~ BASICS ~


Name: Ivan Vikentovitch Braginski
[Registered: Ivan Braginski]

Nationality: Russia
Place of birth: Moscow
Age: 53
Gender: Male {obligatory}
Sexuality: Homosexual, polysexual

Birthday: 30 december

Religion: Orthodox, but lost all Faith the day he killed the man he once called "Father"

Registration Of: Patient

Favorite/usual quote(s):
• "Become one with me, da?"
• "Why should I care if I lose my mind? .. I am already cursed."
• "You can't spell Slaughter without Laughter."






Weight: about 200 pounds

Eye: Deep-purple or Violet-white

Hair: ash blond

Apparence: Back when he wasn't wearing the inmate uniform, before that time... when he was free and still going to school... Ivan used to wear a long, heavy tan coat, green pants, brown gloves, and a long tan or pink scarf. He is constantly wearing said scarf in spite of the activity or temperature. He mentions that his scarf is a body part and therefore he cannot take it off. This, though, might just be an excuse so he will not have to take it off, seeing as how he didn't wear it as a small child before his big brother Yakiv [Ukraine] gave it to him. He has a round, childish face with a more prominent nose, and tends to carry around some vodka [secretly], or a sunflower. His hair is a light beige-blond, and The bright purple eyes stand out against the very white skin. He never got much sunlight in his youth. Being rather heavily built, he can be very intimidating to look at. He's not fat so much as having a lot of muscle wrapped around a large skeleton.. Although sometimes, He usually wears a heavy overcoat over his school clothes, his favourite being a tan coat styled after the Red Army uniforms in Russia, although when he's gardening or playing hockey he usually will consent to change into alternative attire, given that he doesn't have to remove his scarf. He has an odd affinity for plumbing (and not always fixing it, although he is quite capable of general repairs), to the extent of disbanding water faucets in order to stow them in his pockets.

The most noticeable thing though is that he ligature marks around his neck as though he tried to hang himself... which he did many, many years before even entering the United States. These were normally covered up by a scarf he was known for constantly wearing. However, it was taken from him upon being incarcerated. But has being given back to him after he almost murdered another inmate that annoyed him to much about those horrid scars of his.

He has a very damaged body, do to childhood abuse and hard life. Old and new scars linger about his body, but mostly his back, also a bit everywhere on his body and on his neck [which is why he wears a scarf all the time, but no one knows]. He has burns everywhere, from the shoulders to the hands, laps, and chest. [even around and a bit on his personal anatomy] Despite the little overweight and the soft centre [belly] is does not remove him any charisma. Due to his shape and size, he is mostly identified as a bear [strong structure with a soft middle] He has body hair, since he was born in Russia, legs, arms chest and hands are quite common to see some. Mr. Braginski is very uncomfortable about himself and tends to mutilate himself when he feels he did something wrong, like hurting someone he as an affinity for.

Something odd is readily apparent when you meet him though. He does not look his age at all. In fact he looks barely any older than thirty years old. If you ask him about it, he will only say there were many interesting experiments with his first employer... and he will leave it at that for you to speculate. It is unknown when or if his real age will catch up to him.


Personality: Ivan is regarded as the sort of "creepy teddy bear" of the Institute. A large, six-foot-tall, and rather big-boned person, people often take him to be intimidating, which is often reinforced by his tendency of coming off as a little crooked, saying rather offhanded comments that end up sounding quite sarcastic or sadistic, while really Ivan doesn't mean them quite the way they come off, as his social skills are not very polished (and he never seems to realize an awkward situation). A relatively introverted person, he likes to spend time with minimal amount of people and doesn't quite like venturing into large crowds at all, which explains why he is rather uncomfortable in a populated room. But if the weather's nice, one will often see him outside tending his garden, which has some of the largest sunflowers one might have seen. He believes strongly he could make friends, though, and try to get a new start on his life.

An abusive father leads him to be very insecure, For example, if he spills a glass of water because of someone else he will freeze a bit, and panic. Saying "Its not my fault, It's not my fault". He is very good at hiding his emotions behind a warm smile, although this once again because of his father, as lead him to having "episodes" of insanity and delusions. He has the innocence and cruelty of a child. He adores vodka and sunflowers. Ivan has a kind face, but is mentally cracked from the strain of his bloody history. Though he is capable of being incredibly cruel-minded, the young Russian himself seems unaware of it. The other students are mostly terrified of him, especially those he will call "friends", whom he loves to abuse physically and emotionally. Ivan also has a scarf that he never separates from, even when he sleeps. He calls it is "good luck charm" but doesn't really give the reason to why he wears it..

