VIKENTI, Antosha Kirill

[ANTOSHA KIRILL VIKENTI]

ANTOSHA KIRILL VIKENTI !



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FULL NAME; Antosha Kirill Vikenti
NICKNAMES; Ant or Annie
AGE; 18 but refused to age past 17
GENDER; Male
JOB; N/A
SEXUALITY; Bisexual
MEMBER GROUP; Vampire
POSITION; Leader
POWERS; N/A
FACE CLAIM; Randy Romance

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LIKES; Black, Pink, Bars, Fast Cars, Motorcycles, anything illegal, music, girls, boys, strangely-animals, books, history, other vampires, art, drama, family, his fangs, the smell of coffee, the sea, simple things, painting, the moon.
DISLIKES; Twilight, THE CULLENS, obesity, ugliness, dirt, fakes, killing without just cause, bright colors, flashing lights, any type of abuse, nasty tasting blood, and large crowds.
POSITIVE TRAITS;
Independent –Antosha isn’t a guy who needs to rely on other people for support. If there’s something he needs he’ll find a way to do it himself or just give up on the project entirely. Even though it’s been a year he’s managed to survive very well on his own without too much trouble from his missing partner in crime. Cooking however is one thing he can not do under any circumstance since this one does not eat what’s the point if you can’t even make ramen?
Creative –When words won’t work Antosha will turn to his art for all his emotional needs. From a young age he showed a talent and passion for drawing, if the large lambs on his toddler bed had any sway. He loves to sit by the window sill and draw the days turning nights and all the people that pass him by. Maybe he isn’t Picasso worthy but his drawings are fairly impressive alone.
Loyalty –is one thing this boy is never low on. He’s always standing up for what few friends he makes and would never dare think to betray that trust. Once your on his good side there is very little he would not do for your, he might ask a few questions but he won’t expect answers however. Antosha is the guy you can trust with all your secrets and not have to worry about him spilling under the threat of death.
Strong –Not only is Antosha physically fit but he also has a strong will and self resolve. He will stand up for what he believes in and whoever he trusts. He’s smart enough to know what’s right and wrong in the world and who deserves to be protected. If you’re someone in trouble you can bet he will be the one to jump in and save the day.
Gentleman

[/b] –Everyone should be this way when it comes to woman. Being a gentleman is by far Antosha’s best quality when it comes to dating. He’s the kind of guy that will open the door for any woman that wants in or pull out a chair for the girl. But he doesn’t keep this courtesy to just woman. He’ll also do it for any cute boy he sees. Yet just like everything it comes with flaws. Antosha was raised by his nanny to cherish woman and children which means he refuses to stand back and let any man raise a hand to a defenseless female or kid.
NEGATIVE TRAITS;
Hot-headed –When push comes to shove Antosha isn’t the clearest thinker in the bunch. He allows his emotions to take charge and take over, sometimes leading him into tricky situations. This isn’t a trait often seen as he isn’t as easily angered as people would like to believe, but if it was him against anything he doesn’t believe in then it’s doubtful Antosha would try to talk his way out of the situation rather then beat the opposing guy down.
Blunt Honesty –You might call him rude, you might even call him arrogant. But the one word that won’t fit him is Liar. Antosha will tell it like it is and won’t bother to sugar coat anything. If there’s something going down that you need to know he’ll tell you, even if it’s not what you wanted to hear. Maybe it might be blunt and just a tad mean, but if your can’t deal with the truth of the matter. Don’t ask.
Lonely –On the outside everything might look perfectly okay, and perfectly put together. Yet it’s not like that on the inside. Ever since he was young he’d always had at least one person to protect, and to love. But ever since he moved to Texas he’s been more alone then ever. Antosha is simply lonely, and tired of being alone. All he wants now is someone to be there, someone to acknowledge him. Someone who already knows the secret.
Vain –Antosha is a guy who wants to look his best, no matter what style he’s going for. Everything about his outfit must make him look good in every aspect. His hair is always either carefully teased or sticking out in well placed spikes. Not that he applies these high standards to everyone else, yet he refuses to be involved with anyone who doesn’t care about their appearance.
Rebellious –Even though he’s honest about everything he loves to make any kind of snarky comment. Teachers disapprove of his ‘vulgar’ speech and back talking ways. So like every teenager Antosha likes doing just about anything that would make him seem like a badass.

GOALS;
To change his sister before she dies
To find Mahlevik.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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HOMETOWN; answer here
PARENTS; William Broody Whitewood, 46-location unknown and Gala Kira Vikenti, 35
SIBLINGS; Rayna Yuri Vikenti, 18.
OTHER FAMILY; Mahlevik- age unknown. Mahlevik is Antosha’s sire and ex-boyfriend.
HISTORY; Gala was a famous model in mother Russia, all sorts of men found themselves crawling after her. There was no man she couldn’t get, and the was no higher place she would want to be. She held no qualms about who she laid or how it would effect her later on. But she kept a secret from the world, she was a powerful witch and used her powers to create love potions and spells to keep herself as gorgeous as possible. William was a poor artist who had huge talent and no one to see. He was a handsome man yet woman always seemed to look the other way under the gaze of his stone colored eyes. Invisible waves rolled off him, putting everyone away from him. He was a social nightmare, yet no one knew that he was a powerful warlock. William knew that witches called him an oath breaker, but he didn’t care. Life was too good to keep to the rules.

They met on a night very much like the one their future children would be born on. William had sneaked into a photo shoot to draw the models as the walked past his hiding place. Nearly an hour had passed before Gala floated by on the arm of a young man. She laughed loudly, her face close to falling off from the smile stretching it in two. William stuck out his arm and pulled her into an embrace which lead into a night full of passion but no love.

