#((a pavel rp blog here~~~~))

[ipcadteam-pavel]

WELCOME!!!

Hello! This is the account of Pavel Zhimolostin of IPC Advertisement Team. My Team and I will help you make your name known in our vast universe! I will also answer any of your questions about our team's services or about any of the products we promote. Just mention me in a post or send a private message.

Contact info:

Phone: [phone]

E-Mail: zhimolostinpavel@ ipc-mail .com

He/him

Available - Mon-Fri; days off - Sat, Sun, will not reply to work-related questions.

OC INFO

Name: Pavel (can also be called Paul or Pasha)

Surname: Zhimolostin

Gender: male

Age: 27-ish

Likes: people thinking good of him, bell peppers.

Dislikes: home planet, ham.

Values: personal comfort, personal gain.

IPC Advertisement Team is a small group of low-ranking IPC workers, falling under Marketing Development Department. The Team usually does some promotional work for smaller businesses allied with but not under the IPC or less successful projects of the IPC. The sales don't go extremely high after the Team is done with the work, but noone can say that their methods don't work at all.

Pavel is not in charge of his team. It was his idea to get a Tumblr account, though. "After a year we've built a good enough following on other social media platforms, I think it's time to start selling to a wider audience".

Pavel wasn't living in any poor conditions before, but he wasn't satisfied with the life he had, so after getting an irrelevant education he set off to work for the IPC. His main goal of leaving parents' home was acheved quickly, but Pavel isn't going to stop there. Now he has a goal of living in the single-person dorms...

MOD'S NOTES

I, the mod, will not let anything I dislike slip through: from extreme bigotry (that I recognise, that is) to extreme sensuality Unless I (or Pavel or The Team) want/need to make a statement against something. I am an adult, so sending NSFW is actually alright. I just won't really act upon it. Unless I want to make it funny. Just not my stuff yet.

The days listed here aren't actually the days lf the blog activity, alright?

I will leave a lot of phone numbers and links here. I will try to put in spaces so nothing activates, but all of the links will be made up from scratch. If I leave anything, don't touch them, IDK if I accidentally conjure a working phishing link...

My first language isn't English. I can come up with something odd, not going to lie, but I will use punctuation the way I know it. Which isn't like in English.

My name is Maiza, you can use she/her or he/him to talk about me.

I am just testing the waters here. Eveything comes for the first time, right? And this is my first RP blog.

Mod posts will start with "Mod:...", unless I forget, lol.

TAGS (will update)

#IPC promotes - advertisements

#mod posts - mod talking, mod answering, mod posting updates about the account and all

#Zhimolostin's personal business - posts about outside of Pavel's social media presence

#Business e-mails - interactions with other rp blogs

#Pavel posts - Pavel's personal posts

#hsr oc #hsr rp #honkai star rail #introduction post #mod posts

[ensnchekov-a]

I’m happy here, abroad⸺among the stars⸺I don’t feel like going home.

ENSNCHEKOV ⸺ An indie RP blog for Starfleet’s top navigator, Pavel A. Chekov of the Star Trek Alternate Original Series (The Kelvin Timeline). Semi-selective, mun is over 25. Extremely headcanon & beta canon inspired, with other influences drawn from TOS & of course the films. Multiverse / AU / crossover friendly, OCs & canon characters alike welcome.

@nebulaties​​​ gave this to me and it is so very pretty i love it thank you so much

#i have to use the pretty edit aaaaaa #look at my boy! #i offer to the world...a navigator! #i think this is all the important info you need for promos right? #right. totally #sp. #star trek rp #sci fi rp #it's not 0100 rn shhhhh #i'd say don't perceive me but this is a promo in order to have pavel be perceived

[ask-the-crackhead-malignants]

Welp, you found me

This is my second blog I use for just rps

My main blog if you want to send in asks and art requests: @xxgamer-gurl-drawzxx

Make sure to check the pinned post on my main blog before role-playing or interacting with me on here

Mod name/Mod of this blog: Julie

The following characters on the blog:

MFM (Mid Fight Masses) ocs

GG - 15 - She/they - Really a chaotic mess, real stubborn with a pinch of sass and some sarcasm, a bit too overly determined at times - Tag: #That Loud Red Canine // GG

Oreo - 12 - He/him - Real playful once you get to know him, normally timid around newcomers due to past, gets a little aggressive sometimes - Tag: #The Poor Traumatized Puppy // Oreo