Although, is true personally was hidden... it does come out. Mr. Braginski is... for lack of a better term, completely and utterly insane. He will seem perfectly sane when you first see him and talk to him. It quickly becomes apparent that he is rather sophisticated and highly intelligent. However, periodically, you will begin to notice that... everything is not quite right with him. Sometimes it leaks out as a strange word or phrase, or sometimes just an odd facial expression, posture or tone of voice.

Ivan enjoys messing with people's heads. It gives him something to do and does he every enjoy doing it. Also, he is a communist and will not hesitate to make snide remarks about the country he is currently in. He sometimes does this on purpose to be offensive. Do not respond to them or you will have fallen for his trap. He will call himself a Soviet and not Russian, for an entire list of reasons he will more than happily rattle off to you.

He is to be regarded as very dangerous, regardless of how docile and gentle he seems to be. Do not approach his confines. Do not accept anything he offers you. Do not give him anything vaguely pointed. He is not to be approached unless tranquilized and with a group of guards and only for the purpose of putting him into heavy restraints of some kind.

There are a lot of things that he knows from his days working with the former KGB as a scientist. He admittedly did work with the infamous reanimation experiments. He enjoys reminding the administration that he knows things their government would probably bend over to Stalin's ghost for... not that he ever releases those secrets but for some reason there seems to be hope that one day he'll loosen his tongue on the subject.

Furthermore, it should be very well noted that Mr. Braginski is incredibly sadistic and has not given up his taste for human flesh. This is part of what makes him so dangerous. If he starts talking about wondering how you would taste, how beautiful your blood or screams would be... it is time to walk away from the cell and return to the surface world.

Also note, he is likely to become very upset with you for bringing up the topic of having sexually abused his baby brother. One, he is offended by the very thought of it. Two, he does not remember having done it. Due to some experiments that went wrong, the incidents of abuse were wiped from his memory and he only remembers Nathan's strong affection for him.

His papers of the institutes in Russia, are also in his files; [click on "spoiler"]

Spoiler:

Name: Ivan Vikentovitch Braginski D.O.B.: December 30th, 1985 Previous Residence: Moscow, Russia Family: Father, deceased. Mother, deceased. Elder Brother, Yakiv Vikentovitch Braginski. Younger brother, Nathen Vikentovitch Braginski. Family History: Little could be gathered. Father rumored to have had a drinking problem, mother was in and out of the hospital for two years up until she passed away from illness.

~ PATIENT ONLY INFO ~

*This is a section only for the patients.

Bloodtype: B

RFI: Can not live in sociaty, and is a danger to it.

Transferred Patient: Transferred from Russia to England.

Illness: Delusions, aggression, willingness to harm himself and others.

Schizophrenia - Disorganized Type

a. Displays disorganized speech and inappropriate affect

Schizoaffective Disorder -Bipolar Type

Final Assessment

Psychotic Disorder Not Otherwise Specified

Possible mood disorder with psychotic features.

Antisocial psychopathic disorder

~ PERSONAL INFO ~

Likes: Vodka, sunflowers, Raivis [Latvia], warmth, Annoying Alfred [America], teasing the Baltics, hugging people, Eduard [Estonia], smiling, Blood, fighting with Alfred [America], stalking Yao [China], Toris [Lithuania], Insulting Alfred [America], making others "become one" with him, His big brother Yakiv [Ukraine], the colour Yellow [like sunflowers] any animals, hanging out with Alfred [America], Being with Arthur [britain], annoying Gilbert [Prussia], Playing with anyone.

