Yuriy Ivanov [4/?]xtirpateDecember 1 2008, 05:14:01 UTC
Canon History: Yuriy was born and raised in Russia. His mother was a homemaker and his father was a proud soldier. He lived happily with his family until things in Russia began to change. His father, whom had been fighting all his life, was laid off and no longer a soldier. The man became lazy, and drunk, and abusive. After the constant and escalating abuse his mother finally left and in so left Yuriy with his father defenceless. Yuriy kept hope that maybe one day she would return; but of course she did not. His father continued to be a controlling man who made Yuriy get his alcohol, food, and cigarettes. Yuriy was unable to eat or touch anything in the house being confined to his room unless needed by his father. To survive he had to learn to steal food and other necessities for himself and his father.
As young, he often ran off to escape. Sadly, it got to the point where the streets were more comfortable than at home. The boy got into many street brawls over savaged goods, trespassing, and other such things. It was on the streets and through his less than admirable reputation where Yuriy met Boris. With just one look at each other they immediately knew the others story and became good friends. This was also where Yuriy was first introduced to beyblading. He quickly took interest in the game, and very quickly became a name to be known in the underground beyblading world; along with the rest of the underground.
This was how he and Boris caught the attention of Balcoff and how his new life began. Balcoff had been watching the children that roamed the streets with Boris and Yuriy having the dominant strength, talent, and intelligence - they stuck out to him. Yuriy and Boris were both kidnapped one day and tossed into a cold room in the basement of Balcoff Abbey. Balcoffs promise of freedom from his current life, a promise at a chance to become the greatest beyblader in history, a promise of being more than just that but of receiving respect, admiration, and being part of the 'nobel fight' in Russia's dominance over the entire world - needless to say Balcoff's words were appealing enough to let the kidnapping slide. Yuriy, being the mere age of six or so, took the offer and took refuge in the Balcoff Abbey where he was placed under the ruthless training and came out as the Abbey's second best blader with Boris, Ivan, and Sergei behind him and Kai at the top. Kai, getting more attention, more admiration, more everything, soon became Yuriy's enemy. He didn't trust him; didn't like him; was jealous. The more he learned about this pampered pompous boy, the more he hated him. However, with Kai leaving the Abbey at a young age of about eight or nine, Yuriy soon took over as favourite and best.
They entered the beyblade tournament when Yuriy was sixteen, and his team known as the NeoBorgs (Yuriy; Boris; Sergei; Ivan) easily made their way to the finals. The finals conveniently were being hosted in their hometown of Moscow. At one point Kai was convinced to come back to join the team; and as usual, Yuriy had a strong distaste for the other. Kai quickly took dominance over the team which quickly made Yuriy's dislike for Kai grow. Obviously Balcoff and Voltaire favoured Kai instead of Yuriy. However, in an unscheduled battle Kai 'returned to his senses' and went back to the other side putting Yuriy back on the top. The NeoBorg were just as strong as ever and Balcoff had an idea on how to make them even stronger. This was whatlead to Yuriy being experimented on by digitally and genetically enhancements and programming. Nonetheless, during the finals Yuriy lost to Takao after literally loosing it, and in a moment of humanity and humbleness he shook the others hand. A sign that the brainwashing and programming to make Yuriy emotionless and care about nothing other than winning did not work nearly as much as it was hoped.
Yuriy Ivanov [5/?]xtirpateDecember 1 2008, 05:14:52 UTC
(continued history)
Presumingly they returned to strengthen their abilities and plot and so on. Somewhere along the way they lost Ivan. Either he buggered off, or was thrown out, or simply was out favoured; all are just as probable as the other. Some people said that Balcoff was overpowered / banished from the abbey by NeoBorg team and the children there, and the abbey was there forth run by Yuriy and his team. Balcoff himself claims that he wondered the streets lost until he 'found the answer'. Its unclear what all truthfully happened. It is only clear that Yuriy and his team trained long and hard to get revenge on Balcoff.
Yuriy and his team return under the name Blitzkrieg Boys for the third year. The battle comes down to Kai and Takao where Takao wins after a long hard fight. When Balcoff returns with a new company known as BEGA, takes over the BBA, and pawns Takao into the idea of a professional Beyblade League; Yuriy and his team are quick to see through this and seek to put a stop to Balcoff once and for all. Balcoff turns the BBA into a training ground just as he did in the Abbey and merely covers his tracks a little better this time around. With the new organization is a new professional team, of course. The team already wrapped around Balcoff's finger.