Sophie - 12 - She/her - A gremlin child most of the time, also a total weirdo too, makes the wrong decisions but is a good friend to have around - Tag: #Loyal crackhead at your service! // Sophie

Choco - 9 - She/her - A little naive at times, can be sassy too, an energetic goofball when she has too many sweets in one sitting - Tag: #New fren to play with! // Choco

Nøt Føunđ - _Error_Loading_Age_? - They/them - Mysterious, impatient even if they claim otherwise, mostly a carefree being - Tag: #The Mysterious Virus // Nøt Føunđ

Anne - Undead - She/her - A little shy at first, mostly sympathetic, wouldn't hurt a fly (maybe a cockroach on the other hand if she has to though...) - Tag: #The Undead but Polite Mother // Anne

Velveeta - Immortal - She/they - Kind hearted at first, wouldn't get her upset though - Tag: #The Sweet Nun/Demon // Velveeta

Milshavski - Immortal - She/they - Mostly quiet and doesn't care, overprotective around loved ones, easily annoyed - Tag: #The Alpha Female of the group // Milshavski

Blubrii - Immortal - She/her - A little crazy at times, supposed to be the stable one but stupid instead, total mood - Tag: #The Hyper but Caring Sister // Blubrii

Svetlana - 13 - She/her - Really quiet most of the time, a goth, looks moody and unfriendly but really is nice and open-minded - Tag# The quiet but friendly goth // Svetlana

Pavel - 17 - He/they - Normal and casual on the outside, internal screaming in the inside, a germaphobe, your local "emotional support" buddy - Tag# The goth's older bro // Pavel

Bansu - Over 2,000 yrs old probably - She/he/they - A mostly misunderstood nun who gets called "insane" very often because of what she does, only slays demons or any other demonic/abnormal being and is very strict about that - Tag: #The Demon Slaying Nun // Bansu

Dark Lord - ??? - They/it - Manipulative, a real sneaky and sly one, likes the 'scaredy cat' types (not affectionately, but to kill them later on) - Tag: #The Manipulative Overlord // Dark Lord

Current AUs I plan of my ocs

EXE AU (working on a remaster soon)

Murder Drone AU (still in progress)

Madness Combat AU (still in progress)

Café AU (still in progress)

Anon tag: #You new here runt? // anon

Mod tag: #Your local Idiot On The Internet // ooc

Important note/lore tag: #New info... Let's pay attention // announcement

Event/Starter tag: #What is happening here? // event/starter

Random reblog tag: #Hmm... This looks neat! // reblogs

Rp/reply tag: #A new adventure awaits // rp/reply

My art tag: #Doodle Dump O'clock // my art

Reblogging art (not mine) tag: #Others Creative Art! // not my art

And uh, that's mainly it (Keep in mind that I won't get back to you that quickly, I reply back a bit slow at times. If I don't respond quick enough then I'm probably busy doing other things/replying to someone else, not in a good mood, or asleep so my apologies)

#do not reblog #pinned post #introduction post #Your Local Idiot On The Internet // ooc

[cosmiicheskaya]

Independent, semi-selective RP blog for Cosmo the Spacedogーman's best friend, Guardian of the Galaxy, and all-around good dog.

Headcanons and inspiration taken from games, films, and comics, with a lot of historical events drawn upon for Cosmo's backstory. His speech will be a mash-up of the first person from the films and the third person he always uses in the comics with regards to how he refers to himself.

This is a sideblog to @ensnchekov, so follows will come from there unless they've changed how sideblogs work, idk. Blog activity will be sporadic and secondary to Pavel, my main muse. All manner of crossover welcome. Written by Red, 25+, here to spread the love for the galaxy's best dog.

Brief rules under the cut.

Mun is thirty plus, so this is a 21+ blog due to the large age gap.

Cosmo is extremely powerful and very open with his psionic abilities. They are always active and he often uses them without thinking to probe easy to read surface level thoughts despite knowing that this can be invasive/uncomfortable for many people. I'll always discuss things with you before letting Cosmo use his abilities and even for just the basic mind-reading, I'll make sure you're comfortable with that.

I'll throw Cosmo anywhere. The Continuum Cortex gives him access to anywhere, anywhen, so crossovers are never an issue and always welcomed.

I am OC/canon friendly, I only ask you have a rules page, brief bio, and your age on your blog somewhere.

