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G E N E R A L
♢ Name: Pavel
♢ Alias: TBA feel free to give him a nick name!! Pasha is the diminutive for Pavel, but he would probably threaten to break your arm for calling him that
♢ Gender: Male
♢ Age: 32
♢ Height: 6’3”
♢ Weight: 255lbs

S T A T S
♢ Race: Human
♢ Element: Fire
♢ Job: Pacifier // Tamer
♢ Class: Novice

A T T R I B U T E
♢ Main weapon: n/a
♢ Sub weapon:
- Short sword
He can hold his own in a fight against untrained or unskilled individuals, however will easily lose in a sword fight against a knight or other professional swordsman/woman

♢ Skills:
- [Passive] Hearth
He's basically a human space heater, this increases his resistance to wind damage, and can reduce wind damage inflicted on companions. It also makes him excellent for snuggling.

- [Active] Forge
Allows him to heat metals he his in physical contact with to temperatures that would cause second degree burns. This give his attacks small additional fire damage, but all in all is not remarkably useful

♢ Companion:
Marmalade

P E R S O N A L

♢ Personality:
cynical | gruff | short tempered | possessive | judgmental | stubborn | loyal | honest | protective | a bit violent

As intimidating as he looks, or possibly more so, Pavel is not quick to give or gain anyone's trust. He does not actively seek violence, for the sake of violence, the way he sees it, it is the most obvious, and inevitable, solution. Somewhere deep down he does mean well, he is instinctively protective of those who cannot protect themselves, and is loyal to a fault of the few he does trust. However, with most people he is rude, argumentative, and has an awful habit of complaining.

♢ Likes:
- sweets but he'll never admit it
- Marmalade
- cute fluffy things he won't admit to this either
- a good brawl
- snow (but only looking at it he doesn't actually like being in the snow)
- a warm fire
- hot chocolate (the sweeter and creamier the better)

♢ Dislikes
- cold food (even if it's supposed to be cold)
- being woken up
- being idle
- fancy clothing
- sunny autumn days (they fill him with inexplicable dread)
- pacifists (he just doesn't trust them to be useful in a fight)
- liars
- people who have no sense of personal space
- people who talk too much
- rain
- bathing/ swimming in cold water
- people who don't listen to him
- people who expect him to listen to them
- bitter foods
- spicy foods
- stubborn people
- strong artificial smells (like perfumes)
- mud
- loud places
- crowded places

♢ Story:
Pavel woke to the feeling of something damp lapping at his cheek. He brushed it away and rolled over mumbling "Five more minutes".

At the hazy edge of his half-awake consciousness he could hear the sound of paws padding around him and felt something slide off his head. He bolted up right, his hand going to his bare left eye. The creature that had been licking his face was running off with his eye patch. He stood, a bit too quickly, a wave of dizziness passing over him before he ran down the path after the small orange animal shouting, "Get back here! That's mine!"

After a few minutes of giving chase to the orange ball of fluff he he had followed the path deep int a patch of forest, when came across a hand full of men loitering on the path, one of them kicked a man-sized lump over the down hill side of the path it rolled rustling through the leaves and breaking small twig, gaining speed until it stopped against a tree with a sickening, bone breaking crunch, but the lump no other sound. He took a step back, as the group of men noticed him there. One of them, one who seemed like the leader of the bunch took a step towards Pavel, smiling, he nodded to where the body lay, "Friend of your's?"

He shook his head, backing away from the approaching man. He felt a twisting in his gut, not quite fear, he was not scared of the man or of what they might do to him, but he felt a strange sense of dread, and he was not sure why.

"Really? That's a shame. Because you'll be joining him."

Pavel stopped suddenly, something sharp pressed into his back, reflexively he spun around, grabbing the arm of the man behind him and twisting his hand violently the dagger that had been pressed into his back was now in his hand, without thinking he deftly slit the man's throat, letting his fall to the ground blood gurgling from his mouth and bleeding throat. He stepped back from his attacker, it had all been a blur to him, he swallowed trying to steady himself, it was happening too fast, he didn't even know where he was or even who he was and he had already killed a man. His stomach turned again, with the strange sense that his unknown dread had been realized.

He looked back up at the other men. Some were standing shocked, a couple had already started backing away, their leader shook his head, trying to mask his fear as disgust, "Ooh, you know what? I really don't feel like fighting today. Maybe another time?"

With that he quickly turned and, with his men, ran off the path, disappearing into the thick brush in a matter of moments. Pavel looked back down at the man at his feet who had gone still, his blood staining the sandy dirt of the path. A chirping yip brought him back to reality. The orange creature was standing by the body that had been kicked off the path she was pulling at the tattered brown cloak that have become tangled around it, he went down the hill, an illogical bit of hope that maybe there might be some life left in the limp figure. He pressed his ear against the body's chest, there was no sound, no hint of a beat or breath, he had been badly beaten by the bandits. The orange creature whined at Pavel, he shook his head, "I'm sorry there's nothing I can do ... he's gone."

