Evgeni Yusoupov, Barsuk.

[Barsuk Evgeni Yusoupov]

BARSUK EVGENI YUSOUPOV

... the mask

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.. basic character information

Birth Name: Barsuk Evgenievich Yusoupov. (Real first name Valentin, Evgenievich typically westernized to simply Evgeni.)
Nickname: Bar / Bars.
Pronunciation: Bahr-SUKE Ehv-jenny You-suh-pov.
Gender: Male.
Age: 23.
Birth date: December 9.
Major: Kung Fu / General fighting.
Classes: Self Defense 101 - 102, Kung Fu.
Animal Identity: Badger.

.. personality

Likes:

• Work.
  
• Rules.
  
• Organization.
  
• Guns / weapons.
  
• Arguing / Discussions.
  
• Tea and coffee with fresh honey in it.
  
• Cold weather.
  
• Languages.
  
• Reading.
  
• Martial arts.
  

Dislikes:

• Disrespect.
  
• People under 10.
  
• Hot weather / Humidity.
  
• Racism.
  
• Slackers and liars.
  
• Bees.
  
• Kid's who whine about getting mildly hurt. (Such as a scraped knee or something, not broken bones.)
  
• Days where he has nothing important to do.
  
• Feeling lazy.
  
• Co-workers who don't take their job seriously.
  

Fears:

• Swarms of bees.
  
• Going blind.
  
• Loosing his tolerance to pain.
  
• Romance.
  

Strengths:

• Smart.
  
• Strong.
  
• Quick-thinking.
  

Weaknesses:

• Doesn't have amazing social skills, except when he's drunk.
  
• Quick to get awkward in public places.
  
• Once he starts fighting he doesn't know when to stop.
  
• He's.. kind of a prude.
  

Overall: All in all, Barsuk is a businessman who prefers to be alone. When faced with someone new, Barsuk will introduce himself and answer any questions they may have, but rarely does he ever go farther then that as to inquire into their lives. If you two seem to share an interest, or you mention something he likes in passing, he'll gladly put on a small smile and debate it with you until your heart's content. If you say something to amuse him or just say something he finds ignorant, he'll let out a low chuckle, closing his eyes and shaking his head back and forth slightly, much like an uppity noble person. He doesn't really have an addicting personality per se, but he is a recovering alcoholic. he acquired a taste for vodka at a young age and is trying to wean himself off of the stuff with it's less potent cousin- beer. He rarely drinks anymore, but when he does he turns into a party animal, dancing on tables and singing off key loudly in Russian. He'll hang on your shoulder and tell you how amazing a friend you are, even if he doesn't know you. His students and co-workers know never to mention these little outbreaks, and most simply tell him he sat in the corner doing nothing all night. when it comes to being outside of the classroom, Barsuk is generally very quiet, only loud enough for people to barely hear him. He does this so that people have to be quiet around him to hear his opinions, which are often very relative. In the classroom however, he takes on the qualities of a slightly benevolent dictator- shouting orders and making sure his students are doing what they are told when they are told. He's very by the book, and doesn't take 'I can't' for an answer. His kids have to learn that in this pack, he's the alpha and they are all the omegas, and have to be prepared to take what he gives. This, however, doesn't mean he can't be compassionate, but something has to really strike home and strike the right chord for him to care enough to show it. Normally if he cares he'll help you anonymously so no one makes a big deal and his 'look' isn't damaged, losing the respect he had acquired. Barsuk thinks and sometimes talks in Russian to others without realizing it, having only learned English to get the teaching job at Shifter Academy. His students should at least know the words for 'Fight' and 'Defense' seeing as he uses them so much. Because of the stressful times in war because of his shifting, he sometimes has flashbacks to it if the right thing triggers his mind. He's rather a prude, and is freaked out of anything romantic and anything that can have nudity or romantic themes. He doesn't like being around people when he's shirtless, and it freaks him out to see women with less then a shirt and pants/long shorts on.

.. appearance

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Celebrity Play By: James Tomlin.
Appearance: As a human, Barsuk is tall, at around 6'7. His face is sharp, with a chin that sticks out a bit. Blonde stubble covers his chin and part of his neck, though he shaves every day, mostly in the morning. His hair is an unnaturally white blonde, but it is in fact natural, just most don't think it compared to his green eyes. His eyes are a bright gray-green, and are sometimes hidden by his hair, though he tries to stop it. If not on the job, he'll spike it up, letting it jut out in front of him, but when he's teaching or in the classroom, he tries to keep it neat, parted to the side. His jawline is squared, and his chin comes to a blunt point. His lips are about the same size, the bottom maybe a bit bigger, and are a little darker then most. As for scars, he has a large one on his chest stretching from his left shoulder blade down to his right hip, a bit below the belt line, made by a soviet sword. His legs and arms are rather long, with thick fingers and large hands covered in calluses. He dresses mostly business casual, but occasionally will wear his uniform if he has nothing else. He always wears his black combat boots over his pants, never under, as a force of habit.

