Miloš Jovanović [Serbia] Dec 31, 2011 21:19:36 GMT -5
Post by Miloš Jovanović on Dec 31, 2011 21:19:36 GMT -5
!Miloš Jovanović ¡
° N-ame || Miloš Jovanović
° A-liases || None (at the moment)
° A-ge ||25
° G-ender ||Male
° F-amily ||None
° E-ye color ||Light Brown
° H-air color ||Dark brown
° H-eight || 5’10”
° W-eight || 160 lbs
° D-efining features || He Has a tattoo of a falcon across his right shoulder blade.
° A-dditional features || Built pretty normal for his height, he’s stronger than he looks. He dresses casually, none of his clothes being particularly nice, despite that he does have some money stashed away. If he goes out to pick up women though, he brings out the few nice clothes he does own and heads straight to the bar.
° J-ob || Ruthian
° R-eason for current profession || He hates the upper class and how they’ve stomped on the lower class’s rights
° D-istrict || Underground
° P-ersonality ||
Miloš appears at first glance to be an easy person to read, but if you manage to get to know him better you see that he has more depth than you’d think. That’s not to say he wears a mask or a façade, he’d never be anyone, but himself. He’s just a bit more secretive thanks to his line of work. He talks plenty, but when you stop and think about it, he never says that much.
He has a tendency to not think much of others and lacks in a core amount of empathy, a “talent” he has put to great use in his job. However, while he hates getting close to people once he likes someone, he’ll protect them even at the risk of his own safety. Miloš’s great at making acquaintances and even “friends”, but rarely gets truly attached.
Even if you don’t know him very well though, Miloš will tend to be a happy kind of guy, often seen with a Cheshire-like grin. He loves to tease people, to the point where even if he doesn’t mean to he has a bad habit of pissing people off. It doesn’t bother him though. He also loves to flirt with women and pick them up in bars. True to his style, these relations seldom last more than night.
He’s stubborn and always pushing onwards, despite any risks in doing so, to the point of recklessness. That coupled with his lack of empathy is what makes him so dangerous. If he thinks it’s necessary he won’t hesitate to kill someone. Fortunately, he rarely feels threatened so unless you’re on his hit list you ought to be safe.
Miloš has a near-blinding hatred of the upper class, the Military, but most of all the government. Growing up he saw around him poverty and no easy way for people to get out of it and then he saw the Nobles living in lavish luxury. He realized that it was indeed the government supporting this kind of inequality and thus his hatred of it. If he finds out you’re with any of those three groups his opinion of you immediately drops and he’ll be colder.
Despite all this, he does have his good points. If you can gain his trust, he’ll be loyal for life and genuinely caring, even if he doesn’t always show it. He’s passionate, though he can be a bit clumsy with words and he works hard.
° L-ikes ||
•Bars (alcohol, women, bar fights, etc)
•Explosions, Subterfuge, spreading dissent against the government in whatever ways he can
° D-islikes ||
•The Military, the Draconians, Nobles, etc
•Authority (he views the Ruthian hierarchy with disdain but only loosely goes along with it because he reasons that he can
° F-ears ||
•The unknown, he hates not being in control and not knowing what’s going on
•Losing the few people he cares for (in his weird way)
° G-oals ||
•To take down the government
•To overall spread chaos and make as many of those rich bastard’s lives miserable
•Redistribution of wealth
° H-istory ||
Miloš never knew his parents (and he never cared to know them, they were probably bums as far as he was concerned), growing up in an orphanage run by a religious order. All this really meant for Miloš was that they had prayers at mealtimes and would have to go to mass once a week, tasks he had always found boring and would try and skip whenever he could. He liked the notion of the religion, but found that he couldn’t believe in a god that would create such unhappiness like he saw all around him.
As a kid you could frequently find him running around and causing trouble. He would pick on the other kids in the orphanage, but if any of those kids were picked on by local kids not from the orphanage he’d be the first to defend them. Miloš would also spend much of his time sneaking off from the orphanage and gambling with the local boys, coming back with won toys and treats for the other kids, though they’d have to hide them or the sisters would make him return them even though he hadn’t technically stolen them (he’d just cheated to win).