Yuriy and the Blitzkrieg head to the BEGA headquarters to put a stop to BEGA and Balcoff. Yuriy, Boris, and Sergei challenge Boris to give them their strongest fighters to battle. Accepting the challenge they easily win. This is where Garland comes in and challenges Boris and Sergei defeating them easily. Boris had predicted this happening and planned everything out beforehand so when Garland challenges Yuriy tonnes of people flood in to watch. After a very long battle Yuriy loses and tells Takao about Boris and BEGA.
Takao issues a challenge against the BEGA team; five against five. All the while Yuriy is in the hospital. Life moves on and so does the challenge, Yuriy wakes up after its all over. Zippity doo daa, the end. Good guys won.
Yuriy Ivanov [6/?]xtirpateDecember 1 2008, 05:17:05 UTC
→ deviations Crux:Yuriy follows Balcoff after the tournament and challenges him to a battle to finish things once and for all. Tangent: The battle ultimately ended up taking Balcoffs life and almost took Yuriy's too. His team, unable to find them in the in the blizzard they fought in, was too late. In a strange twist of faith Yuriy's bitbeast Wolborg saves his life by putting his spiritual power and life into the boy. From there on out Yuriy and Wolborg were together in one body. However this, and his blade which had been completely destroyed, ensured that his Beyblading career was over. Still, he returned home to the Abbey to make things right there again and he returned to his life of savaging and street fighting if only to get enough money to help keep he and his 'family' together. The idea of joining the military had floated through his mind more than once from the second he had fully recovered. (about a month)
Quickly, though, the people who lived within the Abbey began to leave for differing reasons. First it was Sergei who left with a good number of children who had been brought there to learn to beyblade. From there on in Boris and Yuriy became closer than they were before. two months later Boris came to Yuriy stating that he too was leaving, being offered a job elsewhere. Yuriy made his decision and headed off (after grieving the loss for a week or so but he wont say that he liked Boris that much ever). Subconsciously it was obviously the decision he wanted to make. He wasn't sure how he knew of the place or how he knew how to get there, but he had made his way to Soeldei.
Allegiance:The Legion Reason:Yuriy has and always will be a soldier. He was drilled with the mindset of one since he was young. Usually I can go on and on about this but honestly, this is where he belongs the most. He might not be the nicest soldier, hell me might not be a good one (in the sense of good and bad) but he is one. He lives to fight whether its for honour, or independence, or protection, or just for the hell of it. He craves to be looked up to, and listened to. And so on.
Yuriy Ivanov [7/?]xtirpateDecember 1 2008, 05:18:35 UTC
Sample: Character receives a letter in the mail informing them of an old friend's death.
On cooler days like today, Yuriy couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic. If you were to ask him whether he missed home or not he wouldn't lie by saying no. No, the Russian did miss his home a lot and thought of it often, but even so he enjoyed it here as well. He had started out a new life like many of the others had and kept in contact with them as much as he could. Sometimes he considered visiting, and maybe someday he might; the day when he was ready to return to that place. His home was a bitter sweet one. Until than, he was satisfied here. Sure, there was changes but he made home of his place. He had a home now, even though the inside looked much like what you would expect of a Russian home. His wardrobe certainly changed. Ski suits didn't fit the weather so much. Though even here he could find home, so far away from home.
Today was a cool day, and by living near the water it was cooler than in close on land. Dressed in a blue form fitting sleeveless that zipped up the middle and thin blue fitting pants, his body leaned back open the palms of his hands that were placed slightly behind him. One leg draped over the other knee that fell over the dock he had which laid over the body of water. A pale bare toe just skimmed the surface of the cool liquid. There was a cup of warm tea by his side that made the entire scene all the more home-like. Scarlet locks shifted lightly in the wind as crystal blues watched the sun go down. Simple things like this, though it was unlikely for him to admit unless you knew him well, but simple things like this were so perfect.
That was until he closed his eyes and something came to him far too fast for him to comprehend. When they opened, a single line of tears fell down his pale cheek. His head turned to the side where footsteps had stopped.
"You are Yuriy Ivanov?" She sounded a little meek as she stepped forward with a letter in hand. He was confused for a moment, and weary. What had just happened . . . it wasn't good. Yuriy quickly looked away to wipe the stray line of tears before looking back.
