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Elsewhere Accepted / Caspian Fedorov|Elsewhere Teen
« on: 02/12/2017 at 19:58 »
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CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Caspian Constantine Fedorov

Gender: Male

Age:Sixteen

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Lazarus and Diana Fedorov (NPC)

Residence:
Russia(Past) London(Current)

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Nope

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
nope

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Emaline Woods, Athena Bonnet and Juliette Rose

Biography: (100 words minimum.)

On January 15th, A little daredevil was born to a high class family located in Russia. Both parents Lazarus and Diana were enjoyed to have their first child be a son that way he could carry on the family name and follow in his father's footsteps. Little did they know, Caspian would become a troublesome child and rebel against everything. Living his whole life in Russia, Caspian had seen it all. The harsh winters, the celebrations and parties, the architecture, everything.

At a young age, Caspian's father tried to train his only son into becoming this perfect businessman. Of course little Caspian never listened and preferred to go play with his wooden toy cars.

About two years later the Fedorov family welcomed another child into the world, a little girl named Anastasia. Instead of being that older sibling who tried to ship their youngest sibling away, Caspian loved Anastasia with all his heart. He took on the protective older brother role at a young age and always spoiled his baby sister. Growing up together, Caspian and Anastasia grew tight and would always be there for each other.

As he grew up, Caspian's father never stopped trying to train his son into following in his shoes. Fights and shouts were the usual in the Fedorov house.

One year, Lazarus had somehow bribed Caspian into attending a business party that many pureblood would attend. It was that very party when Caspian met the Grey family. Lazarus had been business partners with Malcolm Grey and both men wanted to have their sons meet. For first impressions, Caspian already thought of Lucian as another stuck up. Caspian kinda pitied Lucian because it seemed that Luc's father already had taught the boy how to be and who to be. After that party, Lucian and Caspian never seemed to talk again.

When Caspian reached around the age 16, his family moved away from Russian and to London instead. Caspian hated it all because he would miss his Russian home and friends. To make things worse, Anastasia would be sent off to a boarding school back in Russia for all girls. Caspian was upset, angry and sad all at the same time. Now that the Fedorov family had moved to London, Caspian would have to get used to the British style of things.


Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"

Roleplay Response:

Of course Caspian's motorcycle had to break down at some random park.

That afternoon, the young Russian wanted to take a light drive around London and get familiar with all the places and people. Oh and to escape his father's wrath and annoying voice. The problem had been was Caspian didn't check the gears and motor before he drove off. So there he was, stranded at a popular park with no spare parts.

"John, I said wait up!"

Lifting his head from inspecting his vehicle, the dirty blonde haired boy glanced out towards the field where a small girl was running after a ground of pesky boys on brooms. His eyebrows frowned slightly. Being that he grew up with a little sister who he loved dearly, Caspian didn't get how these boys would just ignore the smaller girl who seemed to be having . If it had been him he would have at least tried to help her learn to fly.

"You!"

Caspian blinked in confusion as the smaller girl suddenly pointed to him. Did she catch him staring at her? Was she pointing to someone behind him?

Looking behind him, Caspian saw no other person.

"Извините?(Excuse you?)" Caspian pointed to himself with a confused facial look. What did this girl want from him? From the way she address him made Caspian slightly rethink about how those boys should pity the little girl.

"...Do you want to play?"

"**Играйте со своей метлой? Нет, спасибо, у меня есть дела, чтобы сделать маленькую девочку" Caspian fluently spoke and but suddenly realized that this girl must have no clue what he was saying. Clearing his throat, the boy started again.

"Sorry little girl, I dont play with toy brooms. Maybe you should find someone who had more experience" Even speaking English, his voice kept his Russian accent.

Being in Russia, Quidditch wasn't really a thing that existed. Of course when his family took trips out to England, Caspian would watch a few games here and there but he really didn't prefer the sport. Reading and working on his motorcycle were more of the things he would prefer to do.


**Play with your broom? No, thanks, I have business to do a little girl

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