Cosmo is a dog. He always was a dog, always will be a dog, was never human and does not want to be. Despite his hyper-intelligence resulting from his mutation, he still exhibits dog behaviour, has dog instincts that he follows, all that. He likes to be pet, he likes treats, he likes to play fetch, he's fiercely loyal, so on and so forth. I'm not going to cut that out.

That being said, shipping is a no-go on this blog. It's just not going to happen. Cosmo can think people are very attractive (he's not blind) and make comments as such, but nothing is ever going to come of it.

Typical roleplay etiquette applies. Don't be a dick. Don't come at me with anon hate, don't write my character for me, and please show similar enthusiasm with your replies. Give me something to work with, that's all I ask. I don't want to be the only one trying to move a thread along.

#ooc. */ speak! #pinned post

[diveronarpg]

Congratulations, KAT! You’ve been accepted for the role of PUCK. Admin Rosey: There's nothing that thrives more in Verona than chaos and Kat, that's exactly what you brought us - a character that exudes nothing but pure and utter chaos. Your para sample highlights perfectly the best and worst of our beloved Puck and his unapologetic satisfaction in being the best at being the absolute worst. Verona has endured many things but it has yet to endure Puck - and honestly I'm not entirely sure it will. Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Kat Age | 24 Preferred Pronouns | She/her Activity Level | I think I’ll be able to get on quite a bit! At least two or three times a week, but likely more! Ya girl dropped a whole job ya YEET Timezone | EST How did you find the rp? | I originally came across it in the lsrpg tag, also I miss y’all :( Current/Past RP Accounts | These are links to inactive past accounts! https://neosy.tumblr.com/ https://grchcmisms.tumblr.com/ https://99gael.tumblr.com/ https://halogenq.tumblr.com/ https://odinbellc.tumblr.com/ ;)

In Character

Character | Puck, Pavel Lam

What drew you to this character? | beautiful chaos and twisted humor, a spring in the step of a child-like demon, all soft face and sharp features. they live life as if there are a lack of consequences, laughing in the face of harbored restrictions and societal rules. they swindle, steal, and slice, color the world with trickery and a wicked grin. they’re absolutely flavorful, chocolate cake with bitter, poison icing, long sticks of candy cane that are licked too sharply pointed.

similar to the likeness of peter pan, of trickster gods, and all devil-may-care figures. he is forever a boy, but parading as a man, selfish and big-headed. i see potential dripping from the deepest of crevices, his heart burrowed in armoured steel, tasteless victory.

what draws me to pavel lam? sweet, sweet chaos fed to me like grapes from adonis himself. let me unleash the beast of my writing in all its absolute, unruly nature. let me shatter glasses of whiskey by chucking them towards my fireplace as i express all the ways he can shred plans like priceless documents. i crave blood-stained teeth and busted knuckles, the dance of a jester as he makes away with all the kings gold. the clanking of chains and countless rings adorning fingers, gluttony and swallowed sanity. dear god, what doesn’t draw me to this character?

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

i. pride he shrugs, his silhouette not at all coy nor a picture of interest, but on the other side of a turned back there are gritted teeth and balled fists. he supposes it’s the curse of a person forced to work for their success, scramble and claw for riches. nothing tears him apart like a lack of respect, ironic and hypocritical from someone who can’t recall the definition of the word most days. he cannot stand being discounted, or ignored, more likely to smile at a drink thrown in his face than a turned back. his pride will eat him alive if he lets it, will consume him whole without mercy, and he cannot let them know how much it bothers him. he keeps secrets and lets blood pool his mouth from having his teeth sunk too harshly into his tongue. he can only clench his jaw so tight before something begins to splinter, a comment or a jest just an inch too far, just a little too close to home and something is bound to snap; an aging dam that still struggles against the weight of its burden.

tread lightly, or beware of the snakes in the long grass.

ii. greed it’s never enough, not all the riches in the world, not the most dangerous task nor highest penthouse. they can’t be sated by grandiose or any price tag, though such things are very well accepted and stolen. he will take all that is offered and more, refusing to reject any task that seems of interest, anything that feels as if others would turn it down out of fear or otherwise. these are the things that get people killed, and still he only laughs, the sight of his own blood lighting mirth and distaste. he feels no pity for himself, no self-preservation active in his mind or body. it’s only a matter of time before he finds himself in a situation that he even his wit and silver tongue cannot get him out of. danger signs do not flash so brightly to him, the dense fog filling the road in a blind search for glory and gore, his fingers grasp in the darkness and he plays it all as a game.