"Da," he said quietly as his body shifted to a stand, "I am."
"This was to be sent directly to you," he held out the envelope than took a step back when he took it and bowed. He watched her leave before his eyes moved down to the envelope. It didn't feel right. Not at all.
Yuriy moved over to the edge of the dock to pick up his tea and made his way inside through the back door into the kitchen. The cup was set onto the table and he inhaled slowly before sliding a finger into the envelope to open it. He knew it wasn't good. He felt nervous as the paper was being unfolded in his hands. That flash, and the tears. It began to made sense as he read. His eyes stuck on those strung together words upon the paper.
Yuriy Ivanov [8/8]xtirpateDecember 1 2008, 05:19:15 UTC
Yuriy, There's been some bad news. I'm sorry I'm the one that has to tell you about it.
Its about Boris. Last night there was a heist. I'm not sure if you knew he was still in that sort of business. You met each other through that kind of work when you were young, right? Well, it went wrong. He was caught in the crossfire. I was informed by my grandfather. I didn't want to listen at first but he said your name and his. He tried his best, Yuriy, but he couldn't stay with us... He's dead, and I'm sorry. I know you two were close. I've sent you a ticket to Moscow and back if you want to say goodbye.
- Kai
He's dead, I'm sorry. At first Yuriy felt nothing. All too calmly he breathed in and out. All too calmly he folded the letter and placed it back in to the envelope. All too calmly. He's dead, I'm sorry. His stomach tightened and his body became rigid. All too calmly. He's dead, I'm sorry. He curled in. His head hit the table. Tears lined his eyes but didn't fall. They were silenced like he was silenced. He's dead, I'm sorry. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Scream. Fingers tugging at the scarlet hair.
And stop.
He stood up all to quickly, clearing the table with a swift movement of an arm before flipping it. Silence. Heavy panting as brows furrowed and fists clenched. The inner environment of his house slowly got colder, and colder until he could see his breath and ice lined the walls, the tables, the floors - everything.
"How dare you," he breathed before pivoting and turning toward the living room knocking down everything in his way with a disturbingly violent calmness. It was when he got into the living room and wondered around into an empty corner. His body slid down to sit and knee's lazily tapped together - partially drawn in. His feet turned inward and touching, immune to the cold ice beneath them. He hun his head and leaned forward with arms crossing over the knees.
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Yuriy was born and raised in Russia. His mother was a homemaker and his father was a proud soldier. He lived happily with his family until things in Russia began to change. His father, whom had been fighting all his life, was laid off and no longer a soldier. The man became lazy, and drunk, and abusive. After the constant and escalating abuse his mother finally left and in so left Yuriy with his father defenceless. Yuriy kept hope that maybe one day she would return; but of course she did not. His father continued to be a controlling man who made Yuriy get his alcohol, food, and cigarettes. Yuriy was unable to eat or touch anything in the house being confined to his room unless needed by his father. To survive he had to learn to steal food and other necessities for himself and his father.
As young, he often ran off to escape. Sadly, it got to the point where the streets were more comfortable than at home. The boy got into many street brawls over savaged goods, trespassing, and other such things. It was on the streets and through his less than admirable reputation where Yuriy met Boris. With just one look at each other they immediately knew the others story and became good friends. This was also where Yuriy was first introduced to beyblading. He quickly took interest in the game, and very quickly became a name to be known in the underground beyblading world; along with the rest of the underground.
This was how he and Boris caught the attention of Balcoff and how his new life began. Balcoff had been watching the children that roamed the streets with Boris and Yuriy having the dominant strength, talent, and intelligence - they stuck out to him. Yuriy and Boris were both kidnapped one day and tossed into a cold room in the basement of Balcoff Abbey. Balcoffs promise of freedom from his current life, a promise at a chance to become the greatest beyblader in history, a promise of being more than just that but of receiving respect, admiration, and being part of the 'nobel fight' in Russia's dominance over the entire world - needless to say Balcoff's words were appealing enough to let the kidnapping slide. Yuriy, being the mere age of six or so, took the offer and took refuge in the Balcoff Abbey where he was placed under the ruthless training and came out as the Abbey's second best blader with Boris, Ivan, and Sergei behind him and Kai at the top. Kai, getting more attention, more admiration, more everything, soon became Yuriy's enemy. He didn't trust him; didn't like him; was jealous. The more he learned about this pampered pompous boy, the more he hated him. However, with Kai leaving the Abbey at a young age of about eight or nine, Yuriy soon took over as favourite and best.