- Vodka
- Sunflowers
- Causing others pain mentally, physically and/or emotionally
- His scarf
- His sisters
- The FSU
- Guarding the old "KGB" secrets he has and dangling them in front of the administration
- Eating other human beings
- Reading
- Communism
- Eyeballs <--- They're chewy~
- Teaching
- Conducting experiments and research

Dislikes: Felik [Poland], Alfred [America] (sometimes), His younger brother [Belarus], Felik talking [Poland], Arthur [Britain] cooking (but finds ways to try to like it), Feliks' dresses [Poland], Winter, cold, Feliks' weird smell [Poland], Strong snow, when people annoy him, Felik taking all the attention [Poland], Capitalist fast food [Mcdonalds, Burger King, etc],

- Capitalism
- Democracy
- Being alone
- Being locked up
- Ignorance
- The topic of having hurt his little sister
- Being called a "commie" or other slurs for Russians
- Being called a "pedophile" or "rapist"
- The quiet
- The cold

Relations: Friendly towards his older Brother Yakiv [Ukraine], terrified of his younger brother Nathen [Belarus] and generally friendly 'seeming' - as least as far as he can tell- towards everyone else. He has special interest in Yao [China] and is quite fond of him. Eduard [Estonia], Raivis [Latvia] and Toris [Lithuania], who he sees as objects of his. For the most part, he seems to like everyone; Frequently asking for them to 'Become one'.

On the more disliked side is Felik [Poland]; someone he dislikes greatly. He likes to annoy Alfred [America] and "plays" with him mostly for fun. Ivan will try to get everyone on his side or at least, get everyone to like him more then the ones he is against. He has no best Friend, but one could think it is probably Alfred [America] He does have a good confident in the man called Arthur [England]

Talents/Strengths:
• Anything involving strength, like lifting heavy things or breaking bones.
• Cooking [Not perfect like France, but he does have a sense of taste]
• Being able to understand others in their pain, Having lived a lot of it himself, he is capable of relating.
• Ivan is naturally kind, even if he does tend to be intimidating. He has a really big heart.
• Very protective of those he holds dear, friends, family, love...


Weaknesses:
• Most things that involve agility like dancing [unless it's Russian Dancing]
• Drawing
• Doing Sculpture.
• Ivan isn't good with artistic detailed work, since he is a bit clumsy, pretty much like a child, unless it's painting.
• Very emotional, tends to either not show it or expresses it with violence or over affection.
• He has trouble mixing with large crowds, and loud noisy crowns like classrooms tend to make him go quiet, since he it trying to concentrate on something else to not give into the temptation of punching their skulls in.
• Electricity, lightning; makes him go into a state of panic, since in the Russian asylum, they had no sedative. So to calm patients down they electrocuted them.
• Ivan doesn't know his own strength, he can easily bruise, hurt or even kill without willing it to be.

Fears:

- His younger sister
- The former KGB coming after him
- Being alone... in the dark
- Winter Storms
- One day remembering what he did to his sister

Languages spoken: Russian, broken down english from all the years he's being in the asylum he got to understand english and part and bits of other languages....



Extra info: In spite of his relatively young age, he has already seen a fair share of trauma and horrors, having grown up on the poor end of society in the decidedly colder areas of Russia, which, along with a near-death incident in the snow when he was younger, left him with a strong dislike of the cold. He is infamous for the liquor he has, as he somehow manages to get large quantities of none but vodka or, if you're willing to ask nicely (and certainly give him something in return) he may be willing to procure some liquor for you for a price. This practice has led to him becoming a trafficker, or in nicer terms, main supplier, of liquor to the other inmates, something quite frowned down upon by many, but Ivan himself sees no problem in it (especially if it gets a few more bucks on the table). Ivan himself is equally as infamous for the vodka which he drinks, often in what looks like coffee canteens (which he uses more often at institute, to the peaceful oblivion of the staff members) or label-less bottles, although arguably, none have seen him thoroughly drunk. Not that he doesn't ever get drunk, he certainly does, but none have ever witnessed him in such a state.

When the Russian is upset, he uses the chant "KolKolKol" to threaten and frighten others into submission. However, there has been speculation that there are other possible meanings for 'kol' than those involving kolkhoz:

Tzar Ivan The Terrible's favorite way to deal with disobedience was impaling. 'To impale', pronounced in Russian as sazhat' na kol, or just 'na kol' is easily understood. So, Mr. Braginski is possibly trying to intimidate people by the threat of impalement, although he is saying the noun 'kol' (which means 'stake', in this context being thrust by a person, that person being most likely Ivan.).

supplementary info: Ivan is mostly referred to as going to "commie land" since when he is given a date, he seems only to assimilate them with USSR dates. like so: [click on spoiler]