once and awhile, headlights cut through the mist in a warning.

iii. shame at night his muscles twitch and ache in sync with the pain in his chest, stood in his bathroom mirror with smudged glamour and horrid eyes – hurt, and disdain for his hurt. who is this person in the reflection? weak, and caked with dirt, hideous, with weighted skin under dull eyes that look pitifully vengeful? at night he stays out to avoid the man he shares his apartment with, the one who glares at him through the framed glass in his bathroom, the sleepless monster that feels everything he ignores, drunk and full of nightmares so that the pavel who works and the pavel who socializes can laugh and spit and jeer. the man who cowers under sheets and stares at blinking clocks is human, disgustingly so, and he rots and rots until he pulls his arms through decadent sleeves embroidered by gods. he does not cry, but seethes, and then he pulls himself together, all intoxicated and wild, the character, the jester, the mercenary.

he plants his hands on the cold porcelain edges of his sink, locks eyes with the reflection he sees, and laughs as if mad.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | you know me, the more pain, the more suffering, the more gain. bring it y’all.

In Depth

In-Character Para Sample:

he sits in the backseat of a parked stretch hummer with his legs spread in a dramatic fashion, leaned back in his seat with aloof expressions, careless posture. it’s not his car, but he dominates the atmosphere, the perfect center of attention, the other man’s eyes steadily on him, as it should be, as he intends for it to be. silvers drip from him, a newfound love of chains and jewelry, pretty and powerful. he looks unimpressed, perhaps playing his version of coy as he says, “okay, you have me here, now what on earth are you going to do with me?” all sharp teeth and glinting eyes, a modern day dionysus filled with lies and mirth, devilish words with a darkened tone, he leans forward, his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand. pavel smells of fortunes, far from the street rat in rags, far from desperate but perpetually greedy, his grin so sharp it practically glows in the dark, could easily be imagined floating in midair, hovering above the leather seats.

they’re only here to play games, fingers gleaming with rings and itching to touch, to sully, to disrupt.

in instances like this they feel perhaps immortal, catching the light of the car overheads, the glare and tinted windows blocking the blackness of the late night outside. yes, mother, a child not designed but merely thrown together, a sloppy collection of limbs and blood becomes something beautiful, something frightening, so very terrible. a boy who had to struggle for money now carries himself as if he has had it his whole life, so comfortable in luxury, shrugging at expensive things and putting his shoes on the interior of italian leather.

“you know what you’re here for.”

pavel’s lips pull back in a wicked smile. the knife digs into the bottom of his calf in his boot.

it’s all too easy to play a part; pursed lips, crossed arms, sunglasses perched on the end of his nose. he appears petulant, perhaps wanton, poorly postured at a gala. expensive clothes but in an under dressed manner. he caught the targets attention immediately, an old married man with a high price on his head, a chunk of gold hidden in his chest, a new rolex behind his temples, and that’s all he sees now, not blood beneath flesh or rolling veins. if he is inhuman, then so is the man, objects for objective purpose, paid for in cash and carnage, a handsome face with chilling features.

he whispers lies and gets pretty words in response.

he likes it this way, business perceived as business, no fluttering eyelashes and personal questions, just the words of ‘roll over’ and a ringing, gawky laugh in response.

this is what war looks like to him now, red tinted club lighting and soaked underfoot, sleight of hand and golden letter openers, expensive bottles of wine and chandelier shards etched into skin. he suits this as well as he did sloppy street crimes, officers never minding the homeless man on homicide scenes; now they turn their backs to boys with expensive things, petty and spoiled, they assume, not worth their time. he climbs into the other man’s seat easily, a swing of legs over hips, knees fitted and he leans forward. it’s then that the feeling inside the car changes, near imperceptible to the eye but distinguishable by the way the man suddenly squirms, feeling less in control still, suddenly trapped. pavel gets close, faces nearly touching, eyes all humor. “what’s wrong? you wanna be on top?” he laughs, and the man pushes his chest, trying to get him off but pavel tightens his grip, fingers pressed tightly to the top of the seat on either side of the man’s head. “this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he feels the panic, the surge in energy, and it’s then, in one quick motion, that he unsheathes the knife and plunges it into ribcage.

