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❝ ˗ˏˋ I’m a goth, not a fucking emo, asshole. ´ˎ˗ ❞

˚ · .G E O M E T R I C S. · ˚

↬ Full name ↫
🥀 ┊ Andrey Sokolov

↬ Nickname(s) ↫
🥀 ┊ An, idiot, jackass, goth, frat boy, emo

↬ Birthday / Age ↫
🥀 ┊ August 15 | Twenty-nine years old

↬ Gender / Pronouns ↫
🥀 ┊ Male | He | Him

↬ Orientation ↫
🥀 ┊ Bisexual

↬ Occupation ↫
🥀 ┊ President of Russia | Former Legal Shark™

❝ ˗ˏˋ I don’t pose for propaganda. I create it. ´ˎ˗ ❞

˚ · .A P P E A R A N C E. · ˚

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🥀 ┊ Voice | Deep and silken
🥀 ┊ Height | 6'4" — 193cm
🥀 ┊ Build | Broad-shouldered, lean muscle, classic “tall dark bastard” energy
🥀 ┊ Skin colour | Pale with a hint of inherited tan

🥀 ┊ Hair
◌ Colour ┊ Viking blond
◌ Length ┊ Short, long enough to rake fingers through
◌ Texture ┊ Thick and wavy

🥀 ┊ Eyes
◌ Shape ┊ Hooded
◌ Colour ┊ Sunset blue (deadass stunning)

🥀 ┊ Distinguishable marks
◌ Beauty mark ┊ Near the corner of his left eye
◌ Scars ┊ Long, jagged slash down his back (classified origin)
◌ Tattoos ┊ Left arm — a winding collage of snakes, roses, and vines from wrist to shoulder
◌ Birthmarks ┊ N/A

🥀 ┊ Aesthetic(s)
◌ Old Money (for press)
◌ Gothcore (always)
◌ Normcore (to make people uncomfortable)

❝ ˗ˏˋ Fuck you, fuck your family, fuck everyone. ´ˎ˗ ❞

˚ · .F A M I L Y / R E L A T I O N S H I P S. · ˚

↬ Parent(s) ↫
🥀 ┊ Inessa Sokolov-Armano | Mother | Alive — Loves her son but distant due to Andrey
🥀 ┊ Dante Armano | Father | Alive — Loves his son, but distant due to Andrey

↬ Sibling(s) ↫
🥀 ┊ Sabrina Armano-Sokolov | 20 | Younger sister | His soft spot
🥀 ┊ Anette Armano-Sokolov | 17 | Youngest sister | The favorite, not that he’d admit it

↬ Significant other(s) ↫
🥀 ┊ N/A — (but chaos and scandal pending)

↬ Friend(s) ↫
🥀 ┊ Inner circle | Vanya Kaprov and Blake Ace
🥀 ┊ Close friends | Same as above (against Vanya’s will)
🥀 ┊ Acquaintances | TBD
🥀 ┊ Distant friends | Kalix Yezekael-Ace

↬ Pet(s) ↫
🥀 ┊ Siamese cat | Male | Name: Komandir (“Kom” for short)
🥀 ┊ Rumored to hate everyone but him

❝ ˗ˏˋ He has no chill, no mercy, and no idea how to whisper. ´ˎ˗ ❞

˚ · .P E R S O N A L I T Y / H I S T O R Y. · ˚

↬ Personality ↫
◌ Adequacies
🥀 ┊ Strong-willed | Ambitious | High pain tolerance | Sharp-witted | Manipulative in a way that’s hot
◌ Inadequacies
🥀 ┊ Reckless | Obnoxiously dramatic | Holds grudges like trophies | Cannot shut up | Ego taller than he is

↬ Eccentric(s) ↫
🥀 ┊ Always wears black in summer. Claims it’s for the “aesthetic.”
🥀 ┊ Sends threat-texts formatted like poetry
🥀 ┊ Keeps his debate trophies in his bathroom

↬ History ↫

◌ Childhood:
🥀 ┊ Born into a household that smelled of camera film and freshly dyed fabric, Andrey Sokolov grew up in the soft chaos of art-world royalty. His father, an Italian, world-renowned designer, and his mother, a legendary Russian photographer, raised him with gentle leniency rather than rigid expectations. There were no lectures about grades, no punishments for stained shirts — only open doors, quiet trust, and the sound of shutter clicks and sewing machines in the next room.

🥀 ┊ Andrey was adored. Truly. But doting parents can’t always stop distance from blooming. Somewhere between stolen cigarettes and too-late nights, he began to drift. Slowly at first, then all at once. He still kissed his mother’s cheek and helped his father pick color palettes, but emotionally, he had already moved miles away by sixteen.

