DEMIDOV, ANATOLY

( NAME YOUR GOD ! )
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ANATOLY MISHA DEMIDOV
takes just a breeze to cause a storm
just a breath to cause a scream
it takes me to cause a tragedy

( I CAN READ YOU LIKE A GUN ! )
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name: Logan
age: 24
gender: Male
contact: msn
time zone: Arizona Bitches!
other characters: Mac Flynn, Judas O’Toole, and Roderick Roth

( I DREAM OF YOU DRAPED IN WIRES ! )
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full name: Anatoly Misha Demidov
name meaning:

Anatoly - sunset
Misha - he who resembles God
Demidov - secrets & treasons

nicknames: Misha
age: Thirty
date of birth: February 1st

blood type: AB-
sexuality: Heterosexual

affiliation: Russian Mob
position/occupation(s): Enforcer

pet(s): --
mode of transportation: 2007 Mitsubishi Outlander
personal wealth: Moderate [covering other’s mistakes costs you a pay raise]

( I LEAVE YOU WITH RESTLESS LIARS ! )
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hair color & style: Brown :: Usually messy in that presentable way
eye color: Brown
skin tone: Milk-n-Honey
height & weight: 5’10 :: 175lbs.
build: Thin, gives a false pretense for Anatoly does have a firm/muscular build
scars & tattoos: Anatoly has a very large scar, located on his side, under his left arm about the height of his nipple
accent: Faint Russian - Americanized and isn’t ashamed of it
clothing style: Usually earthy/darker tones but he’ll throw a splash of color in there every once in a while for good measure

play-by: Michael C. Hall

( I WILL STRIDE YOU WITH DESIRE OF FAULT LINE ! )
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likes:
: hot apple cider
: irony
: blueberry pop tarts
: donuts
: suits/ties
: cooking
: rough sex
: horror movies
: cuban pork sandwiches
: sleeping in
: gambling
: rainy day
: solitude
: literature
: corgis
: pineapple upside down cake
: running/jogging

dislikes:
: bombs
: loud/obnoxious people
: messy people
: almonds
: excessive laughter/giggling
: misplacing things
: cheep imported beer
: ridicule
: unnecessary fees
: obliviousness
: baseball
: interruptions
: spoiled brats
: gun shot wounds
: bright sunny days
: invasion of personal space
: “know-it-alls”

strengths:
: ruthless ambition
: patience
: advanced jujitsu
: resourceful
: ambiguous

weaknesses:
: good food
: actually ‘cares’
: vivianne
: the damsel
: ambiguous

talents & special abilities:
: persuasive
: advanced jujitsu
: cons

hobbies & interests:
: history/mythology
: crossword puzzles
: making his own breakfast/lunch/dinner

habits & quirks:
: isn’t big on smiling
: professionalism
: sometimes has an inner monologue

dreams & desires:
: rely on something more than the mob
: see the entirety the world has to offer
: secretly wanted to be in the military police, still does

fears:
: being impaled, again
: outliving his sister
: becoming expendable
: falling into a rut, dying without purpose

personality: in-depth:

OPINIONATED --
There is nothing Anatoly won't tell you. Whether it's his point of view on the morning paper or your choice in hairstyle, you can bet that he'll let you know just what he thinks, sugarcoating nothing. Yeah, it's bitchy. A little annoying at times. But that's simply how he is. His brain has no filter, no off switch - his opinion on the matter will come tearing out whether you like it or not. This gets him into trouble from time to time but he really could care less. To him, if someone can't handle a view that differs from their own, then they're unfit to form an opinion at all.

REBELLIOUS --
Tell him to walk left, he'll take a right. Say "don't touch that!" and you can bet that he will. After years of being forced to act a certain way, Anatoly has developed an automatic urge to do the exact opposite of whatever is expected of him. 'Untamed' 'Improper.' These words only make him smile.

SARCASTIC --
Anatoly can be very sarcastic. The only problem with this is when most people hear some of his remarks they don’t really get that he’s being cheeky. It’s not necessarily their fault given that Demidov’s facial expressions and the tone of his voice rarely changes between the different moods. Not only is he sarcastic but he uses a lot of dark humor - or just humor in general.