he still does his best work with messy murder, pulling the knife out and slamming it into the man’s chest a second time, the leak of blood getting on his clothes, pants and undershirt black for good reason.

blood runs red yet appears inky in the under-lit vehicle, seeping out of wounds like tar, a monster escaping a body first in slow motion and then all too quickly. bodies get cold fast to him, his interest only spanning how long it takes for the light to leave your eyes before it’s on to the next. not a minute to waste, unopened bottles of champagne lay waiting to pop, showers of wine and new gadgets and shiny things to replace the new gaping void he feels in the cars interior. it doesn’t make him quite nauseous, but something inside him rolls. disgusting. boring.

he removes his long white over shirt now tainted with red and discards it on the floor of the vehicle carelessly, leaving a black wife beater on his person and opening the door, one leg sliding out in front of the other. he stills just a moment outside the gaudy vehicle, allowing only a moment to pass before the dull click of a lighter.

Extras:

playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6BpLUvLJ5B0AShSPXzf4sT?si=xZj_nNlVTWOQqzk3K2S_Ig hc: owns gucci slides unironically

#accepted: puck #accepted

[ensignnavigator]

things i like to know about rp partners !!

FILL IN:

i like to be called: ???? I don’t have a nickname

my favourite colour is: midnight blue and gold, olive green

gender: Female

one thing you should know about me: I try to keep my muse up but they get lost very easy. If I do a reply that seems off, and you’re not sure how to reply, feel free to let me try again in a few days, I’ll probably have a better idea then. Don’t ever feel like you have to reply to something that might not work. 

one thing you should know about my muse:  Pavel’s personality seems to vary greatly based on who he’s RPing with. Eve is unsure about how to interact with people a whole lot so she might do or say weird things sometimes. Savida’s a vulcan that doesn’t really exist on here yet. 

first language: English

second language: Thanks to school, in Japanese I’m just barely conversational, I have the grammar mostly down but I do need to refresh my vocab. Kanji fucks that all up tho so it’s not that useful. Thanks to duolingo I could probably talk about kitchen stuff and newspapers in Italian.

HIGHLIGHT:

age range:   under 13  |  14–17 | 18–22 | 23–25 | 26–29 |  30+ |  70+

am i okay with nsfw?: yes | no | maybe

my favourite/most common thing to rp is: angst | fluff | smut | crack | action | other

oc friendly?: yes | no | depends

rp blog:  does | doesn’t contain ooc posts

Tagged by: @shipwhisperer​

Tagging: All a y’all

#I'm so sorry I missed your tag friend I completely didn't see this

[my-hand-in-your-pocket]

Razorbeard?

SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING;

DO I FOLLOW THEM?: yE!!!

WHY DID I FOLLOW THEM?: i considered off and on about whether or not to follow. my buddy @thescarletguardian​ said “hey this person is actually rad” and i took the plunge! uwu

DO WE ROLE PLAY?: ye! (i need to catch up ahahah x.x)

DO I WANT TO ROLE PLAY WITH THEM: YE!!!!

AN AU IDEA FOR OUR MUSES: i cant do au’s bc my head will explode x.x

A SONG FOR OUR MUSES: I’ve shown you this one before: I Will Never Be The Same - As My Heart Explodes. As Cale descends and capitulates to his overwhelming anger, Phae tries to be his guiding light and pull him back in the other direction, try to help him “resurface”. To Cale, anger is so tempting, the illusion of being invulnerable and strong. it tempts with the illusion of power and quick emotional gratification, feeds the ego and ultimately causes so much damage. even worse, it’s fueled by the past and anxieties from the present. left unchecked, cale could easily become the kind of guardian phae had always warned about. she will see this as an opportunity to try to unseat him from that behavior in the Vengeful One arc. “Take this light, and hold it close to you... think of me when there’s darkness inside of you...”Anger is something I’ve struggled with for decades, and I know how easy it is to give in. that rush of power, that temporary emotional high is no bueno - not in the toxic way it had its grip on me. Another reason why this song really comes to mind when it comes to cale and phae, really.

