Post by Petar Nebosja on Sept 19, 2010 20:52:23 GMT -8
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Petar Nebosja
Also Known As: Petar, TFG, FNG, Little Kaluskov
Age: 15
Height: 6 feet, 0 inches
Weight: 171 lbs.
Blood Type: O+
Gender: Male
Sexuality: None
Eye Color: Green
Hair: Black
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Basketball, Trap and Skeet, Hunting
Talents: Shooting, poetry.
Favorite things: Poetry, snakes, guns
Sports/Clubs Trap and Skeet, Basketball, Hunting
Misc.: Cookies?
Mental Information
Personality: To be short in general, he is not a very personable fellow. In fact he can be really goddamn rude. He's an asshole and he knows it, but he doesn't care. If he cared, he wouldn't be such an asshole. Perhaps it's not the lack of caring, perhaps he's just a lunatic, or a sociopath, or maybe he's just got a sense of humor that can be rather lethal. Whatever it is, he's wicked, in all senses of the word. That is to say, from Merriam-Webster: 1) morally very bad, 2) a. fierce, vicious, b. disposed to or marked by mischief: roguish, 3) a. disgustingly unpleasant: Vile, b. causing or likely to cause harm, distress, or trouble, 4) going beyond reasonable or predictable limits: of exceptional quality or degree. So if we go by that he can actually be summed up in that one word, wicked. He's morally very bad, fierce, vicious, disposed to or marked by mischief: roguish, disgustingly unpleasant, vile, causing or likely to cause harm, distress, or trouble, going beyond reasonable or predictable limits: of exceptional quality or degree.
But wait, there's more!
To continue on this long winded rant, let us state that he is exceptionally cruel, and finds things that are wrong, funny. For instance, if you show him pictures of the holocaust in all it's horror and inherent wrongness, he would laugh and start talking about how things were so much better in the old days. That is to say that he's not just an asshole nor is he just wicked, but he's also insensitive. To continue, he has no redeeming qualities, or no visible redeeming qualities, in fact it is not likely at all that he is a fully functional human being. If you were to approach him with say a rabbit, he would more than likely vomit because he wouldn't know how to react to such an adorable creature without having the insane urge to vomit and then proceeding to foam at the mouth and kill the fuzzy and cuddly creature.
In regards to forest animals as well as other animals and human beings he's completely and irrevocably unsatisifed with the current state of existance. That is to say he wished them all to cease existing. Not to say that he's the sort of person that wishes everyone would die because he's a sad and miserable soul. But he just really thinks the world might be better off without all those extra things in it. That's not to say that he's a sort of, oh, how to say it, environmentalist. Because if he were an environmentalist, he wouldn't want the animals to stop existing either. He'd just think it was fucking hilarious if every living creature, not plant, or maybe his malice towards life extends to plants, ceased to exist all at once.
Or maybe he's just a looney. But I'd really loathe setting him in a category because that's just too easy.
Speaking of easy, he's a misanthrope. That is to say that he hates both men and women, but to say which he hates more is not possible. His loathing is deep and is probably unfounded. For instance, he thinks women are annoying, stupid, loud, incoherent, a waste of air and water and space, and need to be shot. Men, on the other hand, he thinks are equally annoying, stupid, loud, incoherent, and a waste of said resources, and they also need to be shot. His hate does not, however, extend to himself, as he sees himself as not a person, but something else entirely.
He looks pretty normal though. His psychology is a criminal psychologist's wet dream.
As it were, he's a non-sexual hyperchaotic misanthropic seemingly-normal sociopath with a lethal sense of humor and a wicked sense of fun.
Mentality: If by mentality you mean his general outlook on life then we can easily state that he thinks life is his playground, and he's looking to rack up as many points as possible. Points with himself that is. For every act of cruelty, corruption, and horror he inflicts upon others he gives himself an amount of points. Multiply that by the amount of people truly afflicted by his antics, and he's got an increase in points. Life is also a joke to him, as are the lives of the useless sacks of flesh around him.
