Ivan Braginski // Russia

[Ivan Braginski]

You want to tell me what this is all about?

Name:

Ivan Braginski

Street Name:

Uncle, Papa V, Boss, Bossman

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left

Age:

45 years old

Bitch or Homie:

Homie

Cause I've been blastin' and laughin so long that

Even my ma'ma thinks that my mind is gone[/font][/size][/b]

Where you from?:

Moscow, Russia

Whatchoo do?:

'Owns' several establishments, including a restruant (The Empress's Bedchamber) and a bookstore (A Drop of Knowledge), all being covers for his family's business. Is the boss of the Zhuravli Bratva.

Who you be reppin?:

Zhuravli Bratva

But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me, be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of

How you do:

-- Caring -- He likes to mother those under his care from time to time -- and is often concerned for other's well being... well, as long as you don't call him fat.

-- Observant -- Ivan is a listener, not a talker for the most part, and while everyone else goes about their lives and conversations he'll sit back and mentally take note of everything that happens.

-- Well meaning -- Ivan isn't always the brightest bulb on the tanning bed, and he's not always the most honest person in the world. However, he has his heart in the right place, and since he'll put his heart and trust fully into something or someone's hands. Sometimes it just..crashes and burns.

-- Sweet natured -- He may be an asshole sometimes, but Ivan is all around a sweet natured, nice man, or atleast makes an effort to be.

-- Gruff with his emotions -- Ivan isn't exactly the most mentally healthy man in the world, and he often has trouble grappling with advanced emotions, especially when trying to socialize -- he can be suave or he can e a stuttering mess.

-- Reserved -- He's the kid that sits in the corner and watches the world crash and burn/let people make fools of themselves.

-- Doesn't like talking about himself -- This is mostly from issues with himself -- he constantly finds reasons why he struggles to make friends, etc, because he doesn't... get that he's be scary. He's just sick of being alone and Ivan blames himself for it, secertly.

-- Shy -- Once again, he has issues socializing, and lets his nerves get to him often.

-- Has social anxiety -- It should be pretty self explainitory by now -- Ivan finds it hard to communicate easily with others aside from his sisters, and although it varies, if he's not in full control he's not comfortable.

-- Obsessive -- Ivan thinks about things too much, for too long, in just a TOO much detail -- it's wonderful for his art and for his imagination, but it's horrible when say, that fixation is aimed at a person.

-- Greedy -- With a nasty tendency to over consume and hoard things, Ivan is a bit of a ...hog. He likes to stock up on food (and clothing, and money, and wood), and is stingy when giving it out, even when it's just a cup of sugar.

-- Gluttonous -- He over eats to compensate for emotional and mental emptiness/issues, though it varies, but one could say it does effect him in his day to day life -- Ivan becomes grumpy without his treats.

-- Cruel -- Ivan doesn't always intend to be cruel, but he can be, especially since he has a very childish and unrealistic concept of other's pain and discomfort. Coupled with a trouble with empathy and a short temper, this could produce some bad results.

-- Childish tendencies -- Once again, Ivan is a manchild. He sees the world in a very black and white way, and catagorizes things as such. This comes from well, never really having much of a childhood himself, and he's never been able to full make the shift into an adult mindset because of this.

-- Knowledgeable -- What can he say, he's a fan of many books, and of many hobbies -- Ivan could even be said to be a Renaissance man.

-- Manipulative -- Think of him as a simpleton all you want, but Ivan can and will get thinks down in an underhanded way, and he will use people in and abuse situations in order to get what he wants/needs.

-- Seemingly happy disposition -- Ivan likes to smile and pretend that nothing is wrong (if something is wrong) because hey, maybe then things'll start looking up. Plus, why would he want to drag everyone down with a foul mood? It's better to smile~ (even if that just creeps people out more).

-- A bit close minded -- Hey, Ivan likes his old beliefs and ways of doing things, and that's all there is to it -- he's stuck in his ways, and deslikes change and most new ideas, so even if he tries to do something new he'll often fall right back into his old ways.


You better watch how you talkin, and where you walkin

Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk

Your thing:

[/li][li] Sweets/bonbons
[/li][li] Vodka/alcohol
[/li][li] Kittens
[/li][li] Children
[/li][li] Reading
[/li][li] Old Soviet films
[/li][li] His family
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I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc'-

As they grew I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool

Not your thing:

[/li][li] Poles
[/li][li] Pompous brats/New Russians
[/li][li] Having to use his inhaler
[/li][li] Getting old
[/li][li] Wasting food
[/li][li] Peppers
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I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like

What you been through:

Born to a pair of druggies in a decrepit part of Moscow slums, Ivan was born the only boy in the family of five. And let's just say, Ivan didn't have it easy. His father and mother were hardly home, and, as the only boy in the family, his sisters looked to him to provide. So he did -- mostly by stealing food from neighbors, or begging, or lying and asking for 'a loaf of bread here, a can of soup here', or, if they were really lucky, their parents stock piling up on soup and what not instead of running off to blow it, and hoarding the food. It was hard, yes, but they got by.

