Post by avel vaughnovich dombrovski on Jul 19, 2012 10:20:12 GMT -6
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 the basics FULL NAME avel vaughnovich dombrovski AGE & DOB 29 | OCTOBER 24 HOMETOWN moscow, russia born: new york city, new york ETHNICITY russian. american citizen. LANGUAGES SPOKEN russian, english, spanish, dutch, czech SEXUAL ORIENTATION heterosexual HAIR COLOR dirty blonde EYE COLOR blue HEIGHT & WEIGHT 6'1" | 170 LBS DISTINGUISHING MARKS light blue eyes, facial hair. |
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"he blows smoke out of his mouth in the form of a perfect o. it took years to perfect. his eyes are unfocused staring across the smoke-filled room of his parent's club. red lights of sex and seduction flash across his face as he sits in a red chair with big armrests. he is aware that two women were propped up on the arm rests. one traces the slope of his neck as the other plays with his hair. of course he has a glock strapped to the inside of his suit jacket. his father taught him never to leave the house without one. you never know when you're going to need it."
avel's story starts in new york city. his parents were there because tatiana wanted to visit there. see times square, go to a broadway show, watch a ballet, and who was vaughn to deny his wife a week of american opportunity? he mentioned that maybe she shouldn't be traveling eight months pregnant with their second child, but tatiana ignored him, a trait her husband knew too well. they lived in moscow and they traveled to new york city with their first born son in tow. the beginning of the week started off thrilling. buying pretzels from street vendors and visiting ellis island. that was until tatiana's water broke. a month early they had no choice but to go to an american hospital to have their second child, who turned out to be another son that they named avel. he was born a full-blooding russian american citizen. the american citizen bit would later come in handy when he moved to america, the fear of being deported would never cross his mind. so, the new york trip was cut short and as soon as they were able, they flew back to moscow where they raised their boys.
it seems like they were just some normal, russian family. but that was far from the truth. vaughn and tatiana were soldiers in the russian bratva. they worked under vaughn's uncle, who ran brigade two - the brigade of the bratva that solely focused on human trafficking. the husband and wife were a team. they were often sent out in the field, luring innocent women into a life they would surely hate. tatiana was always a beautiful woman and had the uncanny ability to make people trust her. yes, they were abducting young women and men, and the occasional child and sending them back to moscow where they would tart working. when they traveled to different countries and tourists attractions, they brought their sons with them. they were still a family and acted like so. vaughn and tatiana fully intended to raise their sons in the life, so at young ages, they were already training them. vaughn taught his boys how to fight, tatiana taught them different languages that benefited the trade the dombrovskis were a part of. avel was seven years old when he learned that his parents were criminals. he never thought it was wrong, because he never knew any other way. though, he and his brother didn't learn that their parents were sex traffickers until they were teenagers.
"ice blue eyes find their way to the window. america. so different than russia in every way. he gets up, giving his half-smoked cigar to the girl playing with his neck. she takes it almost eagerly, happy to get his attention. she wasn't going to get more than that, if she wanted, she should find his brother. hands in pocket, he walks to the window. the city below glittering with the nightlife only looks like specs in the night. the fiftieth floor was reserved for only valkyrie's highest paying customers. businessmen, politicians, and ceos frequented the place. he didn't start out as a contract killer, but he certainly killed before he was sixteen."
he was fourteen when he found out about his parents. avel knew then why his parents had been training his brother and him. they were training to become soldiers. avel never objected because this was how he grew up and this was what he knew he had to do. they still attended school. his mother didn't want dumb children. while boys his age were playing sports, avel was disarming and arming guns, differentiating between what guns were used for what jobs. while his brother focuses on strength, avel focused on his aim. his father was proud of avel, as long as he paid attention long enough to shoot. avel was his mother's son. loud, passionate, rowdy. growing up in the darkest life, avel always found the humor in everything. he loved a good party.
