Post by Marko Iliev on Sept 27, 2011 19:57:58 GMT -5
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° N-ame || Marko Iliev (or, to give him his extended name, Marko Veselinov Kamenov Markov Iliev)
° A-liases || "Mr. Iliev", "Boss" (the two of which he generally expects his employees/clients to call him); certain people he's close to can get away with calling him "Mark". "Marko Polo" is not appreciated.
° A-ge || 25
° G-ender || Male
° F-amily || Father, mother, grandmother and various younger siblings.
° E-ye color || Hazel
° H-air color || Dark brown
° H-eight || 189cm (6'2'')
° W-eight || 80kg (176lbs)
° D-efining features || He's slender and shady-looking; with lightly tanned skin. His features are rather angular, his eyes deep-set and his jawline broad. In bright lighting, his eyes look to be more of a grey hue than hazel.
° A-dditional features || There's a scar on the back of his head, covered by his hair; it's not visible unless one was to look extremely close, though. He dresses pretty typically, tending to keep his "nicer" or "noble" clothes for the right occasions; favouring large trenchcoats where possible (since they're good for hiding things in).
° J-ob || "Businessman"
° R-eason for current profession || Inheritance; (see history for more)
° D-istrict || Lives in N.Residential District
° P-ersonality ||
Some might describe Marko as a prime example of bipolarity. Whereas he has his notable mood swings, they would be highly exaggerating. If someone were to meet him for the first time under normal circumstances, they'd likely find him to be generally polite, albeit in an off-hand manner. He doesn't seem to say much at first, which can make him seem stoic at times. Of course, there are certain deciding factors that can change first impressions from the norm considerably. If he doesn't like the look of someone at first, it will be quite a task for him to like them at all - thankfully, this is a rarer occurrence than one would think.
The typical outer shell of impassiveness, however, is not one that is hard to crack. Once Marko has warmed to someone, he'll be happy to let them see the cheerful and friendly - albeit often peculiar - layer beneath. However, warming to someone and thoroughly trusting them are poles apart in his eyes; it takes a surprising amount to gain his trust, but he's dedicated to any that do.
As a child, he was poorly behaved and a bully to others around him. Incredibly, despite all of the maturity he did get, these are traits that have stuck with him. He definitely has a tendency to pick on people, although his means are quite varied. To friend and foe alike, he's the type to get a kick out of messing with others' heads. Unless it's clear he hates someone, though, it usually isn't done with spite, though he likes to give bad reasons for doing so, too. He mostly just does it for attention. Any slyness about him is also rather obvious.
Outwardly, he's also a very proud and boastful guy, arrogant and headstrong. This likely stems, funnily enough, from an inferiority complex of sorts. He thinks everything he does is fantastic, and that the world revolves around the oh-so-wonderful him. He thinks, hoping that eventually he'll have reached the point where he believes it, or it manifests, or both. The best way to get on his bad side, therefore, would be to spurn him, or point out particularly weak points. This would be at one's own risk, however. He's irritable, and pushing the wrong buttons can invoke a nasty temper in him. In spite of this, he's strong, both physically and mentally. Even if it doesn't seem possible, he can endure a lot just by gritting his teeth and bearing it. He's the type who can't see failure as an option. And if he fails at anything, he'll make up an excuse as to why it wasn't really a failure for him, whether he has to explain it aloud, or just tell it to himself.
That isn't to say he's completely hard-hearted, though, even if it may be quite easy for one to assume he was. He adores children and animals and flowers and is actually pretty sweet and loving if you do happen to get on that side of him. The fact is, if you tease him about having a soft centre, he will probably get annoyed. Keeping up a serious exterior and reputation is important to him.
° L-ikes ||
• Yogurt
• Pretty girls
• Getting his ego stroked
• Money
• Alcohol
• Superiority (ie. being the boss)
° D-islikes ||
• Being spurned
• People with "annoying faces" (or so he claims)
• The Military
• Working too hard (that's why he pays people to do it for him)
• Certain rules and regulations
° F-ears ||
(well, he claims he fears nothing, but...)
• Losing his money
• The death of his mother and/or siblings
• Being forever alone
° G-oals ||
• To help get rid of the Draconians
• To expand his "business empire"
•To be richer than his father
• He wouldn't mind an airship of his own, either.
° H-istory ||
Wealthy noble and owner of a large electrical plant in South Granor, Veselin Iliev took his job over from his father, whom was killed rather early in his life by a Ruthien attack. At the other end of the scale, however, Aleksandrina (not her birth name) was a nomad whom was forced to leave her village after it was razed by pirates - after which she came to Granor with next to nothing. Veselin was a strong man, with a sharp tongue and an excellent business sense. But he was a suave man in his youth, and was quick to seduce many women whom walked across his path. Women like Aleksandrina, for instance, whom could be seduced easily... For the right price, as it were.