Gala never saw him again, and according to her she couldn’t be happier since that night would be the downfall of her modeling. It was the day after her career ended, on March 24, that her children were born into the world. Even then they couldn’t be more different. Rayna had come out a screaming red baby where Antosha was so quiet the doctors thought him dead. After their births their mother had went back to her fabulous life of fame, money, and sex. Antosha learned quickly that the nanny would be as close to a mother that he would ever get. But that hadn’t made him cruel or bitter as most the kids his age seemed to be. He was more worried about protecting his sister from all dangers; be it from a scary thunder storm or a big bad dog down the road.

As he reached middle school Ant had already made a reputation of punching anyone that went after his sister or made fun of their black on black clothing. No one seemed to want to be around him except the “wrong crowd” that would get him into no end of trouble. Life was good through their middle school years but no one had bothered to be their friends so as a result Antosha and Rayna were very close siblings, joined at the hip. But it was on the first day of high school that he met the guy who would not only steal his heart, but also his mortality.

The guys was straight out of any girls fantasy. He was tall, mysterious, smoking hot, all topped off with a killer personality. Not to mention he was tre-flamingly gay. He was the kind of guy girls wanted to jump and guy wanted to be. Mahlevik had the whole package, and was thankfully still on the market by the time Antosha arrived that day. From minute one it was teenage love all the way, hormone induced obsession, and a half returned lust. He knew the new boy in his life wasn’t entirely truthful the whole time they would talk, just like he was scared to be around him.

It wasn’t long in their relationship before Antosha stood a good foot taller then him, and could tower the little man easily. Yet Mahlevik continued to be stronger then even him. The night of their year long anniversary that he found out his older boyfriends little, or not so little, secret. They had a moonlit picnic in the graveyard, a tradition Goths dream date. Everything was absolutely perfect, until everything went wrong. Mahlevik offered immortality to Antosha, who when thinking that forever was joke, agreed. The rest of the night was a blur, all he could remember was pain. His boyfriend. Blood. But most of all, pain,

The next memory he had was the burning in his throat and something so soft and tasty being trust into his arms. His first snack as a newly turned. Antosha fed greedily, holding the empty body of his childhood nanny in utter distain. Even though he couldn’t stand what he was, words left his lips without thinking. “More.”

He and Mahlevik spent the next year as happy as newlyweds, with his partner in crime showing him the ropes and rules of the vampires. Not thought was spared to the sister he had left behind in Moscow or to the family he loved so dearly before. Antosha killed four more people before life caught up with him; Mr.Berns his English teacher, Kira from the cheerleading team, and two others whose names he couldn’t remember. But they did something wrong, at some point in his life at least.

It was on a clear night that Antosha walked down to their hideaway, calling out to his sire happily. The doors were closed and unlocked as always, after all if one didn’t sleep what was the point of security? He walked in unaware that anything was wrong. A pile of ashes lay by the open window, as he got closer a smell of burnt flesh filled his nose. Antosha ran out of the building quickly, thinking it was a huge joke that was being played.

It took him a few months to realize Mahlevik wasn’t coming back, or at least not to this town. Eventually he figured it was time to leave the hideaway in the big city to head for somewhere far away and much smaller. He wasn't to sure on the where but America seemed like a great spot to start, since already humans were beginning to notice the odd looking boy traveling around alone.

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ALIAS; Cookie
GENDER; Female
TIME ZONE; Central
CONTACT; [e-mail]
EXPERIENCE; Two years
RPING SAMPLE;

Antosha grinned, lips peeling away from teeth as he stared at the building he would call home for the next three years. “If only they knew what to expect, right Mahlyenki Dyavol?” the girl who he spoke to only replied by blinking, her white eyes staring at the building with a guarded expression. “Let’s go now, shall we? Mustn’t let my idiot room mate wait a moment longer.” His voice was snide, barely cracking her frigid skin. He sighed, wrapping an arm over her shoulder to walk up the stone stairs.

Annie heard the voices, felt the stares as he walked by. An angel of death in his black hoodie and tight pants, but none of that fazed him. A week had passed since they arrived, side by side and through the forest they had come. “Well Mahlyenki Dyavol, what will our poor room mate think when he sees your gorgeous face?” he didn’t pause at the door in his way, walking into the room as if he owned the place. A huge four poster bed, draped in black shadows stood in the corner of the magnificent room. Even if it wasn’t literally shadows he did his best to make the bed seem more threatening then most people would. A home just wasn’t home unless it says something about the person and this room screamed run away.

The room was huge, far bigger then it seemed on the outside. But after all, this was a magic school. No one would blink an eye if they saw the bed, especially if they saw it was his. His little sister sat like a dainty gothic on the edge of the ‘spare’ bed that would belong to his room mate while he sneered again. “Let us scare him, shall we Mahlyenki Dyavol?” a ripping sound filled the room as he turned on the spot.

Fur sprouted from his spine, covering his whole body in a black coat. Bone cracking pain erupted from every joint, as he spit out his teeth to make way for the sharper, deadlier teeth. With a hiss he landed on all fours, a black panther took his place among the soft carpet. It’s stone gray eyes twinkled in mischief as he leapt onto the bed, growling softly to wait for his newest room mate to walk in and scream. Any normal person would scream at a deadly panther in their room. Yet his sister would be enough of a shock with her pure white eyes burning into his flesh, because even contacts couldn’t hide the death shining in the murky pools.

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