They entered the beyblade tournament when Yuriy was sixteen, and his team known as the NeoBorgs (Yuriy; Boris; Sergei; Ivan) easily made their way to the finals. The finals conveniently were being hosted in their hometown of Moscow. At one point Kai was convinced to come back to join the team; and as usual, Yuriy had a strong distaste for the other. Kai quickly took dominance over the team which quickly made Yuriy's dislike for Kai grow. Obviously Balcoff and Voltaire favoured Kai instead of Yuriy. However, in an unscheduled battle Kai 'returned to his senses' and went back to the other side putting Yuriy back on the top. The NeoBorg were just as strong as ever and Balcoff had an idea on how to make them even stronger. This was whatlead to Yuriy being experimented on by digitally and genetically enhancements and programming. Nonetheless, during the finals Yuriy lost to Takao after literally loosing it, and in a moment of humanity and humbleness he shook the others hand. A sign that the brainwashing and programming to make Yuriy emotionless and care about nothing other than winning did not work nearly as much as it was hoped.
(TBC)
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Presumingly they returned to strengthen their abilities and plot and so on. Somewhere along the way they lost Ivan. Either he buggered off, or was thrown out, or simply was out favoured; all are just as probable as the other. Some people said that Balcoff was overpowered / banished from the abbey by NeoBorg team and the children there, and the abbey was there forth run by Yuriy and his team. Balcoff himself claims that he wondered the streets lost until he 'found the answer'. Its unclear what all truthfully happened. It is only clear that Yuriy and his team trained long and hard to get revenge on Balcoff.
Yuriy and his team return under the name Blitzkrieg Boys for the third year. The battle comes down to Kai and Takao where Takao wins after a long hard fight. When Balcoff returns with a new company known as BEGA, takes over the BBA, and pawns Takao into the idea of a professional Beyblade League; Yuriy and his team are quick to see through this and seek to put a stop to Balcoff once and for all. Balcoff turns the BBA into a training ground just as he did in the Abbey and merely covers his tracks a little better this time around. With the new organization is a new professional team, of course. The team already wrapped around Balcoff's finger.
Yuriy and the Blitzkrieg head to the BEGA headquarters to put a stop to BEGA and Balcoff. Yuriy, Boris, and Sergei challenge Boris to give them their strongest fighters to battle. Accepting the challenge they easily win. This is where Garland comes in and challenges Boris and Sergei defeating them easily. Boris had predicted this happening and planned everything out beforehand so when Garland challenges Yuriy tonnes of people flood in to watch. After a very long battle Yuriy loses and tells Takao about Boris and BEGA.
Takao issues a challenge against the BEGA team; five against five. All the while Yuriy is in the hospital. Life moves on and so does the challenge, Yuriy wakes up after its all over. Zippity doo daa, the end. Good guys won.
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Crux:Yuriy follows Balcoff after the tournament and challenges him to a battle to finish things once and for all.
Tangent: The battle ultimately ended up taking Balcoffs life and almost took Yuriy's too. His team, unable to find them in the in the blizzard they fought in, was too late. In a strange twist of faith Yuriy's bitbeast Wolborg saves his life by putting his spiritual power and life into the boy. From there on out Yuriy and Wolborg were together in one body. However this, and his blade which had been completely destroyed, ensured that his Beyblading career was over. Still, he returned home to the Abbey to make things right there again and he returned to his life of savaging and street fighting if only to get enough money to help keep he and his 'family' together. The idea of joining the military had floated through his mind more than once from the second he had fully recovered. (about a month)
Quickly, though, the people who lived within the Abbey began to leave for differing reasons. First it was Sergei who left with a good number of children who had been brought there to learn to beyblade. From there on in Boris and Yuriy became closer than they were before. two months later Boris came to Yuriy stating that he too was leaving, being offered a job elsewhere. Yuriy made his decision and headed off (after grieving the loss for a week or so but he wont say that he liked Boris that much ever). Subconsciously it was obviously the decision he wanted to make. He wasn't sure how he knew of the place or how he knew how to get there, but he had made his way to Soeldei.
