Lawin
sofa queen
he wore his hatred—
the way you slam your body into mine reminds me i'm Q a x l x i x v x e
s k i n
position
student
affiliation
syndicate
insignia
the heel of his right foot
weaponry
throwing knives
anima
physik - enhanced speed
weakness
high-speed movement is difficult to control and adjust to. spinning out of control is a real possibility if he fails to concentrate enough. he is also very much prone to exhaustion and overuse, so he hast to take care not to go too fast for too long.
regalia
tiger claw necklace
height
6'1"
weight
77 kg
eyes
steel grey, flecked with hues of blue
hair
ash blond, frequently shorn
description
the buzzcut beauty with a mirror gaze that captivates and the kind of smile designed to make babies cry. nothing about andrey is soft. he is a vision of sharp angles and razor lines; lean-muscled and long-limbed; broad-shouldered and tall. his favorite color is black. obviously, his wardrobe reflects that. he may concede to the occasional splash of color, like white. or dark grey. just don't make him wear green (he hates green).
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student
affiliation
syndicate
insignia
the heel of his right foot
weaponry
throwing knives
anima
physik - enhanced speed
weakness
high-speed movement is difficult to control and adjust to. spinning out of control is a real possibility if he fails to concentrate enough. he is also very much prone to exhaustion and overuse, so he hast to take care not to go too fast for too long.
regalia
tiger claw necklace
height
6'1"
weight
77 kg
eyes
steel grey, flecked with hues of blue
hair
ash blond, frequently shorn
description
the buzzcut beauty with a mirror gaze that captivates and the kind of smile designed to make babies cry. nothing about andrey is soft. he is a vision of sharp angles and razor lines; lean-muscled and long-limbed; broad-shouldered and tall. his favorite color is black. obviously, his wardrobe reflects that. he may concede to the occasional splash of color, like white. or dark grey. just don't make him wear green (he hates green).
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[1] [2] [3] [4] [5]
s o u l
personality
andrey is a hard boy - raised on too much tough and too little love. a notoriously blunt speaker, he makes no effort to conceal his thoughts on a particular subject and rarely, if ever, filters his words. if asked, others might describe him as hostile and confrontational - violent, perhaps - but there exists a selflessness deep within him that shines through in the best of times. tough as he is (or acts), he is not immune to moments of tenderness, especially when it concerns people he cares about.
another thing about him is that he derives a twisted sort of pleasure out of fistfights to the point where the only thing that can calm him when his temper flares is a good right hook to the jaw. there is also a big part of him that delights greatly in the prospect of chaos. he has no problem getting into all kinds of trouble as long as it's fun - especially if said trouble includes breaking things or inciting a riot of some sort.
he also holds a strict preference for truth. he constantly tries his hardest not to lie, and expects the same out of others as a result. he has absolutely no qualms beating the truth out of them otherwise.
likes
the sound of glass breaking and wood splintering | picking fights | sparring | the wind against his skin whenever he's out running | animals | food | loud music | the color black
dislikes
waking up before the sun | bland dishes | liars | being talked down upon | deception | green clothes | the heat | having nothing to do | picking up after people | slow days
trivia
> he assigns colorful nicknames to everyone, regardless of their relationship status.
> never smokes and drinks alone
> fights everyone but also lowkey tries to hook up
> runs fast but walks hella slow
> "i have a lot of kinks but commitment isn't one of them."
brief biography
he made his bones in a house of smashed mirror. his old man was a drunk and his mama, a pleaser. together, they waged their war in tears and violence, in bed and on the pavement, bringing into the world a little boy who tried to be tough for his daddy and ended up with no love left in his heart. it's a tragedy, gasping for breath in a well of tears. a waste of headspace abandoned on the gates of requiem academy the moment his marked heel touched the floor. andrey does not speak about it just as others know better than to ask.
andrey is a hard boy - raised on too much tough and too little love. a notoriously blunt speaker, he makes no effort to conceal his thoughts on a particular subject and rarely, if ever, filters his words. if asked, others might describe him as hostile and confrontational - violent, perhaps - but there exists a selflessness deep within him that shines through in the best of times. tough as he is (or acts), he is not immune to moments of tenderness, especially when it concerns people he cares about.
another thing about him is that he derives a twisted sort of pleasure out of fistfights to the point where the only thing that can calm him when his temper flares is a good right hook to the jaw. there is also a big part of him that delights greatly in the prospect of chaos. he has no problem getting into all kinds of trouble as long as it's fun - especially if said trouble includes breaking things or inciting a riot of some sort.
he also holds a strict preference for truth. he constantly tries his hardest not to lie, and expects the same out of others as a result. he has absolutely no qualms beating the truth out of them otherwise.
likes
the sound of glass breaking and wood splintering | picking fights | sparring | the wind against his skin whenever he's out running | animals | food | loud music | the color black
dislikes
waking up before the sun | bland dishes | liars | being talked down upon | deception | green clothes | the heat | having nothing to do | picking up after people | slow days
trivia
> he assigns colorful nicknames to everyone, regardless of their relationship status.
> never smokes and drinks alone
> fights everyone but also lowkey tries to hook up
> runs fast but walks hella slow
> "i have a lot of kinks but commitment isn't one of them."
brief biography
he made his bones in a house of smashed mirror. his old man was a drunk and his mama, a pleaser. together, they waged their war in tears and violence, in bed and on the pavement, bringing into the world a little boy who tried to be tough for his daddy and ended up with no love left in his heart. it's a tragedy, gasping for breath in a well of tears. a waste of headspace abandoned on the gates of requiem academy the moment his marked heel touched the floor. andrey does not speak about it just as others know better than to ask.
INITIATED
the way you slam your body into mine reminds me i'm Q a x l x i x v x e
andrey belkin
nineteen | he/him | pansexual
nineteen | he/him | pansexual
—like a cruel second skin.
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