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 Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 7:53 pm
 ~Under Construction~ Location: His duplex
Mood: Hungry
Activity: Wondering what to do with the goat
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 8:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 8:10 pm
September 8th: The gift that keeps on giving! Sabin delivers a live goat to F's door after he requests some blood, 'as fresh as possible'..
September 4th: F experiences his first transformation, while shitfaced and locked in Maryke's bathroom..
August 18th: F suffers accidental impalement from a tree branch and is trucked off to the labs where he spends a week recovering.
August 9th: F learns of the Island's true secrets from Antony, and responds with a foodfight.
August 7th: F is on the island! and he seemed to quite easily soak up Sabin's 'penal colony' story.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 8:18 pm
Nickname: "F" (eff) -obviously just a dramatic shortening of his first name, but it's been his nickname since he was a kid and it's how he'll introduce himself if he has the choice.
Age: 28
Height: 5.6ft
Weight: 137lb
Ethnicity: Romanian
Birthplace: outskirts of Brasov, central-Romania
Current location: In or around Brixton, South London
Occupation: Unemployed/Street performer
Family:
Father- Stanislav Bochinsky (deceased)
Mother- Natalya Sollomovici (whereabouts unknown)
Cousin- Grigor Sollomovici
(No contact with other relations)
Likes: His guitar, travelling, outdated music (<3 60's), fire dancing, free running, card tricks, ice cream, summertime, the simple things in life.
Dislikes: Dependancy, constraints, having to deal with stressful situations, loud noises, losing his temper, tyranny.
Appearance:
F has tanned skin and chocolate brown hair. He sports thick dreadlocks just past his shoulders, and a good supply of facial hair- namely a trimmed goatee with stubble extending along his jawline to meet some rather 'stylish' sideburns. He has thick eyebrows and a bit of a "Jewish" looking nose.
He is a little below average height and very slim, although not overly scrawny. His build is still somewhat athletic - The body of someone who's active but doesn't eat a whole lot/very healthily.
F's eyes are slighty odd-coloured. They are naturally the striking grey-green common through his family. However, during the years leading up to the 1989 Revolution, demonstrations littered the streets of Brasov and often lead to riots. The last time F visited his hometown, he was caught up in a particularly violent riot which apparently required military intervention and a grenade to end it. A small piece of shrapnel found his cheek and lodged itself in his eyeball. He was left with a nice little scar below his left eye, which now appears paler, with a scarred, clouded pupil. He is near blind in this eye, only able to see blurry shapes.
F wears whatever he can get his hands on, basically. As what seems to be a rule, the majority of his clothes are old, dirty, and falling appart. He has an ancient pair of jeans that have served him well, a black and white striped vest top, and a baggy green zip-up hoodie. A pair of large, dark aviator-esque sunglasses are almost permanently attached to his face. He has also recently 'acquired'*(see post 5) a nice pair of leather cowboy boots.
F has one tattoo, a sorry looking panda bear along the inside side of his right foot.
Personality:
Charmingly crude, extremely laid back (sometimes to the point of carelessness), freedom-loving, independant, youthful, good-humoured and occasionally intelligent. F loves to entertain and isn't bashful about much at all. Can be flaky, unmotivated, fickle and wholly unreliable. He doesn't/can't take anything too seriously and has a rather limited attention span.
Despite his less than beautiful accent, he has a rather unique and actually quite appealing singing voice.
Other ramblings (about off-island life):
Suprisingly, F doesn't actually mind his life too much. It brings him back to his childhood, when he often wished he could live on the streets with the Roma. He's happy being out of the rat race, and loves the strange kind of freedom that comes with being both jobless and homeless. He sees himself as a bit of a Gypsy, and makes his means wherever he can, however he can. He very much prefers being on the move. Despite not being the most responsible of people, he likes to be in the driver's seat of his own life. If the opportunity arrises, (as with his van, and his boots*..) he will steal, but doesn't make a habit of it. And it's usually for things he can use, not sell. Having only a few pence to his name doesn't seem to phase him. He spends what little he makes on petrol (which tends to last him a while anyway, since he doesn't travel far at a time), fuel for his fire dancing, tobacco (which dosn't last long at all), and food if he feels like treating himself to something a bit fancier than soup-kitchen hand outs.
