Dr. Yuri Dubrovskiy

Subject: Dr. Yuri Dubrovskiy Sat Nov 19, 2011 12:20 pm

Name: Yuri Dubrovskiy

Nickname(s): Doctor

Age: 311

Birthday: November 11, 1700

Species: Demon

Element: Darkness

Natural Born Abilities: While most of it remains a mystery, he can raise and control the dead; he can summom powerful Shinigami; Has amazing strength and speed; And can also feed on the life force of others.

Weapon(s): Scalpel; Needles with deadly venom

Limitation(s) of Weapons: Both weapons require you to be up close and personal to be effective.
Physical Appearance: Yuri is roughly six-feet-four, with pale skin, a lean build and broad shoulders. His eyes are silver, as well as his hair which he wears styled short and hides his right eye. He’s usually seen with a smirk on his face. Also, Yuri wears glasses, though he doesn’t really need them.

General Attitude/Personality: Yuri is actually a very composed being. He is polite, formal and professional. He is easy to talk to, if one isn’t intimidated by his cold looks, and even has a thing for being romantic. On the flip side, however, Yuri is also very manipulative and controlling. He can become quite obsessed when it comes to getting things that he wants, and he also tends to have violent tendencies.

Likes:
-Anatomy
-Chemicals
-Smoking cigarettes
-Taking pictures of his patients
-Sex
-Blood
-Killing
-Classical and Jazz music
-Seduction

Dislikes:
-Love
-Noisiness
-Being Hunted

Goals: Unclear

Fears: He fears love and attachment, commitment

Mother/Father: Lena Dubrovskiy/Anton Chernov

Siblings: A younger half-sister, Anya Chernov

History: In 1700, Yuri Dubrovskiy was born in Kirov, one of the poorest cities in Russia to a demon mother who had been branded by her clan as a traitor and was to be terminated. Lena had spent her life as an assassin. It was she who had taught him the basics of what he needed to know about the art of assassination and honing his natural born skills, while they lived life clanless and as refugees. Lena was killed when Yuri was only nineteen, by a former clan mate.
He tracked down his father, Anton Chernov, who at the time had no idea that he had a son. After many hard trials and training, he was accepted into his father’s clan as an assassin. Yuri would later go on to slaughter his father’s entire clan, including him, and only sparing Anya, who was only an infant at the time.
After the massacre of his father’s clan, Yuri—over the years—would join other secret factions and agencies as a freelance assassin. Though as much as he loved the killing—since it provided for his lavish lifestyle—Yuri became more interested in medicine and anatomy.
He studied and built his credentials and became a doctor, specializing in treatment for both demons and humans alike. The more he studied, the more obscenely obsessed he became with bodies, both carnally and scientifically. Already plagued with psychological problems, Yuri became a sexual sadist at best; a serial killer at worst, using “medical techniques” on his numerous victims. He was already an assassin who enjoyed the kill, but killing in this disturbing manner became an addiction.
On the outside, Yuri was a great physician who seemed polite and well-off. He was very respected and had many connections not only in Russia, but in numerous other countries as well. Because of his worsening condition, Yuri chose not to live the life of a refugee and instead lives in plain sight, keeping his “psuedo-life” very private and secretive from everyone.
Yuri’s continued research brought him to Midnight Trinity, to a school filled with potential research subjects and life force.

Other:
-Traian Volkov was his first underground patient, when he found the demon unconscious after being ambushed by three other demons.
-Yuri cannot produce “life force” on his own, so he needs to feed from others’ energy as a necessity to maintain his youth, beauty and vitality, unless he’ll wither away.
-His preferred methods of killing are Lethal Injection and Erotic Asphyxiation.
-Because of his fear of love and attachment, Yuri is known for murdering ones he falls in love with.

Subject: Re: Dr. Yuri Dubrovskiy Sun Nov 20, 2011 12:27 am

APPROVED!