Ideal: Perhaps he'd enjoy it if all his plans went his way?
Belief: That life is playground and a joke, and that he's the proverbial asshole that pulls the wrong jenga block out on purpose.
Physical Information
Build: Athletic, from all his hating humanity and general disregard for animal and human life.
Defining Marks: None
Description: He's a normal sized boy of fifteen years of age. He has green eyes and black hair that's parted on the left side of the top of the head. He is nearsighted and needs glasses to see a great distance away, but for the most part he can function without them. He has muscles from hunting, playing basketball, and participating in trap and skeet clubs. Including those things he's fairly normal looking. You wouldn't particularly be able to pick him out of a crowd, nor would you remember seeing him most of the time, he's, in a word, ignorable. Though his eyes are sharp, and he notices just about everything that goes on around him. He has a pierced left ear, in multiple places and on the cartilage. He has the famous words of Cato, a roman senator and orator tattooed on his side, it reads Carthago Delenda Est. Which means Carthage Must Be Destroyed. There are numerous small cuts and minor scars on his body from various fights and scuffles. One bullet wound on his shoulder, two small stab wounds near his liver, three scratches on his forehead on the right side, a couple of old burns on the right side of his body, as well as a scar from when his appendix was removed. Including those things he has yet another tattoo on his body, and another. The second tattoo is across the whole of his back, a self devouring snake with the word Jormungandr being encircled by the snake's body. His navel bisects the word Wicked between the c and the k.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: Just a pair of glasses for his minor near-sightedness
Shirts: He wears a black and white zip down shirt with a high collar, the white borders the shit's edges and hems. He has several other shirts just like it, as well as some camouflaged shirts of various types.
Pants: Usually a pair of boot cut jeans, if not camouflaged combat fatigues of various types.
Shoes: A pair of Puma's for the day to day, or a pair of combat boots.
Misc: Oddly enough, he wears a simple cross.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Krav Maga
Years Practiced: 8
Description of style: Krav Maga's philosophy relies on using defensive and offensive maneuvers simultaneously, aggression and threat neutralization. There are no hard or fast rules to Krav Maga, as it is a style that is designed to keep the user safe and to maximize threat incapacitation by any means necessary. General principals include the following: Counter attacking as soon as possible or launching a preemptive strike, targeting the body's weak points, neutralizing the opponent as fast as possible with a stream of unbroken counter attacks, and if necessary, take downs and joint breaks, as well as general awareness to use the surrounding terrain to the advantage of the user. Petar is trained in the military/police application of Krav Maga, Assault and Threat neutralization.
History Information
History: Since I've yet to reach the character limit for this particular post, I'm going to shoot for that and hope I don't break the board. Be prepared for a ride that's not really all that wild, is mostly boring and dull, and requires the patience of someone that's had a frontal lobotomy and can't possibly get angry at me. Or you could just take some pain killers every time I give you a headache from my ceaseless rants.
Let's get on the subject of Petar now.
He was named Petar, it means the Rock, in his homeland of Serbia. He was born and raised there for the first four years of his life by his family. They consisted of a mother, a father, and an older brother. Nebosja was the family's name, it means without fear. So basically his parents dubbed him The Rock without Fear. That was certainly nice of them, because when they bought the proverbial farm when he was four he got shipped off to some relatives that were a bunch of fucking psychos. After spending a year with those relatives, they'll be discussed later, or not, depending if I feel like it or not, he was shipped off to Czechoslovakia. When he got there he ended up with an uncle who was a Krav Maga instructor, the local high school's basketball coach, and a hunter. That was how Petar got interested in Hunting, Basketball, Trap and Skeet, and he learned Krav Maga as a defense when he was seven. His uncle isn't really all that important, because those were the only things, aside from providing Petar what he needed, that the man had ever done for him. Love was left out of the equation.