As a badger, he has the tell tale markings, the black and white body, the long face with the red velvet colored nose and the sunken in eyes. He has the obvious black stripes going from the back of his neck to the tip of his nose, passing over his eyes like a mask. His chest is white, while his back is black, and his paws are also striped like his face. A long, thin strip of faint gray fur runs along his chest, following the outline of the scar he has as a human. The fur there is also shorter. His eyes are different though, while they appear black and beady like a normal badger, if you catch them in the light they appear to have a faint tinge of green to them. his claws are long and pointed, a brilliant white color normally, as he cleans himself religiously when he's shifted. It seems to be an OCD he has only as an animal. His ears are small and flappy, a solid black, and have a small trail of black that follows around his chin.[/size]

.. history

Parents: Ivana and Evgeni Yusoupov.
Siblings: None.
As a young child, Valentin Evgenievich Yusoupov was a born fighter. He would spend most of his days in the cold, vast fields behind his birth-home in Igarka, Russia. when he was 6, he was sent a soviet military preparation school, his father, Evgeni Yusoupov, being highly involved and ranked in the Soviet army. Due to his aggressive nature he earned the nickname "барсук" or "Barsuk" meaning "Badger." which he would later adopt as his legal name, resenting the name he was given, Valentin being his grandfather on his mother's side.

Barsuk would later go on to graduate as the equivalent of a valedictorian in his class.

At the sparring grounds, a 12-year-old Barsuk was proving top of his class in hand to hand combat, and was set to start gun practices and firing drills at 14. It was predicted he would also best most or all of his class in this as well, but however, as the sadistic nature of shifting was, it had to come at the most inconvenient of times.

During his 7th year at the school, the 13-year-old students were practicing disarming opponents of knives and blades outside in a barren field behind the school's gym. Barsuk's opponent was a jealous boy named Hektor Velenko. Hektor was holding a blunt-edged dagger as Barsuk kicked at it with his heavy black boots, trying to knock the 'blade' from his hand. Just as Barsuk was really getting into the mindset, whirling and throwing kicks at Hektor every which way, Hektor pulled out a dirty trick. He stepped to the side as Barsuk delivered a particularly large kick, stumbling forward a bit and landing that kick on a large tree with enough force to knock something heavy out of the branches.. Barsuk's eyes widened as the beehive came crashing down around him and all the other students ran for shelter. The bees swarmed around him as he fell to his knees in a puddle of fresh honey.

Suddenly Barsuk had an excruciating head ache. In fact, it felt like his brain was pressing into his skull, as if his head was shrinking. Then again, he was being stung by hundreds of bees. Trying to crawl away, Barsuk heard and felt his bones pop out of place and saw his limbs shrinking and his skin becoming more pink. He swore he heard himself cry out softly as his bones snapped and cracked. Fur exploded from all of his skin, and his nails grew and hardened into claws. He felt his eyes sink back into his head as his nose grew into a snout. With the fur now protecting him, the bee's stings didn't make it through. With his frustration, fear, and surprise bursting out, Barsuk swatted down every single bee and killed them all before crawling back towards the school. Somehow, he willed himself back to human right in front of the school doors.

Barsuk marveled at his ripped and torn uniform as he was led to the infirmary for his stings. Thank god he wasn't allergic. The two teens lay him on a bed as he messed with the tattered brown T-shirt that used to be his summer uniform shirt. All he saw before he passed out from the stings were the two teens standing over him as the nurse plucked stingers from his arms.

Once back in school, he had to watch his anger issues, as every time he got incredibly angry, he would shift into a badger. Barsuk managed to keep this from everyone for as long as it took to graduate. Only a few students saw him, and the school dismissed at as hallucinations from training in the sun. The students' underwent mental evaluations and Barsuk went un-questioned, this went on until his graduation at 17, after which he immediately took a 5 year service in the Russian military as a combat expert. Only after he was there did he remember his weakness. Barsuk tended to get very angry during his fights, and would turn into his animal. He had made a giant mistake.

For 5 years he had to be careful not to get mad, he made it out alive, with only a large scar across his chest from his left shoulder to his right hip, shown as a faint gray stripe when he shifts. After he left the army, despite wishes to go back, he figured his best bet was to pass on his knowledge, and so he did, but constant worrying made him think of this: what if he shifts in front of the class? This problem was solved when he found Shifter Academy- and he's been there ever since, though due to the schools rules, he attended one year first- choosing his major as Kung Fu, and graduating the one year at 22, the as old as most of his teachers, and then going on to become one himself.

