Post by Petar Chekelov on Dec 16, 2012 19:19:10 GMT -5
About my character:
Full Name:
Petar Geórgiev Chekelov, otherwise known as Pete. He figured out rather quickly that Americans have trouble with his name and eliminated the confusion. He hates it.
Age:
17, born on June 21st.
Gender:
Male.
Grade:
Senior.
Sports/Clubs:
None.
Appearance:
All-in-all, Pete's an attractive guy. There's absolutely nothing he's ashamed about in the looks department. His insecurities lie beyond that.
He's got light, almost fluffy brown hair and expressive brown eyes to match it. A strong jawline, large nose, and full lips help him maintain some form of masculinity - however, those that know he's an actor generally demasculinize him automatically. The only boyish feature about him are his long, thin fingers, and big feet.
He's got thick hair he poufs into place daily and dark brown eyes to match it. A strong jawline, large nose, and full lips allow him to maintain some form of masculinity when his friends find out he's an actor.
Thick, ugly scars run up and down the length of his forearms.
Note: He's also allowing his foster sisters to dress him fashionably, something he's uncomfortable with. One of them wants to be a designer so she puts his outfits together and he acts as her guinea pig. He figured that gay people dress nicely - he's starting to try to follow the gay stereotype as subtly as he can.
Personality:
Petar is generally friendly, even to strangers; however, he isn't the type to approach someone and start a conversation. When approached he'll be as helpful or as accommodating as possible and polite as can be. Because of his politeness it can be difficult for people to know exactly what he thinks of them and what's really on his mind. This can be particularly frustrating for people who come from places where everyone's more direct and are used to saying what's on their mind. Pete sometimes considers them as being impolite and arrogant for doing so, especially if they don't know him very well. Though in keeping with his nature, he won't tell them that to their face. However, this is all mental; in person, he acts nonchalant and prejudices people internally.
Among strangers and acquaintances, kindness is valued higher than honesty and a laugh is valued even higher than that. He's spent such a long time living in his own torturous hell that he couldn't imagine wishing, or releasing, any type of harm on anyone else; therefore, he tends to become a goof when he gets to know a person even moderately well. Laughter is something to value in his mind, mainly because he feels like there hasn't been enough of it in his life.
Background:
Around the beginning of Fall when he was 13, Petar was buzzing in excitement.
A boyfriend.
His very first relationship.
Though his mom had a history of drug abuse, she'd always been a decent mother. She and her husband had their spats when she was high, but sober, she was a lovely woman.
When she had her fix, she was nothing less than a monster.
The authorities were recently notified about her drug abuse at the time and kept a close eye on her and her family.
Pete told his mom everything, whether it be how his day went or how naturally the five-lined monologue he performed in his acting class came to him. The only thing he'd ever kept from her was the fact that he was in a relationship; however, not with a girl, and he knew she wouldn't be happy. He remembered walking into the living room to his mother, the area around her untidy and she in herself looking unkempt. An arm held her head up and behind the oily sheet of hair in her face, her lips were moving quietly. She was coming off of her high.
His words were hesitant and soft. He was used to waiting for her high to subside before approaching her and even then it was smart to be sensitive.
"Mom, I need to talk to you."
The arm that held her head dropped and immediately the quiet babbling stopped. Ugly purple bags hung like sandbags under her eyes. A dreamy, sad smile spread across her face and she stood, taking her son in her arms, tripping over herself as she did so. "What is it, son?"
The smell of her skin was dark as if she hadn't washed for days, and the matted, greasy hair that over her face stuck to her dented forehead like glue. His nose crinkled. Instinct was to pull away, but he tensed instead, going stiff in her embrace.
"Mom," Petar started, swallowing his fear, "You tell me to tell you about girls I like a lot, but I don't.. think I like girls."
Silently, the woman withdrew from the hug and set a tender, clammy hand on her son's cheek; and as he started into her eyes, he could see she was looking without seeing. It wasn't until then had he realized how hollow she'd become. Her words were far away as she spoke.
"What do you mean, sweetie?"
The pit of his stomach knotted.
"Well, there's this guy..."
