Country/Province/State/City: Republic of Belarus
Human First and Last Name: Nikolai Arlovskaya
Appearance: (This can either be a picture, description or both.)
Nikolai Arlovskaya is a thin man of moderate height. His body is not one built by hours in a gym but rather by days working in the fields with his hands. Despite his slender body he is very much a man, a rather pretty man but still a man. He has pale blonde hair that is on a shaggy side and blue eyes the same color of very cold ocean water. A long coat hangs to about his knees and has puffy black wolf fur around the neck and wrists. He has a cowlick that always sticks up no matter how much hairspray he uses.
Anything Else?
Nik is as cold as the climate he hails from. He has learned not to let his soft side show to outsiders for years of having his emotions ripped to shreds. Some say the way he was raised left him a bit cracked in the head but he will assure you he is a perfectly normal guy with an interestingly large dagger collection. He is stubborn in his ways but has an affection for some new western entertainment and technology. Like his siblings he is loyal to a fault for his loved ones and is a bit on the overly protective side. What's wrong with a guy being protective for his family, right?
His outlook on life can be a bit dark or morbid.
Role-Play Sample:
Nikolai lingers in front of the mirror, knowing he should be off right now to go to the wedding. His reflection looks back at him with cold blue eyes. He looks nice in a suit fitted specially for this evening, his fingers gliding over the dark fabric as if unsure if this is real or not. After years spent scraping along in the Soviet union he did not often get such expensive clothing but now as an independent country he can afford to spend a little on himself. It had been strange adjusting to this new life; living without his brother always with him. The blond blinkss and checks one last time to make sure he has his room card then steps out to the hallway.
Sunlight peeks down the window near the end of the hallway and streams a pattern of gold on the expensive carpet. He has not spent much time in fancy hotels such as this, the plane ride here was his first in a long time. He had thought Minsk was progressing fast into the future but coming to England he is beginning to wonder if they are just trying to keep up with larger nations like this. The elevator shudders to a halt then opens with a ding that brings the smells of the restaurant in the lobby serving breakfast to a rowdy crowd. Gleaming black shoes shine as evidence of hours of polishing Belarus spent the night before getting his outfit ready.
He is tempted to sink into the crowd at the bar and order a vodka but the people at the wedding might take offense to him showing up drunk. That was certainly something his country did not need. Most citizens of England could not tell you where Belarus is located on a map but they can show you America, Australia, even Japan. Some places even consider him to be a Soviet, still. He shakes his head from side to side as he walks through the lobby and into the shiny revolving doors then past them and into the brisk air outside.