🥀 ┊ That was the year he got the scar. Caught sneaking around with a group of so-called “Satanic Funko Pop Cultists” (don’t ask, it’s a long story), he ended up the sole victim of a ritual gone sideways. The jagged, almost ceremonial slash across his back has faded to a silvery reminder of chaos—and the start of his obsession with control.
◌ Education:
🥀 ┊ All three attended the same elite university.
— Blake studied Business.
— Vanya studied ??? (probably chaos and seduction).
— Andrey studied Law and graduated top of his class after threatening to sue half the faculty.
🥀 ┊ Gained a rep for legal brilliance, courtroom drama, and once winning a debate by quoting Death Note.

◌ Career:
🥀 ┊ Began as a ruthless lawyer with a flair for exposing corruption.
🥀 ┊ Went viral after obliterating a senator live on air.
🥀 ┊ Became president. Refuses to smile in public. Press calls him “The Legal Shark.”

◌ Current moment:
🥀 ┊ Texting Vanya: “I’m bored. Let’s fake your death for fun.”
🥀 ┊ Lowkey running a country. Highkey being dramatic about it.
🥀 ┊ May or may not be involved in a shady lake photoshoot with shirtless officials.


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.G E O M E T R I C S.
↬ Full name ↫
🥀┊ Vanya Kaprov

↬ Nickname(s) ↫
🥀┊ Mishka | By his sister
🥀┊Forgotten prince | Amara's nickname <3

↬ Birthday / Age ↫
🥀┊ 22nd of March | 28 years

↬ Gender / Pronouns ↫
🥀┊ Male | He | Him | His

↬ Orientation ↫
🥀┊ PAINFULLY straight

↬ Occupation ↫
🥀┊ Psychological Warfare Specialist

❝ ˗ˏˋ Discipline is just an illusion. Adaptation is the real skill. ´ˎ˗

.A P P E A R A N C E.
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🥀┊ Height | 6'6" (198 cm) – Towering, muscular, and built for sheer strength
🥀┊ Build | Solid muscle—he’s made of power, no fluff here
🥀┊ Skin color | Tanned, naturally glowing from constant sun exposure
🥀┊ Hair
◌ Color ┊ Dark brown, short, clean cut
◌ Length ┊ Very short, no nonsense, minimal upkeep
◌ Texture ┊ Thick, slightly coarse but always styled neatly

🥀┊ Eyes
◌ Shape ┊ Intense, piercing—hard to read, but always watching
◌ Color ┊ Deep brown, almost black—intimidating in the right light

🥀┊ Distinguishable marks
◌ Scar ┊ None visible, he’s meticulous about keeping his skin free of marks
◌ Other scars ┊ None. Prefers a clean slate—no tattoos either

🥀┊ Aesthetic(s)
◌ Military precision meets clean-cut, disciplined professional
◌ Nothing out of place—always sharp, always pristine

❝ ˗ˏˋ Loyalty is earned, not assumed. ´ˎ˗
.F A M I L Y / R E L A T I O N S H I P S.
↬ Parent(s) ↫
🥀┊ Mikhail Kaprov | Father | Retired General
🥀┊ Ekaterina Kaprov | Mother | Homemaker

↬ Sibling(s) ↫
🥀┊ Older Sister (30) | Highly respected, calls him Miska
🥀┊ Younger Brother (24) | Close in age, shared childhood memories
🥀┊ Younger Brother (22) | Protective, tough, admires Vanya
🥀┊ Younger Brother (20) | The baby of the family—still tough

↬ Significant other(s)
🥀┊ Amara Petrovière-Kaprov | Beloved wife


↬ Friend(s)
🥀┊ Colonel Virelle | Close professional relationship, mutual respect
🥀┊ Captain Blake | Acquaintance—keeps his distance but respects his role

↬ Pet(s)
🥀┊ Freya| Female Doberman—fiercely loyal, Vanya’s best friend

❝ ˗ˏˋ Control is the only weapon I need. ´ˎ˗
.P E R S O N A L I T Y / H I S T O R Y.
↬ Personality

🥀┊ Disciplined – Everything he does is precise, calculated, and methodical. Vanya is a machine in both work and life.
🥀┊ Protective – He is deeply protective of his family, especially his wife, and will go to great lengths to ensure their safety.
🥀┊ Serious – Rarely shows any hint of weakness, and only the people closest to him ever see his vulnerability.
🥀┊ Loyal – Loyalty is everything to Vanya; he trusts few but will go to hell and back for those he respects.
🥀┊ Strategic – His mind works in hyper-precision, always planning ahead, calculating outcomes before they unfold.