Psychology majors: stop right fucking there. He isn't a bastard because he wasn't loved, his parents loved him plenty, they just died, that's why he's a bastard. Now as for why he's a misanthrope and why the personality section in this bio is so damn huge, well, there's no real answer for that. Perhaps it lies in that year he spent with those psycho relatives of his.
Anyway, when he reached fourteen years of age he was shipped off to the United States of America. However, instead of staying in Baltimore, like he was supposed to, he skipped on off to California. Then his uncle died in a freak hunting accident. Shot himself cleaning his gun with his mouth. It didn't affect Petar at all, he just shrugged and didn't care. His only concern was getting to whatever other family that was supposed to get him. They happened to be in California. Now they were American citizens, but they were also relatives of a sorts. The other living relative that he had wasn't available, otherwise he would have ended up in that man's care.
This is all sounding rather vague to you, but it's vague on purpose. The kid's a bit complicated, and this is a short summary of his history. When he arrived in California, he was fourteen years of age still, he started going to high school in upper California. Then his relatives decided it would be a great time to move south to Long Beach and live the good life, because the husband got a promotion at work and seemed to be doing insanely well financially. That was ok for Petar, he just played his basketball, shot things when he went hunting, and generally looked like a normal kid who avoided talking to people.
To bring up someone that I think is a huge moron and hypocrite, he's like Henry Thoreau in a way. That is the in the way that at one time Henry decided to live in the woods a stones throw away from town and had his friend bring him stuff so that he could live. What a jackass. Petar on the other hand was visible in life, he was on the basketball team at his old high school, and was just seen as a quiet guy. But that's what people tended to want to see in him, so that was what they saw. Note that this history so far has yet to show you why he has tattoos in certain spots, why he has scars in other spots, and why oh why the personality is insanely long. But I'm going to stop here and pick it up some other day because it's two in the fucking morning and I've got places to be in the morning.
I happen to have time before dinner so I'll do a little bit of typing for this particular character's history. For him, acting as if he was normal came pretty natural for him, as it were, he seemed pretty normal. But he wasn't, as you know, normal at all. That's kind of bland and plain to say but it's the truth. See, he'd sit at his desk during school, and pay attention in class. He'd barely talk to anyone, just to give answers to teachers who called on him, and to let people know that he'd prefer not to do anything with them aside from play basketball.
Girls would talk to him because he was the mysterious kid who happened to be really smart and was good at basketball. Of course he wasn't interested in girls, and he turned down all romantic interests. Which made them think he was gay, of course. He wasn't gay either, because a guy once asked him if he was gay, wondering why he wasn't in a relationship with one of those girls or if he was interested in being with anyone in particular. All he said to the guy was this:
"I'd prefer not to, I'm not interested."
Almost straight out of Bartleby the Scrivner, by Herman Melville. Except he just isn't interested in romance or companionship or friends or anything at all.
This is all anyone really knows about him. That he isn't interested in the people around him or the things they do, he's just interested in playing basketball, doing his school work, and going home to his relatives. He is Petar Nebosja, at first appearance a seemingly boring person.
So come with me, and discover the nuances of why he does the things he does, and so that you can discover what he does outside of his athletic and school life.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: A small shitty house on the shitty side of town with shitty windows covered in shit, and a shitty door held together by shitty screws and shitty.. aw fuck it. That wasn't convincing at all. Its just a regular cape cod house with two bedrooms, an office, 1 and a half baths, a basement, a living room, a dining room, a kitchen, fridge that barely works, washer, dryer that is too fucking loud and shakes the whole goddamn house, water, heat, and energy supplies, as well as an internet connection and a phone line, no cable.
Roommates: Who'd want to live with that guy?
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: "No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!"
Name: Petar Nebosja
Also Known As: Petar, TFG, FNG, Little Kaluskov
Age: 15
Height: 6 feet, 0 inches
Weight: 171 lbs.
Blood Type: O+
Gender: Male
Sexuality: None
Eye Color: Green
Hair: Black
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Basketball, Trap and Skeet, Hunting
Talents: Shooting, poetry.
