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 Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 11:02 am
Questor Information Username: Reivan Mule SN's: Fidatof Bochinsky IoDM Newbie? (Y/N): Yep Serum: 55 [Anthropomorphic Invertebrate] - Flea CODE for your quest banner(s):[url=http://tinyurl.com/zzwn7][img]http://tinyurl.com/og9hg[/img][/url] UPDATE: F will be coming to the Island once I've finished my exams! 8D I'll be doing his art~
So, quest is completed! <3 Contents
| Intro | Vitals | Background | Personality | Other Crap | Animal: Vampire Bat | Animal: Flea | Roleplay |
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 11:06 am
Vitals~ Real name: Fidatof Bochinsky.
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Likes: His guitar, travelling, outdated music (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 nose that's been broken.
He is a little below average height and very slim, although not overly scrawny- he retains a decent amount of musculature. The body of someone who's active but doesn't eat a whole lot.
 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. F was hit by some shrapnel, and left with a nice little scar below his left eye, which now appears slightly paler, with a clouded pupil. He is pretty much 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.
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 11:13 am
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 they were living it how it should be lived.
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 perfectly 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. Grigor himself was living on bread and ketchup and working full-time while he saved up for his Law degree.
But, it wasn't long before things simply became too tough for F. Having to attend school full-time, holding a part-time job on the side, keeping up with his homework, subduing desparate urges to play his guitar, and being kicked out of the flat whenever Grigor wanted some alone time with his girlfriend was all taking it's toll. He ended up skipping class 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 old school friends. This is when he started going by the handle, F. They called themselves the Trampled Pandas (because 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. Basically, he had been spotted out after the curfew that was introduced after the revolution, and for this reason, ruthlessly shot down.
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.
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. If this guy's picture was ever in the paper, the caption would read "8 foot-tall ape-man escapes local zoo". Frankly, Dr.Moreau's serums would have 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.
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.
Currently he makes a modest living as a street performer. In the evenings he'll do some fire dancing, spinning and juggling. (All of which he learnt in Glastonbury. As you do~) Other times he'll simply play his guitar for hand outs. During the summer he'll occationally do the odd Supermarket-bought ice cream run in his van for a small profit.
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 11:18 am
Personality~
At a glance:
Extremely laid back (sometimes to the point of carelessness), freedom-loving, independant, youthful, good-humored and reasonably intelligent. F also loves to entertain and isn't bashful about much at all. Can be flaky, unmotivated, fickle and wholey unreliable. He doesn'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.
General:
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.
He made a makeshift bow and some arrows once and tried his hand at archery. After a few redesigns and a quick trip to the public library to perfect the technique (reading books. not shooting people.) he eventually caught himself some supper in the form of a wood pigeon.
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.
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 11:20 am
Other crap~
*The story of his boots~
Well, he got them from a shoe shop, as you'd expect. But see, people usually leave their shoes unattended while trying on new pairs. Now F spotted these boots, worn and faded as they were, and he thought they were the most beautiful pair of shoes he'd ever seen. He reasoned that they weren't fit for their owner, a waddling Texan with an oversized wallet. Real cowboys weren't men like him, nor were they the knights of the West, they were uncivil drifters who rode with the winds. Those boots weren't made for walking, they were made for travelling. They were made for F's feet.
So F slipped those boots on and walked out (No security tags~ huzzah), leaving his own worn trainers behind. What do these people need more than one pair of shoes for anyway, eh?
It turned out those boots were worth quite a bit more than F knew. Although they didn't look too fancy anymore, they had been hand-crafted out of fine, exotic leathers, and would last him a life-time. That is, unless his feet mysteriously.. changed.. shape. >>
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 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 a lot of 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
The Zombies
~He's also partial to certain songs by:
Radiohead
REM
The Chilli Peppers
Classic 'oldies'
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
How does your Character get to/why was your character chosen for the Island?
Moreau reckoned a pretty-much-homeless street performer wouldn't be missed by many(/any), but might make a nice addition to his collection?
After some intelligence gathering, Moreau concocted a simple little plan.
It went a bit like this:
Feral Labs official: "Fidatof Bochinsky?"
F: "... Er, if it's about the van-"
Feral Labs official: "-We have your mother in our custody.. We thought you might like to see her before she is deported."
F: "Wh- ...Yeah. Okay. Where is she?"
Feral Labs official: "Please come with us, Sir."
F: *whisked off to Le Island*
Wasn't that easy~
What he brought to the island:
- The clothes on his back
+ Crap that happened to be in his many pockets:
- Old 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: Mon Apr 17, 2006 11:21 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 11:23 am
Le animals~ 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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Why a Flea?
