Mischa Zyomin | Criminal ●

[Mischa Zyomin]

Name: Mischa Lev Zyomin Age: 32 Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual Faction: Criminal Occupation: Body Guard Playby: Dramatical Murder, trip Traits Positive Resourceful Tough Fearless Hard-Working Good Instincts Impartial Versatile Negative Belligerent Sadistic/Masochistic No sense of loyalty Impatient Harsh Rude Sarcastic Someday \o/ History Mischa Lev Zyomin was born in Novosibirsk Russia alongside his twin brother to a pair of poor, young parents. The two boys really didn’t have a good start in life, with their parents barely being able to feed the family most of the time. Their father and mother worked themselves to the bone every day and night to keep their family in the shitty little apartment they had managed to get. Mischa was always a quiet child with a terrible temper, his brother was always the opposite. Loud but slow to anger. The two boys didn’t seem to get along very well at all despite the fact that they were identical twins. Mischa hated how loud his brother was, and from the time they were old enough to walk the two seemed to be getting into scuffles and fights every other week. The boys grew up in a rough neighborhood. Everyone in their building, just about, was doing something illegal to make money. Be it selling drugs, taking out hits, or prostitution, their parents were the only hard-working people in the building. Quite unfortunately their parents weren’t around enough to make a real influence on Mischa. It was desperation that caused them to entrust the care of the boys to the other tenants of the apartment, and while no physical harm would ever befall them, the other people in the building influenced Mischa greatly from a young age. He was much better friends with the other kids around his age than he was with his brother, he fit in with them well and felt like they were his family. By the time he started school, Mischa was already in very deep with the wrong crowd. Obviously, as a young child, not much was expected of him, but at the same time he was under their protection. The older kids were always dragging him along and doing things he didn’t really understand. They always took care of him, though. They never abandoned him. If they needed to run and he couldn’t run fast enough, someone would carry him. If anyone dared to harm him they were taken care of quickly and brutally. These acts sewed the only seeds of loyalty that Mischa would ever know. By the time he was twelve, he was deeply immersed in a lifestyle of thievery and vandalism. Being moral and honest people, his parents were distressed. They tried to pull him away from the lifestyle, but he had no interest in it. He felt little to no love for the parents who had worked so hard to keep him sheltered and fed his entire life. They had never been around, and it wasn’t his fault or their fault, it was just the way things had happened. There was a certain man that Mischa had met through the people in the building whom he considered more of a father figure. This man was deeply influential on him, teaching him to fight, defend himself, and how to get himself out of trouble. The man was known for taking children under his wing like this, and Mischa’s friends told him it was something to be proud of – with the man’s help he would rise above the squalor he had been born into. The man not only taught Mischa how to steal, kill, fight, and manipulate, but he put a very strong emphasis on the importance of education. Failing his classes was no longer allowed, he would pass them and graduate high school or the man would have nothing to do with him. Anyone can be a thug, he said, and he wasn’t interested in uneducated thugs. He also taught Mischa to fluently speak English and Italian, because these were languages that his “associates” spoke and it was important to never rely on a translator. While Italian didn’t stick quite as well as English, Mischa can at least understand and communicate basic points in the language. The man would turn out to be the leader of a medium-sized branch of the Russian Mafia. And through him, Mischa’s living situation improved. By the time he was sixteen, he was completely separate from his parents and living in one of the rooms of the man’s rather large house. At eighteen, he was more or less always at the man’s side. A guard dog, taught to bite on command. He never forgot the children from his old building, and got many of them jobs within the mafia as well. Through the man, Mischa would be able to travel to America, Italy, and several other places, broadening his view of the world much more than he ever would have thought possible. A trip to Italy would end with Mischa meeting the woman who would someday be his wife. She was someone’s daughter, only sixteen where he was twenty, and yet she was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever met. He spent his spare time during the trip with her, and they might have taken things a little too far. When he returned to Russia, he barely thought of her. She had been pretty and good lay, sure, but he wasn’t in love. However, a couple of months later the man he worked for would receive a very angry phone call. Their associate’s daughter was pregnant, and her father demanded that Mischa do the right thing. In the interest of keeping relations positive, Mischa was ordered to marry the girl. He wasn’t exactly pleased, Mischa wasn’t someone who liked being tied down, but he agreed because he knew it was his fault for being careless. When he spoke with her father and assured him he would be taking care of the girl, things smoothed over. It was agreed that they would be married the very next month, but there was a bit of hitch over where they would be living. The girl’s father wanted them in Italy, but the man Mischa worked for refused to lose the guard dog he’d trained for eight years. There was a lot of fighting, but eventually it was agreed that Mischa and his new wife would live in Italy until the baby was born, and then they would move back to Russia. The wedding went off without a hitch, and Mischa’s real family even attended. He and his brother did have a small disagreement, his brother arguing that if he could afford such a lavish wedding then he could afford to put their parents in a better home. Mischa was much too prideful to admit the money wasn’t his, but when he brought the idea up to his boss, the man actually seemed pleased and agreed to help him. Mischa was also aware that his brother was also offered a job by the man, but whether or not he took the job, Mischa never knew. He was left in Italy while all of his friends and family made their way back to Russia. He spent the next couple of months attempting to get to know his new wife, but apparently she wasn’t pleased with having him for a husband. Nor was she pleased about having to move to Russia, nor was she pleased about being pregnant. Hell she wasn’t pleased about anything. He did his best, he really did. He reminded himself that she was young and scared, and he was very gentle with her through her pregnancy. Maybe once she had the baby and moved to Russia she would settle and things would be okay. Wishful thinking. The birth of his daughter and the move only seemed to make her angrier. She was always screaming at