She whimpered, her large ears tilting back, she licked at the dead man's hand. He couldn't help but feel a bit moved by the animal's mourning. He stood taking a few steps towards a flatter, clearer, patch of ground, with a stick he drew out a rectangle long and wide enough for the dead man. He began to dig, after a few minutes the orange creature padded over to him, her ears cocked quizzically in an unsaid question.

"We need to bury him, its the respectful thing to do."

As if she understood she she joined him, helping him dig. It took hours, the sun had gone down and Pavel's fingers had been rubbed raw and dirt caked under his nails, but the body was in the ground. He and the animal stood by the simple grave in silence for a few minutes. He glanced at the creature she seemed deep in though then she made a plaintive whining noise and began to dig at the ground.

Pavel picked her up pulling her away from the grave, "No, no, you can't do that."

She whined at him again.

He shook his head, "That won't bring him back, nothing can."

She stared at him with her dark soulful eyes and again he could not help but feel moved by her loss.

He looked back up towards the path it was getting difficult to see in the dimming twilight, "But at least we can make sure that it won't happen again."

And with the orange creature nestled in his arms he began to make his way up hill, following the path left by the bandits.

♢ Miscellaneous:
- when bored/ idle he tends to pick fights
- blushes rather easily in situations of close or intimate physical contact
- has a lot of trouble falling asleep
- cannot cook, burns everything
- has horrible aim, possibly due to a lack of depth perception
- he has a smattering of scars on his arms and torso and a couple on his legs
- snarky drunk, until he gets too drunk, then he just starts insulting you, you parents, and anything else you hold dear
- although usually quite hot tempered, when he is actually angry he becomes eerily quiet and seemingly calm
- due to his rather violent disposition, and sword, people occasionally assume he is a knight
- he never did get his eye patch back, but he doesn't really care
- only drinks tea if it has so much honey it it that it becomes viscus
- right eye can detect bright light, but is essentially blind
- tends to call people by nick names or surnames (if they have one)

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Please be his friend. He doesn't want friends, but he needs them!!

Updated based of current/ finished role play scenes

Triste: Amiable acquaintance, Marmalade seems to like her and she helped him find the shop when he got lost, so he can't complain

Ryu: Tolerated peer, he's a bit too odd and chipper for Pavels tastes, but he trusts him more than others because he respects him as a fellow pacifier

Lynne: Currently considering murdering, he cannot stand the annoying little passive aggressive brat

R P I N F O
- notes, comments and Skype, or whatever, I have discord now, and that was a lot easier to set up than skype

TL;DR: He's the scary guy with the cute bunny-dog

Description

G E N E R A L
♢ Name: Pavel
♢ Alias: TBA feel free to give him a nick name!! Pasha is the diminutive for Pavel, but he would probably threaten to break your arm for calling him that
♢ Gender: Male
♢ Age: 32
♢ Height: 6’3”
♢ Weight: 255lbs

S T A T S
♢ Race: Human
♢ Element: Fire
♢ Job: Pacifier // Tamer
♢ Class: Novice

A T T R I B U T E
♢ Main weapon: n/a
♢ Sub weapon:
- Short sword
He can hold his own in a fight against untrained or unskilled individuals, however will easily lose in a sword fight against a knight or other professional swordsman/woman

♢ Skills:
- [Passive] Hearth
He's basically a human space heater, this increases his resistance to wind damage, and can reduce wind damage inflicted on companions. It also makes him excellent for snuggling.

- [Active] Forge
Allows him to heat metals he his in physical contact with to temperatures that would cause second degree burns. This give his attacks small additional fire damage, but all in all is not remarkably useful

♢ Companion:
Marmalade

P E R S O N A L

♢ Personality:
cynical | gruff | short tempered | possessive | judgmental | stubborn | loyal | honest | protective | a bit violent

As intimidating as he looks, or possibly more so, Pavel is not quick to give or gain anyone's trust. He does not actively seek violence, for the sake of violence, the way he sees it, it is the most obvious, and inevitable, solution. Somewhere deep down he does mean well, he is instinctively protective of those who cannot protect themselves, and is loyal to a fault of the few he does trust. However, with most people he is rude, argumentative, and has an awful habit of complaining.

♢ Likes:
- sweets but he'll never admit it
- Marmalade
- cute fluffy things he won't admit to this either
- a good brawl
- snow (but only looking at it he doesn't actually like being in the snow)
- a warm fire
- hot chocolate (the sweeter and creamier the better)

♢ Dislikes
- cold food (even if it's supposed to be cold)
- being woken up
- being idle
- fancy clothing
- sunny autumn days (they fill him with inexplicable dread)
- pacifists (he just doesn't trust them to be useful in a fight)
- liars
- people who have no sense of personal space
- people who talk too much
- rain
- bathing/ swimming in cold water
- people who don't listen to him
- people who expect him to listen to them
- bitter foods
- spicy foods
- stubborn people
- strong artificial smells (like perfumes)
- mud
- loud places
- crowded places

♢ Story:
Pavel woke to the feeling of something damp lapping at his cheek. He brushed it away and rolled over mumbling "Five more minutes".

