Post by uriah on Jun 4, 2009 13:17:36 GMT -8
URIAH NIKOLAEVICH MIZIROV
I'VE JUST SEEN A FACE
character name: Uriah Mizirov
age: 29
gender: male
sexuality: straight, but curious
pb: Andrew Stetson
THE LONG WINDING ROAD
occupation: loanshark, bodyguard, dabbles mainly in “family” business, inheritance prince
residence: the black diamond estates
been in vegas for how long and why:
- Born in Russia and raised in Vegas, Uriah has been exposed to the black deeds the bright city still suffers from his entire life. As his paycheck is pretty fat and he stands to inherit much more once the big guy dies, the man has never seen fit to leave the lights, women, or casinos. Plus, he travels to Russia perhaps two months out of the year to visit his grandparents, which gives him enough time away from Vegas to not grow tired of it. He plans to remain in Vegas, unless a larger opportunity arrives.
FULL OF EXCITING STORIES
likes:
- Being in charge
- Kissing
- Groping
- Man-handling
- Fighting
- Eggs
- Smokes
- Alcohol
- Breasts
- Easy women
- Good investments
- Money
dislikes:
- Losing control
- Spinach
- Relationships
- People who fuck him over
- Stinky feet
- Women who don’t shower
- Fat girls
- Teases
- Gambling
- Tricks
- Ill-timed laughter
- Tacky dressers
- Poor smucks
- Having his time wasted
personality:
- Matter-of-fact
- Serious
- Dominating
- Temperamental
- Manipulative
- Deceptive
- Greedy
- Reckless
- Desperate
- Uriah is not a very humorous man. There are little things in life that truly amuse him – mostly having to deal with the sickly depraved or perverted – and he usually looks down upon those so open with their happiness. His matter-of-fact behavior is quite blunt and honest, which doesn’t make him one to be very hospitable or warm. Uriah is typically serious in everything he does or speaks of, even if a person simply believes him to be joking. If he says something, it is good to listen because eighty percent of what he is musing over is something he plans to act upon. He isn’t someone who likes to be crossed or thwarted; tricked or deceived – indeed, he’s the one usually in charge of everything. Uriah is a very controlling, dominant person. Things have to be his way; otherwise his temper can be sparked all too easily. If this occurs, he can become quite violent and irrational.
- As a person who prefers to have things work as smoothly as possible, Uriah can be very manipulative and deceptive whenever it suits him. If he doesn’t see the need in forcibly taking what he wants, he will attempt to do it by other means – if he has to smile, flash a few bills, etc. Indeed, the man is capable of being a suave and charming soul; he could be funny and understanding. These traits are rare to see in him, of course, unless there is something he really wants out of you. Otherwise, Uriah doesn’t waste the effort. He does want a lot, though. He is greedy, actually. Everything he touches or claims now belongs to him, at least in his eye. If he sees something – or someone – he desires, it might as well consider itself his property because he will go through great lengths to secure it into his possession.
- One thing about Uriah is that he is a reckless, even desperate person. This doesn’t really bode well for people that want to cross him, or trick him out of investments. Since he has basically put everything he is and everything he has on the line – his life, for instance, and his money – then he is willing to do whatever imaginable to protect his interest.
fears:
- Disappointing his father
- Losing money
- Ending up alone
- Uriah’s main fear is disappointing his father. He has worked for too long to earn the man’s approval and respect, especially after being neglected by him for nearly his entire life. This strain in their relationship has really made the man strive to make Nikolay realize he exists. Of course, this fear has also lead to Uriah imagining he will end up alone as he obviously isn’t quality material – he believes there must be something wrong with him if his own father refuses to love him. And, like any sane person, Uriah thinks it is very possible that his position is not guaranteed; money comes and money goes, and he worries that his comfortable seat won’t stay cushioned his whole life.