DO I SHIP OUR MUSES?: YOU BET YOUR ASS I DO

WHAT I THINK ABOUT THE MUN: one of my three favorite people here and a trusted friend. i love our time on xb1 bs’ing about rp, coming up with new ideas and general horsing around! i think you were the one to suggest “Tower hide and seek” and i was doing fine UNTIL YOU SHOWED DREX-MUN WHERE I WAS HIDING YOU CONNIVING TRAITOR xDmun is also great for emotional support when things get rough. idk i think i just whine to the three of you in general when things go wrong xDi like listening to your ideas, and i like how all of your oc’s are different. different personalities, backgrounds, goals, methods to their madness. something i enjoy seeing is how your oc’s are emotional, and not robotic or flat. it shows there’s another side to that sneering convict, the lone wolf with no family, the hot-head, the playboy occultist and so on. and the fact that your oc’s ghosts are so active in rp is something i like seeing too, especially with the dynamic you have going between them and their guardians: dutch trying to keep cale on the level, prometheus keeping things lively with pavel (though i haven’t rp’ed with pavel and prometheus enough to see how they behave around each other)i have a crush on cale

OVERALL OPINION: A+ demon hunter! helped me in the war against my inner demons in 2016 and gave me a more fun rp experience nwnbut seriously, mun is nice and fun to hang around. for some reason he seems to think i am not Good and Pure™ or a Clean, Innocent™ bean???? i have only lived upright in the light and not strayed from the path of righteousness??????????

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#xD #Anonymous

[nova-of-avalonia]

I'm sorry lol. That was for the mun

//Lol. I wasn’t sure. I have role played as the following:

Harry Potter - Harry PotterClark Kent - Smallville/Justice LeagueGreen Lantern - Justice LeagueTasuki - Fushigi Yuugi House - House, M.D.Jim Kirk & Pavel Chekov - Star TrekSherlock Holmes - BBC SherlockLister - Red DwarfLeon - Petshop of HorrorsKili, Bilbo, Frodo, Legolas - The Hobbit/LotR

But as far as playing someone I haven’t played yet... Hm.. I dunno. I usually don’t get into wanting to Role Play unless I talk to someone else who also fans it, and then I start to think about it and it kind of comes out like that.I got into playing Dean because my private role play partner isn’t into Supernatural, and I found a Sam online and started talking to them as Dean Anon. Then created the account and a year later, here I am (almost two years, omg!)Then I created @samwinchester-rp blog because @tricksterxangel and I started talking and I enjoyed talking to her so much I wanted to do threads with her. 

[diveronarpg]

Congratulations, KAY! You’ve been accepted for the role of PUCK. Admin Rosey: One of the things I adore most about Puck is how vivid he is. There’s something about him that I believe is difficult to capture -- but when it is done, it’s done so well that you can’t help but feel a little breathless at how beautiful it is. Kay, you absolutely managed to capture him and add wholly new and unconsidered layers to his character. In this application you gave him complex dynamics, new layers, and kept him fun, lively, and chaotic all at the same time. Puck promises to ruin Verona (as if we need more of it -- but we do) and I can’t wait to see you wreak havoc with him on the dash. Be ready to be bombarded, because every single member is going to want in on this fun.. Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

out of character

Alias  |  kay Age  |  19 Preferred Pronouns  |  she/her Activity Level  |  6/10 - i’m in my freshman year of college so i only have time to properly write two or three times in a week, a lot more often on weekends. i’m also on discord almost all the time on mobile! Timezone  |  gmt+3 Current/Past RP Accounts  |  my 1x1 blog, a more recent account, and a past one

in character

Character  |  puck, pavel lam!

What drew you to this character? |  i have to admit i’m always drawn towards chaotic characters, and this chaotic neutral crime boy easily caught my attention. i could imagine him tripping over a wire and going ‘oops’ when he accidentally triggers a bomb, i could imagine him running away at the first sight of being committed (to anything and anyone), and with his wicked sense of humor and personality, i feel like he would be a really fun character to play with. not gonna lie, i’m also a sucker for showing the other side of characters, and even though he is all smiles and grins with an easy sense of humor, i also am very interested in things that could trouble him and make him quiver.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character?

FAIR IS FOUL, FOUL IS FAIR: you run from your conscience like you ran away when you shoplifted the first time, heart racing, beat pulsing, throwing yourself forward even though you are out of breath. lies fall from your lips easily, glitter hiding the darkness of the abyss you have ignored for so long. there is only so much you can ignore, so much you can attempt to hide behind a carefully constructed veil. conscience versus pavel, it’s a battle he often wins, perhaps not this time. it’s a pair of innocent eyes staring up at him when his hands are drenched in blood, so familiar to a boy who was also once lost that he freezes on the spot. the question “where is mommy?” sends a foreign chill through his frame, something he hasn’t felt for years. pavel has to face the consequences of his actions, it’s not always just a face behind a trigger, but a family behind it, and seeing it first hand is always different than running away immediately and never seeing how things unfold after a body is found. pavel will run away yet again, but forgetting a pair of eyes may not be as easy.