As he got older and wasn’t adopted, he kept gambling, but it shifted from toys to money. He made a small fortune this way and stashed a lot of it away in a secret place, but eventually he got cocky, and he got caught when he was about 18. He was turned in to the military and sentenced to jail. He was let out a year later for “good behavior”, as in he put on a good face for his jailors and they were overcrowded anyways, but during that stay his already pre-existing dislike of the military and the government had turned into an unhealthy hate. Oh he knew he deserved to have gone to jail, but the people he had met there, political objectors, innocent bystanders suspected to be Ruthians, pirates, they hadn’t deserved it.
After he got released he immediately set to work on a new kind of life. He frequented a lot of bars and it was there that he met Marko. Miloš had found a place to live, but didn’t have enough money to pay for it and Marko needed a place to stay so they ended up living together for a while. It was through him that he found himself joining the Ruthians.
Of course, he was met with suspicion, but he simply said who he was, what he’d been through, and that he wanted to join and that was that.
After that it was a matter of doing grunt work and working his way through the ranks. He became better known, like a legend among the Ruthians for his ruthless efficiency and how quickly he had risen through the ranks. Some likened him to a raven for all the dark clothing you would see him wear when he was working, but he’d just laugh at that, he’d always preferred falcons and he wasn’t near cool or mysterious enough to pull off a name like that. Even a fox would be preferable , he’d always liked their tricky ways, or at least the ways he’d heard in children’s fables he’d heard about them.
As it stands, today Miloš does the dirty work for the Ruthians, offing who needs to be offed, gathering information however he needs to, etc. He spends his free time in bars or bothering Marko among other people he knows. He does what he loves, and what he thinks is important and necessary.
° R-oleplay example ||
With a stretch of his arms Miloš crossed the threshold of his home, closing the sturdy door. He looked around, doubling-checking as he did every day that his stuff was both there and hadn’t been moved around. It’s not like he had much to steal anyways, but he did have a few sentimental items he’d be annoyed if they got stolen. And if one were to bother to check he did have a false wall in the back that led to his study, where he kept everything important. He had that one rigged to explode if the wrong person were to try to enter it.
The house itself was located underneath the city, built into the side of cliffs by his own hands (and a few fellows he knew were ok). The front looked pretty shabby, and to be frank the inside didn’t look much better at first glance. He had the basic essentials, a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom, and this was already more than most people down there had. But he was a way off from most of the people down there as it was, not because he was ashamed, but as a necessity. He needed to live apart because he needed to be able to move freely without being seen to and from the city. Miloš lived sparingly on purpose, conserving his money and further ferreting it away in another secret spot in his home. He’d never trusted banks just like he didn’t trust a lot of things.
Upon further looking one would notice a small number of nicer items in the house, mostly dusty and usually with a layer of grime covering the higher quality of the item. These were often trophies taken from the homes of some rich bastard he’d killed, something people wouldn’t realize was missing, but a few were gifts that he honestly was just too lazy to keep clean.
Upon seeing there was no hole in the back of the small home he figured he was safe, double-locking the door behind him. He walked down the hall to his room in the back, tossing his blood-stained gloves in the sink on the way, as well as the rest of his bloody clothing leaving only his underwear on. Once in his room he changed into more comfortable clothing going into the back in his study and bending down, opening a small wooden opening in the side of the wall and going through it.
He crawled through a small tunnel, just big enough for him to fit comfortably through for a few feet before getting out and onto an open ledge. The ledge itself was a natural edge on the Cliffside and led to a great view of the bay. It was his little secret, a dangerous one as it was considering what would happen if he ever fell off, but well it hadn’t happened so far and he wasn’t planning on it happening in the future. As it was he sat down on the ledge, his feet dangling off the edge as he looked out at the bay. The view really was beautiful, especially at this time of day when the sun was just beginning to set.
He wasn’t one for introspection, but at times like this, he almost felt like it. And then it passed and he just laughed it off. Reaching into his pocket he took out a flask containing some of his favorite whisky and took a swig. Now this was the life.
° U-sername || HoBoSucks
° A-ge ||19
° T-ime zone || GMT -6
°W-hat is the secret phrase from the Rules? || Bluebonnet