Spoiler:

1945 Defeat of Germany and Japan February 4-11: Yalta Conference meeting of FDR, Churchill, Stalin - the 'Big Three' Soviet Union has control of Eastern Europe. The Cold War Begins May 8: VE Day - Victory in Europe. Germany surrenders to the Red Army in Berlin July: Potsdam Conference - Germany was officially partitioned into four zones of occupation. August 6: The United States drops atomic bomb on Hiroshima (20 kiloton bomb 'Little Boy' kills 80,000) August 8: Russia declares war on Japan August 9: The United States drops atomic bomb on Nagasaki (22 kiloton 'Fat Man' kills 70,000) August 14 : Japanese surrender End of World War II August 15: Emperor surrender broadcast - VJ Day 1946 February 9: Stalin hostile speech - communism & capitalism were incompatible March 5 : "Sinews of Peace" Iron Curtain Speech by Winston Churchill - "an "iron curtain" has descended on Europe" March 10 - Truman demands Russia leave Iran July 1: Operation Crossroads with Test Able was the first public demonstration of America's atomic arsenal July 25: America's Test Baker - underwater explosion 1947 Containment March 12 : Truman Doctrine - Truman declares active role in Greek Civil War June : Marshall Plan is announced setting a precedent for helping countries combat poverty, disease and malnutrition September 2 - Rio Pact - U.S. meet 19 Latin American countries and created a security zone around the hemisphere 1948 Containment February 25 : Communist takeover in Czechoslovakia March 2: Truman's Loyalty Program created to catch Cold War spies March 17: Brussels Pact organized to protect Europe from communism June 24 : Berlin Blockade begins lasting 11 months 1949 Containment April 4 : NATO ratified May 12 : Berlin Blockade ends 29 August : Russia tested its first atomic bomb October 1 : Communist Mao Zedong takes control of China and establishes the People's Republic of China December 1 - Chiang Kai-shek moved to Formosa and created Nationalist government 1950 January 30 - Truman approved H-bomb development February : Joe McCarthy begins Communist witch hunt and loyalty tests June 24: Korean War begins. Stalin supports North Korea who invade South Korea equipped with Soviet weapons 1951 January 12 : Federal Civil Defense Administration established April 11 - Truman fires MacArthur 1952 A-bombs developed by Britain 1953 March 17-June 4 Nuclear Arms Race atomic test series of 11 explosions at Nevada Test Site April 15: RAND report on the "Vulnerability of U. S. Strategic Air Power" July : Korean War ends December 8: Ike's Atoms for Peace speech 1954 March 1: H-bomb Castle-Bravo test March : KGB established CIA helps overthrow unfriendly regimes in Iran and Guatemala July : Vietnam split at 17th parallel 1955 May : Warsaw Pact formed 1956 June 29: USSR sent tanks into Poznan, Poland, to suppress demonstrations by workers September 4: USSR sent military aid to Afghanistan October - November : Rebellion put down in Communist Hungary. October 29: Suez Crisis began with Israeli attack led by Moshe Dayan against Egyptian forces in the Sinai Egypt took control of Suez Canal 1957 August 26: Vostok rocket launched 1st ICBM October 4 : Sputnik launched into orbit November 3: Sputnik II launched - Laika died in space 1958 January 31: Explorer I launched July : NASA began Mercury project using Atlas rocket November : Khrushchev demands withdrawal of troops from Berlin 1959 January : Cuba taken over by Fidel Castro September : Khrushchev visits United States; The Kitchen Debate 1960 A-bombs developed by France May : Soviet Union reveals that U.S. spy plane was shot down over Soviet territory November : John F. Kennedy elected President of USA December 19: Cuba openly aligns itself with the Soviet Union and their policies. 1961 April : Bay of Pigs invasion see Cuban Missile Crisis Timeline August 13 : Berlin border is closed August 17 : Construction of Berlin Wall begins 1962 U.S. involvement in Vietnam increases see Vietnam War Timeline October : Cuban Missile Crisis see Cuban Missile Crisis Timeline 1963 1963: July : Nuclear Test Ban Treaty ratified 1963: November : President Kennedy assassinated in Dallas, Texas 1964 August : Gulf of Tonkin incident - see Vietnam War Timeline October: A-bombs developed by China 1965 April : U.S. Marines sent to Dominican Republic to fight Communism July : Announcement of dispatching of 200,000 U.S. troops to Vietnam 1966 B-52s Bomb North Vietnam 1967 The US Secretary of Defence Robert McNamara admits that the US bombing raids had failed to meet their objectives 1968 January : North Korea captured U.S.S. Pueblo President Johnson does not run for the presidency and Richard Nixon Elected President of the USA August : Soviet Red Army crush Czechoslovakian revolt 1969 July 20 : Apollo 11 lands on the moon 1970 April : President Nixon extends Vietnam War to Cambodia 1971 Publication of the Pentagon Papers 1972 February: President Richard Nixon visits China July : SALT I signed 1973 January : Cease fire in Vietnam between North Vietnam and United States September : U.S. supported coup overthrows Chilean government October : Egypt and Syria attack Israel; Egypt requests Soviet aid 1974 1974: August : President Nixon resigns 1975 April 17 : North Vietnam defeats South Vietnam which falls to Communist forces 1976 February: Soviet and Cuban forces help to install Communist government in Angola. 1979 January: U.S. and China establish diplomatic relations. July : SALT II signed November : Shah of Iran overthrown; Iranian Hostage Crisis December: Soviet forces invade Afghanistan 1980 August: Polish shipyard workers strike Solidarity Union formed. Strike leader Lech Walesa is elected as the head of Solidarity 1983 President Reagan proposes Strategic Defence Initiative 1983: October : U.S. troops invades and overthrows regime in Grenada 1985 Mikhail Gorbachev becomes leader of the Soviet Union initiating a campaign of openness called "glasnost" and restructuring called "perestroika" 1986 October : President Reagan and Gorbachev resolve to remove all intermediate nuclear missiles from Europe 1987 October : Reagan and Gorbachev agree to remove all medium and short-range nuclear missiles 1989 January : Soviet troops withdraw from Afghanistan June : Poland becomes independent September : Hungary becomes independent November : Berlin Wall is demolished and East Germany allows unrestricted migration to West Germany December : Communist governments fall in Czechoslovakia, Bulgaria, and Rumania Decline of the Soviet empire 1990 March : Lithuania becomes independent May 29 : Boris Yeltsin elected as President of Russia October 3 : Germany reunited 1991 August : End of Soviet Union and the Cold War Ends