Favorite things: Poetry, snakes, guns
Sports/Clubs Trap and Skeet, Basketball, Hunting
Misc.: Cookies?
Mental Information
Personality: To be short in general, he is not a very personable fellow. In fact he can be really goddamn rude. He's an asshole and he knows it, but he doesn't care. If he cared, he wouldn't be such an asshole. Perhaps it's not the lack of caring, perhaps he's just a lunatic, or a sociopath, or maybe he's just got a sense of humor that can be rather lethal. Whatever it is, he's wicked, in all senses of the word. That is to say, from Merriam-Webster: 1) morally very bad, 2) a. fierce, vicious, b. disposed to or marked by mischief: roguish, 3) a. disgustingly unpleasant: Vile, b. causing or likely to cause harm, distress, or trouble, 4) going beyond reasonable or predictable limits: of exceptional quality or degree. So if we go by that he can actually be summed up in that one word, wicked. He's morally very bad, fierce, vicious, disposed to or marked by mischief: roguish, disgustingly unpleasant, vile, causing or likely to cause harm, distress, or trouble, going beyond reasonable or predictable limits: of exceptional quality or degree.
But wait, there's more!
To continue on this long winded rant, let us state that he is exceptionally cruel, and finds things that are wrong, funny. For instance, if you show him pictures of the holocaust in all it's horror and inherent wrongness, he would laugh and start talking about how things were so much better in the old days. That is to say that he's not just an asshole nor is he just wicked, but he's also insensitive. To continue, he has no redeeming qualities, or no visible redeeming qualities, in fact it is not likely at all that he is a fully functional human being. If you were to approach him with say a rabbit, he would more than likely vomit because he wouldn't know how to react to such an adorable creature without having the insane urge to vomit and then proceeding to foam at the mouth and kill the fuzzy and cuddly creature.
In regards to forest animals as well as other animals and human beings he's completely and irrevocably unsatisifed with the current state of existance. That is to say he wished them all to cease existing. Not to say that he's the sort of person that wishes everyone would die because he's a sad and miserable soul. But he just really thinks the world might be better off without all those extra things in it. That's not to say that he's a sort of, oh, how to say it, environmentalist. Because if he were an environmentalist, he wouldn't want the animals to stop existing either. He'd just think it was fucking hilarious if every living creature, not plant, or maybe his malice towards life extends to plants, ceased to exist all at once.
Or maybe he's just a looney. But I'd really loathe setting him in a category because that's just too easy.
Speaking of easy, he's a misanthrope. That is to say that he hates both men and women, but to say which he hates more is not possible. His loathing is deep and is probably unfounded. For instance, he thinks women are annoying, stupid, loud, incoherent, a waste of air and water and space, and need to be shot. Men, on the other hand, he thinks are equally annoying, stupid, loud, incoherent, and a waste of said resources, and they also need to be shot. His hate does not, however, extend to himself, as he sees himself as not a person, but something else entirely.
He looks pretty normal though. His psychology is a criminal psychologist's wet dream.
As it were, he's a non-sexual hyperchaotic misanthropic seemingly-normal sociopath with a lethal sense of humor and a wicked sense of fun.
Mentality: If by mentality you mean his general outlook on life then we can easily state that he thinks life is his playground, and he's looking to rack up as many points as possible. Points with himself that is. For every act of cruelty, corruption, and horror he inflicts upon others he gives himself an amount of points. Multiply that by the amount of people truly afflicted by his antics, and he's got an increase in points. Life is also a joke to him, as are the lives of the useless sacks of flesh around him.
Ideal: Perhaps he'd enjoy it if all his plans went his way?
Belief: That life is playground and a joke, and that he's the proverbial asshole that pulls the wrong jenga block out on purpose.
Physical Information
Build: Athletic, from all his hating humanity and general disregard for animal and human life.