His mother didn't approve of their marriage, which happened merely a few months after they'd met the first time. Aleksandrina - whom had changed her name upon request by her fiancé, to further integrate her into the noble bloodline - was poor. But she was also pregnant. And if Veselin was going to keep his reputation in business, he had little choice. They carried it off smoothly; no one except the two of them ever knew she was pregnant before the marriage. But Marko himself, however, could tell easily whilst growing up that his parents never really loved each other, and that it was all just an act.
Asides from that, he was a very brash and selfish child. He craved attention, which he mostly didn't get. He was poorly-behaved and picked on and pushed around his silbings as well as other children, even if they were older than himself. In his teen years, he fell in with the wrong crowd, particularly the bad kids who constantly got in trouble with the authorities... And judging by his hatred of the military and the government, this meant that he was possibly even involved with the Ruthiens. Veselin and Aleksandrina were at a loss with what to do about this for a long time. The worse his attitude became, the worse his father's repuation would also become... So when Marko turned eighteen, he was thrown out of the house. Not quite in the typical manner, however. His father instructed that he live elsewhere, and gave him a decent sum of money to begin to make a living on.
And so, he did. He used the money to buy a couple of businesses... Then when he gathered enough funds, another, and another, and so on and so forth. Most of these are in the Trade District. It's noteable that he doesn't actually run these businesses himself, rather, he pays employees to do that for him. Though he did mature considerably from the youth he was before, his affiliation with the Ruthiens is still questionable. Although aware his grandfather was killed by one of their attacks, he seems to favour them over the Draconians, whom limit the freedom of the citizens. He's been accused of funding their operations before... But to this day, he's denied everything.
He currently owns a small bar in the Entertainment District, a café and an inn in the Trade District, and a Warehouse in the Factory District. By 'owning' these things, he literally pays people to generally run them for him, and reaps the profits. He also funds an orphanage, and - by rumour - a brothel.
° R-oleplay example ||
((This was done when I had in my head that he would definitely be a Ruthien. I obviously changed that, but I kept the sample as it was. I doubt much psychologically would differ. I assume it's probably when he was about 16 in this verse, maybe?))
He was always one of the lucky ones. The lights - the pale, distant glow - were just a reminder of how lucky he really was.
The city at night could be a dangerous place for someone alone, no matter their age or gender or knowledge of the place. But the Ruthiens often patrolled these areas like they owned the place. Although Marko wasn't patrolling exactly, he carried arms on him whenever he left at this time, even if he was just wandering the slums, not just because the danger was unpredictable, but because there was still a chance of him being found out. He didn't know for sure, but he always found the thought of being an outlaw oddly thrilling. He liked living on the edge; he liked the ever-so fine line between life and death. And if he wasn't on the military's hit list yet, he was pretty damn sure he'd give them enough hell until he was.
He gave a crooked smile at the thought, looking up at what he could see of the city's centre from the edge of the underpinnings. If he walked any further, it would be out of sight. His task had taken him all the way there. He was out searching for the Ruthiens dispatching a bomb that night; a search which had so far been unsuccessful - extremely unsuccessful - and he'd been told not to dawdle, but he took the order liberally; of course. It wasn't dawdling if there was no one in the vicinity to see him do it. And it wasn't like he was off-guard, either - he was standing in the shadows with a loaded gun at his waist and his ears were open so that any noise - any - was ready to startle him.
Marko had been thinking, whilst staring back at those lights. Thinking perhaps too much. He'd heard about 'Heaven' and 'Hell' from some place or another, and in the very back of his mind he had decided that Granor and its so-called underworld were either one or the other. There was no middle point and so he couldn't say for sure but life in the centre, the perfect life dictated by the Draconians and its military was comfortable, and life for those less fortunate was difficult - very difficult - and that's what made it so hard to decide. But one day, one day the Government would fall, the military would be crushed - one day it would happen, he believed the words the Ruthien leaders spoke, he believed them all, every single one because if he couldn't, what else did he have to believe in?
But he reminded himself he was one of the lucky ones. No, he'd never say it out loud; he'd make it sound like he'd actually earned his place in the world - somehow. Others didn't have it so easy, he didn't have to look far to be reminded of that every day. He didn't fear the military and their bastard dictator. He didn't fear capture. He didn't fear torture. He didn't fear death. He didn't fear anything. But, to him, his Heaven, his Utopia, was still out of reach. For now.
