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Welcome to 'Howl At The Moon', my quest thread for the Russian Werewolf! Semyon has been a character of mine for a while, but when the RP involving him died, he was pushed to the back of my character pile and left for a new opportunity. That opportunity is here, I think!

Contents

01 - Questor Information
02 - Funds and Donators
03 - Character Information
04 - Arrival to the Past
05 - Character Pictures/Concept Sketches
06 - Credits

Semyon Tazeev
Pronounciation: Sem-EE-on Tss-az-EE-ve
Age: 28
Nickname: Wolf/Volk, Sem', 'Myon, Semy (only if you want to be throttled)
Birthdate: 15th March 1975
Diseases/Allergies: Allergy to some metals, including gold, nickle and silver. He also requires glasses for short sightedness. Due to having pale skin, he is prone to severe sunburn.
Ethnicity: English/Russian - Born and grew up in Russia, his father's homeland, his mother being English, whom he returned with after the divorce.
Occupation: Administrator for a small company

Physical Description: Semyon was always described as scrawny. Since childhood, he was smaller the the rest of his classes, in both stature and weight, and was often teased because of it. As he grew, he became less scrawny and more just thin. As adolescence passed him by, the young man kept himself trim through cross-country running and healthy eating, gaining the physique of a more healthy looking person, though he always knew he would be small, as his parents and their family had never been large, himself only just gracing 5'8 and weighing no more then 13st.

Semyon's image was of very neutral aspect. His hair is naturally black, immaculately kept, a little long but kept in a contempory 'curtains' style that suits his angular face well, softening his cheekbones and sharp jawline. His eyes, however are a different matter altogether. His eyes are an eerie violet blue, almost purple colour in some lights that draw a lot of attention to his face. He inherited the deep blue purple colour from his grandmother on his father's side, a trait she always loved on him, and as such, treated her grandson better then any of her other grandchildren. His pale skin is also clean and shaved, a pale hue that appears to glow in the wintery months when there is no sun to tan him, even if he doesn't go out much even then. One of Semyon's more flattering features, and the one that got him his nickname of 'Wolf' or 'Volk' in Russian. His smile was oe o usually wolfish delight, revealing strangly sharp canines that amde his smile look predatory in its cheerfulness.

Semyon's dress sense is simple. He likes to wear button down shirts and jeans, with a large, fur-lined trench coat and trilby in addition in the winter. Mostly, the colours are just black, white and grey, with the occassional blue thrown in for good measure.

Personality: Volk, as he prefers to be called, even introducing himself as such, is a bit of a fun loving character, caring to those he considers friend, and blatantly ignorant of those that don't. If someone doesn't like him, Volk's initial reaction is to shrug and ignore them. If they insist on following him and making him detest their very presence, they occassionally find themselves face to face with a rather disgruntled looking man who, though he may not appear to, isn't afraid of the consequences punching another may result in, in fact, when he truely detests you, it is quite difficult to stop him hurting the other.

Volk's almost parallel personalities in this department often get him in trouble, especially when he was younger, when his grandmother would tell him off severely for even considering touching a hair on another's head, unless it was on friendly terms. Generally though, Volk's way of treating people is with the same respect he would expect extended to himself. He loves going out with friends, whether it be out to the clubs for a drink, or to one of their respective flats for drinks and food. Volk enjoys his music immensely, preferring the english rock to that of the russian. His simple looking image always shocks friends when they go to his place and realise that he is actually a bit of a heavy metal rocker. Volk's personality is generally more geared towards a teenager then an almost 30.

Likes: Music, drinking, food in general, relaxing, running, the countryside, people, crowds.

Dislikes: Being bored, being alone, being both of the latter at the same time, vivid colours, his requirement to wear glasses.

History: Semyon was born to a small, introverted family who lived on the outskirts of Moscow, in a small, farmyard house that housed his parents, his grandmother on his father's side (who's house it was) and a few animals; pigs, cows, goats, some chickens, a couple of cats and a dog. The family lived quite happily, with Semyon going to school in the local area. At the age of 14, his parents divorced, and he left Russia with his mother and returned to England with her, where he got his English education, picking up the finese of the english language quikly from his mother and his school friends. His mother and he became even more close, and he occassionally went to see his father and grandmother, still over in Russia.

When he left school, he found a job in a small company cataloguing receipts, invoices and pay slips, working hard for the money he got. He earned enough to do a few night classes at a university, learning how to use computers and then took an administration course. With this new found education, he was quickly employed at the age of 22. Semyon's life after this became very slow. He went out with friends, worked, slept, went out to see his mother. He had moved out of his mother's house, and began to grow apart from her, though they still held a close bond. He hardly wrote to his father anymore, and he lost contact with his Russian relatives eventually.

When the letter came through that his grandmother had died, he had been a little shocked to say the least, and he flew over with his mother soon after the letter had arrived. He had been left a number of her possessions, all of whch were in a sealed box with his name on it. Taking these items, he and his mother flew back to England, back to their lives. The box was places on his kitchen table for later inspection. Little was Semyon to realise that the item enclosed within it would take him to a completely different life...