Other than that, he doesn't appear to need much else to keep him happy. When he's not 'working', he always seems to be able to find things to entertain himself. He likes free-running (although he doesn't do that now as much as he used to) and loves teaching himself songs by ear, since it's one thing he's superb at, and has had plenty of time to practice. He will create his own songs, but these are usually instrumental only.
F has a good head on his shoulders, and it's fustrating to realise he'd actually make a decent academic were he interested.
But, as it goes.. Laying on the top of his van at night while watching the World go by, perhaps strumming to himself and smoking his lungs out, seems to F like a mighty fine way to spend his life.
Oh, F without a cigarette in his hand is a rare sight indeed, whether he's playing his guitar, shaving, or handing ice cream to small children (much to the distress of their parents).
He seems unable to go 10 minutes without a smoke, and unfortunately that's been the case since he was young.
However, he's not a heavy drinker or drug user. Even if he could afford it, he has the sense to know he'd become as/if not more addicted to the hard stuff as he is with his smokes.
More crap...
A guide to F's accent/speech:
F can speak Romanian, but only with the vocabulary of your average 10 year old, since that's when he left Romania and began speaking primarily in English.
Since then he has developed what you could call a cockney accent, but blended strangely with his Eastern European roots as well as Carribean influences (West Indians made up a relatively large % of the population in his area).
Even if it's not always 'correctly', he pronounciates his words clearly, with expressive movement of his mouth.
For the sake of your sanity, I'm not going to type all of his speech phonetically when I RP. But to give you a better idea of how he actually sounds, here's a brief guide. Or.. you could just watch Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels/Snatch, or something similar.
Usually at the beginning of words:
-h's are missed (he has = 'e 'as)
Usually at the ends:
-t's are often lost (right = righ', but relative is still relative.)
Generally:
-er's become uh's or ah's. (hatter = hattuh.)
-th's become f's or v's. (thanks = fanks. they = vey.) <- Note that, the = vuh, that = vat, etc. will definately be used in RP.
-l's also mutate into w's (well = wew. Bristol = Bristow.)
For example~
He went in there with a whole lot more water than anyone had anticipated = 'e wen' in vere wiv an 'ole lot more waw'er van anyone 'ad anticipa'ed.
F also tends to use local slang. Your character will have to ask him if they don't understand what he's talking about here. :B
F's music:
As it's been said, he has a rather old-school taste in music. This is partly because it's difficult for him to get hold of more modern stuff, and just simply because he loves it. It's what inspired him to get into music in the first place, afterall.
~His idols include:
Bob Marley
The Beetles
Bob Dylan
Django Reinhardt (& other Gypsy Jazz artists)
David Bowie
Cab Calloway & Co.
The Zombies
Simon & Garfunkel
~He's also partial to certain songs by:
Radiohead
REM
The Chilli Peppers
Classic 'oldies' eg, Sinatra, Bill Withers
A ton of other crap (1960s-70s in particular)
~Songs that say 'F' to me:
Summertime - The Zombies
Moon River - Morrissey
Lust for life - Iggy Pop
Shopping for Blood - Franz Ferdinand
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 8:27 pm
Quote: Background
As a child, Fidatof was absolutely fascinated by the local Gypsy groups (the Roma) that roamed the streets and outskirts of his town. To the distaste of his parents, he couldn't be kept from going out to kick a ball around with the young Roma boys, regardless of the language gap. F was inspired by their innate optimism. Despite living in near-squalor, they seemed happy and carefree, as if they knew the deeper meanings of life, and were living it how it should be lived. His experience with them probably had the greatest impact on the shaping the man he is today.
At the age of ten, F was sent to live in a cheap boarding school in South London. He'd return home during the holidays, and was sent money to live on annually. It was a good life, and F was quite sociable and popular among his peers. The boy had also developed a rabid passion for playing the guitar, and was sent a shiney new acoustic for his eleventh birthday.
However, this living arrangement soon collapsed when, five years later, civil war broke out in Romania. The main airport was bombed while others were closed down and borders to neighbouring countries were made airtight. Fifteen year old F was stranded, and his parents were barred from sending any more packages to England. The boy managed to stick to his studies for a few months more, but come September of the new school year, there was still no news from home, and so no school fees. He was forced to leave the boarding school and instead took a place in a local state school.