The main reason for 'Why a vampire bat' also applies here, handily enough~
-The blood thing. I just think it'd be really interesting. =D
Especially with the lack of independence through relying on blood supplies from labs. Which obviously comes with opportunities for being ******** by the docs~
Blood sucking mouth parts would be.. creepy, to say the least.
-Uber jumping! F could really have fun with that, given his love for free running~ Maybe being a flea ain't so bad? Uhuh. Dream on, Mister..
-Exoskeleton: Loss of bones and skin, and the formation of an exoskeleton may lead to some crazy transformations. o__o
Also to note, an insect's extrordinary strength stems partly from it's exoskeleton. This allows a larger surface area for muscle attatchment and geometry of musculature that is optimised for leverage. So, F will become... crunchy. =D
-Bug senses: An interesting experiment for Moreau maybe? Flea senses are vastly different from human senses.
Some notes..
Sight: Shitty~ Fleas only have simple eyes, rather than compound like most bugs. Good at picking up light + dark, but not detail. Perhaps slightly colorblind.
Hearing: No ears, but they 'hear' by picking up vibrations over their bodies. Voices will likely sound odd and muffled. Perhaps he could learn to live with that?
Smell: Antenna and mouthparts have smell receptors, quite good ones actually. Odors like ammonia, chlorine, acids trigger cleaning behavior.
Taste: Taste receptors found on mouthparts, antenna, feet and genitalia. o.o
Touch: Exoskeleton = not the most sensitive skin. xD There are plenty of little hairs, spines and stuff that detect touch however.
Other: Antenna also pick up information about air currents and carbon dioxide levels. Attracted towards high CO2 levels, ie, living animals.
-Insect physiology: Bug circulatory and respiratory systems are crazy. They breathe through holes in their sides, for Christ's sake~ o.o
This doesn't mean he'd drown if he had a bath, however. domokun
-Extra arms: Fire dancing, with four arms? 8D 'nuff said.
-And lastly, I bet you're thinking, "wtf happens with his man-bits?", right? No..?: Well. At 100% they're no longer between his legs, OR at all normal. See the concept doodle below.. His p***s = some crazy contraption at the end of his new abdomen. Won't that be fun for him~ x3
100% concept.. 83
 
Not sure whether I should let him keep his dreads or not~ >3
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 1:26 pm
Pre-Island Roleplay with F~ Quote: Prompt It's a beautiful day outside. The shining sea, the rolling dunes, and the tropical forest are a sight to behold.
It's terribly unfortunate you didn't have a choice in coming.
Very recently you were told (albeit not nicely) that you're fated to become an animal. The bringer of bad news has left you alone in the village. How do you take the news? What will you do now? Who told you the island's secret?
(Although this, in fact, had little to do with the man of God, and everything to do with an open manhole, and the ensuing adventure to the ER with a broken ankle. )
"Sodding priests." F snorted after the man had run off again. "All just a bunch'er pissheads really."
Despite F's initial sentiments however, it was surprisingly difficult to dispute the claim that the inhabitants of the island F had found himself on were slowly being transformed into animals. Most likely because the priest that the maniacal screams had belonged to also happened to own a life-like pair of goat's legs and horns. The scene that F had witnessed when he first arrived (a bird-woman and man with tentacles having a heated debate about.. fish.) also seemed to make a little more sense now.
It had long since become apparent to F that he was not here for the reason that had originally been given to him, since this island was definitely nowhere near London, and his mother was definitely not patiently waiting here to be deported back to Romania.
Now seemingly alone in the village, F spent only a few moments thinking about these things before he simply shrugged his shoulders and began whistling some merry tune as he continued on his way down to the beach. If it was his time to transform into some hideous beast, then it was his time, and there probably wasn't a lot he could do about it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 1:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 3:09 pm
First post! >3
Ohmygod, Rei! Fi's amazing! He will SO be like, the Johnny Depp of the island. xd The concept art you have for him is fabulous! Eee, bats make me so happy. :}
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 8:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 3:42 am
Aha, glad you guys approve~! <33
*itching to RP le Fi* x:
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 2:58 pm
Added some stuff to le Vitals post~ domokun
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 7:43 am
It's almost impossible to tattoo the bottom of your foot, especially the ball, caus the skin is much too thick. Same reason you barely ever see tattooed palms.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 11:24 am
Hmm~ Yer right. You can do it, but it'll likely wear away very quickly, and can't be very detailed.
Might put it on the side of his foot instead.. It'll still be worn from shoes, but he tends to go barefoot a lot. =D
I hear it's also hard to find people to tattoo feet, but I don't think that'd be a problem in Fi's area~ x)
And it's.. rather painful. x:
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