Post by Dmitri Sarkova on Dec 7, 2017 5:11:39 GMT
Dmitri Sarkova
Will the faithful be rewarded...
Slave
[attr="class","box_title"] Male | [attr="class","box_title"] Fifteen | [attr="class","box_title"] Homosexual | [attr="class","box_title"] Human |
When we come to the end?
[attr="class","about_1"] Basic Appearance
I can see the soul within
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Dmitri is roughly 5'6" tall and a healthy weight of 148. He has dark violet black hair and bright violet eyes. His hair is quite shaggy atop his head, and he spikes it on occasion. As for his clothes, he has some fascination with wearing all white, and it is usually an officer's coat and white dress slacks. He also wears a white and black checkered scarf around his neck at basically all times. He also has a torn up straight jacket on underneath his clothing, and has a collar beneath the scarf that he wears with a broken chain hanging from it, which he usually keeps underneath his clothes so that they do not make any noise.
Dmitri is roughly 5'6" tall and a healthy weight of 148. He has dark violet black hair and bright violet eyes. His hair is quite shaggy atop his head, and he spikes it on occasion. As for his clothes, he has some fascination with wearing all white, and it is usually an officer's coat and white dress slacks. He also wears a white and black checkered scarf around his neck at basically all times. He also has a torn up straight jacket on underneath his clothing, and has a collar beneath the scarf that he wears with a broken chain hanging from it, which he usually keeps underneath his clothes so that they do not make any noise.
[attr="class","about_1"] Personality
Will I miss the final warning...
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Dmitri himself is kind of a crazy little shit. Or at least that was what he had been told his entire life. He has always had a problem with being violent and absolutely insane, laughing inappropriately at all sorts of things that he shouldn't be. Of course he also has serious bouts of regret that lead to extreme depression and self harm. The kid is not schizophrenic, even though everyone says he is, but he does have a form of extreme Bipolar Disorder, as well as touches of Borderline Personality Disorder, and has had more than one psychotic break in his short lifetime. However, in some moments of clarity, he can be calm and quiet, but let's be real here, he mostly exists to fuck with people.
Likes: Freedom, Chocolates, Jazz
Dislikes: Thunder Storms, Fire, Water
Dmitri himself is kind of a crazy little shit. Or at least that was what he had been told his entire life. He has always had a problem with being violent and absolutely insane, laughing inappropriately at all sorts of things that he shouldn't be. Of course he also has serious bouts of regret that lead to extreme depression and self harm. The kid is not schizophrenic, even though everyone says he is, but he does have a form of extreme Bipolar Disorder, as well as touches of Borderline Personality Disorder, and has had more than one psychotic break in his short lifetime. However, in some moments of clarity, he can be calm and quiet, but let's be real here, he mostly exists to fuck with people.
Likes: Freedom, Chocolates, Jazz
Dislikes: Thunder Storms, Fire, Water
[attr="class","about_1"] History
From the lie that I have lived?
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Before -
Dmitri Sarkova was born just a regular kid wit regular parents and a regular life in the deeper parts of St. Petersburg, Russia. The beginning of his life was as normal as it could be for any kid his age. Nothing of any real interest happened to him until he started to hit puberty where he was diagnosed with severe depression and early onset schizophrenia. His parents did little to help his violent outbursts, and when he almost killed a kid in school because they stole his favorite pencil case, he was locked away.
Asylum life did little to ease the poor kid's suffering, instead, he just seemed to become more and more deranged. His violent outbursts became much more frequent, and he would regularly bite staff all the way through the skin, tearing into them. He was eventually moved to a more secure place and put into some sort of solitary confinement. It was there that the voices started to become really loud. Not all of them, but one in particular. In fact, it had always been just the one voice. The voice introduced itself as Furfur, which he couldn't help but chuckle at the ridiculous name, but apparently he was a Fallen Angel.
From there, Dmitri's delusions took on a more religious undertone, claiming that he was actually Furfur, a Grand Earl of Hell, and that he just needed to get out and get home. The longer this illusion went on, the darker the kid became. He was able to smile and charm his way out of solitary, only to find ways to pit people against one another. He was able to make the nurses at the overnight station fall in love with him and fought to the death over his presence and the ability to please him. And eventually, he did make his grand escape.