him, mostly about things he couldn’t help – like the fucking cold. It was Russia. What had she been expecting? He could only take so much before he retaliated, though to his credit he never physically harmed her – even if she seemed to have no qualms about hurting him. To be fair, normally she couldn’t. If she tried to hit him, he could literally just hold her hands until she chilled out. He does have a rather long scar on his forehead where she threw a lamp at him one night, though. Eventually he started spending less time at home, and thankfully by the time his daughter was three his wife had calmed down. They had separate bedrooms and rarely spoke, but they did have one thing in common. They both adored the little girl they had made together. She was treated like a princess, and thanks to her Mischa ended up spending more time with his parents and brother. Over the years, his relationship with his wife never improved. He ended up seeking physical comfort elsewhere, and he was pretty sure she did the same. He didn’t care. They were getting along, or, more like co-existing and speaking to each other as little as possible. The man he worked for was getting older and frailer, and requiring more protection. He was also making bad decisions that often put people into danger. It was clear that he wasn’t fit to lead anymore, but he refused to step down and allow someone else to take over his post. Eventually Mischa became the only person he trusted and would allow himself to be alone with. Several people tried to get Mischa to “end it”, but he refused to betray the man who had helped him and taught him so much. That is until the man put his daughter in danger. It almost could have been misconstrued as a harmless comment, but it was made in front of the wrong people. Mischa had worked hard to keep his daughter’s existence a secret from people who might use her against him, and the man had ruined that within a few seconds. It wasn’t even two days later that his wife was screaming at him about some strange men who she had seen their daughter talking to when she picked her up from school. Mischa understood the anger. He knew it was justified. Killing the man wouldn’t take back what he had said, but it would prevent further errors. He cried after he did it. It had been quick, painless, much less bloody than other murders had been. But it had hurt. It hurt to kill the only person in the world he had ever been loyal to. There were certain people within the branch that wanted him to lead, but Mischa graciously declined. In the end, the man’s second-born son would take over. He promised to be a fair, if violent, leader. He left Mischa in his current position, despite being fully aware of the fact that Mischa had killed his father. “It was necessary.” was all anyone ever said when it was brought up. Eventually the new leader would approach Mischa about moving his family to America for a while. There were certain people who needed to be taken care of, certain ties that needed strengthening, and new ties to be made besides. He said Mischa was the only one he trusted to do it. Mischa didn’t like the idea, he had a bad feeling about it, but when he brought it up to his wife she actually seemed happy about the idea. He told his family he would soon be leaving, and his brother asked to come along. The other man offered no explanation, and Mischa didn’t ask for one. He actually felt better for it. He had never been close with his brother, but his brother had always loved his daughter. He would be traveling while his family remained stationary, and he knew he could trust his brother to keep his daughter safe. Several months later, the family found themselves in Sumner City. Mischa only spent one night in his new house before he was traveling to New York, then Boston, then Dallas, then Chicago, and city after city after city. It was pure chance that he happened to be in Sumner City when the event happened. Had it happened a day earlier or a day later, he would have lost his daughter forever. But it didn’t. He was approached by that being and offered a wish. The wish was almost laughable, but he wished to be legally separated from his wife. No use in staying with her in the toybox, after all. His insignia appeared in the form of a lion head on his side. His now ex-wife was none too pleased with what his wish had been, but she seemed to simmer down when he assured her that he would still be taking care of her financially. Due to his manner of work, he knew his daughter couldn’t live with him, and he wouldn’t have the girl living in any conditions he deemed below her. He warned his ex-wife that he would take care of her in a different way if she tried to keep him from seeing his daughter, though. Insignia Level 2 Human Voodoo Doll – Level One – Mischa’s power manifests itself in the ability to more or less become a human voodoo doll. For his power to work, he has to have a piece of the person first of all. Some hair, some skin, blood, anything will do as long as he has taken it from their body himself. He also has to maintain eye contact with the person throughout or else the power won’t work. So if the person were to look away while he was cutting himself, the wound would only appear on their body for as long as they had watched him. Therefore he has to be sure to inflict any wounds quickly before they have the chance to wince or anything like that. The wounds also remain on his body so if he were to do something fatal he would die as well. Human Voodoo Doll – Level Two – Level two of his power makes it slightly more useful and slightly less dangerous for him to use. While he has to initially make eye-contact with someone for it to work, it will still work if they look away. However, he has to make eye-contact at least once for every wound he wants to inflict. The wounds still heal at the same rate for him therefore he is still barred from doing anything too debilitating or life-threatening. He still needs to have a piece of the person on him as well for the power to work, however, this piece can now be gathered by someone else and given to him. Dire – Passive – Mischa’s passive takes the form of a wolf-dog he has named Dire. The thing is about the size of an average German Shepherd and looks rather similar to one as well, though it maintains wolfy features like the consistency of its pelt, the size of its feet, and its eyes. It cannot speak, nor does it seem to be particularly more intelligent than any other dog. It is fiercely loyal to Mischa and his daughter, though. He tends to leave the thing with her more than he takes it with himself. Extra He has a ten year old daughter who is the light of his life. He would kill or die for her without a second thought. He has a twin brother who also lives in the toybox but he has little to do with him. The two are as different as night and day. He absolutely despises his ex-wife, but he puts up with her so he can see his daughter. His body is littered with scars, fresh, and partially healed wounds both from the use of his power and his rough past. He has a tattoo of a cross in between his pectoral muscles just like every other member of his branch. OOC OOC Name: Ellie How did you find us?: Nai <3 Other Characters: LOLOLOLOL

[Neko]

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