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Ride | Twenty One Pilots
Unsteady | X Ambassadors
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|{Full Name}|
Peter Kirill Alkaev
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|{Nickname}|
Petra - a childhood nickname given to him by his brother Matvei
Angel - a childhood nickname given to him by his mother, though it's not in use anymore
|{Age}|
17
|{Sexuality}|
Bisexual
|{Hometown}|
Saint Petersburg, Russia
|{Appearance}|
Peter likes to exaggerate his height, saying that he's 177cm instead of his true 172cm. It's almost amusing, really. Especially when he's called out on it and gets flustered because of his lie. Still, he's been told that he has a nice face, and the most complimented thing about him is his eyes. He doesn't understand why, though. Their just blue. His skin is rather pale and his face is dotted with freckles, and scars are scattered all across his body. His hair seems to have a wild mind of its own, and when he's alone with a mirror Peter often finds himself hating his uneven eyebrows.
|{Powers}|
Unlike his brother Matvei, Peter wasn't gifted with any interesting powers. In fact, he wasn't gifted with any at all. The only abnormal thing about him is his complete lack of decent grades and love of risking his life.
|{Hobbies || Talents}|
HOBBIES: jumping off things, collecting stamps/postcards/magnets, drinking
TALENTS: being the family disappointment
|{Fears || Weaknesses}|
FEAR: drowning, being in cars,
WEAKNESS: envy, anger, jealousy, self-destructive
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|{Personality}|
destructive || reckless || daring || stubborn || intelligent
Who is Peter Alkaev? Well he's a mess, for one thing. Unlike his brother who's all straight lines, perfect edges, and fantastic hair, Peter is... messy. His lines are crooked and his edges are jagged, and Lord knows he cant keep his hair down for the life of him. Even more, Peter is horrendous at doing anything rationally. He doesn't think much before he turns his feelings into actions, and when he gets angry there's nearly nothing holding him back. If it weren't for Matvei, Peter would surely be in a lot more trouble than he's in now... which is it say, quite a lot.
Of course, every coin has two sides. Unfortunately, the second side doesn't differ much from the first. Even when he's calmed down and is less explosive, Peter has a habit of saying the wrong words or tripping up and doing the wrong things. He makes poor decisions, like going out and drinking the night away when he knows he has something important the next day, or skipping school to sleep at home even though he has a re-test scheduled. It doesn't help that his communication of his problems is basically nonexistent, either. Peter likes to bottle his troubles away and pretend that they don't exist.
|{History}|
"Some people are born lucky" his mother, a shaky woman by the name of Valencia Alkaev, had said to Peter once. "And others are just unlucky to be born." She had shouted those words during a heated argument with him one night, and she had denied them afterwards, but Peter never forgot what she meant; He was just one of the others.
His bad luck started after his birth, though, when his father 'left to buy some cigarettes' and never came back. Peter hadn't been even a year old then, and his mother had been in a struggling position at her work, and after that night their lives seemed to only go downhill. Valencia, heart-broken and troubled, threw herself at whichever man happened to pay her any attention, and ended up landing with Jack, an American man who was only in the city for business. "I'll be here a year," he swore. "Only a year." but Valencia must have had an attraction for liars, because no more than three months and one pregnancy announcement later did Jack quietly exit the door during the night, and never returned in the morning.
Over the course of the next eleven years Valencia had countless relationships, and Peter tried to distract himself from them by burying himself in his schooling. His mother stuck to foreigners, mostly. Usually the ones that only spoke little or broken Russian. And then she'd get so attached to them that she'd fall into fits of depression whenever they'd inevitably leave. Peter hadn't even entered teendom birthday yet, but already he'd have 'stepped up' and acted as a parent for his younger brother, Matvei, more times than he could count during the days where Valencia neglected her job as their mother. He still remembers the nights where he'd sit on the floor of the kitchen with his math or science textbook on his lap and Matvei by his side, and them reading the material together.
A few months after Peter's twelfth birthday, Valencia entered what would be a long-term relationship with a man named Anton. He, Valencia had said, would make all their problems disappear. Their overdue rent, their piling bills, their lack of edible food in the fridge. At the time Peter had nearly believed her, but it took not even a full week of having Anton live with them for him to discover that his mother's words weren't true. For starters, he was flat out awful. He shouted, he swore, he brought a new pack of beer home every time he returned from work, and throughout the following hours he would drink every bottle. The small house they lived in reeked of his stench, but Valencia was blind to it. Her new, more stable job required her to work long hours, and for the majority of the time she wasn't home. But even when Peter and Matvei complained to her, she'd turn a blind eye. It was because Anton paid for them to live, Peter knew. Even if the living wasn't comfortable. Even if the living included them enduring Anton's abuse.
Over the next bunch of years many things happened, though unfortunately very few of them were any good. Peter and Anton were at ends constantly. Fighting, screaming, shoving the other out of the house. His focus on his education took a significant blow, and often Peter dared to pack his belongings and leave for weeks at a time, just to get away and breathe for awhile. His worry of what would happen to Matvei without him was always enough to bring him back, though. It wasn't, however, enough to stop him from being reckless. In short, Peter was unlucky to begin with and stupid for the rest. He was sorted into the wrong social circle early, mostly due to his obviously poor home life, and quickly he was swooped up and chosen as the king of horrible decisions. He could come home completely wasted and his mother wouldn't care, and Anton would only yell at him like he always would. He was quick to turn his actions in to a game of how far he could go before someone would try to stop him.
He never came across a limit.
|{Other}
1. The saddest thing about Peter, and the reason for him being at the camp, is that he really isn't a dumb person. He's a natural at learning and absorbing information, and hell, sometimes he even finds it fun. The days where he showed up for class were the best ones, his teachers had said, because if there was one kid they knew for sure could go big places, it was him.
2. Peter has an intense fear of drowning, and often has nightmares of it. He only feels safe in water when it's clear, but that doesn't stop him from diving into the lake. What can he say, he gets a thrill out of being afraid.
|{Face Claim}
Tom Webb
Character Dialogue || #527A55
