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PostSubject: REEF, NIKOLAI BORIS   December 9th 2008, 12:45 pm

    ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAR FACES
    worn out places, worn out faces

    your name/nickname;; sean
    other characters;; everyone except kyrie, tosha, caleb and matteo
    years of experience;; 6
    your self-rating;; 9
    your nationality;; northern american


    BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES
    going nowhere, going nowhere

    name;; nikolai boris reef
    birthday;; 07/06
    age;; 49
    description;;
    ;; his eyes are a piercing bright blue and stand in contrast to his pale skin
    ;; he is 6'2'' and 203 pounds and holds himself with a regal sort of dignity and grace
    ;; his aura is wise and approachable, though he comes across like an emperor
    ;; he takes pride in his physique and appearance, rarely is he seen dressed anything less than perfect
    ;; his affixiation with the colors black and teal is seen through his clothing
    ;; his eyes show either detached wisdom or personable pride
    ;; he is rarely seen without zina schon by his side, except for in class
    picture;;

    likes;;
    ;; imported cigars
    ;; bestowing wisdom
    ;; flying
    ;; traveling
    ;; attending his plants
    ;; finding little ways to rebel agains tthe government
    ;; zina's cooking
    ;; chatting with students
    ;; spending hours in an armchair with a good book
    ;; cold weather and snow
    dislikes;;
    ;; feeling useless or unwanted
    ;; invasion of his privacy
    ;; rude or discourteous people
    ;; patronization
    ;; secrets
    ;; being told what to do
    ;; being wrong or losing
    ;; corrupt governments
    ;; excessively clingy people
    ;; when he can hear people popping or smacking their gum
    fears;;
    ;; the wrath of zina
    ;; completely opening up to someone emotionally
    ;; the government
    ;; the supernatural
    ;; losing those closest to him
    quirks;;
    ;; losing interest and wandering off in the middle of a conversation
    ;; smoking when zina's not watching
    ;; lighting incense and smoking cigars in his office - he often offers them to students as well
    ;; showing up to participate at school dances
    ;; scratching the back of his head when nervous or trying not to say something
    hopes/dreams/goals;;
    ;; that numinis will be successful and get more students
    ;; that the Councilman's Board will implode and collapse
    ;; to become a father
    ;; to find a way to be committed in relationships
    ;; to continue to help restore his country


    THEIR TEARS ARE FILLING UP THEIR GLASSES
    no expression, no expression

    inside their life and mind;;
    ;; nikolai boris reef was born in the year 2074 to alexander bogdan reef and moira alandra reef.
    ;; through his youth, nik was raised as any young boy of royalty might be raised; he was taught basic academic lessons by his mother during the day hours, and during the later hours of the day, she made sure she payed attention to his manners, and asked him to observe how his father acted, since alexander was home in the evenings.
    ;; when he was thirteen, he began recieving dancing lessons and spent the majority of his time in the gym - either practicing fencing with his tutor or his dancing or just exercising in general.
    ;; he never lost interest in his childhood music studies, and was often heard playing the piano or guitar.
    ;; nikolai was nineteen when he showed his father at dinner one night the blueprints he had designed to have their home turned into a boarding school. alexander was enraged and burned the papers before nikolai's very eyes. his mother sat in silence. he and his father did not speak fortwo years.
    ;; by the time he was twenty-three, when he and his father were attempting to restore their relationship, nik had delighted his father by earning his pilot's liscense. to celebrate, alexander purchased a helicopter for his son - a technology that was outrageously priced and generally reserved for member's of the Councilman's Board, which alexander was a part of, but which nikolai was not.
    ;; having spent most of his life confined to his family's estate, the opportunity to travel delighted him to his core, and he was rarely seen at home.
    ;; at twenty-five, nikolai married the famous french stage actress vivian angelique leblanc. their marriage lasted four years before they divorced and vivian took everything he had bought with her.
    ;; nikolai spent his twenty-ninth year of age in a depressed recluse, traveling everywhere that would keep him away from home and rarely being seen by anyone who knew him.
    ;; when he was thirty, his father died - how he died the Councilman's Board never said - and left moira widowed.
    ;; to keep his mother out of a despression, nikolai gave up his personal agenda and stayed home with moira for four years. she eventually passed away when she caught a cold and didn't have the heart to overcome it.
    ;; virtually alone in his family's vast estate, nikolai spent one last year continuing his father's duties before he rejected the responsibility and the Board altogether and pursued a life of near constant travel.
    ;; nikolai met zina schon, a german primary school teacher, when he was thirty-eight and she was twenty-six. the two became the best friends missing from each others life almost instantly, and have rarely been apart sense.
    ;; at forty-two, nikolai began the grand renovation of his home, utilizing government technologies that were purchased at the cost of half his father's pension and five more years of service to the Board. as a result, nikolai did not see zina or his home for five years.
    ;; he returned to find a letter that stood out from the heaping pile of mail that had built up. it was sent from an irish priest regarding the young man he had been raising for the last twenty years - the now thirty year old mister raphael anton reef. of course, raphael had only just discovered and changed his last name to his official surname. somehow, nikolai's father had spawned an illegitimate son who had ended up being raised in a church in ireland. the absurdity of the situation delighted nikolai, and upon resuming his visits to the intensely releaved zina, he began to visit his half-brother as well.
    ;; when numinis academy was complete, and the two years of contruction that remained were for the insolated track and the greenhouse, nik invited zina and raphael to live with him free of cost, if they would teach at his school. they did so, obviously both delighted for the opportunity.
    ;; two years later, nikolai sent letters of invitation to various youths across the globe, offering to pay their full tuition and asking them to attend his academy. nothing in nik's life thusfar has made him as happy as watching his life's work come to alive.