Fortunately, F had a cousin named Grigor who had been sent over to study a few years earlier, and was now eighteen. They managed to get in contact and the youngster was allowed to live in Grigor's tiny flat, under the condition that he got a job and eventually earned enough money for a cheap place of his own. Also having lost contact with his family back home, Grigor himself was living on bread and ketchup and working full-time while he saved up for a Law degree.
But, it wasn't long before things simply became too tough for F. He couldn't earn enough working part-time for under adult minimum wage to feed and clothe himself. He ended up skipping classes in favor of much-needed sleep, missing meals when he couldn't afford them, and eventually losing his motivation to work. He ended up failing most of his subjects appart from Music. F dropped out of school after the first two terms of the year. Instead, he began working six and a half days a week in a gas station while on the side, he formed an amature band with a group of friends who had stuck by him through school. As his idea of a spontaneous, 'rock star' thing to do, he started going by the handle 'F'. They called themselves the Trampled Pandas (legend says that's what they'd once been told they looked like most of the time) and they played together for three years, until all but F left for university.
F was seventeen when he received a brief letter regretfully informing him that his father had unfortunately died a few months back. The truth of the matter was that he had been spotted out after the curfew that was introduced after the revolution, and for this reason, shot at in warning. A 'stray bullet' had pierced his heart.
The letter had no return address or contact details, nor was there any mention of inheritance. At this point F still had no idea where his mother was, if she was still alive. Evidently, the still corrupt government knew of his family's relative wealth and would rather it didn't leave the country.
Skip eleven or so relatively uneventful years, and we have F as he is now.
He only kept in touch with one friend from school (the only one who'd be seen with a bum like F), a fellow Romanian by the name of Vincze. Already animalistic enough, it wouldn't be surprising if Dr.Moreau's serums would had little effect on him.
Anyway. Vincze was F's accomplice while he called himself a grifter (a confidence man) for a brief period, during which they only managed to successfully pull off one small job, and F felt rather bad about it afterwards. They returned the old lady's money.
F has had numerous jobs over the years, all shortlived, most literally lasting a day or two. His last serious job was as an ice cream seller during Summer 2003. After that gig finished, he kind of.. sort of.. ended up not returning the ice cream van. Since then, it has become his travelling home and one of his few worldy posessions. His old guitar, now battered and faded, is certainly his most prized.
Prior to his arrival on the Island, F made a modest living as a street performer. In the evenings he'd do some fire dancing, spinning and juggling. (All of which he learnt in Glastonbury. As you do~) Other times he would simply play his guitar for hand outs. During the summer, he'd occationally do the odd Supermarket-bought ice cream run in his van for a small profit. Quote: How does your Character get to/why was your character chosen for the Island?
F is deported after the theft of the cowboy boots and van eventually catch up with him:
In a stroke of particularly bad luck, the original owner of a particularly expensive pair of cowboy boots happened to buy ice cream from F's van. The man instantly recognised both F and the boots he was wearing (despite them no longer being in pristine condition), yet managed to occupy his mouth and his attention with the ice cream until police arrived.
It turned out that the boots had cost the man nearly $4,000, and he was eager to press charges. Since it was suspected that F would not turn up at court due to his lifestyle, he was instead taken into police custody. Following this, it was discovered that he had been living in the country illegally for many years, and also that his name was on record for a stolen ice cream van that was never found.
Now, in the Immigration Department works a young man responsible for tipping off Feral Labs about any "transient persons" who may be of some interest to the company. And apparently, F was.
So, soon enough, the Romanian was on a plane being deported. But not back to Romania..
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 8:29 pm
Things he brought with him to the island:
- The clothes on his back
+ Most of his worldly possessions (which don't equate to a lot):
- Old acoustic guitar
- Some spare clothes
- A fire stick + two poi
- Ancient casette tape of assorted songs but no player
- Scrappy pack of playing cards
- A harmonica
- Rectangular tobacco tin also containing some rolling paper.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 8:34 pm
Quote: notes on The Flea
Flea is the common name for any of the small wingless insects of the order Siphonaptera. Fleas are external parasites, living by hematophagy off the blood of mammals and birds.
Before taking in blood, the flea secretes saliva into the wound. This contains a substance that softens and spreads the skin tissue, assisting with penetration. The saliva also contains an anticoagulant to help with the feeding. It is flea saliva that is usually the cause of allergic reactions in some cats, dogs - and humans.
