Posts by nightj77@yahoo.com

YOU SHOULD NAME THE EARTH BAND CARCINOGENETICIST.

I THINK THAT WOULD BE AN EXCELLENT NAME FOR AN EARTH BAND. ONLY IF YOU MAKE GOOD MUSIC THOUGH.

WELL IF YOU KNOW MY NAME APPARENTLY YOU MUST BE A FAN OF ME, "THE DUTTLE."

LIES.
MY HATE IS THE LIFEBLOOD THAT PULSES THROUGH THE VEINS OF YOUR UNIVERSE.

WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?

AGAIN WITH THOSE NONSENSICAL DOTS.

Zinoviy rolled his eyes. "I saw you, Virote," he growled loudly, reaching out and poking his brother's forehead - invisible beneath that dark layer of hair. "Stop being so paranoid." A smile formed on his lips, but faded as he looked over Virote's shoulder to see the two others. He quickly lowered his voice and ushered him out.

"Because I saw my identical twin," he muttered matter-of-factly, looking at Virote as if he was stupid. "You're pretty damn slow. It's Zinoviy, idiot." Zinoviy punched his shoulder, not a very friendly gesture between the two as some would comprehend. He guessed that Virote could remember he was a hunter on his own time.

Zinoviy looked astounded, and rather offended. His hand rose to his mouth and he gasped dramatically. "Oh, you and your assumptions!" He flicked his hands through Virote's hair playfully before frowning and narrowing his eyes. "Yes. BUT," he said quickly, "I wasn't thinking of anything the 'wrong way' before you brought it up. And now I am very... very suspicious of you, young man. Have you captured anyone since I last saw you?"

Seeing the other boy's irritation, he had to stifle a tiny laugh. Quietly, thankfully - however much he wanted to annoy the long-lost brother beside him, he didn't want to awaken the innocent pair inside. "Oh, Virote. Can't you see? I am better than you," he said in the matter-of-fact tone again, waving his brother off. Zinoviy glared at the mask. "Now, let's take that off, shall we?" He reached across without hesitation or invitation, gripping the mask firmly and attempting to lift it off his face.

Zinoviy visibly recoiled at the sight of his brother's markings and scarring. "Holy sh..." he trailed off, raising an eyebrow in clear disgust. "You so nasty." The immature twin poked at his burns and smirked oh-so-cleverly. "That hurt?"
ooc: Lol, yep - for identical twins they are much different on the inside.

Zinoviy reached over to cup his mouth, but was too late. He was smacked across the face - hard. The boy fell to the ground, curled up in defeat. "G - WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE PEACEFUL ONE." He visibly shook with rage, throwing the pieces of cloth at Virote angrily.

"You shut up!" Zinoviy yelled, storming inside and tossing a stick at the girl. He marched back outside, hmphing.

"Oh you can try!" Zinoviy snarled. "First, look into the face of MASK MAN." He grabbed at Virote's messy hair and pulled his face towards her threateningly.

Zinoviy dramatically released Virote's hair, nodding obediently at the girl. "I RELEASE YOU," he chirped in a mysterious tone, waggling his hands for added emphasis and closing his eyes briefly. "Hwuuua." He shoo'd at the stick. "Foul stick."

As one would expect, Zinoviy's flirty side suddenly took over. He leaned on the cave wall seductively and coughed into a fist. "Mm. I'd be more interested in knowing your name," he said, raising an eyebrow flirtatiously.

"I will make you say it," he said, then turned on Virote. "HEY WHY DON'T YOU JUST SHUT THE HELL UP." Zinoviy crossed his arms and glared in another direction, his eyebrows lowering in a visible sign of irritation.

Zinoviy's head went backward and he stumbled as Virote poked him. "YOU'RE ALL JUST INFERIOR IDIOTS," he growled loudly, turning away and crossing his arms. A small hmph could be heard by those listening closely enough.

"AYE SHUT IT," Zinoviy shouted, throwing his hands in the air in exasperation. He spun around and whacked Virote's hand violently. "YOU CAN REST LATER, LAZY."

Zinoviy batted at the stick and whined, pushing at it. "What part don't I understand? Why you do it," he answered, ignoring Virote and obeying Ayla.

Username;; carcinoGeneticist 22
Name;; Zinoviy
Age;; 19
Gender;; Male
Appearance;; Dirty blonde hair covering his eyes for the most part, but is particularly messy - flying in all directions as if he'd just woken up. Although his eyes are not visible, they are a mischievous gold, narrowed ever so slightly just to emphasize his strangely alert mind.
Zinoviy's eyes are not the only hidden part of his face. A large grey scarf is wrapped around his neck despite the temperature, and it is long enough to pile up and eventually cover his chin and mouth. He wears a regular black coat zipped only below his ribs, worn-out jeans and boots that do not seem to make noise when he moves.
Personality;; A standoffish man, although he is one to pick fights at times (which depends on that person's history). He doesn't like company, to be direct.
Zinoviy is rather aggressive, although when he finds someone to be as aggressive as himself he will feel the need to, quite literally, troll that person - no exceptions. His personality may develop further in the roleplay.
Weapon(optional);; Being a pickpocket, Zinoviy will (upon acceptance of the other player) take his opponent's weapon and use it against them rather than finding his own.
Other;;