you might think that there would be no need in have contract killers in brigade two, but you did. he wasn't promoted to torpedo until he was twenty four, but when he was fifteen, his father made him take out a "client" that was revealed to be an undercover russian detective. it was a test. to see if he could do it. vaughn sent him out into the night. avel knew the guy was going to be at the opera with his wife. so avel perched himself up on the roof of the building across from it. his exit strategy in place. the sniper was in place and right as the man walked out into the street - avel pulled the trigger. kill shot. his father taught him when you're there to kill, you don't waste your time. use one shot, and one shot only. he disarmed the sniper at an alarming speed and got out of there. when he returned, it was already on the news. no leads, no suspects. his father was proud.
as he grew older, his ego and confidence grew with him. by seventeen, he was a full-fledged boyevik, or soldier for the bratva. with his brother, they did what was very similar to his parent's job. they were young, attractive brothers that traveled around europe. their talents lied with find young teenage and young adult women. which was easy when you knew where to go. between the two, they knew languages of certain countries and had a fun time picking up girls, even if they were going to kidnap them and send them off to russia. american girls were coveted. who knew since the american media really liked internationally streaming high profile cases if they took the wrong girl. but the demand for american girls was high and the dombrovski brothers only supplied.
he remained with this job for awhile. mainly because he and his brother were good at it. they were different enough from each other and played off the other to seem very trusting. inside the bratva, avel was well-liked. maybe seemed somewhat annoying due to his loud personality, but everyone likes a confident soldier. off the job, avel was a party boy. seen at clubs around russia driving the cool cars with the models on both arms. his father told him to reign it in, his mother told his father to leave him alone. you're only twenty once.
"'i see you found yourself a fan club.' his mother runs her hand down his stubble. he glances down at her, it had been years since he outgrew her. she hands him a glass of scotch, ice cubes clink along the edge. he hears low music playing, only a backdrop to the moans drifting out of the private rooms. his eyes look back out at the skyline of this naive city. 'have i?' he asks. he pretends to not notice, but he is aware of it. his mother smiles. like a cat. he sees it from the flashing red lights reflecting off the window. 'there's someone here to see you.' he turns and sees a member of the bratva, higher than he. the man lifts his own drink before taking a drink. avel does the same. he knows what this is about. he's done this before, lots of different ways. in an alley, a house, a crowded courtyard, a movie theater. he walks over to the man at the table, the manilla envelope laying squarely in the center."
just because he's a soldier doesn't mean he hasn't had his fair share of relationships. he's had girlfriends, was engaged once, but things never worked out because of what he does. only few found out, and he's very adamant on sharing this part of his life with a woman. but it has proven to be difficult. like his mother, avel loves to love, and he is truly convinced he'll find someone like his father had. when he was twenty four, he was promoted. he became a torpedo, a contract killer. his precision and execution made him the perfect candidate. his knowledge goes far beyond that of a common criminal. when someone needs a job done, avel can take care of it. one shot, just like his father taught him. he's done hits all over europe. mostly people who threaten to talk, spies, politicians, and law enforcement. he knows he can't have a heart when he does it. he doesn't call them people or humans, he calls them targets, because to him, that is all they are. there had been a couple that really got to him, but he just had to put his foot forward and move on.
three months ago, the prospect of business in valkyrie had picked up and his father was promoted to avtorityet of the valkyrie division. his parents crafted an idea of opening an exclusive club in the top floors of the inferno where they could continue the sex trafficking business. it has proven to be a good investment because one thing people cannot live without is sex. bringing their best... workers with them, they named the club luxuria, lust in latin. it is very difficult to get on the guest list here but if you know the right people and have enough money, you just might get invited.