A flea's eyesight is not brilliant and so air currents and carbon dioxide in the air appear to be responsible for helping the flea find a target. Air currents will be caused by a cat or dog moving past the adult flea, whilst the carbon dioxide increases are caused by the cat or dog breathing in close proximity to the waiting adult.
Fleas, in all stages of development, are affected greatly by humidity and temperature - they need water in their environment just as we do and will die without a suitable relative humidity and temperature. The higher the humidity and temperature, the more the fleas like it.
High jump champions
The flea can jump to heights that for humans would be the equivalent of the Eiffel Tower, with an acceleration fifty times that of a space shuttle, which represents a gravitational force of 140 G, whereas a fighter pilot finds 6 G hard to bear. This astonishing aptitude is due to the abrupt decompression of an elastic mass, known as resiline, which acts like a spring between the thorax and the hind legs. Resiline is also present in the flight mechanisms of numerous insects. It is possible that during their evolution, fleas lost their wings so as to facilitate their movement through their hosts' fur. They have however retained a clever landing mechanism: "airbags" in their legs, which inflate like balloons and allow them to slow down their descent once the target is in view. This mechanism is regulated by the respiratory system that activates the abdominal plates. The flea's body also has numerous hairs that act as captors. Every air movement tells the flea about the position of its target, and it can calculate the trajectory of its leap with precision.
Sex bomb
Apparently, the flea has multiple partners, and copulates as soon as it leaves its cocoon. The female flea climbs onto the back of the much smaller male. The male flea possesses an elaborate genital apparatus consisting of two appendages measuring a third of his length. One serves to hold the female during the act, the other is the reproductive organ.
More sexy pictures of fleas:
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 8:36 pm
Opinions will likely be updated with time/RP.
Staff:
Sabin - Only spoke over intercom. (has no knowledge of Sabin's somewhat eccentric appearance.) He seemed like a neat fellow, if a little creepy. -He got me a bloody goat. What a sly one..
Subjects:
Thom - First islander met, initially assumed to be some sort of horrible space creature.
Antony - A pretty awesome lass in F's book. Able to ignore all the s**t and have a good goof about. The squirrel thing's rather cute, too.
Maryke - Upstairs neighbour. Obviously bad news, but just so bloody seductive.. D: -Attempting to avoid due to the vague memory of vomitizing her bathroom..
Joliette - Swanky lizard lady. Want her claws.
Kaveri [name unknown IC] - Personal butt-ugly angel. <3 Everybody should have one!
Sayuri - Sweet, if timid, little thing. Was obviously highly impressed with my skillz. |}
Newt - Gahaha~ x) Bit of a jumpy fellow. Feel sort of bad for making fun of him, in various ways. Takes things so seriously, though. D:
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 8:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 3:18 am
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August 7th '06: Island Arrival [F, Sabin]
August 9th '06: Secrets & Stress Relief [F, Thom, Antony]
August 10th '06: The Common People [F, Maryke]
August 15th '06: Fancy Scales [F, Joliette]
August 19th '06: Belly Achin` [F, Kaveri, Ginerva]
August 30th '06: Dirty Pretty Things [F, Antony]
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September 4th '06: An Alcohol Inspired Mess [F, Maryke]
September 4th '06: Caution to the Wind [F, Antony]
September 5th '06: There`ve Been Better Days [F, Antony]
September 8th '06: Miscommunication [F, Ambrose, Sabin]
September 10th '06: Men are Strange Creatures [F, Sayuri, Newt]
September 15th '06: Sacrificial Pain in the Arse [F, Gaius]
September 20th '06: Something Less Hoofy [F, Sabin]
September 23rd '06: Brief Interval [F, Alec, Amaya]
October 3rd '06: Stewart and Gurty Sitting in a Tree [F, Stewart]
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 9:30 am
Fidatof Bochinsky (c) Reivan
Other Characters (c) Respective Players
Official Art (c) Reivan
Other Art (c) Respective Artists
Banners (c) Reivan avec brushes from Misprintedtype.com
Island of Doctor Moreau Breedable (c) Chibi Hige + GMs
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 9:31 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 9:33 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 9:34 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 9:37 am
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