Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2016 1:52:08 GMT
you remember: pale skin, cold hands, and blue eyes. her smile lit up the entire room and you knew the very second you met her you were in love. she was quiet, like a bird, and you affectionately called her "dove." you were only four years old at the time, but you knew you were going to marry her right then and there. when she and her father left later that brilliant afternoon, you turned to your own father and said, "father, i'm going to marry that girl." with a huge, toothy smile on your face. he laughed and rubbed a hand into your hair. "her father is an excellent man, yuri. he has two other children and a wife, too. perhaps he'll bring the lot of them next time." your smile faltered at the mention of siblings, though, and your heart suddenly jumped into your throat at the thought of having to share her. you have a sibling of your own, a little brother named maks, and you hated the idea of sharing your things with him. you didn't want to share this girl.
you loved to draw. your family lived in a large, three-story home with too many bedrooms and bathrooms for you to count on your little fingers. you and your brother both had your own rooms, decorated just the way you'd expect a two- and four-year-old's rooms to look like. your nanny, ana, recognized your passion for art and often took you out to the museum. you thrived off the paintings and sculptures there, always pointing out your favorites. you noticed from a very young age that pablo picasso was one of your most cherished artists. you told anyone that would listen that you were going to be a famous painter like him one day, that same toothy smile spread across your face. eventually, your parents installed an art room for you to work in. you would live in this room if you were allowed, but there were rules. mother worried that you'd get sick after breathing in the paint fumes for too long. she didn't allow maksim to enter the room, either, afraid he'd get into something, and you were forever thankful for that. you weren't exactly worried about his health, per se, but about your things. the very last thing you wanted was the baby getting into everything and messing it all up. it was your space, a place all to yourself, and you loved it. you tried to keep everyone out, wanting to keep all your work hidden until you got better. the only person you ever let in was dove. she was your best friend. you sketched and painted her constantly, as if you couldn't stop. you were absolutely, positively drawn to her.
you would often give her these long hugs, as if you were afraid that she'd disappear if you let go too soon. she called you bear for those hugs and that is who you became. you were bear and dove. she clung to you as you did her when your parents decided it was time to go home and it always tore the both of you apart. you cried when she left. you always cried when she left. your mother thought it was strange, that you were so invested in this girl, but your father thought it was brilliant. you overheard him talking to her father on more that a few occasions about the future, but it meant nothing to you at such a young age. then, when you were seven, things changed. she came to your birthday party, brought you a gift, and her family swept her up and took her home once more. your schooling got difficult after that and you lost contact. you frequently asked about her, as she was always on your mind, but your mother insisted that school was much more important. so, you threw yourself into your work. you never asked about her again.
full name: yuri pavel klokov
date of birth: 10 june 1994 (22)
place of birth: saint petersburg, russia
nationality: russian
gender: male (he/him/his)
sexuality: heterosexual biromantic
religion: lasped catholic
occupation: student
class: college senior at metric academy
spoken languages: english, russian, and french
father: alek misha klokov, 52, curator at a museum
mother: katja natalia klokov, 47, owns and runs a bakery
brother: maksim igor klokov, 20, student
sister: tatyana sofiya klokov, 16, student
significant other: darya mila ulrich, 21, fiancée
childhood friend: "dove," a little girl he met 18 years ago
eye color: hazel
hair color: brown
height: 6'3" / 192cm
weight: 186lbs / 84kg
body type: athletic
tattoos + piercings: n/a
face claim: daniel bederov
notable features: cheekbone and jawline game SO strong
positive traits: adventurous, charismatic, creative, loyal, organized, passionate
negative traits: clumsy, gullible, indecisive, materialistic, perfectionist, spoiled
likes: ice cold water, room service, candles, used book stores, handmade quilts, cats, picasso, cigarettes, trivia, post-it notes, art, blue eyes, traveling, forehead kisses, wine, lazy sex, barbecues, the company of friends, sunsets, gardening, playing cards, comfy beds, mcdonalds, clouds, festivals, honesty, cartridge pens
dislikes: chocolate, junk mail, whistling, instant tea, ambulance sirens, strawberries, ignorance, tabasco sauce, smelly feet, reality tv, bad vibes, goodbyes, elvis presley, chicken burritos, insomnia, hospitals, wasting food, nutella, bad wine, gossip, colorized movies, ketchup, mixed vegetables, coffee
moral alignment: true neutral // results: one + two
myers-briggs type indicator: isfp // results: the adventurer
enneagram: type 4 // results: the individualist
temperament: phlegmatic // results: one
• although he's generally very right dominant, he paints with his left hand. he finds it much nicer that way and can really focus on his brush strokes.
• his favorite disney movie is the lion king. he relates to simba a lot more than he'd like to admit and his father often reminds him of mufasa.
• he fell in love with a very pretty, blue-eyed girl at the tender age of four. she disappeared and even though he's engaged to someone else, he really wishes it were to her. he has no idea where she went and it drives him insane.
• he was in a pretty steady relationship with a girl named anastasiya back home, but things fell through when he decided to come to america for school. despite the fact that he was trying to spare her feelings, she took it rather poorly and exploded on him. she's currently dating his younger brother, maksim.
• he's a college senior at metric academy, studying art. his main focus is painting and he's actually quite good at it. you can often find him hidden away with an easel and a brush, clearly focused as he paints some blue-eyed girl he keeps seeing around campus. she's kind of his model without even knowing it.
• his parents wanted him to go to school in russia, close to home, and were thoroughly upset when he told them that he wanted to come to america. he'd applied at several art schools without their knowledge, even gaining acceptance to julliard, but seemed incredibly fascinated by a school in california called metric academy. he looked it up online and immediately fell in love. he got accepted fairly quickly and was on a plane less than a week later. this would be his fourth year in america, in salem, but he goes home for holidays and the like.
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