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INTRODUCING LALALA

AGE: 23

ROLE: The Artist

FACECLAIM: Maxence Danet Fauvel

STATUS: Taken by Admin Emma

It began with drawings, a doodle of a boy standing in the winter snow all alone. When asked where his mother and father were, the boy would only look up, eyes hollow. They’re gone he says. And then he would return to his scribbles, conjuring up all the things he could have ever wanted on sheet of paper.

He started at an orphanage, unwanted for eleven years before the institution closed which left him fending for himself. He was a street urchin, finding solace in the crevices of the alley ways. He slept on the streets with others like him, resorting to stealing for his survival. Every day was a challenge. He was unwelcome everywhere, faces that were never short a scowl - some going even as far to chasing him out of the premise with tools on hand. He had bricks thrown at him, chased with brooms and even drenched in ice water. These moments were living hell. It wasn’t until he stole from a man named Peter Serov that everything changed.

Unlike the other adults who looked at him with scorn, Peter had a warmth in his honey colored eyes. Mikhail soon found himself delivering supplies for the man while simultaneously learning of what he did. Within a month, Mikhail was taken under his wing and for the first time, he had someone who treated him as he was, not a ruffian but a child. While Mikhail’s education had been stunted, he showed promise in the arts. He learned quickly and began to finish the work that Peter couldn’t complete. If it weren’t for Peter, he may not have ever truly lived.

By the candle light, Mikhail worked hard to please. He was nearing the prominent age of eighteen when Peter told him he would be his heir - name and all. He could barely swallow, eyes tearing up. He had been given a winning chance to survive in the world. He was no longer just Mikhail but Mikhail Serov. As Peter’s health began to worsen, Mikhail increasingly became more involved with royal commissions - his reputation growing as he amassed a small fortune and fame for himself. All seemed well until he found himself staring at a reflection of a man. The portrait of a man who held such similar resemblance to him. Was this the key to his past? And fervently he dug and dug, poking through paperwork that were long sealed away. But he had eventually reached the truth. He was a disposed bastard with a mother missing and a father unwanted. It was as if his heart was being gnawed on once more. But he could no longer linger on the circumstances of his existence. Peter was his father and it was upon his death bed that Mikhail swore to live on righteously regardless of what he was born into. Fools die forgotten but your greatness will be remembered in history. And then the old man breathed his last breath.

Kirika Harigae ( loves ) : He was struck in awe the first time he met the raven haired beauty. She was nothing like anything he had ever seen and desired to draw her at once. And it was in those first drawings that he became more and more besotted. He needed her by his side, sparing no moment to capture her beauty upon blank canvases. He teased her at first, amused by the delicate nature of her rebuttal. But the more that he’s accompanied her, the more he values every smile that comes his way. She was his match, his soul mate - and he would stop at nothing to prove so.  

Yana Eristova ( road of recovery ) : The truth of his birthright had been revealed by the return of Yana. Knowing of her existence as his mother had left him shell shocked and stomach churning. He could barely cope, torn with confusion and anger. And yet once he learned of his mother’s story, he began to take slow steps to recovery. Good in nature, he could not hold hatred for the woman who had given him life, not when she held him in tears every moment she saw him. He does her best to shoulder her burdens despite the foolish rumors swirling in their close relationship.

Oksana Agapova ( upcoming masterpiece ) :  He had longed to paint Oksana’s visage but she had shunned him almost immediately. Mikhail never took her dismissal personally and continued on his path of blazing success. He had nearly forgotten about the ballerina until she had approached him herself demanding for her portrait to be painted. Easy to give in, he agreed. It is when the two are alone that he has sensed a vulnerability that she has never presented otherwise and he hopes to capture that essence upon the canvas. While it’s far fetched, he hopes that they could someday become friends.

Dimitri Drozdov ( confidante & friend ) : Mikhail would have never had the chance to step foot into Dimitr’s residence if it weren’t for a kind recommendation. It had been an honor to be invited to paint the portraits of one of Russia’s most esteemed families. However what had started off as a simple request turned their relationship into something closer. Through Dimitri, Mikhail has learned of the tumultuous gossip and troubles that plagued the upper class. It brings him much inspiration and he enjoys the stories. They have become close companions over time.

