[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=firebrick]Vladimir Alexandrov[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/3068ada6-2525-4e47-b1a8-14d98dfb6177.jpg[/img][h3][color=firebrick][b][i]"[u]The Great Bazhooli[/u]"[/i][/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][center][color=firebrick][b]Location:[/b][/color] Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park)
[color=firebrick][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort[/i] (Passive), [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] (Passive) [/center][hr]

	As strange as it might seem, The Great Bazhooli was beginning to understand the cut of this man's gibberish. Oh, he was crazy. No doubt about that. But he did reveal a few things about himself that provided otherwise inaccessible insight. This "Ludwig" character was a protector once. If not protector, then someone to translate the world to him and his antics to the rest of the world. This is what a man looked like when he was alone in a foreign land with the barest knowledge of the local language. Metaphorically, or course. He seemed to have a more or less fluent grasp of English; probably better than Vladimir did himself. 

	The minor missteps of language were an important part of character for him, though. It made him seem more worldly, more exotic to almost everyone outside of the Russian Empire, and even a good number of more urban types within. Vladimir's foreign accent and diction, paired with his regal bearing and mannerisms established his background, as eclectic as it was: Carpathian Rusyn, Cossack, Gypsy, Noble... Warrior. Performer. Protector. A character. An assortment of personality traits and gimmicks, backed by hurled steel. Ah, perhaps he really [i]could[/i] speak foreign languages better than he let on. Speaking flatly was entirely without panache. 

	Luckily, the German fellow found cause to leave his immediate environs. Vladimir set his mind black on the task of returning to his people and getting the show underway for the Graveolase. He had been away for too long. With determined strides, he marched in the same general direction as Ludwig, but took a wider path and quickly found himself at the back of the tent. There were members of the Bazhooli Sem'ya; his cousins, nieces and nephews, and a couple of people close to them who were willing to shore up their numbers for the proper execution of the Grand Mamushka. The dance had not been seen outside of the clan for a long while. Vlad wanted to make sure his people were comfortable, relaxed, and confident. They had practiced their exact routine for the two months it took to travel the overland route from Moldova to England, and performed it many times even before that. 

	Vladimir located his Sem'ya exactly where they were supposed to be, behind the main tent near a performer's entrance, waiting with nervous tension in the air. They had several things with them for the show, as well. Oil and torches in stands, ready to light things ablaze at the first instance of The Great Bazhooli uttering his performing catchphrase of [color=firebrick]"Now, let us try the same trick... [i]ON FIRE!!![/i]"[/color], racks full of blades of various shapes and sizes, and targets, targets, targets, among a plethora of other things. His son, Konstantin, walked reverently up to the older man with a great mass of fur and a wrapped bundle. The pile of folded, fuzzy hide was one of Vladimir's favorite performance pieces - a great, grey-brown coat made of thick and lustrous bear fur. He pulled it around himself, selected a gentleman's cane and a sabre for a good entrance, and adjusted his tall hat upon his head. 

	[color=firebrick]"I am seeing that you are very nervous, da? Vell, do not be. I am proud of each and every one ov us all; I vill alvays be proud of us. No matter vhat happens tonight, ve vill still Mamushka. Ve vill still fight, still defend our peoples from the Soulless. Ve are [i]Bazhooli[/i], every and each one ov us! Do not submit! Ve shall [i]conquer[/i]! Ve shall [i]rise[/i]!"[/color] Vladimir stepped upon a conveniently placed box to continue addressing his people. He took off his hat and held both it, and the cane out to his sides. [color=firebrick]"I [i]am[/i] Great Bazhooli! And I have seen [i]evil[/i]. I have seen [i]horror[/i]. I have seen unholy maggots, vhich feast upon dark recess of human soul!"[/color] Unfortunately, Vlad took the opportunity to deviate from the speech to better suit his audience: [color=firebrick]"Ve all have. Ve know vhat bumps in night; and ve bump back. [i]Hard[/i]. No matter vhat happens tonight, this vill not change. You are family. I am so proud ov you. Ve know vhat must be done. Let us go in, heads held high, and show these Graveolase that ve deserve [i]same respect[/i]. Deserve voice at table."[/color] 

	[color=firebrick]"Just go in. Be fierce, be talented. Be yourselves. Everything, [i]everything[/i], vork out as should."[/color]