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Matvei Markovich

"Oh dear, horses? I never was fond of them."

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a character in “Brat Camp: Turn-About Ranch”, as played by Leon21

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Name: Matvei Markovich
Age: Nineteen
Country: Russia
Reason for being send to Turn-About Ranch?: Upon seeing Matvei, most people would immediately wonder what such a harmless, albeit very pretty and feminine, guy was doing here. The answer is simple: He's really not as harmless as he seems. Matvei is absolutely ruthless. He has an incredibly sharp temper, and does not hesitate to harm those who disappoint him. He gets into arguments very easily, and they often end with the opposing party being sent to the hospital. In the past, he had worked as a prostitute behind his parents backs, and also as a drug dealer. Eventually, the police discovered him, and it was either prison or being sent to Turn-About Ranch. He chose the ranch, purely because he thought it would be easier to escape, and there would be less of a risk to his person there.
Picture/description: Matvei is the sort of person who makes it difficult to believe that elves don't actually exist. He is tall and slender, with a delicate, willow-like build. His hair falls down to his chest in wild, white-blonde curls, elegantly framing his face. He has ice-blue eyes that are often lined with eyeshadow and eyeliner, further enhancing the colour. His skin is incredibly pale, giving him the appearance of an ice queen. Matvei has an excellent fashion sense, and he really hates the clothes he is forced to wear here at the ranch.
Other: I shall turn about my behavior

So begins...

Matvei Markovich's Story

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Matvei Markovich


Well, this was pleasant. Not. Matvei pursed his lips, looking around the small camp. Now, why had he chosen this place over jail? Jail certainly seemed like a far nicer alternative. At least you have fairly decent rooms there. The wooden cabins did not seem to be very nice. There were probably spiders and all sorts of other pests living in them. With his luck, he'd probably get bitten by a black widow on his first night here. And, at least in jail there were people who were fun to manipulate. Judging by the teens who were already gathered there, Matvei decided he'd be lucky if some of them were able to form coherent sentences, much less pose any sort of challenge to manipulate.

"Can you please take off these handcuffs, love?" he murmured, speaking just loud enough for the probation officer standing behind him to hear. He still wasn't sure why that man was here anyways. It wasn't like either of them were enjoying being here, after all. Did they not trust him?

The handcuffs and probation officer immediately answered that question.

Matvei tilted his head slightly as he heard only a grunt from the officer in reply. Standing at 6'3", he was a couple of inches taller than the officer. Then again, Matvei was usually a couple inches taller than just about everyone, something which he liked. "Really, hun, the grunts aren't that flattering. At least try to form decent sentences. I know you're intelligent enough to do that. Now, darling, please take these handcuffs off. It's not like I can get away if you do. The security here would probably have me lying on the ground with a bullet in my leg if I so much as glanced at the exit. Besides, these handcuffs are becoming rather embarrassing. They don't suit me."

There was a satisfying click as the officer unlocked the cuffs, taking them off of Matvei's wrists. He brought his arms to the front of his body, stretching his shoulders and rubbing his wrists, his lips curling into a slight smile at the corners.

"Thank you, love," he chirruped, giving the officer a peck on the cheek. He couldn't help but laugh at the blush that appeared on the officer's face. "What, did they forget to warn you about my habits?" he said. The officer did not reply, and instead shoved him forward, clearly deciding that they were walking too slowly.

"What charming manners you have," Matvei muttered angrily, his pleasant facade suddenly gone. He stalked forwards, heading towards the circle of cabins. Arriving there, there was an exchange of paperwork between a man standing there and his officer, and then a stack of clothing was shoved into his arms along with a gruff command to get changed in one of the cabins and then enter the circle. "Good grief, these are hideous. Did the concept of fashion sense not reach this place or something?"

The glares he got were enough to shut him up. "Fine, fine, I'll go change."

A few minutes later, when he walked out of the cabin, his officer had disappeared. The man who had been standing by the cabin pushed him over to the circle. Matvei stumbled slightly, shooting a glare back at the man once he regained his balance. "I can understand English, you know. You didn't have to push me," he muttered under his breath in Russian, his mother tongue.

There were already a few people sitting in the circle by the time he got there. He sat down on one of the stones, scanning the small group. "Well, hello," he started amiably. "Do we all want to introduce ourselves, perhaps? I'm Matvei Markovich. I apologize for my hideous clothing; normally I would be wearing something that flattered my appearance much more. They just don't have much fashion sense here, it seems. Who are you guys? Why are you here?"