    HIDE MY HEAD I WANNA DROWN MY SORROW
    no tomorrow, no tomorrow

    rp sample;;

    Nikolai had always loved his family's ballroom. It was the one room that had not been torn down during the construction of the academy from his parent's estate. He could not bring himself to destroy the ballroom - he hadn't necessarily enjoyed his dancing lessons, but he loved the decor and old feel of the room. It seemed full of culture and history to him, even though he knew it was only designed in a mere replica of thousand year old architecture. He loved that type of decor - from the Baroque or Victorian period of England. With the wood-panneled floor and mirrored wall and lavish design, no room seemed better suited for his violin tutoring.

    He was still unsure how he had ended up in the position as tutor to his young French-Canadian student. He could not say he minded very much though. He knew the boy would never spill to the entire school that their headmaster had a soft side and enjoyed light, romantic classical music. He preferred the school see him as more of a Bach-Chopin sort of fellow than a Pachelbel-Strauss sort of man. Personally, he enjoyed each of their different sounds for different reasons and moods. Seeing a large amount of his earlier self in Caleb, he did not mind taking time out of his ever-depleting free time to teach the boy how to play the violin. Glancing at his wrist watch he noted that the boy had five minutes before he would start to consider him tardy - you were not late unless you arrived after the starting time of a meeting, but you still arrived distastefully, in his mind, if you were anything less than five minutes early (though he would only be truly pleased if you arrived with ten minutes to spare), which was, in this case, right now.

    For some reason Nikolai's thoughts strayed from his obsession with punctuality to his rekindled concern for his enigmatic Uncle Basil. Basil was someone who was destined from day one to make little sense to anyone and constantly remind people, merely by existing, that mistakes happen and their consequences will annoy you for the rest of your desperately repenting, sorry excuse of a life. It was true that Nik's grandparents couldn't handle their stressful little oops-child, though Otto was a hardened and honored vetran and Imogen was one of the most esteemed patronesses Germany could name. Imogen died of heart failure when Basil was twelve - the same year Nikolai was born. Proud of his eldest son, Otto succeeded in virtually ignoring his unplanned son's existence for another six years before discovering that his now adult-son was making tons of money running an underground pot dealing company. Fed up with what had become of the boy that shared his honorable last name and feeling largely responsible since he had been ashamed and ignored the boy during the most vital years of his youth, Otto prepared to send his son off to train with the military. That same night, father and son had an intense conversation - but it wasn't about joining the military. It was about how Basil was going to run off and travel with his boyfriend Franz. Franz arrived to meet the legendary Otto Reef, and ten minutes after meeting the charming and successful young landowner, Otto excused himself to the restroom where he proceeded to jump out the window and die.

    Now Basil was staying with his nephew, under the agreement that he teach Herbology, which Nik found an appropriate subject for his pot-smoking, slightly insane but undeniably brilliant mess of a relative. After much debate, the headmaster also agreed to allow Basil to teach Music. He didn't mind much, being too busy himself to take on yet another class. He knew he wanted the subject at his academy, and he knew that depending on what was taught, the subject would also be controversial. If anything went wrong, considering his Uncle's reputation, he knew it wouldn't be hard to pull the Crazy Uncle card and irritate the hell out of the goverment by slipping through a loophole in their system once more. Besides, Basil could play like it was fabeled the great Mozart could, and Nikolai knew that if his uncle had enough focus to compose something, it would be phenomenal.

    He was shaken from his thoughts as the ballroom door opened, and his student entered. He shook his head slightly, uprooting himself from his thoughts and glanced at his watch. He stood tall and absolutely still as he adressed Caleb personally for the first time. "Five minutes - not bad, but not good either. You press time like it cares to slow for you. Time stops for no one, dear boy, and another minute later would be absolutely distasteful - especially for a first meeting. Try getting here with ten minutes to spare next time and you shall have my respectful praise." His face softened a bit as he looked the youth over, his eyes glimmering with obvious admiration. "I must compliment your suberb style, Caleb. If your reason for treating time like a unwanted girlfriend has anything to do with your unrivaled ability to look so sharp, I must revoke my earlier disapproval. All the same, everyone could use a challenge - remember to try for ten." He winked and straightened the collar of his black longcoat. He couldn't explain why he was so attached to his jacket - but he was often seen wearing it indoors. Turning slightly, he motioned to one of the two chairs he had brought in, his gaze never moving from Caleb's person, and never seeming to blink.
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