Name:: Resnovich Naghathe
Nickname(s):: Ruskie, JT (Rap Name), Husky
Preferred Name:: J.T., Resnovich
Age:: 17 1/2
Gender:: Male
Sexuality:: Heterosexual
.::A Bit More in Depth::..
Group:: Outcast
Personality:: Resnovich is a fun-loving person, enjoying the feeling when he amazes his friends in the presence of his skills. He enjoys rapping a lot, as the sudden version of music flooded his first few years here. He enjoys talking, especially about emotion and politics. But most of the time when he's outside of school, he's a shadowy figure, either acting boringly mature, or just plain silent and ignoring, hurrying to wherever he'd be.
Likes:: Rapping, Rap, sleeping, eating, wrestling, and talking.
Dislikes:: Pop, Justin Bieber, swimming, basketball, and sprinting.
Fears:: Things moving in the dark, Numb limbs, not able to see, getting into arguments, and being casted aside or ignored.
Secrets: He's been following someone from the other group for the past five weeks. He'd been in a terrorist attack before within his old home of Russia.
..:: Somebody's looking fine::..
Tattoos/Peircings:: Upon the back of his left shoulder is a fairly sized cross symbol.
Faceclaim:: Brad Goreski
Scars:: On the right side of his chest, he holds a thick scar, cauterization with no healing intentions. The large burn upon his chest is shaped as a cross, easily seen if shirtless. As well as that, along the right side of his neck all the way down to his collar bone he carries a long, wide gash, which is still there from since he was a child.
Other:: One eye is brown as the other is blue.
Brief bio: Most of his life was spent in the barren, icy wastelands of Siberia. He lived a life of survival and straining, a kill or be killed kind of life. Much violence was brought before his eyes even at the early ages of intelligence. It had gotten bad to the point where a separate village attacked theirs in hopes to take some of the materials they needed. But their plans didn't end as hopeful as it seemed. Three of the peoples' lives were ended in front of him, which hit him hard in reality. This wasn't a simple wolf being shot to protect the young, or a yak being slain for food. This was a human life, ended so suddenly without remorse. After a few months after the incident, he finally convinced his parents that it was time to leave to a more civilized land. America. There, he only spent a year in the making, but managed to learn oh so much from the city he moved to, Detroit. After spending a week or two in that dark place, he witnessed another death and learned not all people were as nice as they seemed. So then he moved to the city this small high school is at now, with no complete knowledge on the place and a new title to be called, soon, that is. For now, he's a simple face on a yearbook that no one talks to.