HARD AND CURLED AND READY TO SNAP: when you pride yourself for complete and utter apathy, it’s not often rumors get under your skin, push all your buttons in the worst way possible, make you grit your teeth and clench your fist that your nails cut into your palm. pavel has always cared too little for what people say to him, what people think of him, but his vanity wins over sometimes, pride is an ugly beast that rears its head when he hears rumors about how he botched one of his first kills. the person in front of him laughs and mocks, and he admires himself for not punching that smug face right then and there. doing so isn’t on the table for the fear of getting on the bad side of a mob, and even though pavel has always resented both of them with the entirety of his being, he knows what to avoid, for the sake of self protection. that doesn’t mean he won’t fight back however, he will find a way… even if it’s through petty words akin to those spoken about him.

LA LUNE NE GARDE AUCUNE RANCUNE: even the word commitment feels like a chain around your neck, “where were you born?” they ask, you shrug, and tell a different story each time you fill their glass with liquor. “do you have any siblings, family?” is another question that is a complete buzzkill, making you shake your head and say there is no need for such empty questions. you despise the people that brought you onto this earth so much that their only saving grace is that you enjoy living so much. those two, however? they deserve nothing, they did nothing. so it is not good news that you hear of them, stumbling into a distant relative who is way too mouthy, you receive word from your mother, which is a shock for completely two reasons. one, you hate her, and two, how isn’t she dead yet? an anchor weighing you down is the least thing you want, especially in this type of profession, and you hate that you need to deal with that also.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? |  yep! i love pain.

in depth ( in-character interview )

— ❝ What is your favorite place in Verona? ❞

   “whenever there is fun—” pavel supplies quite easily, leaning back against his chair, the signature grin on his face never fading. his company seems quite interested in him, and that’s always something he enjoys, so it shouldn’t be a shocker that he is going to take his sweet time. he reaches for the glass of whiskey on the table, swigs the glass slightly though he is all doing it for show, just a little pause before he drops the next line. “right now, you are quite lovely, so how about here? this can be my favourite place.” a charming smile follows, a game of pull and push he has played so many times. it’s only when laughter reaches his ears that he decides to answer it somewhat seriously… as seriously as pavel can.

   “it changes, darling, really —” he tilts his head a bit to the side, purses his lips in thought. such a gorgeous… and chaotic place as verona, it’s hard to pick just one place. “i’d say… twelfth night & the tempest? at night of course, it turns into such a… nice place, it’s always wonderful to dance there and meet new people.” perhaps that doesn’t disclose the entire truth, but he isn’t willing to add anything else either. as night goes on and with more alcohol in his veins, he will soon realize that perhaps the home he built for himself is the place he treasures the most, something he built from scratch. for someone with no origins and no home, pavel is quite proud of his ‘humble’ abode, looking out to the city at night in his balcony, imagining everything that goes on in those dirty streets. a part of him longs to be there, a part of him already thinks of the next job ahead — one thing for sure, he doesn’t have it half bad.

— ❝ What does your typical day look like? ❞

  “well — i usually wake up late, as late as i possibly can.” it’s already late enough already, and pavel has always been fond of the night more than the day. when it comes to his occupation, however, it’s not a complete myth that most of the crime happens at night. in his case, he would say a little more than half of his jobs do take place when it’s dark outside, but it isn’t a necessity to only kill at night — whatever is required of him, he will supply, if they compensate him properly. his tendency to sleep-in, on the other hand, is mostly because he loves being outside when it’s late, when everything takes a different quality, the city bares itself open to the stars and all the secrets flow out. it’s enchanting, and when he isn’t drunk or too busy to go through with a kill, pavel takes time to enjoy it, whenever he can.

