Russia/Ivan Braginsky profile

Name: Ivan Braginsky
Country representing: Russian Federation
Age: 17
Student or teacher? Student
Personality (mostly to see your characterization):
(Sorry for the massive personality description. I had a lot I wanted to say... hehe...)
Ivan is regarded as the sort of "creepy teddy bear" of the school. A large, six-foot-tall, and rather big-boned person, people often take him to be intimidating, which is often reinforced by his tendency of coming off as a little crooked, saying rather offhanded comments that end up sounding quite sarcastic or sadistic, while really Ivan doesn't mean them quite the way they come off, as his social skills are not very polished (and he never seems to realize an awkward situation). A relatively introverted person, he likes to spend time with minimal amount of people and doesn't quite like venturing into large crowds at all, but if the weather's nice, one will often see him outside tending his garden, which has some of the largest sunflowers one might have seen. He came to the school to make friends, though, and try to get a new start on his life.

In spite of his relatively young age, he has already seen a fair share of trauma and horrors, having grown up on the poor end of society in the decidedly colder areas of Russia, which, along with a near-death incident in the snow when he was younger, left him with a strong dislike of the cold. He is infamous for the liquor he has, as he somehow manages to get large quantities of none but vodka or, if you're willing to ask nicely (and certainly give him something in return) he may be willing to procure some liquor for you for a price. This practice has led to him becoming a trafficker, or in nicer terms, main supplier, of liquor to the underage population, something quite frowned down upon by many, but Ivan himself sees no problem in it (especially if it gets a few more bucks on the table). Ivan himself is equally as infamous for the vodka which he drinks, often in what looks like coffee canteens (which he uses more often at school, to the peaceful oblivion of the teachers) or label-less bottles, although arguably, none have seen him thoroughly drunk. Not that he doesn't ever get drunk, he certainly does, but none have ever witnessed him in such a state.

He usually wears a heavy overcoat over his school clothes, his favourite being a tan coat styled after the Red Army uniforms in Russia, although when he's gardening or playing hockey he usually will consent to change into alternative attire, given that he doesn't have to remove his scarf. He is constantly wearing said scarf in spite of the activity or temperature, and has an odd affinity for plumbing (and not always fixing it, although he is quite capable of general repairs), to the extent of disbanding water faucets in order to stow them in his pockets.

When he is upset, he will often mutter in Russian under his breath, sometimes saying a quick "kolkolkol," which in Russian is used for the tolling of a bell. Ivan uses this in the same way that an American English-speaker might use the slang "strike three" or "wrong move," meaning roughly that someone's just made one too many mistakes for his likes.

Roleplay sample (minimum 200 words):
Ivan slid his lunch to the far end of a table, sitting down contentedly and looking around with a smile. He plucked at his food, more focused on observing the other students than consuming it; a particular brown-haired boy had caught his eye. He smiled, trying to catch the other's attention, but didn't accomplish much except knocking his drink over trying to wave. After just watching for a moment, he finally picked up his knife and began to slice his potatoes, chancing another glance up at the boy to see if he had looked up. Wave! Say hello! his mind told him. You're here to make friends! Ivan gave the boy what he considered his best smile, raising his hand in greeting (without putting down the knife) before lowering it, satisfied at the exchange (one-sided or not he didn't know, as he didn't think to look back up) and continued to cut up his food. Attention shifting back to the morsels of food lying on his plate, he entertained the thought of informing the school cooks of some other foods, perhaps ones with more taste... like his pirozhki!... although he wasn't sure if the cooks knew how to prepare it. Ivan himself only knew how to make one at a time, as he'd never had to cook for more than himself. Ah well, he thought to himself as he munched on a slice of the potato.

His mind returned to when he had first learned how to cook the aforementioned food; he smiled at the memory. Good times, good times... but alas, he reminded himself, I can't focus on the past. With that thought, he reached swiftly into his bag, retrieving a large canteen, pushing the lid back and taking several quick swallows. He dared another glance up at the boy, but was disappointed as the boy had gone back to eating his food. Hm... he did have that English assignment to work on though, and his English skills still could use some work. He suppressed a groan. As great as the school was, and as lucky as he was to get in here, the English-learning was still a pain. He'd have to see if there was someone who could give him some extra tips- did anyone here speak Russian? No, matters for another time, he mused as he pulled out his papers and set to work.
(I hope this is satisfactory, and I hope I'm posting this in the correct place. Thanks!)