Welcome To The Midnight Trinity~

[[Don't keep me in suspense lol Rp exampleeeeee?~]]

Subject: Re: Dr. Yuri Dubrovskiy Mon Nov 21, 2011 8:52 am

((Lol! Sorry))

RP Example: He wants to scream out in boredom, sitting behind the large oak desk alone in his office. There had been no interesting cases within the last few weeks besides the steady stream of patients.
A cigarette nestled between his fingers, Yuri narrowed steely eyes at the lone picture of a man that lay atop his desk. Pasha Kozlov, an architect that dealt in money laundering.
He was human enough, and therefore no real threat to Yuri. The man was meeting with him today for a consultation. Unbeknownst him, he would not be leaving.

"Doctor Dubrovskiy," He looked up from the picture as one of his nurses entered. "Mr. Kozlov is here for his consultation."

"Thank you, Julia. Please send him in." His smooth voice was almost too eager, and he let his mind wander to that dark place he sometimes went just before a mission.

How very interesting. The target comes to its hunter...

Yuri cleared his desk, and folded his graceful fingers just beneath his chin, staring at the door in anticipation. It opened. Julia let Pasha enter and left just as quickly. He musters a polite smile.

"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Doctor."

"The door. Please...shut it behind you." Yuri said nothing as he noticed that look coming from the physically older male. The longing in his dark eyes, the parting of his lips and the soft pant his wonderful hearing picked up.

You want me, don't you, dear?

Yuri rose from his seat and stood just before the shorter male. He'd already formulated how he would kill Mr. Kovlov. And as his eyes watched him with calculation, he knew that it had been mistaken for lust.

"You're beautiful," Pasha croaked. "Just as they said you were."

He chuckles, a gleam in his silver gaze. "Thank you for the compliment. Now, shall we start?"

Pasha nodded and licked his thin lips slowly, an action more suited to a brothel than a hospital.

Reaching into the pocket of his doctor's jacket, Yuri pulled out a carton of cigarettes. "Would you care for one?"

"Oh no, I stopped that habit a long time ago."

"Why? In the end, are we not going to die anyway?" He placed the stick of nicotine up to his lips, his gaze ever watching the human in front of him. He didn't need an empath to tell him exactly what this man was feeling. The signs were subtle, yet not. His fists clenched and unclenched the fabric of his pants, while he swallowed past a lump in his throat.

Waiting for the first move, are we?

Yuri's gaze darkened as he sets the cigarette between his lips gently and let his hand caress his lower lip briefly. His fingers slid along his jawline as his smile takes on a dangerous hint of lust. He notices it, too.

"Do you...have a light?"

"Of course." Yuri lights the cig and steps back to watch, in sick fascination, as Pasha deeply drags on it once...twice. He chuckles. The scheming architect did not know that what he was inhaling was not nicotine smoke, but an odorless, tasteless poison vapor he'd made to resemble a cigarette.

Pasha noticed something wrong after the third inhalation. The delicious look of fear and horror on his pale face confirmed that. "What..." He croaked and wheezed, letting the cigarette fall from his hands and onto the polished floor.

Yuri stomped it out quickly. "Your tongue is swelling, Mr. Kozlov, and blocking your airways. You'll no longer be able to breathe, much less talk." His tone was one you'd use to correct a child. "I need you to die now, love."

Pasha's body crumpled in a heap onto the floor. The whole ordeal of his death lasted a painful minute, but it seemed to stretch on much longer than that. Yuri watched in morbid fascination as the man writhed on the floor like a fish out of water. His face went through a myriad of hues.
It seemed rather comical to him.

When Pasha had expelled his final breath, he doesn't tremble. He'd long since stopped feeling anything for his victims. Yuri smirked tauntingly, then put his white jacket back on, more than relieved that there was no blood or anything on it.
He stepped collectedly out of his room and closed the door behind him. Julia was in the hallway and so he approached her.

"There's a client in my room. He's finished, so just call someone to clean up the mess and take the body to the morgue." He gave her a complacent smile.

"I'll take care of it, sir. If you'll excuse me. Have a good day, Doctor Dubrovskiy." Her tone was nervous, a slight blush stained her cheeks.

"You as well, Julia." Yuri replied politely, heading for the front door.

And just like that, he walks away from the consequences of his actions, just as he's always done...