~ CHARACTER HISTORY ~

"How can I repay you, father of mine? How can I expect you to forgive?
Clinging to the past I shed our blood, and shattered your chance to live.
Though I knew the laws, I paid no heed. How can I return your wasted breath?
What I did not know has cost you dear, for there is no cure for death....

And how can I make amends for all that I took from you? I led you with hopeless dreams...
My Father, I was a fool."

He opened the door to the gyms showers, He didn't want his brothers, not for anyone, to know of his... incident. Now again, he felt so dirty, unclean, why was it he came? He looked at the room, showers? A shower right, the wounds... It didn't take long for him to slip off his clothes and go under the warm streams. Water fell down his wounded back, over 15 years of bloodshed, misery and betrayal. He looked at the water rushing out of the shower head. He could feel the life-full liquid passing on every crevasse, every burn, on his body... every mark of a chaos parted from his "history". How he hated it, how he hated himself. How many times now? five? eight? Twelve? More? less? He had forgotten... He had forgotten the number of times he wounded himself to try to stop it all. The blood of the new wounds slided on his body like oil, tainting the bottom of the shower red once more.

Every mark on his body reminded him of something, or of him. That pathetic excuse for a father... He had killed him, good riddance, He had gone to an asylum for it too, at 6 years old.... maybe he was younger, was he? Fresh out from Russia, Ivan saw Kirkwall as a new beginning, he knew his brothers were here too... But he remembered the institute, you go there "to pay the price" they said... "to be fixed" they lied... he was not an objet that had broken... he could not be fixed after all.

"Don't cry for the past now, father of mine. Neither you nor I were free from blame.
Nothing can erase the things we did, for the path we took was the same..."

He had not seen his brothers for so long now, would they remember him? Would he remember them? Had he changed? Had they? He now knew so little of his own family, well, what was left of it. Of course, he was hoping to make friends here, friends were kinda like a second family, right? At least it was what his mother had said... He stopped the water, he felt dizzy, lost of blood perhaps? Naked still, he sitted on the cold tiled floor. Knees curled back to his chest, he tried to think calming thoughts... He had to... although this particular room... the showers were the same in the asylum in Russia... But this wasn't Russia, it was warmer. Nicer here, beautiful, and most of all; not as much snow.

