KIVULI,vladimir

[VLADIMIR KIVULI]

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WELL HELLO TO YOU TOO Vladimir is a giant man; standing six foot three inches he does tower over most and takes a deep pride in it. His natural hard jaw, athletic sculpture of tan glory that is sealed with a full pink bottom lip and apple green eyes that strike with flashes of gold; he is something to stare at for a fact. He has three tattoos, one flooding from his mid back and wrapping itself around his left arm onto the left side of his upper body. The other one is on his right upper arm which is a snap coiling around him before it bites its own tail again to complete the “band”. The third one lies on the back of his neck which is a simple Egyptian eye where the iris is colored emerald. Although I doubt you notice any of them besides the one on his neck as he usually is clothed in cargo shorts, a solid color tee with matching sneakers, on occasion he while get dressy but that usually calls for a very special moment for a very special person or people. SEE I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE LIKE THIS Vladimir has a Dissociative identity disorder and while he has it fairly under control it is wise to be wary around the large man. In his regular persona you will find that he holds himself proudly, ambitious, considerate and knowledge thirsty, there is little he will not do. He is confident in his skills and will not hesitate to put someone in their place, even if he is lower than them and they are speaking out of line. If he needs to prove himself, he will. If he needs to surprise, he will. If he wants to attack, he will. A master at persuasion, he uses his pretty face if he needs to, and can act extraordinarily out of character to get who he wants to do what he needs. While Vladimir holds darker secrets than many would suspect he is not as crazed as he seems to be at times. In fact he is trying to get a handle on the “other him’s” but when there are four them it gets a little hard to manage. In fact it is the exact reason he appears to be a stone cold wall whenever someone tries to attempt to make social conversation of anything that could go into further depth within himself. While he is very willing to listen to what others have to say about themselves and loves discovering how people reacted to different outcomes he doesn’t seem himself in the near furture ever revealing to someone the disorder he has. Now if they guess it that is another thing but I wouldn’t get too excited, his disorder isn’t flat out easy to discover you’d have to spend quite a few times around him. Yet he knows without doubt that won’t be happening because usually people can’t stand his cocky attitude the moment they meet him. Now this leads to the real question, What is in the rest his characters? The malevolent beings in my head taunt me, don’t come any closer it won’t be just me you’re communicating too. The whispers, taunts and lies. Who will you be today? The options vary don’t they Vlad? Nicholas Lett Choose me they chant and will you listen to the fools once more? I’m far more prominent than the giggle baboons who seeks but to taste elixir of life from other useless souls. Far more sophisticated and ingenious than those three that lurk about your head performing “the games” that brings them more pleasure than you. Taking them into consideration just makes me shameful to be lone within the pit of your entity. Erick Holtiton Where are you going now? Tired of inhaling the fumes the old spirit shrew to you? A connection between us is far more understandable than someone who wants to frolic about with peace sign on his chest. Thrill is another name to be although it is in a form commonly rejected, who would dare be more daring than I? Fears don’t exist in this mind of ours; we don’t know how others come to fears. Countless of faes will race our way and the choices are always more than one. Having one of something isn’t nearly as fun now is it? Desires shall always be filled with me if you consume me. Oberon Utan Tal Although words are not many with me, respect is something we gain with ease. It is better to perform than allow speech. I dread speech for the simple reason as it hangs in the air longer than need, can be easily repeated or strung together to form a perfect lie. With words weakness can be acknowledged and the destruction of us all can come far more quickly. Reserved with observation too aid is the skill that never fades, and then at once we will always be head of the head. Nothing more I could conjure up to persuade as the choice is always on your plate. Ares Mördaren The aroma of your entity is pleasing come closer, as it beckons me to you. Love? you think is what crosses this mind? You've been fooled by the different masks he puts on. I am the truth, brutal and vicious. Hatred doesn’t exactly make any sense of what I have. Blood thirst perhaps could make some logic but the persona placed within me is what others find of disgust. But with patience and intelligence slip between these fibers that create me, don’t second guess my reasoning. it always leave you longing for answers you’d vanish finding out. Remain where you wish but I doubt when I’m released….everything will be a mere memory, even your existence. Fight us off? Fine, but you’ll be back for all of us one step at a time. You’ll long before your realize. I don't even know who