[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=B22222]Vladimir Alexandrov[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/4744aee2-23ca-406b-a294-f131990520ca.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, Perception [/center][hr]

	The crunchy popping sound that was the defiantly Romanesque nose of The Great Bazhooli took him a little by surprise, as was the immediate flash of pain that accompanied the noise. It usually didn't hurt to have the application of [i]Krasnoye[/i], but then again, most of the time steps were taken to assist the technique's ease. Setting a bone as best as possible before healing helped, or so he had thought. But this was a nose, not a femur. And Vladimir really couldn't fault Constantin - his work was excellent. Far better than his own use of the same skill just moments ago. 

	Vlad raised a hand to his face and gave his nose a little squeeze. Nothing. No pain at all, as if the injury had not taken place. He grinned broadly and clapped his hand about Constantin's shoulder. [color=B22222]"Da, da! Good. Feels good! Spasibo, Constantin. I vill try again vith you later. For now..."[/color] Vladimir spread his arms wide, accepting the spray of the elements and the sea as it came to him. His grin was accompanied by a sudden light in his eyes, one that a fellow Circus performer would recognize as the currently reigning Great Bazhooli preparing to embrace something unknown and adventurous. 

	With his arms still wide, Vladimir turned his head to view, in turn, both Ludwig and Constantin. Vitality thrummed in his voice as he roared, [color=B22222]"Come, my brothers! Let us give trouble varm embrace! Yes? Yes!"[/color] The odd man was having the time of his life. New people to meet. Were the hostile? Did they speak a language he could not? Would he join his forebearing Bazhoolis in death, stand victorious over a pile of knifeslain corpses, or would he make new friends this day? The moment held so many dramatic possibilities for a man such as he, who embraced the fullness of life and adventure at every opportunity. [color=B22222]"HA!"[/color] he laughed into the wind and water. Let them come.