|Roman Rabinovich |Ghost | Staff |FC: Gabriel Garcia
Roman was born in Moscow, Russia. He was a miracle baby from the start, as his parents had been told previously that they would be unable to conceive a child. Roman’s father, Viktor, was a zoology professor at Moscow University, his mother, Alena, a ballet dancer and accomplished pianist. Life was fairly easy for Roman as he grew up. He was more than spoiled, money was never really a problem, and most importantly he was loved dearly.
By the age of sixteen Roman had finished school with honors, spoke fluent English, had more than just a knack for music, and craved soaking up more knowledge. He loved learning about new things, always asking questions, always hands on. He was never more happy than he was when he was learning something new. Just before the age of seventeen, Roman got the best news of his life, his father had gotten a job in the states as a zoology professor. New adventures, new things to learn, new faces.
Shortly after arriving to the states and settling in with his parents, Roman started university, majoring in Psychology and minoring in Gender and Sexuality studies. The thing he was the most interested in learning about was how the human mind worked. What better way to study it? And although he wasn’t exactly in the position where he needed a job, he found it necessary to get a job at the local Asylum in town. He’d heard the folklore, and that only attracted him more to the place. Unfortunately enough for him the only position they had available was working as a janitor. Still, he happily took it, and from the age of twenty until the day he died he kept his job, keeping the facility tidy and sparkling clean while also becoming a smiling, familiar face for the patients that came in and out.
No one quite knows exactly how Roman died, and although he still roams the building, still smiling and as friendly as ever, he’s mum on the details of his death, often looking meek and embarrassed when the subject is brought up. Maybe he’ll open up about it some day. Until then he’s still as happy as a clam and still learning as much as he can from anyone willing to teach him.