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Alison Keegan

She had assumed that this 'Roundy Round-Up Wackadoo Ranch,' or whatever it was called, would be miserable, boring, and smell like horse shit. Well, it seemed that she had been completely right.
After being sent on a plane all the way over to America, she had been brought by some taxi driver - obviously, her parents couldn't be assed to ask her rich relatives to drive her there, or they were too ashamed of her to - to the ranch, whilst he looked at her as if she had just told him that all she wanted for Christmas was a pair of crocks. So, not very pleasing.

When she walked into the wooden cabin, there were a few people - or delinquents - sitting on wooden benches by a camp fire. One of them, a male with a Russian accent, was speaking; "-we all want to introduce ourselves, perhaps? I'm Matvei Markovich. I apologize for my hideous clothing; normally I would be wearing something that flattered my appearance much more. They just don't have much fashion sense here, it seems. Who are you guys? Why are you here?"

"We're here because we're just some delinquent shits that need to be bored out of their minds in order to learn the goodness of being kind," she said from where she had been leaning against the door frame. She began to walk towards the camp fire as she continued, "Alison Keegan at your service." She looked down at her joke for an outfit, which she had changed into at the airport, and had to agree with him.

He had a tall and willowy build, with long, almost white hair that hung in curls around his pale head, this almost making him look like a female. His icy cold blue eyes looked like they could stare into your soul. Allie narrowed her eyes slightly as she tried to read him up. She sat down between this Russian guy, Mattie, or whatever his name was, and the blonde one that had just began to speak, "If you fancy my name, it is Baby."

Allie had to admit, she almost laughed at that one. Baby? Wow, her parents were very creative. We just had a baby, what will we call it? I know - Baby! She was assuming that it was just a nickname she had given herself. Allie furrowed her eyebrows slightly as she took in yet another person to share the ranch with. This girl was taller than Allie, though that wasn't saying much. She had thick, blonde hair that fell down past her shoulders, with a pink and purple streak through it. Allie decided she was probably one of those partying, drinking, smoking scene/emo girls. What was the difference between scene and emo, anyway? Was it that scene people were happy, and emo were sad or something? Allie had no idea.

The next person was also female, with a slender build and brunette hair. She was quite tan, too. Allie hadn't any idea why she was here - she looked like all those prissy cheerleaders in her old school. Though, then again, Allie probably didn't look liken someone that was probably insane.

Next was a guy with ruffled brown hair, who looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks due to his hollowed out cheek bones, and the fact that his ribs were showing through his clothing. She decided that he probably had an abusive home of some sort, as they either didn't feed him or he ran away from home, according to his appearance, though he may be anorexic, possibly.

Next was a very masculine female, someone who Allie immediately decided that she didn't want to mess with, even if she had made a habit of it. She looked like some sort of stone statue, rigid in place, and even sitting down Allie could see she would loom over her. There were tons of reasons why she could be here, none of them good.
Then again, Allie was basing this all off their appearances, following stereotypes, so she couldn't be sure.

A guy next, with black hair in a sort of emo style, as Allie liked to call it. Another tall one, too, probably ten or so inches taller than Allie. At least he didn't look very muscular, he looked more withdrawn, someone who preferred his own company.

The final person in their 'rebel squad' as Allie had decided to name them was also a male, with dark brown hair. She didn't like how he seemed to already be comfortable around the rest of the group - as did some of the other members of their little squad. Though maybe that as just jealousy, ever since she was little, Allie had always felt uncomfortable around strangers, even if she did hide it under a carefree persona.