"'who's the target?" he asks picking the envelope up. the man shrugs. "someone who needs to be taken care of." it was a common answer. he opens the envelope pulling out the contents. a couple pictures were paperclipped to the document. his eyes glance over it, surveillance had been well thought out. how... creepy that these people have no idea they are being watched. watched only to be killed. avel looks up. "when does this need to be done?" the man finishes his drink and stands. "you have forty-eight hours."
important people:
vaughn dombrovski - father - brigade two avtorityet
tatiana dombrovski - mother - madame of luxuria
--- dombrovski - older brother- brigade two krysha/byki
[/color][/size][/div]avel's story starts in new york city. his parents were there because tatiana wanted to visit there. see times square, go to a broadway show, watch a ballet, and who was vaughn to deny his wife a week of american opportunity? he mentioned that maybe she shouldn't be traveling eight months pregnant with their second child, but tatiana ignored him, a trait her husband knew too well. they lived in moscow and they traveled to new york city with their first born son in tow. the beginning of the week started off thrilling. buying pretzels from street vendors and visiting ellis island. that was until tatiana's water broke. a month early they had no choice but to go to an american hospital to have their second child, who turned out to be another son that they named avel. he was born a full-blooding russian american citizen. the american citizen bit would later come in handy when he moved to america, the fear of being deported would never cross his mind. so, the new york trip was cut short and as soon as they were able, they flew back to moscow where they raised their boys.
it seems like they were just some normal, russian family. but that was far from the truth. vaughn and tatiana were soldiers in the russian bratva. they worked under vaughn's uncle, who ran brigade two - the brigade of the bratva that solely focused on human trafficking. the husband and wife were a team. they were often sent out in the field, luring innocent women into a life they would surely hate. tatiana was always a beautiful woman and had the uncanny ability to make people trust her. yes, they were abducting young women and men, and the occasional child and sending them back to moscow where they would tart working. when they traveled to different countries and tourists attractions, they brought their sons with them. they were still a family and acted like so. vaughn and tatiana fully intended to raise their sons in the life, so at young ages, they were already training them. vaughn taught his boys how to fight, tatiana taught them different languages that benefited the trade the dombrovskis were a part of. avel was seven years old when he learned that his parents were criminals. he never thought it was wrong, because he never knew any other way. though, he and his brother didn't learn that their parents were sex traffickers until they were teenagers.
"ice blue eyes find their way to the window. america. so different than russia in every way. he gets up, giving his half-smoked cigar to the girl playing with his neck. she takes it almost eagerly, happy to get his attention. she wasn't going to get more than that, if she wanted, she should find his brother. hands in pocket, he walks to the window. the city below glittering with the nightlife only looks like specs in the night. the fiftieth floor was reserved for only valkyrie's highest paying customers. businessmen, politicians, and ceos frequented the place. he didn't start out as a contract killer, but he certainly killed before he was sixteen."
he was fourteen when he found out about his parents. avel knew then why his parents had been training his brother and him. they were training to become soldiers. avel never objected because this was how he grew up and this was what he knew he had to do. they still attended school. his mother didn't want dumb children. while boys his age were playing sports, avel was disarming and arming guns, differentiating between what guns were used for what jobs. while his brother focuses on strength, avel focused on his aim. his father was proud of avel, as long as he paid attention long enough to shoot. avel was his mother's son. loud, passionate, rowdy. growing up in the darkest life, avel always found the humor in everything. he loved a good party.
you might think that there would be no need in have contract killers in brigade two, but you did. he wasn't promoted to torpedo until he was twenty four, but when he was fifteen, his father made him take out a "client" that was revealed to be an undercover russian detective. it was a test. to see if he could do it. vaughn sent him out into the night. avel knew the guy was going to be at the opera with his wife. so avel perched himself up on the roof of the building across from it. his exit strategy in place. the sniper was in place and right as the man walked out into the street - avel pulled the trigger. kill shot. his father taught him when you're there to kill, you don't waste your time. use one shot, and one shot only. he disarmed the sniper at an alarming speed and got out of there. when he returned, it was already on the news. no leads, no suspects. his father was proud.
