The Basics

What you wish to be called
Devo
How did you find us
I'm on another rp site, Myth - Shadow of Let, which is a wolf site. I was just bored and looking for another site and I stumbled upon this through a google search. Nothing spectacular. ^^'
Contact information
email - devobuster@yahoo.com
Years of experience
It's been around two years that I've been roleplaying, excluding the horrid attempts at trying to make a good rp thread at neopets in the beginning. I'd like to erase that from my memory. >.<
Enter

Character name
Timur Dean Mihailov
Played by
Elijah Wood
Age
14 years old
Grade
Freshman - 9th grade
Family
Mother - Karen Elizabeth Waters
Father - Pavel Mihailov
Younger sister - Tori Lidiya Mihailov
Youngest sister - Chelsea Victoria Mihailov
Hometown
Amboy, Washington
Personality

Ever the optimist, Timur is rarely seen without a goofy smile on his face. The kid is seemingly always in a good mood, and it would take a lot to change that. He's always happy to lend a hand to anyone in need, and has no fear of strangers. His outlook on life is naive and sugar-coated, and it comes as a great shocker whenever life doesn't play fair. His extremely cheerful personality is probably the only thing that keeps him from being a loner, he's exceptionally dorky and weird in the eyes of others but it's usually hard for people to push him away because of his overeager smile. He seldom realizes most people think he's annoying, and if anyone tells him he simply brushes it off. His confidence never wavers.

Classes can be rather difficult for him because he can't sit still to save his life. He's no artist, but he passes the time drawing cartoons on all his assignments. Gym and lunch are the only escapes at school, and without them he would probably go insane. The only class he really bothers to pay attention in is science, because he has a great interest in animals and wildlife. He can't be bothered to think too far ahead in the future for any specific jobs, but he knows he wants to end up in something that deals with agriculture.

Likes:
blondes
animals, especially dogs
sports
cartoons
90's rock/pop
the color green
nature

Dislikes:
the city
books
teachers
girls with makeup
heights



Appearance

Timur inherited none of his father's looks, and is almost a clone of his mother. They share the same jaw, nose, smile, and most notably, the same bright blue eyes. Timur's hair is dark brown and is easily mistaken for black. He wouldn't dream of growing it out any longer than the traditional short style he's known since childhood even though it would probably fix his hair problems. His hair is notorious for being messy, no matter how much he struggles with it, and not in a very attractive manner either. He tends to ignore his mother's fussing about it.

He is tragically short for his age, the only physical feature of his that actually gets to him. He wishes he could be taller, especially since both his sisters have already outgrown him. His body is actually quite fit and really could be something to be proud of but he doesn't show it off because he's too self conscious about his height. That, and walking around topless usually gets some awkward stares.


History

Sadly, Timur's life has never been an interesting one. His story is as bland as white bread. When he was three months old, his parents moved from the Seattle area to Amboy, a tiny town out in the country. Both Karen and Pavel Mihailov were very artistic and they wanted to move somewhere where they might actually get to see a tree or two that wasn't growing by the side of the sidewalk. They wanted to envelop themselves in nature and fortunately for them, that was what Amboy offered. Really, that was <i>all</i> Amboy offered. There were very few options for shopping in the barely existant town, and after a month of eating at the same resteraunt or driving for an hour to get groceries, they decided to do something about the situation. They started up a resteraunt of their own within the following year.

Timur's entertainment was mostly whatever he could find in the backyard, since they didn't have too much money to spend on electronic toys. Fortunately, the kid took a liking to the ferns and trees as soon as he was able to walk and he was always running around and getting himself dirty. Life was blissful. That was, until Karen became pregnant with her second child when Timur was seven years old. The couple worried if they would be able to take care of their increasing family because they weren't anywhere near being rich, but it all turned out to be just fine. Timur loved his baby sister and was constantly doting on her, even when she drooled all over his action figures.

The Mihailovs were treated with yet another child the next year when baby Chelsea was born. Timur was equally delighted with the new babbling ball of diaper and blubber, and was eager to play with his second little sister as well. The family of five lived fairly peacefully and uneventfully for the next few years. Timur wasn't the best student, but he did his best to keep above failing grades, usually getting B's and C's. He was by no means a popular kid at school, but he managed well enough and kept out of trouble. It was only when he was about to start high school that his parents decided it was time for a change.

The high school that had been destined for Timur was a very small one and his parents weren't sure it was the best for his education so they moved to a larger neighborhood where he could attend Lakeland High School. It was painful to depart from the little dinky town of Amboy and his beloved woods, but he was eager to please and accepted the change. Not like he had much of a choice, really.

Sample roleplay

This is from the wolf roleplay site I'm also at, I hope that's ok. ^^

Dark. Always dark. He didn't mind that winter only seemed to come in one variety in Astral Moors, the darker days and colder nights didn't trouble him as it did some others. His moodiness couldn't be altered by the seasons when he was already so brooding the rest of the year anyhow. It was for this reason that he had no qualms with wandering around late at night when the sun never offered to light one's path. He was just as happy in the light as he was in the dark here. Not that it really seemed to help his vision. No matter how uncaring attitude his towards time, he was not a night aerkin and his body was not built for finding his way around all that well in the dark. It was by complete chance that the wolf stumbled upon his son.

The scent of him came first, long before the sight. Of course, this wasn't due to Haruki's power of senses, it was due to the foulness of his own son. Not that he would ever call his son foul under any other circumstance, but Ancelin had gone missing for so long and had just now let himself be known. There was no way he could have kept himself clean out there, so for once Haruki's nitpicking about hygiene was halted. As he approached, the shadow became a true form and the aerkin was delighted to see that it really was his own child. He would have dashed towards him, but they were far enough away from the den that he was slightly frightened of being seen by someone else, and he certainly didn't want to be caught prancing around the forest. Instead he opted for a swift stride, and his legs were long enough that this was sufficient in getting him there quickly.

He stood above the tiny thing, his little grey limbs and body all curled up in a ball. If it weren't for the seriousness of the situation, Haruki would have chuckled. Was this how the Ninfanis took care of their children? Just chucked them out in the woods next to a rock? The aerkin lowered his head, breathing closely enough to the child so that he might make himself known. He didn't mean to startle him awake, but he also didn't want to scare him by suddenly touching him. He then licked the boy's shoulder, a greeting of sorts. Of course he had quite a bit to say to young Ancelin, but for right now he'd be quiet. It was a good enough thing that he had found the little one alive, there was no need to chew him out just yet, nor inquire where he had gone. He would wait until Ancelin was ready.

In the meantime he started cleaning the kid, he really did reek. His patience was stemmed from the joy of finding his child, as well as the pride that swelled within him from knowing his kid was smart enough to survive on his own for a little while. Not that he had wanted him to do it, if it had been up to him Ancelin would never have gotten lost but fate had a different opinion. He was proud to think that his little boy had made it out there in the wild, somehow managing to find food for himself and use his brains to find shelter. This pride he knew was perverse, and that he couldn't boast about it to Aubri or really, anyone else. Not that he was planning on it. He had enough sense to know that Ancelin could have been killed out there, and the poor boy had probably frozen half to death and now Haruki was prepared to take care of him again. He would ask if he needed food once he was awake enough to start talking.


Anything else
I hope I put this application in the right place! I'm really sorry if I messed it up.