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dmitry ryjkov. it's a mouthful--he knows, he's heard it before. american clients--they always love to poke at his name for the sake of friendly dealings. but the thing is--when you're killing for someone, you don't want to know their name. you don't want to know their victim's name. you want the job. written by christopher associated with ofmagiya

[shesnake]

[ofopasnost-blog]

jfC sorry i've been so inactive!! i haven't abandoned, i promise, i've just been away at family's and then sick o ~ o;;

[embarrassmeme]

Send me "S" and my muse will react to your muse sliding a finger down their back, unexpectedly.

[portinaris]

[thedecadentrapscallion-blog]

[nergalism-archive-deactivated20]

Meet The Muse

Hover over the links for a brief description!

|| The Basics ||

Name: dmitry ryjkov Nickname(s): dmi. but he hates it. Age: 36 Species: human

|| Personal ||

Morality(Bold One Per Section): Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic ||| Good / Neutral / Evil Religious Belief: Abandoned Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Temperance / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience / Justice Primary Goals In Life: To survive and give Daria the best life he can manage. Languages Known: Russian, English, a tiny bit of Ukrainian. Secrets: He feels guilty over his job. Quirks: Obsessively cleans his guns--while ignoring the rest of his apartment--swears in russian rather than english, cracks his knuckles, draws out what he's thinking. Savvies: shooting, languages, motorcycle riding.

|| Physical ||

Build: Slender / Scrawny / Bony / Fit / Athletic / Herculean / Babyfat / Pudgy / Obese / Other Height: 6’0” Weight: A little over average, due to muscle. Scars/Birthmarks: Plenty.

|| Favorites ||

Favorite Food: Anything. He's not picky. Favorite Drink: Anything that isn't vodka. Again, he's not picky. Favorite Pizza Topping: Supreme B) Favorite Color: He wears black most often. Favorite Music Genre: Not a big music listener. Favorite Book Genre: Murder mysteries. Favorite Movie Genre: n/a Favorite Season: Summer Favorite Butt Type: Anything he can grab B)) Favorite Swear Word: пе́дик (faggot, although not because of his opinion over gay people--he just likes using controversial words) Favorite Scent: gunpowder Favorite Quote: Спасибо, дорогая родина, мой разрушенный молодежи. [ thank you, dear motherland, for my ruined youth ]

|| Fun Stuff ||

"Boss" Theme Music: monster - kanye west  Bottom or Top: Top. Loud Burper Or Soft Burper: probably both-- Sings In The Shower: Yes / No Likes Bad Puns: Yes / No

Their Opinion On The Mun: 

[viyevil]

this is my favorite thing on the entire planet

[ofmagiya-archive-deactivated201]

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“Что-то не так с моей улыбкой?”

he’s so used to seeing dmitry cleaning his weapons, he just nods towards the other room knowing his niece is in there and asks softly, “she eat today? have you eaten?”

he still speaks more english than he does russian, a habit he learned while they grew up. it helped when the american men visited their mother.

[ofopasnost-blog]

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        "Она заставляет вас выглядеть глупо."

                  he clasps his hands together, allowing them                   to rest between his  knees. spread, like he's                   the fucking king of the  world. some days, it                   seems like he could be            with the right                   arrangements.  mob  jobs   get  you  places.

        "Маленькая ошибка съели больше, чем мне, я думаю."

                          and that's  saying  something. he                           still speaks  his  native language,                           even  with  his  brother's  english.                                     it sounds ugly, he'd defend.

                  he only ever speaks it himself if he must.                              american clients, lost nationalism.

[ofmagiya-archive-deactivated201]

ofopasnost

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"Dmitry! Где Дарья?" No matter when he see his twin, he’s always happy, usually. Well, most days. Today is not one of those days, but no one bothers looking under that stupid grin.

[ofopasnost-blog]

Ⓓ ▌▌

      he's cleaning  his  guns today, and that       means he's not cleaning his apartment.       it  really  needs  a  good  top  to  bottom       cleaning,  but jesus. he  hardly  spends       any time  there,  why  should  he bother       being         so         damn        thorough?