After -
Dmitri showed up at the house in a near instant. He wasn't entirely sure how he had gotten there, and he wasn't entirely sure why he was still in a straight jacket. The storms that raged outside of the house that night alerted many to his presence, as there was something quite supernatural about them, despite the fact that he was just sitting at the front door screaming in terror and soaking wet. It wasn't long before someone had come out to investigate, and the illusion of the decrepit house fell away, revealing something much more extravagant, when the door was opened. A tallish gentleman came out and just stared at him for awhile before eventually pulling him up and into the house. He couldn't help but feel as if he had met him somewhere before. After being brought inside, his jacket was torn loose, instead of just being undone, and he quickly managed to lose consciousness from exhaustion, among other things.
Three days passed before he woke again, and still, the same man was by his bedside. He couldn't remember a thing, but he knew he was starving to death and utterly dehydrated. As he was being served, he had many of his life's questions answered for him, though he thought perhaps he had really finally lost it. It was explained to him that there was a Fallen Angel, a real one, inside of him. Furfur was apparently real, and not in his head. What had happened was that his parents were unable to have children, and in return for their fertility, the child would eventually belong to the Fallen that had granted it. However, Furfur had left around the time he was to be born and decided to jump into him as he was brought into the world, knowing the type of disaster it would bring. Once the parents had fully abandoned their child, Furfur was able to finally finish claiming him, and decided to return to the house within his new host. Granted, not many people knew of these facts.
Dmitri was stunned and thought for the longest time that he had actually gone off his rocker, as most of his meds had been out of his system for who knew how long, and he was missing quite a lot of time. But the more it happened, the more he began to realize that this was no delusion. That this was real, and that he would most likely be stuck here forever.
Before -
Dmitri Sarkova was born just a regular kid wit regular parents and a regular life in the deeper parts of St. Petersburg, Russia. The beginning of his life was as normal as it could be for any kid his age. Nothing of any real interest happened to him until he started to hit puberty where he was diagnosed with severe depression and early onset schizophrenia. His parents did little to help his violent outbursts, and when he almost killed a kid in school because they stole his favorite pencil case, he was locked away.
Asylum life did little to ease the poor kid's suffering, instead, he just seemed to become more and more deranged. His violent outbursts became much more frequent, and he would regularly bite staff all the way through the skin, tearing into them. He was eventually moved to a more secure place and put into some sort of solitary confinement. It was there that the voices started to become really loud. Not all of them, but one in particular. In fact, it had always been just the one voice. The voice introduced itself as Furfur, which he couldn't help but chuckle at the ridiculous name, but apparently he was a Fallen Angel.
From there, Dmitri's delusions took on a more religious undertone, claiming that he was actually Furfur, a Grand Earl of Hell, and that he just needed to get out and get home. The longer this illusion went on, the darker the kid became. He was able to smile and charm his way out of solitary, only to find ways to pit people against one another. He was able to make the nurses at the overnight station fall in love with him and fought to the death over his presence and the ability to please him. And eventually, he did make his grand escape.
After -
Dmitri showed up at the house in a near instant. He wasn't entirely sure how he had gotten there, and he wasn't entirely sure why he was still in a straight jacket. The storms that raged outside of the house that night alerted many to his presence, as there was something quite supernatural about them, despite the fact that he was just sitting at the front door screaming in terror and soaking wet. It wasn't long before someone had come out to investigate, and the illusion of the decrepit house fell away, revealing something much more extravagant, when the door was opened. A tallish gentleman came out and just stared at him for awhile before eventually pulling him up and into the house. He couldn't help but feel as if he had met him somewhere before. After being brought inside, his jacket was torn loose, instead of just being undone, and he quickly managed to lose consciousness from exhaustion, among other things.
Three days passed before he woke again, and still, the same man was by his bedside. He couldn't remember a thing, but he knew he was starving to death and utterly dehydrated. As he was being served, he had many of his life's questions answered for him, though he thought perhaps he had really finally lost it. It was explained to him that there was a Fallen Angel, a real one, inside of him. Furfur was apparently real, and not in his head. What had happened was that his parents were unable to have children, and in return for their fertility, the child would eventually belong to the Fallen that had granted it. However, Furfur had left around the time he was to be born and decided to jump into him as he was brought into the world, knowing the type of disaster it would bring. Once the parents had fully abandoned their child, Furfur was able to finally finish claiming him, and decided to return to the house within his new host. Granted, not many people knew of these facts.
Dmitri was stunned and thought for the longest time that he had actually gone off his rocker, as most of his meds had been out of his system for who knew how long, and he was missing quite a lot of time. But the more it happened, the more he began to realize that this was no delusion. That this was real, and that he would most likely be stuck here forever.
[attr="class","about_1"] Other Information
I am not worthy of this
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