucking walking home under the streetlights that seemed to flicker behind him which caused him a little unease, he hadn't seen many people though, not that he was worried about getting mugged, he was a tough boy and Gotham city particularly the nicer areas was relatively free of criminal enterprise. Of course not completely free that would mean the Police force would be useless. But at least it was less crime ridden than the old Gotham was. Arkham city he thought with a shudder, almost feeling bad for the scumbags that were locked up in there.

Almost being the key word there. His steps grew sub-consciously faster as the shadows of a couple of men were thrown out by a streetlight. Liam turned and looked at them, one blue eye and one green seeing two men, dressed not too well... looking right back at him. He frowned. Maybe he had been wrong about Crime on the downward spiral. The two men looked rather intimidating but Liam wasn't particularly fearful of either of them, he'd already been stabbed once in the past two days and the wound had closed nicely. The two guys got closer.

Neither of them said anything as they got closer and closer to Liam. The boy stopped and smiled at both of them, neither of them smiled back. In fact Liam was reeling from a punch before he even knew what was happening, he fell backwards against a wall as the other guy punched and he ducked it and kicked out at the big guy's crotch. He must've hit something sensitive because the one guy fell backwards coughing slightly and his friend kicked Liam in the the face.

Everything went a little hazy. he struggled under the weight of the punches and kicks from the stronger opponent with the advantageous position, covering his head from the punches and kicks that rained down on him. He hoped help wasn't particularly far away or he could be in for a very long night indeed.

Taken from a character of mine on a site called Last Laugh.

[/size]

AND RON GOT A HOWLER

[/size]
FROM MRS. WEASLEY[/center][/font]

this application was made by erin of alohomora.
lyrics are by the wonderful
'harry and the potters'.
feel free to use this application,
but if you take this tag off i'll make thor sit on you.
take that.

[/size]

Read more: alohomorarp.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=studentapp&action=display&thread=2#ixzz208rTsXpk

[Administrator]