[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=B22222]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=B22222][b]Location:[/b][/color] Bristol Ship 
[color=B22222][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort[/i] (Passive), [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] (Passive), English [/center][hr]

	The constant state of nausea put Vladimir in a state of relative un-grace. Perhaps it would not be appropriate to say [i]dis[/i]grace, being as that word has ulterior context, but to be fair, the general state of grace that the man possessed was lessened considerably by the rising flood of vomit that continually tried to make itself known in the same manner as a breaching narwhal. It was very fortunate then that the man who sat, head in hands, upon the bunk in a tidy cabin on an oceangoing vessel, was in possession of much more grace than the common, workaday man. Enough to add his own splash of panache to something as (once again) un-graceful as losing his most recent couple of meals across the sturdy wooden planks of the ship. 

	But that last thought did remind him: [color=B22222]"Da, da... Constantin? Vatch step on your vay out. Footing is... ah, slippery."[/color] Vlad was thinking of the very recent incident wherein he puked across the deck just in front of their cabin's door. [color=B22222]"Vill stay here, I am thinking. Get some rest vhile I can. Please letting me know if anything happens, da? Spasibo."[/color] With that, Vladimir rolled fully onto the bunk provided him by the master of the vessel and snapped his fingers. Ordinarily an action he would do when sleight-of-handing a sharp object into his grasp, this time it was done in minor celebration of the fact that, despite feeling worn out over the past couple of hours' gastric exertions, he no longer felt the immediate and pressing need to upchuck. Whether that held or not remained to be seen. For the moment, The Great Bazhooli decided that rest was the proper course of action.