secrets:
- Sometimes doubts his decisions
- Is narcissistic
- There are times when Uriah questions the things he has done, will do, or has thought of doing. Even he thinks the exploits he can get into are fairly shocking and insane, but it doesn’t really dissuade him from continuing with his intentions. Uriah can be rather narcissistic in that fashion – while he may think about things, they are mostly in terms of himself. It never occurs to him to actually consider the people he may be affecting, and even if he does, this doesn’t manage to change his mind on anything. The only person he gives a fig for is his father, perhaps.
goals:
- Take over after his father bites the dust
- Earn his money rather than simply inherit
- Make a name for himself
- Have a mistress
- Uriah has been working since the age of eighteen to prove to his father he can take over his business transactions, completely, before he dies. He also doesn’t just want to inherit money – though he is counting on that too – but would rather feel as if he’s earned the amount instead. Uriah also wants it so that people hear his name a cringe, not because he has his father’s surname. And, since he doesn’t plan on ever having a real relationship and marry a good woman, he would prefer a lady to share his bed and perhaps eventually give him a son as well.
WHEN I GET HOME
family:
Nikolay Sergeievich Mizirov, aged 63, retired.
- Nikolay is a deceptively charming man, quick to bring smiles and polite conversation. However, behind closed doors he can become quite the hardened criminal he has lived up to be. Most of the time, he is straight-forward and business-oriented. He wants things to go off without a hitch. Nikolay usually doesn’t like to get involved beyond the superficial, but he will if his investment is threatened.
Liska Avelovna Ulanova, aged 45, deceased.
- Liska was never able to rid herself of her drug habits. After losing her son, she returned to Russia and found herself once again begin passed between men simply to get her fix. Last year, she got involved with a dealer and was later hospitalized from an overdose of heroin. Liska’s heart gave away. Both Nikolay and Uriah attended the funeral after word spread through the grapevine.
history:
Nikolay had been a bad seed from the start. He went from roaming the streets of Russia to thievery, guns, and sex. There was absolutely no reason for him to act so delinquent – his parents were wealthy, prominent folks thanks to the small chain of power plants. No one ever bothered to stop the kid from behaving this way, though. His name and size alone could dissuade anyone from wagging their tongue against him. Nikolay met Liska when he was in his late twenties and operating a secret drug ring. She was just a teenager then waylaid by drugs and alcohol, and no better than a whore because of it. Her body was about the only way she could get her fix, and Nikolay took advantage of that. Word spread; she was now his thing, not to be touched by another man until he tired of her. Liska didn’t care, though. She had the protection of a wealthy man, and not only that but he could get her what she needed to keep herself supplied. If he wanted her body, he could have it – so he did. Nikolay took out every sexual fantasy he ever had on her, so it was no real surprise to anyone when she got pregnant with Uriah. It seemed that his interest in the teenager dissipated rather quickly after that, however he did want his son. The custody battle for Uriah was a joke; Nikolay had won before he even stepped foot in the courtroom. Not only did he have the assurance to care for the kid, but Liska didn’t even want him. She gave up once Nikolay offered a hefty sum for her to skedaddle.
The man reared Uriah for just a few months into the boy’s short life before deciding to leave Russia entirely. The reason? He had grown bored of the scene, of the people she saw every single day. There was no excitement for him if people were too scared of his money and name to challenge him on his illegal operations… Nikolay took Uriah to the states, since they were high on the freedom to be or do whatever you want. He wanted to push those bounds and see if this was so. And, since no one would know of his past history or family name, he could definitely get the rebellious fresh start he craved. Nikolay heard from a few reliable sources – alright, from a drunk guy he sat next to on a plane – that Vegas was the place to be, if he wanted to have some fun. He set his sights there, and surely enough, it was everything and more the man had promised. There was not only drugs and gambling (which the gent had went on and on about), but prostitution and loansharking. Basically, stuff he had only read about before. Everything he had in Russia now seemed like child’s play, and he was anxious to work his way into this new, exciting world. It wasn’t tough to get started – he had the money, which was enough incentive to get anyone to listen to him. He hooked up with a guy named Connor Brady, already a prominent “business” man himself who helped Nikolay gain stable feet in the city, so long as he wasn’t crouching the business on his ‘turf’.