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Harlem raised his head at the sound of an angry voice. The...female... that was speaking was anything but attractive. 'Man, that is one big bitch' he mused to himself. He didn't want to seem like a wimp or nothing, but he would certainly try avoiding a fight with that one. Not that fighting was generally his thing, but he'd be especially fervent about not pissing off her. Then again, wasn't it just a week or so ago he'd been attempting to kill himself? Well here's the opportunity! Bam. Suicide. Right there.
He looked around at all the other people who had since joined around the fire. Yep, sure enough, they were a bunch of weirdos. Like the overly-masculine looking female with the horrible accent if that wasn't enough.
Some blonde chick... wait, no, dude. He faintly recalled somebody complaining about fashion and figured it must be that guy. He didn't really think it was right, that guy looking so damn pretty. No guy should look that damn pretty, and what was he, a fucking elf? What could such a pretty little guy like that possibly done wrong to end up in a place like this?
Some scene chick with the world's stupidest name... Scene kids. They had to be some of the most vain people on earth. This chick sure didn't look like she had much substance to her.
The other two girls looked pretty harmless. What the hell could girls like that do that would result in them being sent here? From what he had gathered, this place was pretty hardcore. What, petty theft? Skipping school? He couldn't imagine it being worse then that, and those things didn't seem bad enough to be sent here about.
There was some emo kid and another guy. In his eyes, the only one who looked like they really belonged in this place was that butch-as-fuck chick. Yeah, he didn't think she belonged anywhere else other then jail...or an asylum. Somewhere with bars.
Harlem's body was still in agony. He wondered how long it would take for something to happen. Was he just meant to sit here all day, watching weirdos interact? What was the lesson he was meant to learning? If this was all he had to do, well, it was pretty shit but he'd imagined it to be a bit more brutal.
Maybe he could sneak off round about now. Nah, some of those guards who'd brought the others in were still hanging about. Man, he just wanted a fix and then he could deal with this shit, maybe. Even just a smoke and this pointlessness would be a bit more bearable.
"What the fuck is even happening here?" he said, growing impatient. He doubted much of a response from the weirdos around him. If he didn't know, chances are they wouldn't either.
His breathing was getting more intense as his craving peaked. His agitation was making his head throb. He stood up impulsively, scanning his surroundings for escape, and not finding a solution, kicked the seat he had been sitting on. Spontaneity can be very stupid. His foot and ankle suffered for his rash actions but the pain just made him angrier. He sad back down, gripping his hair, near-on tearing it out. This was sheer torture, and pointless torture at that. He didn't even see no fucking horses.

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Serenity watched the group with a harsh glare, her fingers curling themselves around the edges of her shirt. A nervous habit. They really weren't the most social bunch. Despite her violence issues, she really wasn't that aggressive towards others. It was only when they annoyed her that she would 'unleash her wrath', as he mother called it. Every little curse or dig, every little flinch and movement made her tighten her grip on her shirt. It was kind of like being surrounded by a bunch of loonies.. Actually, it was exactly like being around a bunch of loonies.

They were communicating alright, but it wasn't exactly pleasant for anyone. Such a shame. It was already a sucky experience to have been sent to the stupid camp, and no one was making it better by arguing. They could atleast make it better for themselves and get along for just a short amount of time.

Serenity bit onto her bottom lip in frustration, listening to every little comment. It wouldn't be easy, but she thought she might as well have given herself the role of peace-keeper among the group, regardless of how much of a hard task it seemed to be at that time.

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Mike sat silently, staring at the fire before him. He heard the others talk, but did not attempt to make contact with them. No, he would certainly not. He would behave, and go home and go back to who he was and what he was doing at home. That be just so much more better, and yet, he realized why his parents had send him here. He had been destructive, expelled and run into trouble with the police. His parents had said this would be better, and he would learn how to behave. And they had hoped he would return anew, and now old. Mike had to see about that just yet.

He looked up from the fire as someone walked in. An old looking guy, friendly looking, but he was sure the man would be the biggest problem around here. And then the man spoke.

''Right, boys and girls,'' the man spoke as he clapped his hands together and looked at them, ''I am Brandy, and I shall explain the rules and make sure you'll follow them. Within a few minutes, you'll be stripped from every juwelry, piercings included. We'll wash your hair and bring it back to its natural colour. If you don't agree on it and won't remove them, it will have consequences. From tomorrow on, you'll be ordered to stay in a stone circle, make your own breakfast and dinner, above your self-made fire. You may not talked unless you are asked something, and you may not leave the stone circle unless asked to. But tonight, you may just sleep. We have no mattresses, so you'll be handed a blanket and that's all you'll have. I don't want to hear any complaining, swearing, there will be no drinking alcohol or smoking cigarettes. Again, no talking unless asked to from tomorrow on. Now, if I call your name, you will follow me and remove every juwelry and anything that can harm me, or one of the staff.''

Mike looked back at the fire and nodded simply.

