the croat dog

[PAVO JURIĆ]

PAVO JURIĆ

-- INFORMATION

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[/b]: Pavo.
MIDDLE NAME: Penemue.
LAST NAME: Jurić.
NICKNAMES: None.

SPECIES: Human.
ORIENTATION: Straight.
RELIGION: Non-practicing. Raised Protestant.
GENDER: Male.

BIRTHPLACE: Split, Croatia.
BIRTHDAY: 20 July.
AGE: Nineteen.

MEMBER GROUP: Human.
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-- APPEARANCE

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[/b]: Purple.
HAIR COLOR: Blonde.
HEIGHT: 1⅞ meters.
WEIGHT: 79 kilos.
SCARS: None with clothes on.
TATTOOS: A circle, a geometric braid. Shoulder blade.
PIERCINGS: None.
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-- PERSONALITY

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[/i] trust anyone, though that's no excuse to be unfriendly. He was raised to be a gentleman, he'll be a goddamn gentleman. Or at least he'll try to be. He swears more than he should, smokes an awful lot, and loves to gamble. He believes in luck. He believes he's lucky.

Yet he's also very... aware. Of his surroundings, yes, but also of himself. He's a skeptic, a Pyrrhonist, and he knows there's almost certainly no such thing as luck... but then again, cerebrally he knew almost certainly, last year, that demons wouldn't spew out of the desert and kill literally all of his friends and family. Anything is possible, now moreso than ever. At any rate, he's likes to know everyone's motives, and is quite good at removing himself from a situation, and taking an objective look at things. This makes him also painfully self-aware. He questions himself, no thought goes unanalyzed. These analyses are analyzed. It's infinitely recursive, as far as he can tell. "Nosce te ipsum" ad absurdum.




LIKES: Wintergreen, saxophone, Neosporin, fountain pens, duct tape, vintage dopp kits, the Great Gatsby.
DISLIKES: Fluorescent lights, green, passive-aggressiveness, aerosols, soda, his accent, full trash cans.
HOBBIES: Literary analysis, sex, candymaking, games, cooking, tailoring, gymnastics.
FEARS: Insanity, drowning, mob mentality, mutilation, corrosion of flesh, regret, exsanguination.
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-- HISTORY

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[/i] That means they wanted to work in a library. Dad was a charmer, Mom got pregnant, shotgun wedding. Dad got a really great job at a library (a charmer, remember). Mom stayed in school. Extended family helped raise our hero, who came to love the city. He fancied himself a street urchin by day, but came home to his well-to-do family at night. Whatever, it takes a village.

Bright kid, Pavo. Lots of hobbies. Candy-making, linguistics, fashion, philosophy, history, statistics. High test scores. It's never too early to start thinking of college, and Pavo was thinking of America. East Coast. History, prestige, secret societies, public parties. The American dream. Accepted to Yale. College life. "Class of 2016." Hah.

"Downhill" is an understatement. Bunch of other freshman from Welch Hall went to Chicago. Said it was safe. Pavo believed 'em. Shittiest road trip of all time. Broke down in the middle of Pennsylvania. Had to bail, left their stuff. Nuo died, Mike injured. He died later. Called his parents. Answering machine. Stole a van, made it to Toledo. Ran out of food. Pavo split up with Peter there. Jurić half-expected Peter to shoot him in the back, but they agreed to meet up in Chicago. If they made it. Pavo moved slowly. Hiding, scavenging. Found a map, made a plan. Squatted in an abandoned houseboat outside Michigan City, Indiana. Looted almost the whole damn town. Learned to read nautical maps. Prayed once or twice. Rigged up some motors and set sail. Docked in the Port of Chicago.

MOTHER: Ema.
FATHER: Sašo.
SIBLINGS: One older sister, Klara.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.
CHILDREN: None.
OTHER: None.
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-- ABILITIES

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None.

STRENGTHS: European languages, marksmanship, creative thought, first aid, tailoring, survival skills, strategy, acting, candy-making and basic chemistry.
WEAKNESSES: Distance running, butchery, memory, video games, group projects, cars, close quarters combat, horror movies, Far Eastern history.

WEAPONS: Three Colt Cobra .38s.

All Pavo knows about Chicago he knows from that old TV show, M Squad. So when he found a huge store of these snubnose revolvers - the same that the hero of M Squad used - he thought it was damn serendipitous. He took them all (16 total) but carries only three at a time.
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-- YOU THE RP'ER

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[/b]: Dom.
RP'ING FOR HOW LONG: 10 years.
TIME ZONE: CST.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None here.


RP SAMPLE:

Allow me an aside. Deciduous trees (such as the walnut trees in the Lab's newly sprung lawn) shed their leaves. They are replaced seasonally. Deciduous teeth, "baby teeth," fall out and are replaced. The word "deciduous" therefore means the dropping of something that is no longer needed, or falling away after its purpose is finished.

Noa, satisfied with her conclusions, made her way up the cobblestone path to the transparent doors. Exciting. She could not see much in the doors, her reflection and that of the trees and of the clouds. That's alright. More surprise for me.

As the doors slid apart, Noa heard a high-pitched whistle. She stopped just within the doors, closed behind her. And she smiled pleasantly, like she'd just gotten a whiff of lavender (or whatever the opposite of hummus and patchouli is) and she removed her black driving gloves, stuffing them into a pocket of her coat and wordlessly scanning for life forms.

When they are no longer needed, Noa discards names, entire personalities, and reputations along with them when they get tangled up, like a lizard shedding its tail to evade capture. She replaces these lost identities only to shed them again. Noa Aso is deciduous.

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[Kita]

Accepted.