Leaving his son with a live-in nurse, the man went out every night to do his stuff. Nikolay eventually came into contact with the people who sold the best shit and offered him good prices for large amounts – sizes he could sell back for steeper from chumps and whores. He even got a hand in the prostitution going on and opened his own establishment for clean, professional women who wanted to get paid steadily and earn from their customers. He got thirty percent of everything they got, and for that they had free rent and kept everything else. Nikolay was something of a protector for them, too. If any man ever beat on his ladies, that man would find himself in the hospital the very next night. Indeed, Nikolay could have been the reason for a body to occasionally show up in the desert, but he never admitted to such a thing. Those who worked for him were incredibly loyal and feared him too much to go against him, anyway. He did have the occasional run-in with the police, though. They sometimes tried to catch him in the act with decoys and whatnot, yet he always managed to slip away before any deals with finalized. He had a son to think about, and couldn’t just get himself locked away. Nikolay appointed a man named Vernon Anthony as his right-hand man to take care of everything for him so he might just kick back and watch the money rack in. He was getting older, the stunts too risky; besides, Anthony had been there since the start and he could trust him.
Uriah had spent seven years of his life in the care of a nurse, really. They consisted of a lot of toys and lonely nights. He watched his father go out every night and would already be asleep by the time the man returned – he had never understood what issues kept pressing the man out. Nikolay spent his days, usually, asleep. No matter how much he jumped on his father’s bed or yelled in his ear, Uriah never could convince the man awake long enough but to shove the kid off his bed. Eventually, the little boy gave up. He resigned himself to the small pat on his head before Nikolay left as the only sort of contact he would have with his father. Once that disappointment numbed, Uriah spent a lot of time outdoors. Their nearest neighbors were too far for him to walk, since Nikolay owned an incredible estate that was fenced off like a fortress. In reality, he had his nurse and the staff who cooked and cleaned for the two as company. However, Uriah had developed a sense of superiority from a very young age. It wasn’t missed on him that these people were there to serve them, to wait on him hand and foot. His father certainly didn’t treat them as if they were family, or best friends. They weren’t mistreated, but they were like simple ornaments to be seen and not heard. Knowing this, Uriah typically kept to himself and turned his nose away from them. If he fell and got hurt, he would cry himself out or suck it up in silence. As soon as he was old enough, he refused help to bathe or when dressing himself. It was all in an effort to impress his father, though. The kid naively thought that if he saw his little boy becoming a man, it might help to make him stay around longer.
The child became unusually interested in his father’s work. Whenever the man went out, Uriah found ways into his locked study – indeed, he’d figured out that bobby pins were very useful when the nurse neglected to clean up after herself. He would often rifle through the papers and come across letters, or the pawns people had given him in trade for some quick cash. He also discovered that Nikolay kept detailed journals of his night life, and had been doing so since the age of thirteen (apparently the first time he had gotten piss drunk with some buddies). Uriah spent months, locked away in his father’s study reading over the man’s exploits. It was all like some exciting story to the impressionable boy. He often imagined growing up to be just like him. Nikolay described a few theft tricks he had pulled in his younger days, which prompted Uriah to try it out on the servants around him. He got caught the first time, trying to take a cheap pearl necklace from the woman who had nursed him all these years. The boy learned he could put on a sorry face and manipulate his way out of trouble fairly easy; bawling instantly, she had agreed to keep it a secret if he promised to never try it again. But, the promise went ignored. Uriah’s next attempt was very successful, except this time he had taken the cook’s wedding ring as he slept. When it was missed the next day, his nurse immediately made good on her threat and told Nikolay of his son’s behavior.