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Alison Keegan

Just when things seemed to be not that bad, the muscular woman blew up. Not literally, that would have been cool, though.
As if Alison wasn't already completely irritated, the yells coming from this very.. burly girl wormed their way into her ears, resulting in a mild headache. Nothing she couldn't handle, but still annoying. Then they all started complaining - maybe they had just realized that they would have to spend a month, maybe more with these people. Allie was just starting to realize it, too.

People started to settle down slightly when an old man walked in, and Allie immediately decided he was perverted, for no other reason than the fact he worked at this shit hole. He clapped like a seal to get their attention as he began, ''Right, boys and girls, I am Brandy, and I shall explain the rules and make sure you'll follow them. Within a few minutes, you'll be stripped from every juwelry, piercings included. We'll wash your hair and bring it back to its natural colour. If you don't agree on it and won't remove them, it will have consequences. From tomorrow on, you'll be ordered to stay in a stone circle, make your own breakfast and dinner, above your self-made fire. You may not talked unless you are asked something, and you may not leave the stone circle unless asked to. But tonight, you may just sleep. We have no mattresses, so you'll be handed a blanket and that's all you'll have. I don't want to hear any complaining, swearing, there will be no drinking alcohol or smoking cigarettes. Again, no talking unless asked to from tomorrow on."

Her piercings had to go? Well, now, Brandy, it seemed that they had stumbled along a little problem there. Already, without hearing the rest, she knew she was going to be pissed with whatever the rest of his speech was. Now what was he saying, a fucking stone circle? What are they - actually, no animal lives in a stone circle. Make food, yadayadayada.. wait, she couldn't make a fire. I guess she'd just starve herself then. Then a blanket, well it was an upgrade from this little 'hut.' Then there was the no talking, complaining or swearing.. pssht, yeah right. Alcohol and smoking, none of that bothered her.

"Now, if I call your name, you will follow me and remove every jewelry and anything that can harm me, or one of the staff.''
As soon as her name was called, Alison stood up and walked over to the old guy.
"No hair color, and I can't take out my earrings, Mr.. uh.. Brandy. If I do they'll get infected. It's not pretty," she shrugged, in a whole 'It's not my fault or my problem' kind of way before continuing. "Oh, and here," she handed him the cheap ring she had bought before she arrived here, and then slipped off the necklace her mother had given her as a going away present. She didn't really give a damn about either of those.

She threw them on the ground at her feet. "I know out here you've been living off horse shit for your whole lives or whatever, but I don't know how to make a fire," she added sharply. "We weren't all raised in the wild you know, we're not animals." She rolled her eyes, before turning around.

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Matvei Markovich


"You've got to be kidding me!" Matvei stared at Brandy in absolute disgust. What was the man thinking?! "You are not touching my hair! Do you have any clue how hard it is to get it to this colour?!" It actually wasn't that hard for Matvei to keep his hair at its light white-blonde colour, considering his hair was naturally a fairly pale blonde, and he only needed a bit of bleach and toner to make it the perfect shade, but since when would Matvei pass up a chance to complain?

His complaints were in vain when two men, clearly workers at the ranch, grabbed him by the arms, dragging him backwards away from the circle. "Yeesh, I can walk, you know," he grumbled, trying to shoot glares at the two men. When this gathered no response, Matvei simply went limp. This may not have seemed like much, until you realised that this action put Matvei's full weight on the arms of the two men, and, while Matvei was thin, he was not light. His height ensured that his weight never dropped below 180 pounds, and the slight muscle he had ensured that it was often more than that. The grunts from the men as they struggled to drag him along amused him quite a bit, even if it did mean that his legs got completely covered in dirt. Oh well. These clothes were too ugly to bother keeping clean.

After his hair had been washed with no obvious care - Matvei's head hurt quite a bit afterwards - he was thrown into the cabin with an appearance similar to that of a cat that had been thrown into a swimming pool. His hair hung down on either side of his face in dripping curls, the shoulders of his shirt completely soaked. His hair was a bit darker than normal because it was wet, and the colour appeared to be slightly more blonde than white, but that was the only difference between it and how it had formerly looked.

"Blech. That was horrible," he muttered, glaring at nothing in particular. Matvei grabbed one of the blankets from the small pile, wrapping it around himself before gracefully falling down onto the wooden bed, curling up, and falling asleep.