Defining Marks: None
Description: He's a normal sized boy of fifteen years of age. He has green eyes and black hair that's parted on the left side of the top of the head. He is nearsighted and needs glasses to see a great distance away, but for the most part he can function without them. He has muscles from hunting, playing basketball, and participating in trap and skeet clubs. Including those things he's fairly normal looking. You wouldn't particularly be able to pick him out of a crowd, nor would you remember seeing him most of the time, he's, in a word, ignorable. Though his eyes are sharp, and he notices just about everything that goes on around him. He has a pierced left ear, in multiple places and on the cartilage. He has the famous words of Cato, a roman senator and orator tattooed on his side, it reads Carthago Delenda Est. Which means Carthage Must Be Destroyed. There are numerous small cuts and minor scars on his body from various fights and scuffles. One bullet wound on his shoulder, two small stab wounds near his liver, three scratches on his forehead on the right side, a couple of old burns on the right side of his body, as well as a scar from when his appendix was removed. Including those things he has yet another tattoo on his body, and another. The second tattoo is across the whole of his back, a self devouring snake with the word Jormungandr being encircled by the snake's body. His navel bisects the word Wicked between the c and the k.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: Just a pair of glasses for his minor near-sightedness
Shirts: He wears a black and white zip down shirt with a high collar, the white borders the shit's edges and hems. He has several other shirts just like it, as well as some camouflaged shirts of various types.
Pants: Usually a pair of boot cut jeans, if not camouflaged combat fatigues of various types.
Shoes: A pair of Puma's for the day to day, or a pair of combat boots.
Misc: Oddly enough, he wears a simple cross.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Krav Maga
Years Practiced: 8
Description of style: Krav Maga's philosophy relies on using defensive and offensive maneuvers simultaneously, aggression and threat neutralization. There are no hard or fast rules to Krav Maga, as it is a style that is designed to keep the user safe and to maximize threat incapacitation by any means necessary. General principals include the following: Counter attacking as soon as possible or launching a preemptive strike, targeting the body's weak points, neutralizing the opponent as fast as possible with a stream of unbroken counter attacks, and if necessary, take downs and joint breaks, as well as general awareness to use the surrounding terrain to the advantage of the user. Petar is trained in the military/police application of Krav Maga, Assault and Threat neutralization.
History Information
History: Since I've yet to reach the character limit for this particular post, I'm going to shoot for that and hope I don't break the board. Be prepared for a ride that's not really all that wild, is mostly boring and dull, and requires the patience of someone that's had a frontal lobotomy and can't possibly get angry at me. Or you could just take some pain killers every time I give you a headache from my ceaseless rants.
Let's get on the subject of Petar now.
He was named Petar, it means the Rock, in his homeland of Serbia. He was born and raised there for the first four years of his life by his family. They consisted of a mother, a father, and an older brother. Nebosja was the family's name, it means without fear. So basically his parents dubbed him The Rock without Fear. That was certainly nice of them, because when they bought the proverbial farm when he was four he got shipped off to some relatives that were a bunch of fucking psychos. After spending a year with those relatives, they'll be discussed later, or not, depending if I feel like it or not, he was shipped off to Czechoslovakia. When he got there he ended up with an uncle who was a Krav Maga instructor, the local high school's basketball coach, and a hunter. That was how Petar got interested in Hunting, Basketball, Trap and Skeet, and he learned Krav Maga as a defense when he was seven. His uncle isn't really all that important, because those were the only things, aside from providing Petar what he needed, that the man had ever done for him. Love was left out of the equation.
Psychology majors: stop right fucking there. He isn't a bastard because he wasn't loved, his parents loved him plenty, they just died, that's why he's a bastard. Now as for why he's a misanthrope and why the personality section in this bio is so damn huge, well, there's no real answer for that. Perhaps it lies in that year he spent with those psycho relatives of his.