Nikolay noted the fact, but failed to have that all-important talk of morals and such. He felt it was best that Uriah make his own decisions in life rather than try to control him, as his own father had attempted. Nikolay placed Uriah in public school by the age of twelve, effectively eliminating the need for the full-time tutor they had kept all those years to educate his son in the basics. It was, ironically, as if Uriah was a magnet for trouble just like his old man. He seemed to latch onto and make friends with the worst seeds imaginable; the kids who liked to go out and party even though they were just children. They were pretty high on smoking pot and doing shrooms – if they could score some, they would sometimes spend the night boozing too. Uriah failed to come home often, typically calling his father up to explain he was simply spending the night at a friend’s house when in reality, they were planning to get high off their asses and vandalize some shit. He felt happy, finally, to be out of the prison he called home. Before, he could only play on the lawn or take frequent trips to the store; he’d had very little exposure to any sort of life at all. So, it was quite easily to influence Uriah and manipulate him to a lifestyle not unlike the one his father had at this same age. Indeed, he was going down the same exact road and like Nikolay, was enjoying every second of it.
When Uriah went through puberty, he sprouted a foot and grew so large that other kids seemed to cower before him. This kind of power went straight to his head. Immediately, he took advantage of his school’s gym. If Uriah was not jogging, he was lifting weights or doing pull ups or push ups. He strived for a very lean, muscular build – one that people would know they shouldn’t fuck with. And it worked; the constant, vigorous exercise earned him an athlete’s bod with the strength to boot. Uriah used to pick fights just to test himself, but beating up the weak was all too easy. He went after those larger than himself, and it wasn’t rare for him to ever lose. In fact, Uriah often went home sporting a bruised eye and bloody knuckles. Even though Nikolay had allowed another man to handle his assets, he still wasn’t home to notice these changes – he was out consorting with loose women and booze, letting his son become his own man. Uriah graduated high school, but not because he had the grades. Rather, he had caused too much trouble – disciplinary action had been wasted on him, and the teachers simply didn’t want to deal with the boy anymore. Besides, Nikolay’s name was not unknown to the school, as he often gave generous donations to them whenever they thought to complain to the man of his son’s reckless behavior.
Uriah didn’t go to college. He certainly had the money to, but the desire to continue on with pointless classes seemed useless to the young man. Instead, he bugged his father for a job. Nikolay was shocked at first; to see that his son wanted to become involved in the shit he did was surprising indeed. To discover that Uriah knew anything about his exploits surprised him further. But, he couldn’t say he was disappointed. In fact, Nikolay rather liked the idea of having his son continue on in his stead – he figured if the lad was bound to inherit millions once he died anyway, he might as well earn it now. Impressed with Uriah’s physical girth, he was appointed as one of the few bodyguards protecting the ladies that worked for him. This was really different for Uriah. His fucking around during school had gotten him addicted to drugs and alcohol, and now he was introduced to a life of sex. One of the girls, Sharon, had taken quite a liking to the boss’s son. She flirted and teased him to the point where he just took her up on the offer. Word spread back to his father, however. It was the first and last time Nikolay had ever struck his son. The women were for the customers, not to be touched or fucked around with in any fashion – his job was to protect them. Nikolay worried that Uriah would continue on in this downward spiral if he kept up his habits… He was becoming like his mother. Nikolay forced his son into rehab for an entire year before allowing him to return to work.
Sober, and rather solemn, Uriah took his father’s dictations to heart. Nikolay’s treatment had really changed him. No longer was he going to screw around with the girls, or the drugs; to discover he had disappointed the man crushed him. Uriah wanted his trust back… wanted to prove he was just as good, just as worthy to take over for him. He turned straight – well, as straight as someone running an illegal ring of drugs, prostitution, and loansharking could. Eventually, he was able to win back the good graces of his father. The man even entrusted him with “collecting debts” despite how dangerous these deals could go. Uriah’s build was ideal for whenever a person reneged on their agreement. He often accompanied Nikolay, should he ever need the backup or the man-power to set these fools straight. Things were serious: they didn’t fuck with the ladies; they didn’t use their own shit… People came to them when desperate, and the Mizirov men took care of them. If they were loyal, reliable customers, the better treatment they received. If not… well, things wouldn’t end pretty.