At the hazy edge of his half-awake consciousness he could hear the sound of paws padding around him and felt something slide off his head. He bolted up right, his hand going to his bare left eye. The creature that had been licking his face was running off with his eye patch. He stood, a bit too quickly, a wave of dizziness passing over him before he ran down the path after the small orange animal shouting, "Get back here! That's mine!"

After a few minutes of giving chase to the orange ball of fluff he he had followed the path deep int a patch of forest, when came across a hand full of men loitering on the path, one of them kicked a man-sized lump over the down hill side of the path it rolled rustling through the leaves and breaking small twig, gaining speed until it stopped against a tree with a sickening, bone breaking crunch, but the lump no other sound. He took a step back, as the group of men noticed him there. One of them, one who seemed like the leader of the bunch took a step towards Pavel, smiling, he nodded to where the body lay, "Friend of your's?"

He shook his head, backing away from the approaching man. He felt a twisting in his gut, not quite fear, he was not scared of the man or of what they might do to him, but he felt a strange sense of dread, and he was not sure why.

"Really? That's a shame. Because you'll be joining him."

Pavel stopped suddenly, something sharp pressed into his back, reflexively he spun around, grabbing the arm of the man behind him and twisting his hand violently the dagger that had been pressed into his back was now in his hand, without thinking he deftly slit the man's throat, letting his fall to the ground blood gurgling from his mouth and bleeding throat. He stepped back from his attacker, it had all been a blur to him, he swallowed trying to steady himself, it was happening too fast, he didn't even know where he was or even who he was and he had already killed a man. His stomach turned again, with the strange sense that his unknown dread had been realized.

He looked back up at the other men. Some were standing shocked, a couple had already started backing away, their leader shook his head, trying to mask his fear as disgust, "Ooh, you know what? I really don't feel like fighting today. Maybe another time?"

With that he quickly turned and, with his men, ran off the path, disappearing into the thick brush in a matter of moments. Pavel looked back down at the man at his feet who had gone still, his blood staining the sandy dirt of the path. A chirping yip brought him back to reality. The orange creature was standing by the body that had been kicked off the path she was pulling at the tattered brown cloak that have become tangled around it, he went down the hill, an illogical bit of hope that maybe there might be some life left in the limp figure. He pressed his ear against the body's chest, there was no sound, no hint of a beat or breath, he had been badly beaten by the bandits. The orange creature whined at Pavel, he shook his head, "I'm sorry there's nothing I can do ... he's gone."

She whimpered, her large ears tilting back, she licked at the dead man's hand. He couldn't help but feel a bit moved by the animal's mourning. He stood taking a few steps towards a flatter, clearer, patch of ground, with a stick he drew out a rectangle long and wide enough for the dead man. He began to dig, after a few minutes the orange creature padded over to him, her ears cocked quizzically in an unsaid question.

"We need to bury him, its the respectful thing to do."

As if she understood she she joined him, helping him dig. It took hours, the sun had gone down and Pavel's fingers had been rubbed raw and dirt caked under his nails, but the body was in the ground. He and the animal stood by the simple grave in silence for a few minutes. He glanced at the creature she seemed deep in though then she made a plaintive whining noise and began to dig at the ground.

Pavel picked her up pulling her away from the grave, "No, no, you can't do that."

She whined at him again.

He shook his head, "That won't bring him back, nothing can."

She stared at him with her dark soulful eyes and again he could not help but feel moved by her loss.

He looked back up towards the path it was getting difficult to see in the dimming twilight, "But at least we can make sure that it won't happen again."

And with the orange creature nestled in his arms he began to make his way up hill, following the path left by the bandits.

♢ Miscellaneous:
- when bored/ idle he tends to pick fights
- blushes rather easily in situations of close or intimate physical contact
- has a lot of trouble falling asleep
- cannot cook, burns everything
- has horrible aim, possibly due to a lack of depth perception
- he has a smattering of scars on his arms and torso and a couple on his legs
- snarky drunk, until he gets too drunk, then he just starts insulting you, you parents, and anything else you hold dear
- although usually quite hot tempered, when he is actually angry he becomes eerily quiet and seemingly calm
- due to his rather violent disposition, and sword, people occasionally assume he is a knight
- he never did get his eye patch back, but he doesn't really care
- only drinks tea if it has so much honey it it that it becomes viscus
- right eye can detect bright light, but is essentially blind
- tends to call people by nick names or surnames (if they have one)

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Please be his friend. He doesn't want friends, but he needs them!!

Updated based of current/ finished role play scenes

Triste: Amiable acquaintance, Marmalade seems to like her and she helped him find the shop when he got lost, so he can't complain

Ryu: Tolerated peer, he's a bit too odd and chipper for Pavels tastes, but he trusts him more than others because he respects him as a fellow pacifier

Lynne: Currently considering murdering, he cannot stand the annoying little passive aggressive brat

R P I N F O
- notes, comments and Skype, or whatever, I have discord now, and that was a lot easier to set up than skype

TL;DR: He's the scary guy with the cute bunny-dog