_____________________________________________________________________
Later, his mother burst into the room and beat him horribly. When she was finished, she left him with ground soap between his teeth, a severe burn on his forearm, three fractured ribs, a concussion, a broken collarbone, and three fractured ribs. He'd been locked in the basement and had been drifting in and out of consciousness when he could hear his mother arguing with someone upstairs. The police were at their front door and he was saved after two days without food or water, having contemplated suicide multiple times and virtually ripping his arms apart with a razorblade. After the incident with his mom he was placed in foster care, became horribly depressed (and dealt with self-harm), and found God, which was an enormous part of who he was until he was sixteen; however, he'd repressed the fact that he's gay up until that point until he came to the conclusion he was going to hell for the very same reason. The idea of devoting his life to someone who he wasn't even sure existed suddenly became a scary, ridiculous idea. His Bible-thumping stage is currently ending, and though he identified as straight at his school in Belgium and to his family, he made a pact with himself that while he attend Somerset, he'd explore his year of freedom thoroughly -- perhaps even consider delving into a relationship with another male if he feels strong enough.
*Secondary school in Belgium is America's high school. There are three stages of secondary school: first cycle (years 1 and 2), second cycle (years 3 and 4), and third cycle (year 5 and 6). At the point Pete met his boyfriend, he was in the second year of his first cycle, having started the cycle at age 12.
At Somerset, he'd be considered a second cycle student.
Habbits/Oddities/Other:
About me:
What should we call you?
Holly. c:
How old are you?
Seventeen.
How long have you been role playing/writing?
A long time - years, but I can't remember how many.
How did you find us?
Fox.
Are you planning on bringing anymore characters?
Definitely!
What time zone are you in?
Californian. xD
How often will you be able to come on?
Always. :3
Is there any other way we can contact you?
Texting/Skype.
Full Name:
Petar Geórgiev Chekelov, otherwise known as Pete. He figured out rather quickly that Americans have trouble with his name and eliminated the confusion. He hates it.
Age:
17, born on June 21st.
Gender:
Male.
Grade:
Senior.
Sports/Clubs:
None.
Appearance:
All-in-all, Pete's an attractive guy. There's absolutely nothing he's ashamed about in the looks department. His insecurities lie beyond that.
He's got light, almost fluffy brown hair and expressive brown eyes to match it. A strong jawline, large nose, and full lips help him maintain some form of masculinity - however, those that know he's an actor generally demasculinize him automatically. The only boyish feature about him are his long, thin fingers, and big feet.
He's got thick hair he poufs into place daily and dark brown eyes to match it. A strong jawline, large nose, and full lips allow him to maintain some form of masculinity when his friends find out he's an actor.
Thick, ugly scars run up and down the length of his forearms.
Note: He's also allowing his foster sisters to dress him fashionably, something he's uncomfortable with. One of them wants to be a designer so she puts his outfits together and he acts as her guinea pig. He figured that gay people dress nicely - he's starting to try to follow the gay stereotype as subtly as he can.
Personality:
Petar is generally friendly, even to strangers; however, he isn't the type to approach someone and start a conversation. When approached he'll be as helpful or as accommodating as possible and polite as can be. Because of his politeness it can be difficult for people to know exactly what he thinks of them and what's really on his mind. This can be particularly frustrating for people who come from places where everyone's more direct and are used to saying what's on their mind. Pete sometimes considers them as being impolite and arrogant for doing so, especially if they don't know him very well. Though in keeping with his nature, he won't tell them that to their face. However, this is all mental; in person, he acts nonchalant and prejudices people internally.
Among strangers and acquaintances, kindness is valued higher than honesty and a laugh is valued even higher than that. He's spent such a long time living in his own torturous hell that he couldn't imagine wishing, or releasing, any type of harm on anyone else; therefore, he tends to become a goof when he gets to know a person even moderately well. Laughter is something to value in his mind, mainly because he feels like there hasn't been enough of it in his life.
Background:
Around the beginning of Fall when he was 13, Petar was buzzing in excitement.
A boyfriend.
His very first relationship.
Though his mom had a history of drug abuse, she'd always been a decent mother. She and her husband had their spats when she was high, but sober, she was a lovely woman.