INGENIOUS --
By far his most interesting trait, Anatoly is indeed what one would consider a Machiavellian. Deceptive by nature, with a definitive use of duplicity, he remains one step ahead of the curve. His manipulative ways are masked by his outward appearance of a happy go lucky gentleman. It is nearly impossible for one to guess at his true disposition unless skilled in the acts of ruse yourself. With gambling being one of his favorite past times, Anatoly often uses his cunning as a means to determine where his best bets lay. He also uses his shrewdness to conclude when best to abandon a gambling attempt; in other words he knows when to bail.

MORBID --
Be it the grisly topics of death, torture, or fatal diseases, Anatoly will probably own a book on the subject. Mostly it's for appearances only, but over time he has developed a sincere interest in all things macabre.

SADISTIC --
There's something about the thrill of feeling a bit more in control than another person that Anatoly can't help but find addicting. From a young age, he seemed to hold a perverse sort of enjoyment toward the discomfort or pain of others; whether it was by pouring a bucket of fire ants onto a boy who'd pushed him off of the swing sets one too many times, or even by laughing at the flash of fear in his best friend's eyes as a twelve year old Anatoly tried to pry himself from a decorative fence. At any rate, he is not a man to be fucked with. That much is for certain.

ROMANTIC --
Go on ahead, have your laugh. I know you want to. The blinding vision of chivalrous men given to him by a masqueraded society, which depicted men actually taking time out of their busy schedules to court women, transformed Anatoly into the a hopeless romantic he is today. Of course that isn’t something he openly admits to the greater public - it’s considered embarrassing. Once Anatoly is within a relationship - he doesn’t fuck around. In both senses of the word, he doesn’t sleep around nor does he have a phobia of commitment. Demidov is a gentlemen at heart and will go out of his way in the process of being one of the last known survivors of a thought to be extinct breed. Now, that doesn’t mean he’s going to remember the exact moment your eyes locked for the first time, what song you were listening too the first time you fucked, or trivial details that serve him no purpose. He’s a man after all. He might believe in love but he isn’t a pussy.

OBSERVANT --
What he may lacks in e=mc2 smarts, he certainly makes up for in skills of perception. Anatoly has a keen eye for things that most people tend to miss - signs that show when a person is either lying, anxious, angry, or all of the above. It's a useful tool, this knack of his, especially when dealing with the violent underground where someone isn’t above firing a prime number into your lifeless body.

INFATUATING --
The one thing that Anatoly has never lacked in his life is an arsenal of charm. One could go as far to say that he positively oozes it from every orifice. He is well aware of this and takes advantage of it whenever the opportunity is presented. There is no limitation to his prowess; his charisma is used as a device to secure himself in any endeavor he may be pursuing, whether it is winning the heart of a young woman or creating a façade even his enemies cannot discern. Demidov knows precisely how to carry himself and one cannot help but stare as he enters a room. Everything down to the volume of his voice is calculated; you can’t help but give him your full and undivided attention. He deceives people into believing he is a genuine and kind hearted person with his warm and inviting nature, yet, inwardly he is the contradictory.

( I TEACH YOU OF DEATH'S DESIRES ! )
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parents:

Yuri Demidov :: father {deceased}
Haifa Demidov nee Sidorov :: mother {deceased}

siblings:

Vivianne Demidov :: sister {25}

other: none of importance
family wealth: middle class

ethnicity: Russian
birthplace: St. Petersburg
hometown: St. Petersburg :: Roslyn Estates, New York

history: in-depth:
Most stories have a beginning some are more complicated than others, and some just happen so simple, so naturally – like it was just supposed to be. That's how it was with his parents and subsequent coming to being. Some connections just can't wait. Young couple so in love, planning big, when everything changes. A honeymoon baby through and through, nine months from his parents wedding, Anatoly graced the world. Big blue eyes and fawn blond hair. As most babies life was easy and his parents raised him the best way they could and in traditional fashions. Raised with respect for others and elders, the way to treat a woman, and working hard. The lessons of his parents were instilled in him from an early age and carried with him through out his teenage years and adulthood. Growing up a boy in St. Petersburg he managed to keep his head on straight. “Square on his shoulders” as his father would say. A rational young man he was also smart. Clever and intuitive Anatoly seemed to stay one step ahead of most.