↬ Eccentric(s)
🥀┊ Vanya has no time for distractions. Everything must be in order.
🥀┊ He’s fiercely protective of his appearance, keeping his body and skin clean of any imperfections, avoiding tattoos or visible scars.
🥀┊ Has a soft spot for his Doberman, Freya, who he considers his emotional support in a world of chaos.

↬ History

🥀┊ Childhood
◌ Born into a military family, Vanya was never spoiled but was given a structured, disciplined upbringing.
◌ His parents emphasized loyalty, strength, and precision—values that shaped his character.
◌ He grew up with three younger brothers and one older sister, and while he was always the strong, stoic one, he held immense respect for his older sister, who often called him Miska.

🥀┊ Military Career
◌ Vanya entered the military after college, showing an immediate aptitude for strategy and mental warfare.
◌ He specialized in psychological tactics, using his sharp mind to break down enemies mentally rather than relying on brute force.
◌ Quickly rising through the ranks, Vanya proved himself a valuable asset in psychological warfare, becoming a key figure in military operations.

🥀┊ Current Moment
◌ Now, at 36, Vanya is father to Kade and Kirill Kaprov.
◌ Married to Amara Petrovière-Kaprov, his work load has been forced to lessen.

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BASIC INFORMATION:
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Name: Phoebe Helios
Nicknames: N/A
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Ethnicity / Race: Irish
Astrology Sign: Sagittarius
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FAMILY
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Mother: Unknown {Deceased}

Father: Jarel Helios

Sibling(s): N/A
Age: N/A
Relationship: {Not yet}
Pet(s): An owl - loyal and fierce

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PHYSICAL FEATURES:
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Height: 5'8
Weight: 55 Kg
Frame / Build: Muscular
Hair length: Short - cut just below her chin
Hair color: Pale blond
Eye color: Hazel
Complexion: Tan
Voice type: Rough on the edges, soft inside (the best i could explain)
Tattoo(s): N/A
Scar(s): Along her body, several from fights and deuls
Other notable accessories: A pendant, half of a Yin-Yang, the Yin part hers.
Any other identifying mark(s): N/A
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INTERESTS
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Favorite Food: Honey Buns (over-used but yes)
Favorite Color: Grey and White
Clothing Style / Preferences: practical, dark-colored, layered clothing with functional components like hidden pockets and hoods to allow for movement, stealth, and concealment of tools and weapons
Hobbies: Eating yoghurt and pick-pocketing her teammates
Role Models: N/A
Likes: cold mornings, yoghurt, shiny things
Dislikes: people in general but since that's off the table, one certain dude whose throat she'll happily slit.

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PERSONALITY
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Personality: Personality: Phoebe is a complex mix of sharp edges and hidden warmth. Outwardly cold, calculating, and fiercely independent, she’s slow to trust anyone—but once someone proves themselves, she can be surprisingly loyal and protective. Her rough exterior hides a strategic, observant mind that rarely misses details.

Good Traits: Loyal (to those who earn it), resourceful, disciplined, highly intelligent, physically capable
Vices / Negative Traits: Cynical, mistrustful, sometimes ruthless, overly self-reliant
Strengths: Stealth, agility, tactical planning, combat skills
Weaknesses: Emotional vulnerability, attachment issues, difficulty forming alliances
Habits / Quirks: Plays with her pendant when thinking, collects small shiny objects, sneaks snacks when bored
Phobias / Fears: Losing control, betrayal, being powerless

HISTORY

Phoebe Helios was born to an unknown mother and Jarel Helios, a man of status with secrets of his own. Her mother died under mysterious circumstances before Phoebe could remember her, leaving her to grow up with a mix of abandonment issues and self-reliance. From an early age, she learned to fend for herself, training in combat, stealth, and survival.

Her life has been a series of duels, assignments, and skirmishes that left her with scars along her body, each a badge of survival. Her owl, a constant companion, is not just a pet but a trusted partner in reconnaissance and alerting her to danger.

The pendant she wears—half of a Yin-Yang—represents balance she strives for but struggles to achieve: her Yin side, her softer, hidden self, contrasts with her outwardly harsh and calculating persona. Despite her mistrust of others, Phoebe occasionally surprises herself by forming bonds, especially when someone proves their worth through action rather than words.

CURRENT LIFE
Life didn’t leave Phoebe alone. At sixteen, fed up with her father’s shadows and secrets, she left him behind, chasing freedom and chaos in equal measure. It wasn’t even the stupidest decision she made that year—far from it. She fell in with a rogue group, a mix of thieves, assassins, and outcasts society had long given up on.

Within this group, Phoebe found the only kind of family she could ever trust—people who understood that loyalty wasn’t about words but actions, and who knew her for the sharp, calculating, and occasionally reckless woman she’d become. Despite the group’s dark reputation, they are her closest allies, and she would go to war for them without hesitation.

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