When she had her fix, she was nothing less than a monster.
The authorities were recently notified about her drug abuse at the time and kept a close eye on her and her family.
Pete told his mom everything, whether it be how his day went or how naturally the five-lined monologue he performed in his acting class came to him. The only thing he'd ever kept from her was the fact that he was in a relationship; however, not with a girl, and he knew she wouldn't be happy. He remembered walking into the living room to his mother, the area around her untidy and she in herself looking unkempt. An arm held her head up and behind the oily sheet of hair in her face, her lips were moving quietly. She was coming off of her high.
His words were hesitant and soft. He was used to waiting for her high to subside before approaching her and even then it was smart to be sensitive.
"Mom, I need to talk to you."
The arm that held her head dropped and immediately the quiet babbling stopped. Ugly purple bags hung like sandbags under her eyes. A dreamy, sad smile spread across her face and she stood, taking her son in her arms, tripping over herself as she did so. "What is it, son?"
The smell of her skin was dark as if she hadn't washed for days, and the matted, greasy hair that over her face stuck to her dented forehead like glue. His nose crinkled. Instinct was to pull away, but he tensed instead, going stiff in her embrace.
"Mom," Petar started, swallowing his fear, "You tell me to tell you about girls I like a lot, but I don't.. think I like girls."
Silently, the woman withdrew from the hug and set a tender, clammy hand on her son's cheek; and as he started into her eyes, he could see she was looking without seeing. It wasn't until then had he realized how hollow she'd become. Her words were far away as she spoke.
"What do you mean, sweetie?"
The pit of his stomach knotted.
"Well, there's this guy..."
_____________________________________________________________________
Later, his mother burst into the room and beat him horribly. When she was finished, she left him with ground soap between his teeth, a severe burn on his forearm, three fractured ribs, a concussion, a broken collarbone, and three fractured ribs. He'd been locked in the basement and had been drifting in and out of consciousness when he could hear his mother arguing with someone upstairs. The police were at their front door and he was saved after two days without food or water, having contemplated suicide multiple times and virtually ripping his arms apart with a razorblade. After the incident with his mom he was placed in foster care, became horribly depressed (and dealt with self-harm), and found God, which was an enormous part of who he was until he was sixteen; however, he'd repressed the fact that he's gay up until that point until he came to the conclusion he was going to hell for the very same reason. The idea of devoting his life to someone who he wasn't even sure existed suddenly became a scary, ridiculous idea. His Bible-thumping stage is currently ending, and though he identified as straight at his school in Belgium and to his family, he made a pact with himself that while he attend Somerset, he'd explore his year of freedom thoroughly -- perhaps even consider delving into a relationship with another male if he feels strong enough.
*Secondary school in Belgium is America's high school. There are three stages of secondary school: first cycle (years 1 and 2), second cycle (years 3 and 4), and third cycle (year 5 and 6). At the point Pete met his boyfriend, he was in the second year of his first cycle, having started the cycle at age 12.
At Somerset, he'd be considered a second cycle student.
Habbits/Oddities/Other:
- Hugs are generally only given among good friends and usually only if they haven't seen each other in a long time or are saying goodbye with the expectancy that they won't see each other for a long time. It was the way he was raised. If you aren't close to him and try to hug him, he'll stiffen and awkwardly pat your back
and hope to God you let go of him as soon as possible. - If asked about the scars, he'll probably tell you he and his mom had a bad relationship and leave it to that unless they question it.
- In his first cycle, Pete found a major connection to his drama class. This is not a sidenote (however much like one it might sound), as it's his passion. He considers it as telling his story through someone else's words and he's been involved in productions outside of his school and has been in drama his entire high school cycle.
- He talks to himself in French and has an accent accordingly.
About me:
What should we call you?
Holly. c:
How old are you?
Seventeen.
How long have you been role playing/writing?
A long time - years, but I can't remember how many.
How did you find us?
Fox.
Are you planning on bringing anymore characters?
Definitely!
What time zone are you in?
Californian. xD
How often will you be able to come on?
Always. :3
Is there any other way we can contact you?
Texting/Skype.