Young life seemed fairly vanilla as far as excitement, that was until his accident. He was twelve, his sister was eight. When younger sisters are concerned and elder brother would do almost anything and everything they could. Anatoly was no different. He would have stopped the world for her and protected her to his full ability. They had been playing in the yard, a bonding experience, when the ball went over into the next-door neighbors yard. It was simple enough, and he'd done it so many times before, why should this one have been any different? Hopping over the fence young boy was successful in retrieving the lost ball. It was on his return when the world became askew. The last thing he'd remembered was his sisters scream. Some how his foot had slipped as he was moving to decent over the fence. Losing balance and tugged by the rough force of gravity his sideline collided with an exposed metal pipe of the fence. Like a body impaled upon a stake body weight and gravity sunk down until he was stopped by his rib. A scar still remains upon the flesh and bone.

As Anatoly grew into manhood his father's traditional sense and moral bearings directed his paths. Though celibacy wasn't on the list. Unlike other young men his age, who slept around and fucked with careless ease, Demidov, held steady girlfriends. Sleeping with his first after a year of dating. Some relationships were considerably shorter however he still maintained that ingrained manners. People change as do ideas. His respect still remained intact, he didn't believe in one night stands, nor was he the type to have a wandering dick when in a relationship. He said all the right things, did all the good boyfriend moves, and had the charms to make any sane woman swoon. Atop his good looks and sparkling personality of course. It was one of the such connections that had led up to one of the most pivotal in most romantic relationships – the proposal of marriage. Her name was Celestyn Markovski, and in that moment of time, he felt like she was the one. She was twenty-two when they first met. A thin Russian bred woman with chocolate tresses, piercing blue eyes, and a personality that could literally knock the breath out of you.

It was that fiery spark that attracted them to one another. Of course sometimes not everything is the ideal match we hope for. Looking back, Anatoly knew there was love there. They honestly had the connection that many people strived to someday find but even that envious quality couldn’t save them. Perhaps their downfall was their young age when they tied the knot, she was twenty-three and Anatoly was twenty-four. Or the hours spent away at his daily job. There were many stings the man could pull at to unravel where exactly the couple seemed to falter within their marriage. Still, it was quite pointless because both parties seemed to know that it was the end of the happy road they felt they were on. For now all that lay ahead was the agonizing pain of divorce. For a man who’d seen his own parents work through all sorts of trials, the good and the bad, the act of divorce felt like a shame. It was a cop out for someone who wasn’t willing to work for something, who wanted nothing but an easy life. Though it did seem like a much needed end, closure to the nights of fighting over trivial notions and the slow crumble of their tight bond. Within a year, they were divorced but that’s when Anatoly noticed an immense change in the woman he devoted everything to. Then again, money always changes a person.

He wasn't without his mysteries. Some people can cut out that suburbs lifestyle, others can't. Anatoly was one of the later. Simple life and the quiet mundane wasn't exactly his cup of tea. With a rocky divorce under his belt he was looking for something, a direction, or a hobby to take his mind of things. Being a man of many talents he found he way into the Russian mob. Like many starting as low man on the totem pole. Quickly working up. His proof of loyalty and means of keeping secrets had him going places and fast. Title's showed for the mobs assurance of his work. Most guys coveted for spots like that. Captain, being right hand man to others. Anatoly had always fair to the lower guys, he'd been there, knew what it was like. It gave him respect, but it also made him a liability to some or a threat. That kind of respect from grunts could make an upper be more cautious. Think back to any kind of uprising. A man who can get the attention of the lowers and give them an ear could do many things. His loyalty ran deep.

On a task a member of his crew had screwed up, and screwed up bad – the kind of bad that would leave a man seeing nothing but black. Viktor was a good kid, despite his one wrong decision within the task he didn’t deserve the kind of punishment that would be bestowed upon him, but in the Russian mob a slip like that couldn't be ignored. However with a track record like his he was too valuable to just let go, so he was 'reassigned'. Now under the voice of a new Captain he's back to taking orders...and protecting his new captains daughter. In his mind it was nothing more than glorified babysitting.

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