we are. DON’T GO DIGGING FOR SHIT YOU’RE NOT SURE YOUR READY FOR Likes versus dislike? Ha you’re funny; I dislike nosey little assholes like you. I hate people that are arrogant but don’t have a lick of knowledge to back it up. Women with lovely curves and long hair I’d like to lay down almost every time. A challenge is what I crave most but I mainly crave it from that of woman. I enjoy writing, mainly short little poems as they are very hard to decipher. I dislike people who are shallow. Someone who is manipulative or controlling just provokes me to bother them; therefore I can take a liking to them eventually. Soccer is all game for me but usually I’m in the weight room rather than on the field. I do not and never will take a liking to prissy girls, if you can’t get your hands dirty just get out of my face. I love my motorcycle and will kill anyone who harms it literally. Don’t ever buy me a strawberry milkshake or I will throw it in your face as if you threatened me. I don’t clash well with other egos so egocentric males or females can poof from my site. Strengths? Ha that easy, I have mastered the flaming weapon ability. Most despise me for it but I think it’s just cause I have one up on them again in their little life. I hold the best strategies possible it almost seems and I’m very good at detecting others emotions especially females. Weak? Me? I wouldn’t say that but I do have my disadvantages as my disorder, my disconnection to the world and people around me especially my hot head. Secrets? What is this a diary? I should scribble something like this like all the other little girls do. Dear diary, Vladimir said hi to me and I almost died. I think we are going to get married and have at least twelve kids. Ha-ha okay let me stop fooling around my one sole secret is that if you ever wake up half bald I was the one who committed the unkindly act, after all Karma is a female dog. First, who the hell made up the word quirk? It sounds like something a female has when she’s on her period or something. You can mentally add that as something I also dislike. Anyhow before some of you snap at me for not following along the guide lines. My horrid quirks are jaw clenching when I’m pissed off, my right eye slightly twitching when I chew things and tend to furrow my eye brows whenever someone addresses me with an “angry” tone. Phobias? Well I fear that one day my personalities will overtake me and ruin my life completely. Also I have a fear of heights I hate not being close to the ground. I’D SAY I DESTORYED WHAT DESTORYED ME What this legacy of warriors developed within them doesn't contain a suitable description. Betrayal and loyalty what is the difference? The line cannot be divided within this dynasty, an atrocity these humans are, merely brought together under the simple title of "kin". What a mess their ancestors left for their descendants that remain. The father, Roman, of three great warriors died at the hands of one of his own "sons" or so he thought to be his son. The blood split wasn't blood by blood. But blood by foreigner, the mother figure, a liar, a seductress, a hoe. Vixen, never understood loyalty and thus the reason behind the carefully sewed lies in the quilt of this family. Depression had clung to the female with a fatal grip; lack of compassion from her husband drove the female to the brine of insanity and to the bottom of her last hopes. She spilled, like black ink in search of male for the empathy that went further than words and deep into the depth of touch. The form of sin that couldn't be forgiven once discovered by any lover. Betrayal in its best form, an affair. Yet Vixen couldn't bring herself to find such another man to sooth her aches. She stumbled upon a mirror of herself just in form of a different type. She claimed the bundle of what would soon be a son from another crumbling mother, Nyx. Thus the story began. Raising from a distance the mother did. Allowing her dominant husband to take the reins of how the children were brought about. And what a way they were, the children went through battle of training. Cursed with the burden of an abusive father and careless mother each moment affected the progeny differently as it does to all. After all everyone takes things differently? The sole female, lone sister to the brothers knew better. She far more in the secrets than should be allowed. Vixen was the one to find her snooping thus the battle begun which ended with the intervening of cruel father who killed his own wife to protect his one daughter, the little liar. Sober with anger the male was unaware of the son that was watching, the son the saw the truth. The one son that wasn't of his blood, infuriated, riled losing his virginity of murder and blood was spilt yet again. The father's life left his body and the daughter growled with rage, she made her sibling and outcast claiming to have murder the murderer yet she had allowed him to live. Why? Guilt had eaten at her and slowly drove her insane therefore she died years later, dying like the cold Frost she was named after. Vladimir left Spain and fell into Italy his new home land but could he truly leave his past behind? The truth was yet to be discovered by the first born, Bane. Now it was time, time for the chaos of truth to reign. Now who wants to help and play along with the brother’s endless games?

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