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м е ш Merchant [M:-600] 253 POSTS last seen Feb 7, 2023 7:17:53 GMT -5 HMMMMMMMM	feofilakt i. sewick \| district one // fin Jun 10, 2014 15:30:20 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by м е ш on Jun 10, 2014 15:30:20 GMT -5 Name: Feofilakt Iliaovich Sewick Age: 18 Gender: Male District/Area: District One Appearance: Personality: History: Codeword: odair Other:
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❝feofilakt iliaovich sewick❞

male ☇District ONE ☇eighteen

APPEARANCE

Dark haired and dark eyed, people say that Feofilakt carries a cold, uncaring sort of appearance. A general appearance that includes a short, choppy raven hair with highlights in the bangs. Neither rugged, nor classically handsome, his charm would most likely lie in his somewhat elegant air. Dull eyes that shift between an amber to an almost black depending on the lighting are outlined with eyeliner to give him a more, well, Feofilakt look.

He reaches a height of 5’9'', and training has left him with a wiry kind of muscular physique, the final thing people see when they bother to throw a glance. Feofilakt's pale complexion seems almost flawless, as long as you don’t pay too much attention. He's almost like a quick sketch, from a distance he looks fine, but look closer and all the mistakes and faults of the pen, in his case, his acne, comes into focus. Usually, he tries to hide these underneath hair and hell, even makeup.

Feofilakt's expression is generally stuck in a resting bitchface, and he lets his eyebrows do the talking. From the way they crease and rise, they do more to show his emotions than his lips, which barely move from their scowling position. On the corner of his lips, there's almost always a cut or bruise of some sort, and he worries the lower one, licking them as if they're chapped, or unhealthy.

At the ends of his arms are long, slender fingers, and on his wrists he collects bangles and watches and bands and whatever he can find around. Although he often pretends to give off a don’t-give-a-damn kind of feel for how he looks, Feofilakt actually does care, and sometimes even goes out of his way to look decent. Beneath his clothing are the several scars resulting from his masochistic interests, though he'll never tell exactly where they came from. Some are along his torso, some run down his legs. Feofilakt isn’t incredibly proud of these, as he spends quite some time trying to figure out how to conceal them.

PERSONALITY

Feofilakt is a prime example of the last person someone wants to be friends with. Carrying an unwelcome air to him, Feofilakt constantly finds everyone around him as stupid nuisances. In his eyes, he is the only person who has a word worth saying, and everyone else should zip their lips or have their tongue sliced out. While he appears to be humorless, this is simply because Feofilakt rarely laughs at the jokes of others. He considers everyone to be plebeians far beneath him, and their jokes are essentially garbage in all forms. Feofilakt does laugh, but it rarely means well, considering how he’s a masochist.

Pain in all its forms inflicted upon him is an aphrodisiac. Psychological abuse, physical beatings, emotional seesaws: it gives him a bloodrushing thrill Feofilakt cannot describe. Insulting him makes his eyes light up. Depending on the person, he'll gain a dreamy look in his eyes and a little crook in his lips. As for the physical, he'll flash a shit-eating grin through split lips and a bloody mouth. Each bruise is a kiss. Each welt is a caress, and he can be quite vocal if he so chooses.

This is rare, as Feofilakt tends to be quiet, calculating, the cool predator lurking in the fog to snap at the heels of passerby. Although he seems to have everything in control, he's actually constantly in a hidden stress. He likes pacing, schedules, deadlines, and timeframes, as this type of structure is how he runs things. Being late is an annoyance to some and unforgivable to this one. How he structures things is near compulsive. He doesn't like certain foods to touch and eats his food clockwise. Plants are watered from left to right.

Whenever he has a break from training, Feofilakt draws. He has no problem setting up his sketchbook out in the field, as it is a peaceful project, not violent in ways of training or his mother's fits. Feel free to mistake his eccentricity for slowness. Feofilakt is vicious in hand-to-hand combat. Just because being beaten makes him purr doesn't mean he'll take it willy-nilly. After all, he has a self-righteous side to him, and those he deems beneath him are not worthy to touch his flesh. "Dirtying" his person will result in him attacking you.

Feofilakt is not the most affectionate type. He does things like that in quiet gestures. His intelligence and reliability is appreciated by others, but his eccentricities are sometimes too strange to overlook. He is surprisingly resilient when it comes to being left alone. When he forms a bond, it is intense, but must be forged over long periods of time, but the only example of that was with Aleksandr.

HISTORY

Feofilakt was born in the outskirts of District One, near the mountains surrounding the Capitol. From a young age, his parents impressed discipline and structure upon him and he was taught to be independent. Soon, Feofilakt learned that the world was as cruel as a winter storm. Rather than breaking beneath it, he sought to be a mountain and weather it through.

To those who surmounted an ultimate defense, he found the other children were horrified by his wild eyes and bloody grin when he kept getting up after every fight, every crash on training equipment, every bad encounter with a bully. His parents owned a dog of their own, but to be honest, Feofilakt never had anyone to be close to until his parents adopted a second child to be his younger brother by two years, named Aleksandr. He saw the chance to try and bond with someone besides his dog.

Aleksandr and Feofilakt's bond sprouted something fierce, to the point that Aleks would run to Feofilakt's arms first as opposed to their parents. Both of them were rather strict people, particularly their mother, who was more like a volcano than a snow-topped mountain. Aleksandr was the one to skirt out of the way, while Feofilakt remained a strong mountain even in the screaming meltdown that ensued during their parents' fights and their backlash at their sons.

Feofilakt took the verbal abuse “Aleks, don’t you ever be like that piece of shit brother of yours” and the physical abuse “I DON’T GIVE A SHIT OF ALEKS WANTED TO PLAY ON THE MOUNTAINS. YOU GOT HIS ARM BROKEN AND I’M GONNA DO YOURS” as pleasantly as a paper airplane in a gentle breeze. Strange, since most teenagers took to depression and anger. He just had been taught to be a mountain: strong and highest above all.

As he grew older, the demand for a worthy career tribute fired up. Feofilakt went to the training center more than ever. He came home covered in sweat and dirt, but his body fleshed out into something decent. His accomplishments were dismissed. His faults were exaggerated. This was also around the same time his adopted brother's voice started cracking, Aleksandr dealing with school and training and family bullshit in a way he couldn't handle like Feofilakt. Aleks took to physically lashing out at others as a way to deal with frustration. At first it was at school, then he started talking back to their parents.

Feofilakt came home to one of these fights at dinner. He snatched Aleks up by the wrist, essentially dragging him out of the house before it escalated into something serious with his parents. Despite their bond, Aleksandr snapped at him, punching Feofilakt in the jaw. Without warning, that masochistic gleam jumped back into Feofilakt's eyes, and Aleksandr staggered backward in surprise with the ease he had taken the hit. He told him that if he wanted to lash out, then it could be against him.

The relationship with his brother twisted into the physical: punching, slapping, screaming, bawling, things Aleksandr could take out on Feofilakt without earning scorn or hatred. Things went downhill after Feofilakt's seventeenth birthday. Aleksandr was sent to a boarding school for "bad kids". His parents separated, leaving him to live with his mother.

With all the pressure to perform well came the sins born from his masochism. He took the bruises with all of the kisses and hair-pulling that came with pretending to have extra training and sneaking out of the house and experiments. It was weird, taboo, and shameful, but this was Feofilakt and the way he found could distract himself from reality and his mother's over-expectations.

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