Ikashev Chmykhov

[Lamora]

Do you have any prior experience with Requiem? If so, please detail when (and what characters, if desired) you previously played:

Yessir.

Briefly summarize your prior role-playing experience in a sentence or two:
Why do you wish to play on Requiem, and what do you expect from the shard?

Good ol’ fun RP.

What will your character’s name be?:

Ikashev Chmykhov

Please briefly describe the physical attributes of your character, including age, looks, height, weight and any notable features:

Ikashev is a spindly man of above-average height. At first glance, one would first notice the tattoos that litter nearly every inch of his skin, ranging in different styles and qualities. His body is thin and sinewy, holding no fat. Though he barely appears old enough to be called a man his pallid face is gaunt, deep red circles lingering around his over-large pale blue eyes. His inky black hair is hastily cut and combed back behind his sizeable ears.


Briefly state your character’s intentions or motivations for entering the First Province:

Having been recently reunited with a long-time friend, he was convinced to join him within the first province where they might find new opportunities for advancement and prestige within their shared interests.


Briefly provide a pertinent detail or notable quality of your character’s history (this does not have to be exhaustive nor revealing of any information you wish to keep secret):

Ikashev was born in a small fishing village along the coast of the Caddoch Sea, within the region of Teramer. While poverty was an ever-present companion to many within Teramer, the self-sufficient nature of their village allowed Ikashev and his family a fair degree of security. He was the youngest of 5 brothers, the baby of the batch. He spent his days alongside his brothers and father working upon both shore and boat and knew peace for a time.

His eldest brother was the first to join the war front when he was taken to train as a Templar of the church, pride filled not only him but all those within the household. It wasn’t long after another brother would follow suit, and then the next, and the next until it was not but Ikashev who remained. Years passed without a word of his brothers’ fate and life continued for the small family.

It would be 4 years before they heard anything, upon faded parchment alongside clanking coin. Great honor and service to the church, a life well spent, though short it was. Three more letters would follow in the years to come. Then a fifth, as honorable as the others, this time ‘inviting’ Ikashev to follow suit and fulfill his duty to the Republic as his brothers had. And though his father insisted upon it, his mother would see he would not meet the same fate. And so she left with him to Redholme, posing as refugees fleeing the torment.

They took up residence within a small ramshackle community of refugees on the outskirts of Redholme. There Ikashev would meet a young man by the name of Jahandar who would set him up with work within one of the local organizations. Though often nefarious in nature it paid well enough to provide for both him and his mother.

Briefly write an in-character response to the following scenario:


His body ached as he stood within the mass of humanity that formed the hap-hazard line to the First Province. He scratched hungrily at his side and could feel his bones ache with a similar hunger. It was a preternatural sensation that revealed the frailty of his being, an odd composition of flesh heaped upon marrow. Held upright by intricacies beyond the scope of any mind. A thin layer of pale flesh holding all within like a sack, one prick, and out it goes. He had seen it many times before, how the ichor within seem to yearn for release, eagerly taking its first chance at freedom.

It was only natural, Ikashev mused, that all things dreamed of freedom in some form. He himself held similar dreams, dreams that had brought him to this forsaken place. In adversity was found opportunity, in desolation, hope for new beginnings. A shout struck out ahead, Ikashev’s pale eyes snapped up from his feet, setting upon the Officiant who now appeared to be waving towards him. Had he been called forward? He looked back to see the crowd stretched out behind him, blinking a few times before turning to face the Officiant once again. With meager steps he approached the man, offering a soft smile as he arrived.

“Ah, greetings, sir.” Ikashev leaned forward and with one hand placed a finger up while the other rummaged through the inside of his coat pocket. “I have it here somewhere. Just a, uhh..” Both hands now joined in the search, going from pocket to pocket in hurried movements. “Just a moment.” A hand moved down into the crotch of his britches, as it grasped something a surprising expression took Ikashev’s face. “Oh, that’s not it!” A nervous laugh followed, another awkward moment passing before Ikashev found the object of his search: a crumpled piece of parchment hastily tucked away within his boot.

“Aha!” He held out the paper, smoothing it against the desk before pushing it forward to the officiant. “You will find everything in order, my friend. A bit worse for wear but still valid, I hope? Official…” Ikashev leaned forward, placing a finger on the seal stamped upon the visa. “You see? The Holy Church! Decus be praised.” He laughed once again, nervous eyes looking to the guards residing in the distance.

[Coty]

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