He looked at his scarf, it was hanging so it would not get wet... how awful would if it had been? Touching the wounds on his neck he let a small sigh, what was there but memories for his mind... was it all he had now? memories? Painful thoughts of people and places? Thinks he saw that could make a grown man cry. Others said Ivan was brave, thought he was, what word did they use?... strong. Yes, his body was strong, like a bear, but his mind.... His mind was now so twisted, his thoughts so corrupted. In the end, it did not matter what others thought of him really. Everyone was different, everyone was insane... everyone was an empty shell, like... just like him.

But maybe he was not as alone has he thought. His mother always said that you could find hope anywhere.

"Beautiful Mother, soft and sweet.
Once you were gone, we were not complete.
Back through the years, we reached for you.

Alas that was not meant to be......"

[...]

Ivan never got along with others, and this trait showed more times than not when he would have to interact with kids of his age. It was hard for him to not punch them in the face, but even more so when either one of his brothers was picked on. Most of the time he was successful and managed to keep his temper down. However if the bullying would get out of hand, Ivan lost himself to something horribly vicious, and often he’d wake up in the nurses’ room, beat up and bruised, but satisfied that he’d done some damage to them.

He was well aware of how infatuated Nathen was becoming, and Ivan often tried to think of what to say to deter him from that "little crush", as he liked to call it. But nothing seemed to work, and it bothered him when he would defend his brothers, only making it seem worse.

[...]

Ivan slid his lunch to the far end of a table, sitting down contentedly and looking around with a smile. He plucked at his food, more focused on observing the other students than consuming it; a particular brown-haired boy had caught his eye. He smiled, trying to catch the other's attention, but didn't accomplish much except knocking his drink over trying to wave. After just watching for a moment, he finally picked up his knife and began to slice his potatoes, chancing another glance up at the boy to see if he had looked up. Wave! Say hello! his mind told him. You're here to make friends! Ivan gave the boy what he considered his best smile, raising his hand in greeting (without putting down the knife) before lowering it, satisfied at the exchange (one-sided or not he didn't know, as he didn't think to look back up) and continued to cut up his food. Attention shifting back to the morsels of food lying on his plate, he entertained the thought of informing the school cooks of some other foods, perhaps ones with more taste... like his pirozhki!... although he wasn't sure if the cooks knew how to prepare it. Ivan himself only knew how to make one at a time, as he'd never had to cook for more than himself. Ah well, he thought to himself as he munched on a slice of the potato.

His mind returned to when he had first learned how to cook the aforementioned food; he smiled at the memory. Good times, good times... but alas, he reminded himself, I can't focus on the past. With that thought, he reached swiftly into his bag, retrieving a large canteen, pushing the lid back and taking several quick swallows. He dared another glance up at the boy, but was disappointed as the boy had gone back to eating his food. Hmmm... he did have that English assignment to work on though, and his English skills still could use some work. He suppressed a groan. As great as the school was, and as lucky as he was to get in here, the English-learning was still a pain. He'd have to see if there was someone who could give him some extra tips- did anyone here speak Russian? Except his brothers? No, matters for another time, he mused as he pulled out his papers and set to work.

[...]

Ivan opened his eyes to a white patted roof... a bedroom. why was he so uncomfortable? Right, he remembered what was really going on now, he had dreamed, or was it a memory? with all the serums and pills the rater large Russian could not tell his left from his right most of the time. A straight Jacket? again? hmm... he must have had done wrong again... They really never trusted him...

He started to laugh alone in his cell.

[...]

The true story was not what he told everyone else...

Mr. Braginski was born in the Soviet Union, in a small village outside of Moscow to Nikolae Vladimirovich Braginski and Alayna Petrovna Braginskaya in 1957. He had one older brother who is very gentle, but he lived in Ukraine and possibly still does. He never met her and doesn't even know his name or what he looked's like. He was a healthy kid and immediately pegged that he would grow up to be large person. During this period of time, he was a very loving affectionate child that enjoyed playing outside among the flowers.

Around the age of five, his father started drinking excessively and began to beat both him and his mother at regular intervals. At one point, in 1961, his mother died of injuries received in one particularly nasty beating. Ivan could only watch from the corner as he saw his mother bleed to death internally. Ivan... didn't like to play outside anymore. A bomb timer began counting down.

Later that same year, his father remarried. His new "mother" was a Belorussian woman named Arlovskaya It wasn't that she was mean or anything, but Ivan never really took to her. She didn't feel the same as his own mother. Besides, he didn't form bonds very well anymore now that his real mother was gone and his father continued to beat him on a regular basis. The beeps were coming faster and faster.

In 1962, his father's new wife gave birth to a little boy, his half-brother, Nathan. Ivan got next to no attention now that he was in his parents' lives. The only glimmers of acknowledgment were the occasional beatings he would still receive when his father drank. At least his little brother was safe as long as he received the worst of it all. The counter is at zero.

By the time he turned seventeen, something had changed in him completely. Ivan was no longer sweet and gentle like a child was expected to be. He was no longer the cute kid everyone thought he was growing up. Something dark, twisted and vengeful had taken over underneath that deceptively innocent smile.

It first started showing at seventeen when he stopped protecting Nathan from their father. Instead of just giving him flowers to cheer him up on those bad days, his hands strayed to touch elsewhere on his body in places no decent young man would even think about. These... activities... continued for a total of two years before he went away to college to begin his study of biochemistry (a fascination which developed early on by merely wondering why a sunflower does not grow in winter).

He pursued degrees in biochemistry up until receiving a doctorate at age 27, in 1984, before working for the KGB until the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991. A few of the experiments involved altering memory and few events were wiped from his mind, including the incidents of sexual abuse towards his brother. He would only remember him being oddly affectionate towards him during that time and nothing more about it. Also, some of these experiments seemed to have altered the way he aged, making him retain a mostly youthful appearance.

Ivan attempted suicide by hanging at age 34 just after the Soviet Union collapsed upon itself. As an intellectual, he had been mostly well taken care of by the state aside from the dangerous nature of the experiments he was involved in. This instilled a deep love of the country into the poor man's almost non-existent heart. When it fell apart, to him it was like watching a spouse die. The beeps were slow and steady...

He eventually decided to head to America after his failed suicide attempt and got a job teaching at a university at age 35. He taught biology and chemistry at various levels at the school to students who found it very amusing to sit and listen to his accent all day. However, even though the Cold War had ended, many still treated him rather rudely... not many though. The beeps were picking up in pace once more.

In 1997, at the age of forty, the bomb went off in his mind once more. This time though, the effects were far more devastating. Ivan began a criminal career that totaled twelve victims chosen at random: different causes of death and then various parts of their corpses were consumed.

He continued to teach both biology and chemistry up until age 48 when he was finally caught and convicted on twelve counts of murder and cannibalism. Many of his colleagues and students were surprised that kind Mr. Braginski had been accused of and even admitted to these horrendous murders. To them it was like discovering the nice old lady down the street was cooking up crystal meth.

Instead of receiving the death penalty as most people believed he deserved, he was given a life sentence to be served in a mental hospital under maximum security in England. He has remained in the basement of the mental hospital under heavy surveillance and restraint since. Ivan has joked that since his room was made of a Plexiglas wall among three solid brick ones, anyone visiting his little hell was coming to see the serial killer exhibit.

~ SAMPLE POST ~

Nathen's music box was beautiful. If only Ivan could see it. Oh, he could then, but not now. It had been much too long for that. Nathen's pretty face had remained calm as he stared at it, but Yakiv had cried. Their mother had bought it before she died three months ago. Vikenty, Ivan's father, had shouted at Yakiv for his tears. The words weren't important, and so Ivan had tuned them out. Nathen was opening the box—Ivan could remember that it was shiny. A little porcelain ballerina in a silk and lace dress popped up, and music began to play.

The little ballerina's face was painted so delicately! Pretty pink lips and blue eyes on shiny white skin. It was such an expensive gift… Nathen had always wanted to be a ballerina, right? Ivan was delighted for him. He loved to watch his little brother dance, even if he was secretly a little envious. "Dance for us!" Vikenty had told Nathen; or something to that effect. Nathen had stood up on his skinny little legs, in his pretty blue silk night clothes, and he had danced to the shrill music of the box. His form was perfect, his body stiff but graceful… He was only 12, but he danced like a professional—he had already won an award!