.. connecting human to animal

Barsuk is fierce and fighting, just like a badger lurking for food and defense, and won't give up. He's quick to anger and bare his teeth in contempt, but otherwise looks rather harmless and nice. His actions are fast, and his defense is amazing. He's rather bulky, just like a badger, and uses this to aid him in whatever he does. He also has an unexplained fondness for honey.

.. literacy

From a wolf roleplay.

Stepping carefully through the field outside the old, abandoned school of the city, Johnny's black and white eyes scanned the old debris left from classes passed as he tried not to fall over his windswept legs. Old pencils, a shoe, a jacket- no doubt left behind by some forgetful kindergartner- a pair of glasses, a rotted notebook, and a few empty soda cups. He smiled slightly at the spotting of the soda cups. He wondered idly what flavor it was. Johnny loved soda, really. He'd had his fair share at the bar where people were too scared of him to argue. His favorites were grape soda, root beer, and vanilla coke. He saw the sticky residue left inside the white plastic cup was a red color, and guessed at a strawberry soda or a juice of some sort. Shrugging, Johnny kept walking, his odd and slightly limping gait struggling to step around all of the old stumps and rocks so as to not hurt himself even worse then he was now.

Black paw pads slammed down onto the rocks, making the male wince every now and then. Finally a sharp rock managed to pierce his paw, making a red liquid ooze out. "Ow. Oh.. damn." he said, lifting his paw as much as he could without toppling over. His voice was smooth, like a 20 year old human guy's, and it had no discernible accent aside from his sayings and small quirks. Fairly normal as opposed to the rest of him. He lowered his head, eyes giant and wide due to his Dalrymples. but these weren't normal, they were pure black except for small white pupils, and those were surrounded by extremely thin bands of color, one eye a red, the other purple. Always wide, it gave him a possessed appearance. This wasn't helped by the fact that under his eyes were faded streaks of black fading more as they went down, looking like he cried while wearing eyeliner. Along with these lines are faded black spots, like freckles under his eyes. It honestly looks like he literally cried black tears.

And why was he always toppling over you ask? Well.. poor Johnny boy has windswept disorder. His legs twist and bend much like a person trying to bend and twist their legs 90o degrees to the side, while keeping their feet and knees in front of them. his back legs lean to the left, his front lean to the right. His tail is completely limp and has no feeling, due to paraplegia.

Sighing, the male's bright white pelt crinkled and the fur shifted, showing a very thin, emaciated frame. Don't be fooled though, he eats well, just the positions of his bone make his rib cage stick to his fur closer then normal. "Better clean this off somehow.." he said, stepping over to a nice, soft patch of grass. He wiped the dirty paw with the cut in the sweet grass, watching blood soak small parts before stopping. He spit on the ground and rolled the cut in it- his alternative to being able to lick his wound manually. Sighing happily and smiling slightly as he felt the familiar stinging feeling of his wound being cleaned by his spit, he wondered idly what it was like to other wolves who had to lick the dirt off their paw when they did this sort of thing. Smiling, he tilted his head cockily. 'This just goes to show it's nice to be a freak sometimes.' he thought to himself before shaking his head in an amused fashion and keeping up his pace, however slow that was.

Tail bouncing an moving stupidly behind him, and he had no knowledge of it, he looked like an idiot. He looked, from behind, like he was mentally retarded. but I assure you, he's not. Described by others as a genius, Johnny was far from average, let alone stupid. Signing under his breath as he walked- er.. wobbled- through the field used by kids past as a football field, he smiled widely. "So sweet I can hardly speak due to such trauma in my teeth, but your body language is telling me what you're worth the pain. So weak I can hardly keep shaky legs holding up my feet. But your body language is telling me that I'm not to blame. And I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son, and I have done a few things I regret. But practice makes perfect, practice makes perfect sense to me."

His voice carried, and no doubt others could hear him. His odd eyes glowed slightly, the black becoming a bit darker, it seemed, as he wobbled to a halt, laying down in a bed of soft grass and a soccer net in a way that made his legs appear normal. Should he stand up, however, it would be revealed that his legs were hideously deformed. Then, he took his teeth and pulled his paralyzed tail over his feet. He lay his head down and closed his eyes, also hiding that deformity. To any passerby he would just look like a normal white wolf with spots under his eyes.

He wondered what the reaction of the wolf that just made a loud CRACK sound in front of him might be should he open his eyes again.
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