° U-sername || hclarcy
° A-ge || 19
° T-ime zone || GMT
°W-hat is the secret phrase from the Rules? || Cranius - Big Blue Dress
° N-ame || Marko Iliev (or, to give him his extended name, Marko Veselinov Kamenov Markov Iliev)
° A-liases || "Mr. Iliev", "Boss" (the two of which he generally expects his employees/clients to call him); certain people he's close to can get away with calling him "Mark". "Marko Polo" is not appreciated.
° A-ge || 25
° G-ender || Male
° F-amily || Father, mother, grandmother and various younger siblings.
\-|-°-|-/
° E-ye color || Hazel
° H-air color || Dark brown
° H-eight || 189cm (6'2'')
° W-eight || 80kg (176lbs)
° D-efining features || He's slender and shady-looking; with lightly tanned skin. His features are rather angular, his eyes deep-set and his jawline broad. In bright lighting, his eyes look to be more of a grey hue than hazel.
° A-dditional features || There's a scar on the back of his head, covered by his hair; it's not visible unless one was to look extremely close, though. He dresses pretty typically, tending to keep his "nicer" or "noble" clothes for the right occasions; favouring large trenchcoats where possible (since they're good for hiding things in).
\-|-°-|-/
° J-ob || "Businessman"
° R-eason for current profession || Inheritance; (see history for more)
° D-istrict || Lives in N.Residential District
\-|-°-|-/
° P-ersonality ||
Some might describe Marko as a prime example of bipolarity. Whereas he has his notable mood swings, they would be highly exaggerating. If someone were to meet him for the first time under normal circumstances, they'd likely find him to be generally polite, albeit in an off-hand manner. He doesn't seem to say much at first, which can make him seem stoic at times. Of course, there are certain deciding factors that can change first impressions from the norm considerably. If he doesn't like the look of someone at first, it will be quite a task for him to like them at all - thankfully, this is a rarer occurrence than one would think.
The typical outer shell of impassiveness, however, is not one that is hard to crack. Once Marko has warmed to someone, he'll be happy to let them see the cheerful and friendly - albeit often peculiar - layer beneath. However, warming to someone and thoroughly trusting them are poles apart in his eyes; it takes a surprising amount to gain his trust, but he's dedicated to any that do.
As a child, he was poorly behaved and a bully to others around him. Incredibly, despite all of the maturity he did get, these are traits that have stuck with him. He definitely has a tendency to pick on people, although his means are quite varied. To friend and foe alike, he's the type to get a kick out of messing with others' heads. Unless it's clear he hates someone, though, it usually isn't done with spite, though he likes to give bad reasons for doing so, too. He mostly just does it for attention. Any slyness about him is also rather obvious.
Outwardly, he's also a very proud and boastful guy, arrogant and headstrong. This likely stems, funnily enough, from an inferiority complex of sorts. He thinks everything he does is fantastic, and that the world revolves around the oh-so-wonderful him. He thinks, hoping that eventually he'll have reached the point where he believes it, or it manifests, or both. The best way to get on his bad side, therefore, would be to spurn him, or point out particularly weak points. This would be at one's own risk, however. He's irritable, and pushing the wrong buttons can invoke a nasty temper in him. In spite of this, he's strong, both physically and mentally. Even if it doesn't seem possible, he can endure a lot just by gritting his teeth and bearing it. He's the type who can't see failure as an option. And if he fails at anything, he'll make up an excuse as to why it wasn't really a failure for him, whether he has to explain it aloud, or just tell it to himself.
That isn't to say he's completely hard-hearted, though, even if it may be quite easy for one to assume he was. He adores children and animals and flowers and is actually pretty sweet and loving if you do happen to get on that side of him. The fact is, if you tease him about having a soft centre, he will probably get annoyed. Keeping up a serious exterior and reputation is important to him.
° L-ikes ||
• Yogurt
• Pretty girls
• Getting his ego stroked
• Money
• Alcohol
• Superiority (ie. being the boss)
° D-islikes ||
• Being spurned
• People with "annoying faces" (or so he claims)
• The Military
• Working too hard (that's why he pays people to do it for him)
• Certain rules and regulations
° F-ears ||
(well, he claims he fears nothing, but...)
• Losing his money
• The death of his mother and/or siblings
• Being forever alone
° G-oals ||
• To help get rid of the Draconians
• To expand his "business empire"
•
• He wouldn't mind an airship of his own, either.
\-|-°-|-/
° H-istory ||
Wealthy noble and owner of a large electrical plant in South Granor, Veselin Iliev took his job over from his father, whom was killed rather early in his life by a Ruthien attack. At the other end of the scale, however, Aleksandrina (not her birth name) was a nomad whom was forced to leave her village after it was razed by pirates - after which she came to Granor with next to nothing. Veselin was a strong man, with a sharp tongue and an excellent business sense. But he was a suave man in his youth, and was quick to seduce many women whom walked across his path. Women like Aleksandrina, for instance, whom could be seduced easily... For the right price, as it were.