Recently, Nikolay’s pretty much moved away from the entire scene. His heart isn’t as strong as it used to be, so the man has put Uriah in charge of most everything. Well – Vernon Anthony is the man that runs it for Nikolay, and Uriah comes right after. He is just as respected and feared, since no one wants to fuck with the boss’s son. He is striving to get away from that label, however. He wants to prove that he’s just as much to fear as Nikolay. He doesn’t need to throw his dad’s name out there to make people quiver; he can do it alone. Of course, right now he is biding his time and doing what Nikolay tells him to do. But soon, he will be running everything and when this day comes, Vegas will truly be in trouble.
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roleplay sample:“Connor, man.”
Mason’s head dropped back against the wall, disbelieving that he could have gotten in this situation. Never again would he make the mistake of divulging information out to people, even if they were friends. It only resulted in them asking favors of him and either spending an entire week guilt-tripping him, bugging him, and in the last resort bribing him to help. Connor’s band was playing at this bar in Paris – Mason hadn’t bothered for specifics – and his drummer had flaked out on him with complaints of arm injury and headaches. Of course, he had tried to find a replacement but no one else had been good enough and were not willing to work as cheaply as Mason was. As much as he would deny it, the man had not agreed for the monetary benefit – rather, he had wanted to play for the experience, and because it was his passion. Just to… try it on, really. But Connor did not need to know he wasn’t dreading it as much as he complained of. His nerves were excited and jumpy; it’d be the first time he actually played any place other than his home… And played someone else’s music.
“Let’s go Mason,” Connor instructed, strapping a guitar over his chest and knocking against the graduate’s foot as he passed. Mason grumbled but got to his feet, glad for once that he was not under the influence of anything. He needed to be fully functional for this – he seriously doubted he was good enough to play with this guy’s band, and didn’t know why they chose him even if he was working for less. It was strange for him to feel this type of insecure anxiety, but how could he not? He had taught himself to play the drums, and the songs he created… Well, who was he to say they were any good? Most of them were ominous and reckless pounding, as he preferred to wear himself out rather than actually carry a beat. Mason followed the other men out of the small room the French pub allotted for the band members to chill out in. He made sure to grab a water bottle and his sticks; he cracked his neck and bounced on the balls of his feet, mentally preparing himself for something that could end horribly.
They came out on a platform where the drum set he would use was already in place and ready to go. As the other guys moved to their positions, Mason robotically moved to the seat and plopped down on the stool. He took a moment to familiarize himself with where everything was, trying to ignore the way his heart pounded loudly in his ears. Suck it up, punk. Mental preparation was not helping, and it definitely could do nothing to calm him as he gazed out to the crowd. He could barely hear Connor speaking into the mike, talking about how great it was to be playing there tonight or some other ass-kissing bullshit. The room wasn’t filled to capacity, but there was enough people there to efficiently make the Frenchman doubt himself. Would they like his playing? It pissed Mason off that he even gave a crap about what any one of them thought – he had spent most of his life trying to be indifferent. Yet, there he sat, ready to keel over in panic.
Connor introduced the members of the band, and when it came to Mason he raised an arm, holding one of the sticks and gave a slight smile in acknowledgement. There was an equal balance of excitement and dread building up within him. He hardly had any time to practice this… Finally, the cue came to him to start the beat – he had to start with a low sounding solo first and they would later chime in. Mason swallowed, eyed falling to where he knocked his sticks together several times, the sound odd in the relative quiet. And then his sticks went flying as was custom when he played at home, nothing was different. His arms followed the pattern too easily almost, and immediately Mason relaxed into his new role. The beat was there, clear and steady, exactly what they wanted from him and he couldn’t have been prouder of himself. A slow smirk of satisfaction claimed his features as the chords from everyone else had soon joined with his pounding. He thought they sounded great, especially with Connor’s vocals. Mason could already feel the sweat sliding down his neck as they got further into the song and it picked up pace; the whole room seemed to be rocking. His vision went up to the crowd, to catch their reaction. But he only seemed to catch the gaze of a woman in the audience, and it spurred him on.