as he grew older, his ego and confidence grew with him. by seventeen, he was a full-fledged boyevik, or soldier for the bratva. with his brother, they did what was very similar to his parent's job. they were young, attractive brothers that traveled around europe. their talents lied with find young teenage and young adult women. which was easy when you knew where to go. between the two, they knew languages of certain countries and had a fun time picking up girls, even if they were going to kidnap them and send them off to russia. american girls were coveted. who knew since the american media really liked internationally streaming high profile cases if they took the wrong girl. but the demand for american girls was high and the dombrovski brothers only supplied.
he remained with this job for awhile. mainly because he and his brother were good at it. they were different enough from each other and played off the other to seem very trusting. inside the bratva, avel was well-liked. maybe seemed somewhat annoying due to his loud personality, but everyone likes a confident soldier. off the job, avel was a party boy. seen at clubs around russia driving the cool cars with the models on both arms. his father told him to reign it in, his mother told his father to leave him alone. you're only twenty once.
"'i see you found yourself a fan club.' his mother runs her hand down his stubble. he glances down at her, it had been years since he outgrew her. she hands him a glass of scotch, ice cubes clink along the edge. he hears low music playing, only a backdrop to the moans drifting out of the private rooms. his eyes look back out at the skyline of this naive city. 'have i?' he asks. he pretends to not notice, but he is aware of it. his mother smiles. like a cat. he sees it from the flashing red lights reflecting off the window. 'there's someone here to see you.' he turns and sees a member of the bratva, higher than he. the man lifts his own drink before taking a drink. avel does the same. he knows what this is about. he's done this before, lots of different ways. in an alley, a house, a crowded courtyard, a movie theater. he walks over to the man at the table, the manilla envelope laying squarely in the center."
just because he's a soldier doesn't mean he hasn't had his fair share of relationships. he's had girlfriends, was engaged once, but things never worked out because of what he does. only few found out, and he's very adamant on sharing this part of his life with a woman. but it has proven to be difficult. like his mother, avel loves to love, and he is truly convinced he'll find someone like his father had. when he was twenty four, he was promoted. he became a torpedo, a contract killer. his precision and execution made him the perfect candidate. his knowledge goes far beyond that of a common criminal. when someone needs a job done, avel can take care of it. one shot, just like his father taught him. he's done hits all over europe. mostly people who threaten to talk, spies, politicians, and law enforcement. he knows he can't have a heart when he does it. he doesn't call them people or humans, he calls them targets, because to him, that is all they are. there had been a couple that really got to him, but he just had to put his foot forward and move on.
three months ago, the prospect of business in valkyrie had picked up and his father was promoted to avtorityet of the valkyrie division. his parents crafted an idea of opening an exclusive club in the top floors of the inferno where they could continue the sex trafficking business. it has proven to be a good investment because one thing people cannot live without is sex. bringing their best... workers with them, they named the club luxuria, lust in latin. it is very difficult to get on the guest list here but if you know the right people and have enough money, you just might get invited.
"'who's the target?" he asks picking the envelope up. the man shrugs. "someone who needs to be taken care of." it was a common answer. he opens the envelope pulling out the contents. a couple pictures were paperclipped to the document. his eyes glance over it, surveillance had been well thought out. how... creepy that these people have no idea they are being watched. watched only to be killed. avel looks up. "when does this need to be done?" the man finishes his drink and stands. "you have forty-eight hours."
important people:
vaughn dombrovski - father - brigade two avtorityet
tatiana dombrovski - mother - madame of luxuria
--- dombrovski - older brother- brigade two krysha/byki
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ALIAS lainey
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE many
OTHER CHARACTERS the scoobies.
HOW'D YOU FIND US? i am to vside as klaus is to vampires.
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YEARS OF EXPERIENCE many
OTHER CHARACTERS the scoobies.
HOW'D YOU FIND US? i am to vside as klaus is to vampires.
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