Anyway, when he reached fourteen years of age he was shipped off to the United States of America. However, instead of staying in Baltimore, like he was supposed to, he skipped on off to California. Then his uncle died in a freak hunting accident. Shot himself cleaning his gun with his mouth. It didn't affect Petar at all, he just shrugged and didn't care. His only concern was getting to whatever other family that was supposed to get him. They happened to be in California. Now they were American citizens, but they were also relatives of a sorts. The other living relative that he had wasn't available, otherwise he would have ended up in that man's care.
This is all sounding rather vague to you, but it's vague on purpose. The kid's a bit complicated, and this is a short summary of his history. When he arrived in California, he was fourteen years of age still, he started going to high school in upper California. Then his relatives decided it would be a great time to move south to Long Beach and live the good life, because the husband got a promotion at work and seemed to be doing insanely well financially. That was ok for Petar, he just played his basketball, shot things when he went hunting, and generally looked like a normal kid who avoided talking to people.
To bring up someone that I think is a huge moron and hypocrite, he's like Henry Thoreau in a way. That is the in the way that at one time Henry decided to live in the woods a stones throw away from town and had his friend bring him stuff so that he could live. What a jackass. Petar on the other hand was visible in life, he was on the basketball team at his old high school, and was just seen as a quiet guy. But that's what people tended to want to see in him, so that was what they saw. Note that this history so far has yet to show you why he has tattoos in certain spots, why he has scars in other spots, and why oh why the personality is insanely long. But I'm going to stop here and pick it up some other day because it's two in the fucking morning and I've got places to be in the morning.
I happen to have time before dinner so I'll do a little bit of typing for this particular character's history. For him, acting as if he was normal came pretty natural for him, as it were, he seemed pretty normal. But he wasn't, as you know, normal at all. That's kind of bland and plain to say but it's the truth. See, he'd sit at his desk during school, and pay attention in class. He'd barely talk to anyone, just to give answers to teachers who called on him, and to let people know that he'd prefer not to do anything with them aside from play basketball.
Girls would talk to him because he was the mysterious kid who happened to be really smart and was good at basketball. Of course he wasn't interested in girls, and he turned down all romantic interests. Which made them think he was gay, of course. He wasn't gay either, because a guy once asked him if he was gay, wondering why he wasn't in a relationship with one of those girls or if he was interested in being with anyone in particular. All he said to the guy was this:
"I'd prefer not to, I'm not interested."
Almost straight out of Bartleby the Scrivner, by Herman Melville. Except he just isn't interested in romance or companionship or friends or anything at all.
This is all anyone really knows about him. That he isn't interested in the people around him or the things they do, he's just interested in playing basketball, doing his school work, and going home to his relatives. He is Petar Nebosja, at first appearance a seemingly boring person.
So come with me, and discover the nuances of why he does the things he does, and so that you can discover what he does outside of his athletic and school life.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: A small shitty house on the shitty side of town with shitty windows covered in shit, and a shitty door held together by shitty screws and shitty.. aw fuck it. That wasn't convincing at all. Its just a regular cape cod house with two bedrooms, an office, 1 and a half baths, a basement, a living room, a dining room, a kitchen, fridge that barely works, washer, dryer that is too fucking loud and shakes the whole goddamn house, water, heat, and energy supplies, as well as an internet connection and a phone line, no cable.
Roommates: Who'd want to live with that guy?
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
| Slot | Item(s) |
| Head | |
| Hat/Bandana | Row 19 Column 2 |
| Earrings | Row 20 Column 2 |
| Glasses | Row 21 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Torso | |
| Shirt | Row 2 Column 2 |
| Jacket/Coat | Row 3 Column 2 |
| Necklace | Row 4 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Arms | |
| Arm | Row 6 Column 2 |
| Wrist | Row 7 Column 2 |
| Gloves | Row 8 Column 2 |
| Ring | Row 9 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Legs | |
| Pants | Row 11 Column 2 |
| Shin | Row 12 Column 2 |
| Shoes | Row 13 Column 2 |
| Belt | Row 14 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Misc | |
| 1 | Row 16 Column 2 |
| 2 | Row 17 Column 2 |
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: "No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!"