However, as Ivan got older, his tricks were getting harder to use, and he resorted more and more to stealing, not only for food, but for clothing and basic necessities for his sisters and himself. And, despite a few beatings and the subsequent running away empty handed, they got away with it for years, until Ivan's older sister got a job. And that was a bit of a relief for the little family -- they managed to live without stealing much anymore, and it was only by dumb luck that Ivan was caught breaking into a liquor store at the age of sixteen.

And that's when things went down hill. Ivan ended up in jail, and all but rotted in there for three years until he got got out on a lucky, lucky break. But in there was when he met one of his closest friends, who was in a gang called Zhuravli Bratva, and got his first tattoo, even. It was after that that he joined into the criminal underworld, though then as just a lowly mook.

However, as he slowly but surely climbed the latter and made a name for himself, attention was steered his way. The next time he went to jail at 22, it was for assault. However, in jail, Ivan just got meaner, tougher, and climbed even higher in his brotherhood. By the time he got out, he was littered with tattoos, each one secretly telling the word of all his wrongs and unpunished crimes.

Yet, even then, there was a silver lining. He was semi-powerful now, at the age of 31, and despite his long sentence, he fit right back into the world after a few months. Soon, he traveled around Europe with his boss, paid for his sisters to do... well really anything they'd like. They were fed, clothed, and even had the chance at an education now. And Ivan? Ivan was simply wondering, learning, and despite his poor grades as a child in school he self-taught often, and read any book he could get his hands on. It was little after a year that he got out of prison, on his 32nd birthday, that he found Gilbert (and Lud, man, idek if she's talked to you about this or not sooo yeah).

Granted, he just though these boys were just homeless kids looking for a meal or an easy pickpocket. However, something about them struck a chord with him, and so he took them back to his semi-permanent residence and feed, clothed them, bathed them, etc. Then, Ivan set off to look for the relatives, whatever, someplace that could care for them, but found none, and instead, decided to take them with him. After all, he was lonely, and even if he wasn't exactly parenting model of the year, he did a damn good job with the boys.

So, a half a year later, they were in Polaris, and Ivan was still climbing the latter of success in the Bratva. Fast forward a decade, and Gilbert was now his lover after a ....series of events, and Ivan is now snugly at the top of the Bratva, and life is good.

On my knees in the night

Other shit:

- Has a tom named Vasili, who is his little child.
- Also owns two Borzoi, which he breeds. Their names are Tanya and Boris.


- Has various tattoos and what not from his time in prison.
- Trying to be healthier, but fails due to his poor cooking and his love of greasy food and booze.
- Has asthma, and carries an inhaler around with him at all times.

Sayin prayers in the street light

Show us what you got:

Gilbert, meanwhile, was having a gay old time. Not only had his shop, although new, been a relative success, but business was booming today, of all days. Even if it was the old witches coming in to get dolled up before the season's annual stripping naked and dancing around huge fires in town square. Usually, that was a pleasant site, especially when the younger girls came around, but oh god, how the older ones talked about it ... You'd think it really was a beauty contest, and they still, somehow, had a chance at winning.

Poor, disillusioned things -- atleast when they left, their hair was looking better then ever before as they left his shop, and after that Gilbert had costumers of every shape and size come in. Most, if not all he knew or knew by face, and welcomed them warmly he did, assigning them a dresser and a chair and getting to work himself. It was only after five more costumers -- one even being a rather shaggy looking warlock with a beard with all sorts of...distasteful things hidden in it, yes, that was a /dream/ to clean out -- that Gilbert closed the shop at the end of the day.

He and his staff started cleaning up, and eventually, he sent them off to their home -- and made it known that he'd be taking tomorrow off so he could finally relax. Oh, and, you know, check up on things at his house/Inn. Remind the man when that was a good idea, to own two businesses, and being the /only/ boss? Yeah, right, he could do anything. Anything but sleep that was. Anywho, despite Gilbert's bitching, he still stayed after work and looked over that day's income when ---

Oh great a hob--- I mean, 'new guy'. Yeah, one could always tell which creatures were the unlucky stragglers that wound up in Mythos with little idea of what happened. Or where they were, or sometimes WHO they were, depending on the situation. So, if one was to be unlucky enough to find one, or have one, out of desperation or bad manners, barge through their door... well it was more or less their duty to help them.

Plus, you know, this guy looked pretty miserable, even for the usual fair. So Gilbert quickly crossed the room and turned the man over, pat patting at his cheeks lightly. "Hey, hey now, you still awake there? Or must I take you to the hospital? You lost, pup?" he asked, leaning down and listening to his heart. Yup, still kicking -- oh but he smelled to high heavens -- even if he had an over all pleasant body order for someone fresh from the mud monkey's world. "... Need a bath?" he muttered.

Been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise