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[SHAAN C VLADISLAV]

Shaan Corvus Vladislav

"Always Waiting For The Worst To Get Me By"

--------------------The Basics

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Name: Shaan Corvus Vladislav
Age: Seventeen
Nicknames: Corry, Vladdie, Pride, Slavv
Birthday: October 31 1995
Orientation: Pansexual
Member Group: Step one
Occupation: N/A
Reasons for being admitted:
Depression
Self Mutilation
Suicidal Thoughts and/or Attempts
Pyromania

--------------------Appearance

Hair: Long blonde, very soft and silky that seems to shimmer.
Eyes: Deep ocean blue, larger shape
Height: Five foot two
Skin Tone: Pale as the moon
Weight: About one twenty
Play-by: Allison Havard
Style: The typical Gothic or emo style, tigh jeans, black and more black. On the occasion she can get it, leather.
Additional Features: All of her right ear pierced, a scar under her right eye, on the bride of her nose. A patch of scars on her left shoulder and both thighs. One large one on her throat.

--------------------Personality

Overall Personality:
She tends to lean towards the quiet side of things. though she will make an effort to be social at occasion. she is slightly sociopathic in the manner that she tends to forget that her actions have a consequence to them and she tends to not care much for others in the regards that she would kill even her best friend for a good laugh. She tends to like to sing and dance, however she thinks it too much a female task for her so she tends to keep it a seceret. Her injury tends to make her try and avoid people, she hates to be watche and gets very nervous.

Likes:
•Blood
•Blades
•Pain
•Men
•Piercings

Dislikes:
•Mushrooms
•Noise
•Sunlight
•Women
•Spiders

Strengths:
•Very Sly and Resourceful
•Methodical
•Intelligent
Weaknesses:
•Tempermental
•Cutter/burner
•Bad with math
Secrets: Drinks her blood after cutting.
Hopes: To get Out Of Here

--------------------History

Family:
Krodha Vladislav; 35; Alive
Mekael Jeeves; 40; Unsure
Hometown: Edgewater, Maryland
History:
She was born to A former gypsy woman named Krodha, her mother was young at the time and had fled to the US with her american born father. Her mother became enthralled with tattoo's and decided to take up the art. From the time Shaan was born she was raised with art and the idea that the skin is a canvas, so she always tries to stand apart and look as different as she can.

When she was in elementary school, she met a girl named Megan. The two clicked and refused to be apart. Her mother ended up leaving her father because they had fought nearly every night. Her father does not visit her and she knows very little about him. She spent nearly every night at Megans during the time they divorced.

That was the first time she had ever cut. Listening to her mother cry she took a blade to her arm and it was love. She began to need and depend on it more and more each time.

Once she was in middle school, rumors spread about her being a witch. Kids would throw things at her and run from her "spells". by seventh grade she was removed from the original school for rumors of her having a hit list. One was never found but the damage was done, and she was moved to home school for the rest of Middle school, she kept in contact with only her best friend Megan.

After entering Highschool in 9th grade she realized that she liked to be alone. She would sit and eat alone every single day, Megan not having any classes together. She developed feelings for her best friend and hid that burdon all year. She was nearly expelled from school after being hit with a water bottle and throwing a punch. Her mother fought for her to stay.

She ended up creeping into Megans room, overcome with love for the girl she told her how she felt. After being rejected she went home and tried to cut her throat open. The wound was too shallow and she was found, sent to the hospital and then here.

--------------------Player

Alias: Shaan
Where'd you find us?: Proboards
Experience: On and off for seven years
Other Characters: None yet
Anything else?: Nope
RP Sample:
Cael graoned as he leaned back in the chair, he hated his job so very much. The man closed his eyes as he felt the urge that always tended to come around. The urge for a stiff drink. He pulled open his desk drawer, fetching the full bottle of Jack inside. He smirked as he leaned back in the chair once more, twisting the top from the bottle as he tossed his head back, the cold, burning liquid pouring through his throat. He shifted through his phone untill he found his favorite drinking song. All That I've Got by The Used.

He sighed as he turned the music up, letting it blast loudly. Then again, it was after school, the only ones here were some teachers and of course the students staying after for clubs. He figured he would be able to be well alone now all things being considered. He sighed as he took another long gulp of the liquid. Why didnt he just do this during class. granted half of his kids would bitch and whine at him, but he didnt care, he had the power to give detentions.

He noticed he had left the door to the class room open, he bit his lower lip as he shrugged. The half unbuttoned Black button up shirt and tight jeans looked almost too normal on him. His hands wrapped in black fingerless gloves and his feet adorned in combat boots. He dressed more like the punk kids of the school. He sighed as he let his free hand trace his bare chest for a moment.

He shuddered, taking a long sip of the bottle as he looked around, he figured he would just get the rest of his work done tomorrow, let the kids watch a movie or something in class while he did his job. Yeah, that would work.

--------------------Credit

This app was made my CharLee right here at Here and Now!

Song lyrics belong to All Time Low - "A Daydream Away"

[CHARLEE]