               "          Смотреть телевизор."

                      setting the dragunov aside, he looks                       over at his brother.               his twin.

               "Почему вы ухмыляясь, как это?"

[psychodolic]

    ——This was a person that Skylar would have trouble talking to or communicating with, as would he since he didn’t speak  Russian.

        “I’m guilty of many things, chum.”

[ofopasnost-blog]

        "Chum?"

      he   searches    his   mind   for       the   equivalent   of   the   term.       comrade,     friend          words       he'd   never    choose    for    a       stranger. not this  one, at least.

                   "Is that so?"

[ofopasnost-blog]

                                                                 two  sides                                                                  of  a  coin                                                                  that's   no                                                                  l o n g e r                                                                  currency.

conman, magician | gunman, father nikolai and dmitry ryjkov

                                                   [ ofmagiya ] [ ofopasnost ]

[choirbxy-deactivated20141220]

he’s a bartender, he’s nosy. though, usually the  people he talks to have had too much to drink and are more than happy to pour their hearts out.

   “ that accent — russian? ”

mickey shifts on his feet a bit, passes the toothpick he’s been chewing on back and forth in his mouth.

[ofopasnost-blog]

        "Novosibirsk."

                  born and raised in the city. where he                   lives now   well,  that's something of                   a secret. when  your  job is based in                   crime,  anonymity  is  something  of                     a                necessary                  evil.

                           he's swaying back and forth, holding the child tightly.                            fussy   children   are   more   difficult   than  an y  job.

[psychodolic]

    ——A jump from a ledge and a stable landing came to follow. There was a gas can tightly clasped in a calloused hand.

        “Mother teach you not to be nosy?”

[ofopasnost-blog]

          "My mother never taught            me       many       things."

                        he likes to think that he taught                         himself most of his skills of today.

                   "You're... подозрительный. You                     look to  be  guilty  of  something."

[modernperils]

      “What’s a guy got to do to get your attention around here?”

[ofopasnost-blog]

        "What kind of attention             do    you   look    for?"

              sometimes   phrasing    gets   a   little   blurred.       god knows he's a little rusty on casual conversation.

[choirbxy-deactivated20141220]

he just couldn’t help but notice the guy struggling

   “ looks like you’re havin’ a bit       of trouble there, pal. ”

[ofopasnost-blog]

        why is the stranger speaking to him?            is this  normal,  here?  he  knows it's            normal in some countries, but... ugh.  

                     "It's fine. She's tired."

            he hopes. thinks. rarely does he travel with her,             but long jobs  make  babysitters  difficult to find.

[deliriousiren-deactivated201412]

      whether or not the man was from a different origin,        her brow still rose at the first word that left his lips.       “hey, don’t talk like that in a woman’s presence,        you hear me? it’s plain rude.“ ellis commented prior       to finding herself squinting her eyes. “oh boy, that’s       quite the long run from where we are now, i’m telling.       best off finding a place to crash, streets around these       parts get kinda rough at night, no need to go and seek       the trouble now, huh?“

[ofopasnost-blog]

          he's taken aback by the comment,           eyes squinting  to  cover surprise.

   "...Вы понимаете по-русски?"

                          not that he particularly cares. foreigners                                    they only  care  about  russians  when they're                           criticizing their  government  or  poking fun at                           their accents. nobody learns about the culture                           or  what  good   things  come   out.  only  ever                           talk  about  krokodil  and  putin.      fuck  them. 

[deliriousiren-deactivated201412]

      “ the city—————?       dearest, this is new york.       how could you not see it? “

[ofopasnost-blog]

                 "дерьмо."

        taking   a    quick   drag,   he   nods.  he's            not  supposed  to   be  in  new  york,  but            damn is the transport system confusing.

     "      I need to get to Connecticut."

                            which comes  out more like                             'co-nekt-ee-ket', but it works.