Allegiance:The Legion
Reason:Yuriy has and always will be a soldier. He was drilled with the mindset of one since he was young. Usually I can go on and on about this but honestly, this is where he belongs the most. He might not be the nicest soldier, hell me might not be a good one (in the sense of good and bad) but he is one. He lives to fight whether its for honour, or independence, or protection, or just for the hell of it. He craves to be looked up to, and listened to. And so on.
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Character receives a letter in the mail informing them of an old friend's death.
On cooler days like today, Yuriy couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic. If you were to ask him whether he missed home or not he wouldn't lie by saying no. No, the Russian did miss his home a lot and thought of it often, but even so he enjoyed it here as well. He had started out a new life like many of the others had and kept in contact with them as much as he could. Sometimes he considered visiting, and maybe someday he might; the day when he was ready to return to that place. His home was a bitter sweet one. Until than, he was satisfied here. Sure, there was changes but he made home of his place. He had a home now, even though the inside looked much like what you would expect of a Russian home. His wardrobe certainly changed. Ski suits didn't fit the weather so much. Though even here he could find home, so far away from home.
Today was a cool day, and by living near the water it was cooler than in close on land. Dressed in a blue form fitting sleeveless that zipped up the middle and thin blue fitting pants, his body leaned back open the palms of his hands that were placed slightly behind him. One leg draped over the other knee that fell over the dock he had which laid over the body of water. A pale bare toe just skimmed the surface of the cool liquid. There was a cup of warm tea by his side that made the entire scene all the more home-like. Scarlet locks shifted lightly in the wind as crystal blues watched the sun go down. Simple things like this, though it was unlikely for him to admit unless you knew him well, but simple things like this were so perfect.
That was until he closed his eyes and something came to him far too fast for him to comprehend. When they opened, a single line of tears fell down his pale cheek. His head turned to the side where footsteps had stopped.
"You are Yuriy Ivanov?" She sounded a little meek as she stepped forward with a letter in hand. He was confused for a moment, and weary. What had just happened . . . it wasn't good. Yuriy quickly looked away to wipe the stray line of tears before looking back.
"Da," he said quietly as his body shifted to a stand, "I am."
"This was to be sent directly to you," he held out the envelope than took a step back when he took it and bowed. He watched her leave before his eyes moved down to the envelope. It didn't feel right. Not at all.
Yuriy moved over to the edge of the dock to pick up his tea and made his way inside through the back door into the kitchen. The cup was set onto the table and he inhaled slowly before sliding a finger into the envelope to open it. He knew it wasn't good. He felt nervous as the paper was being unfolded in his hands. That flash, and the tears. It began to made sense as he read. His eyes stuck on those strung together words upon the paper.
TBC
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There's been some bad news. I'm sorry I'm the one that has to tell you about it.
Its about Boris. Last night there was a heist. I'm not sure if you knew he was still in that sort of business. You met each other through that kind of work when you were young, right? Well, it went wrong. He was caught in the crossfire. I was informed by my grandfather. I didn't want to listen at first but he said your name and his. He tried his best, Yuriy, but he couldn't stay with us... He's dead, and I'm sorry. I know you two were close. I've sent you a ticket to Moscow and back if you want to say goodbye.
- Kai
He's dead, I'm sorry. At first Yuriy felt nothing. All too calmly he breathed in and out. All too calmly he folded the letter and placed it back in to the envelope. All too calmly. He's dead, I'm sorry. His stomach tightened and his body became rigid. All too calmly. He's dead, I'm sorry. He curled in. His head hit the table. Tears lined his eyes but didn't fall. They were silenced like he was silenced. He's dead, I'm sorry. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Scream. Fingers tugging at the scarlet hair.
And stop.
He stood up all to quickly, clearing the table with a swift movement of an arm before flipping it. Silence. Heavy panting as brows furrowed and fists clenched. The inner environment of his house slowly got colder, and colder until he could see his breath and ice lined the walls, the tables, the floors - everything.
"How dare you," he breathed before pivoting and turning toward the living room knocking down everything in his way with a disturbingly violent calmness. It was when he got into the living room and wondered around into an empty corner. His body slid down to sit and knee's lazily tapped together - partially drawn in. His feet turned inward and touching, immune to the cold ice beneath them. He hun his head and leaned forward with arms crossing over the knees.
"Govnyuk," he mumbled. "How dare you die on me."
And now his apartment was going to be wet.
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