His mother didn't approve of their marriage, which happened merely a few months after they'd met the first time. Aleksandrina - whom had changed her name upon request by her fiancé, to further integrate her into the noble bloodline - was poor. But she was also pregnant. And if Veselin was going to keep his reputation in business, he had little choice. They carried it off smoothly; no one except the two of them ever knew she was pregnant before the marriage. But Marko himself, however, could tell easily whilst growing up that his parents never really loved each other, and that it was all just an act.
Asides from that, he was a very brash and selfish child. He craved attention, which he mostly didn't get. He was poorly-behaved and picked on and pushed around his silbings as well as other children, even if they were older than himself. In his teen years, he fell in with the wrong crowd, particularly the bad kids who constantly got in trouble with the authorities... And judging by his hatred of the military and the government, this meant that he was possibly even involved with the Ruthiens. Veselin and Aleksandrina were at a loss with what to do about this for a long time. The worse his attitude became, the worse his father's repuation would also become... So when Marko turned eighteen, he was thrown out of the house. Not quite in the typical manner, however. His father instructed that he live elsewhere, and gave him a decent sum of money to begin to make a living on.
And so, he did. He used the money to buy a couple of businesses... Then when he gathered enough funds, another, and another, and so on and so forth. Most of these are in the Trade District. It's noteable that he doesn't actually run these businesses himself, rather, he pays employees to do that for him. Though he did mature considerably from the youth he was before, his affiliation with the Ruthiens is still questionable. Although aware his grandfather was killed by one of their attacks, he seems to favour them over the Draconians, whom limit the freedom of the citizens. He's been accused of funding their operations before... But to this day, he's denied everything.
He currently owns a small bar in the Entertainment District, a café and an inn in the Trade District, and a Warehouse in the Factory District. By 'owning' these things, he literally pays people to generally run them for him, and reaps the profits. He also funds an orphanage, and - by rumour - a brothel.
\-|-°-|-/
° R-oleplay example ||
((This was done when I had in my head that he would definitely be a Ruthien. I obviously changed that, but I kept the sample as it was. I doubt much psychologically would differ. I assume it's probably when he was about 16 in this verse, maybe?))
He was always one of the lucky ones. The lights - the pale, distant glow - were just a reminder of how lucky he really was.
The city at night could be a dangerous place for someone alone, no matter their age or gender or knowledge of the place. But the Ruthiens often patrolled these areas like they owned the place. Although Marko wasn't patrolling exactly, he carried arms on him whenever he left at this time, even if he was just wandering the slums, not just because the danger was unpredictable, but because there was still a chance of him being found out. He didn't know for sure, but he always found the thought of being an outlaw oddly thrilling. He liked living on the edge; he liked the ever-so fine line between life and death. And if he wasn't on the military's hit list yet, he was pretty damn sure he'd give them enough hell until he was.
He gave a crooked smile at the thought, looking up at what he could see of the city's centre from the edge of the underpinnings. If he walked any further, it would be out of sight. His task had taken him all the way there. He was out searching for the Ruthiens dispatching a bomb that night; a search which had so far been unsuccessful - extremely unsuccessful - and he'd been told not to dawdle, but he took the order liberally; of course. It wasn't dawdling if there was no one in the vicinity to see him do it. And it wasn't like he was off-guard, either - he was standing in the shadows with a loaded gun at his waist and his ears were open so that any noise - any - was ready to startle him.
Marko had been thinking, whilst staring back at those lights. Thinking perhaps too much. He'd heard about 'Heaven' and 'Hell' from some place or another, and in the very back of his mind he had decided that Granor and its so-called underworld were either one or the other. There was no middle point and so he couldn't say for sure but life in the centre, the perfect life dictated by the Draconians and its military was comfortable, and life for those less fortunate was difficult - very difficult - and that's what made it so hard to decide. But one day, one day the Government would fall, the military would be crushed - one day it would happen, he believed the words the Ruthien leaders spoke, he believed them all, every single one because if he couldn't, what else did he have to believe in?
But he reminded himself he was one of the lucky ones. No, he'd never say it out loud; he'd make it sound like he'd actually earned his place in the world - somehow. Others didn't have it so easy, he didn't have to look far to be reminded of that every day. He didn't fear the military and their bastard dictator. He didn't fear capture. He didn't fear torture. He didn't fear death. He didn't fear anything. But, to him, his Heaven, his Utopia, was still out of reach. For now.
\-|-°-|-/
° U-sername || hclarcy
° A-ge || 19
° T-ime zone || GMT
°W-hat is the secret phrase from the Rules? || Cranius - Big Blue Dress