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INTRODUCING LALALA

AGE: 23

ROLE: The Artist

FACECLAIM: Maxence Danet Fauvel

STATUS: Taken by Admin Emma

It began with drawings, a doodle of a boy standing in the winter snow all alone. When asked where his mother and father were, the boy would only look up, eyes hollow. They’re gone he says. And then he would return to his scribbles, conjuring up all the things he could have ever wanted on sheet of paper.

He started at an orphanage, unwanted for eleven years before the institution closed which left him fending for himself. He was a street urchin, finding solace in the crevices of the alley ways. He slept on the streets with others like him, resorting to stealing for his survival. Every day was a challenge. He was unwelcome everywhere, faces that were never short a scowl - some going even as far to chasing him out of the premise with tools on hand. He had bricks thrown at him, chased with brooms and even drenched in ice water. These moments were living hell. It wasn’t until he stole from a man named Peter Serov that everything changed.

Unlike the other adults who looked at him with scorn, Peter had a warmth in his honey colored eyes. Mikhail soon found himself delivering supplies for the man while simultaneously learning of what he did. Within a month, Mikhail was taken under his wing and for the first time, he had someone who treated him as he was, not a ruffian but a child. While Mikhail’s education had been stunted, he showed promise in the arts. He learned quickly and began to finish the work that Peter couldn’t complete. If it weren’t for Peter, he may not have ever truly lived.

By the candle light, Mikhail worked hard to please. He was nearing the prominent age of eighteen when Peter told him he would be his heir - name and all. He could barely swallow, eyes tearing up. He had been given a winning chance to survive in the world. He was no longer just Mikhail but Mikhail Serov. As Peter’s health began to worsen, Mikhail increasingly became more involved with royal commissions - his reputation growing as he amassed a small fortune and fame for himself. All seemed well until he found himself staring at a reflection of a man. The portrait of a man who held such similar resemblance to him. Was this the key to his past? And fervently he dug and dug, poking through paperwork that were long sealed away. But he had eventually reached the truth. He was a disposed bastard with a mother missing and a father unwanted. It was as if his heart was being gnawed on once more. But he could no longer linger on the circumstances of his existence. Peter was his father and it was upon his death bed that Mikhail swore to live on righteously regardless of what he was born into. Fools die forgotten but your greatness will be remembered in history. And then the old man breathed his last breath.

Kirika Harigae ( loves ) : He was struck in awe the first time he met the raven haired beauty. She was nothing like anything he had ever seen and desired to draw her at once. And it was in those first drawings that he became more and more besotted. He needed her by his side, sparing no moment to capture her beauty upon blank canvases. He teased her at first, amused by the delicate nature of her rebuttal. But the more that he’s accompanied her, the more he values every smile that comes his way. She was his match, his soul mate - and he would stop at nothing to prove so.  

Yana Eristova ( road of recovery ) : The truth of his birthright had been revealed by the return of Yana. Knowing of her existence as his mother had left him shell shocked and stomach churning. He could barely cope, torn with confusion and anger. And yet once he learned of his mother’s story, he began to take slow steps to recovery. Good in nature, he could not hold hatred for the woman who had given him life, not when she held him in tears every moment she saw him. He does her best to shoulder her burdens despite the foolish rumors swirling in their close relationship.

Oksana Agapova ( upcoming masterpiece ) :  He had longed to paint Oksana’s visage but she had shunned him almost immediately. Mikhail never took her dismissal personally and continued on his path of blazing success. He had nearly forgotten about the ballerina until she had approached him herself demanding for her portrait to be painted. Easy to give in, he agreed. It is when the two are alone that he has sensed a vulnerability that she has never presented otherwise and he hopes to capture that essence upon the canvas. While it’s far fetched, he hopes that they could someday become friends.

Dimitri Drozdov ( confidante & friend ) : Mikhail would have never had the chance to step foot into Dimitr’s residence if it weren’t for a kind recommendation. It had been an honor to be invited to paint the portraits of one of Russia’s most esteemed families. However what had started off as a simple request turned their relationship into something closer. Through Dimitri, Mikhail has learned of the tumultuous gossip and troubles that plagued the upper class. It brings him much inspiration and he enjoys the stories. They have become close companions over time.