Around and around he went, just like the little doll. Yakiv was clapping, singing softly to the music. Vikenty was smiling, though it was probably more because of the nearly empty bottle of good vodka beside him than for any other reason. But then Nathen turned his head as he rose up onto his right leg, toes perfectly straight as his left knee bent up. He caught his older brother's smile, and his stoic expression changed. He smiled, as if he might actually laugh. Just as he did, Ivan's smile vanished. Before Nathen even knew that he was falling, Ivan was moving to catch him. "Oh no!" Yakiv gasped as Ivan landed heavily on his knees, his younger brother cradled protectively in his arms. What if he had twisted his ankle? Such a small mistake and his precious future career…

"What the hell is wrong with you?" The angry voice had startled all of them. Ivan had let Nathen down, though he seemed unwilling to unwind his arms from around his neck. Vikenty rose up, setting his glass down heavily, and Ivan set his hands around Nathen's waist to pry him off. Yakiv's arms were already out to receive him, though Nathen gave a sound of protest. "Do you have any idea how expensive that music box was?" Oh, that? Ivan glanced down to where his left knee had landed. The box still played, but he must have landed on the corner of it because one wooden leg had snapped in half. Oh, it was wooden, right? Just as he lifted his head, Ivan felt pain blossom across his left cheek.

He didn't fall. He was too big for one of his father's blows to topple him anymore. "Papa, he was falling!" Yakiv spoke up at once, but Vikenty didn't even pause. He wasn't satisfied that Ivan hadn't gone down, and so he used his foot instead. The kick hit Ivan in the stomach, but it only made his son wrap his arms around it, giving a cough.

"You know how much trouble your mother went through to pick that out? Huh? You spoiled little bastard! Do you think I have money to throw away?" There was another hit, this one with his open palm at least. Ivan could taste the blood on the inside of his cheek.

"Ah, Nathen no!" Yakiv's voice drew both of their attention. Ivan's youngest brother had raced back over to them, and he lifted his music box from the floor. Ivan gasped as he raised it over his head, his expression strangely twisted. He opened his own mouth to protest, not the box! This isn't the box's fault!, but Vikenty was faster. He grasped the young boys' little wrist in one giant hand, snatching the music box away with the other. Nathen didn't even give a sound of pain, but his expression said it all.

"What is this? You're all out to ruin me! Is this how you show your appreciation for all I do for you? You're all just like your mother! Useless, money sucking little bitches! I should—!"

"Get your hand off of him! I broke it, not Nathen!" Ivan spoke up finally, and just as he knew it would, it got his father's attention back. Vikenty released Nathen's wrist and he shoved the music box into Yakiv's hands.

"Put this on my desk, I'll fix it later. And finish with breakfast; I have work to do today!" Those cold, steel-blue eyes turned back to Ivan. "You, go up to your room! I'll come up when I have the time to remind my arrogant and ungrateful excuse for a son who the head of this house is! Until then, you'll have time to think about exactly what I provide for you and why you should be respectful!" The message was clear; they'd been through this before. To 'remind him' why he should be 'grateful', that meant that Ivan would spent the day sitting in his room. He would take off his clothing, clothing his father had bought, and he would sit on his floor. The bed, well, his father had bought that. And Vikenty had bought anything that he might have covered up with, too. Ivan would wait, without food or drink, for his father to come and 'talk' with him. Vikenty didn't 'talk' without a belt or a rod in his hand, of course.

There was nothing out of the ordinary about the day, really. The only addition was the music box. But then, it was New Years, and gifts were to be expected. Oh, for his brothers of course. Men didn't need gifts, correction Ivan didn't need them—that would only spoil him! Though his mother had always bought him something, that was over now. His mother was gone.

.-'-. ABOUT ME .-'-.

NAME: Pat
AGE: 22
NATIONALITY: Canadian!
WEB: creator and administrator!
SKILL: depends on mood, 7-8 when inspired, 4-5-6 if not....
PRESENCE: need to find job and shit, but i take care of all of ya, so between 3 and 4.5

OTHER: I LOVE ALL THE HETALIAN CHICKS! THEY"RE AWESOME!!!!!!