Name: Gregoire “Highblood” Yermakov
Personality: Gregoire for the most part, is an alright guy. As long as you catch him when he woke up on the right side of the bed, so to speak. And for the most part, he always wakes up in a good mood. But he is a ticking time bomb, and a simple how-do-you-do conversation can set him off. But this might be more due to a miscommunication than anything, considering that Gregoire’s only been Stateside a total three years and English really isn’t a strong suit of his [Or that a lot of what he says can be misheard due to his accent and the fact that he talks like he’s an auctioneer]. But whatever conversation you do have with him, tread lightly for you do not know where there might be a landmine.
Though, what say if you DO piss him off, what is the quote unquote gentile giant like then?
A word from the wise would say to keep quiet and lay as low as you possibly could. He will get very still, and at first you might not think anything is wrong because he will be quiet. Too quiet. If he speaks at all, and it is in English, it will be the equivalent of your mother trying to hold her temper in because you shot the neighbors dog. After that is free rein for yelling and he is very prone to using violence. Trust me, if you piss him off you would need to be able to take a hit.
Ok, ok, so we’ve covered that he’s not very good at communication and that he’s a live A-Bomb on legs. Anything else we really need to know?
He’s not that bad a guy, honestly. He just needs to keep his temper in check, and he’s usually around people that help him. Aside from being wary when first meeting someone, he’s one of the best people you could ever be friends with. He’s boisterous, sure, but he’ll try to stick by your side with whatever you could possibly need. Seriously, this is the kind of guy to send out a hitman or do it himself because your ex said some stuff about you on Myspace. What more could you want in a friend?
Coming from a ‘traditional’ Russian family, Gregoire was surrounded by his family. From his grandparent [Babushka Yermakov], to his parents, to all 8 of his siblings. They weren’t exactly a propserous family, not by any means, but they were not clinging to scraps. Everyone had a job to do, even as youngest boy Gregoire was expected to pull his weight. But in turn, he was always overshadowed by his three older brothers. And everything honestly seemed alright.
Except around ten, where the problems began. When he was a child, Gregoire was a rather rambunctious little dude. He would play with his siblings and do his chores as he was supposed to, but when he turned ten, things took a turn for the more sour as his brothers began bullying him for being one of the youngest. IT was supposed to be gentle prodding, but he wasn’t taking kindly to it. This is when his ‘fits’ began cropping up, short bursts of pure anger led on by nothing at all. His parents thought he had gone mad.
But they ceased and the problem faded as Gregoire encountered puberty a few years later. Only, around seventeen, they began to come back and he got quiet. It is also note that this is the year his Babuskha had died and at this point, there was nobody in the family to coddle him like she would, and the rest [even his parents] were simotaniously afraid of him, and treated him like the black sheep of the herd. He began to slack off in his chores as he started to stray the course, expanding his knowledge on other career options such as a street artist and a musician. His parents obviously were not happy and began to become more fonder of his older brothers. That was the last straw on the camels back and everything began to progressively mount from there. Around ninteen, two months away from his 20th birthday, his two older brothers Markov and Agripin were found dead, having been murdered in their sleep.
Gregoire was never seen again.
After leaving home, Gregoire knew he couldn’t exactly return, so he sought solace in Albi, France. It is here that he came to terms with himself and what he wanted to do, having began his small art career. Everything seemed good in his small little home in France, he had a good job, and an even better hobby, and he was even learning how to get his temper under control with the help of a few friends. However, about three years into this little life, one of his newer friends had ever mentioned if he went stateside. Of course he had not, so they told him of all the glorious prospects of the country, how you could practically get away with murder and nobody would blink, what the underground art and music scene was, and how there were people there that you could puke rainbows and they would treat you as if you were there brother. Of course this appealed to Gregoire, and he soon found himself signing up for a passport to this so called ‘glorious’ country.
However, things didn’t really kick off quite as easily for him as it did in Albi, so he looked towards the larger cities and ended up settling in a remote hotel in San Fran, daylighting as a tattoo artist, and sometimes at night going out and DJing for whatever club would pick him up. Hey man, moneys money.
- Standing in at a whopping 6’7 and 250 pounds. Somewhat lean frame with pudge accentuating here and there.
- Refuses to give out birthday, but is obviously a Capricorn.
-Rooming with Karan Varma [The Sufferer/Signless]
-Really, really easy to tell if he’s mad at Karan due to the fact that he will blare the most annoying music that you can hear five rooms over. Nobody is safe. Nobody.
- Has an Aardwolf named Natascha.
- Has the occasional uphill mood swing, and when this happens he gets so happy he begins jumping up and down on spot and has to be restrained.
- Has those moments where he will lapse out of English and into Russian.
- Goes under the ego of ‘Subjugglata’ when out DJing, and wears the facepaint we all know.
- REALLY REALLY likes sea slugs. Bright motherfuckers? Yeah man lets do this.
- Is really bad at English insults. If you ever want a laugh, get in a spat with him.
- Drinks his weight in Monster. What is sleep.