 the rest of the day, though, it utterly depends on what he is supposed to be doing, if he needs to gather information on a target, or simply needs to pay the bills, no two days of pavel lam are identical. but there is so much you can disclose over drinks, which is why he continues on, just as lightly. it’s always fun to figure out which identity he will pick up next, which details he will use to embellish his lies. it’s not the most original one this time, but he knows it’s dull enough that no one will question him. “however, if i have morning classes, i have to get up early. it’s torture, i’m telling you —” he shudders as a part of the play, sighing and plopping his face on his hand thats propped up on an elbow on the side of the bar. “then i’ll have classes… i’m looking forward the end of this year, i truly am. part-time work at a coffee shop is hell, but i make do. hopefully with a degree, people will pay me better.” education isn’t something pavel has ever cared about in his life, and the only few times he was in the radius of a college was for a job. he’s always seen it as an unnecessary luxury, empty expectations people await from their children. who needs to waste their lives in schools? look at pavel, he’s doing just fine. food on his table, designer clothes on his back, what else can someone need? he grins as always in the end, swatting his hand alongside the faux frown on his face from seconds before. “and at night… i’ll go to bed. it’s quite dull really.” he usually rubs the blood off of his hands before that but eh, it’s close to the truth, he muses.

— ❝ What has been your biggest mistake thus far? ❞

   a puff of breath leaves his mouth at that, the grin faltering for the shortest of seconds. that’s not a question he has to answer often, and constructing a lie will take slightly longer for that reason. “not buying you another drink?” he asks, tilting his head again as he signs the bartender to fill their drinks. it’s a question that throws him off rhythm, but pavel has worked on a façade for so long that it’s not easy to break it with just one question. he supposes a normal college student could say “the truth is, i had to change majors, wasted a year, my parents were pissed”, and so he does, adding a shrug at the end of it. it’s not easy to admit your mistakes, and it’s even more difficult when you’re pavel lam. one that comes to his mind the most prominently is the fact that he did mess up a job back in the day, let the target get away for a day before he tracked them down and finished the job. it had repercussions from his employer, and getting scolded is easily one of the things he hates the most. unluckily, he had to suck up because he did fuck up, but luckily, he managed to fix his mistake and the employer didn’t mention it to anyone, at least to pavel’s knowledge.

— ❝ What has been the most difficult task asked of you? ❞

   he supposes this also has to do with the story of him being in college, so he easily makes up a lie for that, a frown on his face to go with his story. “there are some difficult assignments, but if you mean in a broader sense… it was to try to follow what was expected of me. it’s a great burden you see, but i suppose i’m fulfilling it now.” it’s such a lie that he fights off a grin — pavel lam couldn’t care less about expectations, following in his parents’ footsteps, for he would be dead right now if he was like either one of them. god forbid. pavel adds mentally, he is much better than they could even dream of being.

  ( as he lies on the bed late at night, the answer to the question comes much easier, when he’s walking the line between being awake and asleep, his mind easily supplies him his first kill, blood spreading on hardwood floors, painting them a darker brown. he remembers the dead pair of eyes looking up at him, and the urgency of how he fled, how his voice trembled as he talked back to his employer about a job well done. he supposes, as quick as his first kill was, his conscience sees it as the most difficult task he ever had to follow. if you ask a sober and awake pavel, however, he’ll decline all of that in a heartbeat. )

— ❝ What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues? ❞

  now, this is the one that seemingly puts him in the most sour mood. he supposes everyone in town speaks about them, it’s impossible not to hear those two names when you live in verona, especially so if you dabble in the more illegal side of things. however, it doesn’t mean pavel likes any of those two mobs, if possible he hates them both absolutely equally. he takes another swig from his drink and displays some of his contempt as he lets out a “why are we talking about them again?” with a little shake of his head. his lies and stories have been going well so far, and even though he won’t break the façade he is playing, the idea of belonging to one of those mobs is enough to make him grumble. only after a second he continues, looking back at the person in front of him. if he could let out all of his thoughts, he would — but then again, self preservation kicks in. you can’t shit-talk those who run the city without getting in trouble. and for that reason and for the sake of not ruining the night, he filters it, he doesn’t trust this person to tell them his actual thoughts. “i’d say the city would be… easier to live in without them.” fucking idiots, he means. i wouldn’t be upset if they dropped off the face of earth, he holds back. instead, he grins again and speaks. “but not that i would know, i usually stick to my studies, my work — and the occasional night out.”

extras

here’s his pinterest board, there’s a mock blog for him here and i have also posted two moodboards there: x, x!

#accepted #accepted: puck