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THE SIREN ; THE SAINT

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❝ Viktor Volov is a thrill-chasing ballerina. An ex-spy from the Red Room, he is a mastery of archery and precision sport with more than shaky self confidence. After numerous forced kills and political assassinations, his defection ended up smashing his trust in institution and in himself. Vik no longer wants to make decisions for himself or for anyone, and lives his life searching for the next adrenaline rush to keep the guilt from weighing. Since leaving the Red Room, he’s found freelance work as a hired hunter, and more recently, Tony Stark’s personal assistant. ❞

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captainamerica-anon

23, 24 from the numbers ask thing - @viktorvolov

23 - Record or CD player?

Record player, all the way. The sound’s richer and I like that it forces you to full appreciate an album in it’s entirety instead of picking through songs.

24 - Do you believe in any conspiracy theories?

Well, some of them are true, Vik. I’m a good percentage of the truth behind those conspiracies. But I’ve seen some ones about tap water…? That’s definitely wrong.

Seriously. They think water is making us gay. It’s hysterical.

viktorvolov

Right, forgot who I was talking to.. I can’t believe all that shit about you is actually true. Could’ve fooled me.

The only thing dangerous about American tap water is the quality.

thebrownwidow

OPEN STARTER RP

‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙

Lilia wasn’t supposed to be out drinking.

She knew that very well.

Not because she was under 21 or anything like that.

It had been forbidden, something about the team and their public image. But New York never looked twice at a member of the Avengers out in public.

So, since when did she ever listen to rules since being freed from the Red Room?

That’s why she was stumbling back into the watchtower at 2 o’clock in the morning. Trying to be as quiet as she could, unable to contain her soft drunken giggles as she went up the elevator, stepping through the compound’s kitchen.

Her lack of sobriety made her think she was invincible, meaning she thought that there was no way she would get caught.

Maybe if she wasn’t tipsy out of her mind, her Russian spy/assassin self wouldn’t get caught, but a drunk stumbling super soldier certainly would.

When she felt the hand on her shoulder, she jumped, reflexes kicking as she swayed but still managed to grab the person’s wrist and pin them to the ground with her bottle still in the other hand - not spilling single a drop.

Finally realising who it was, and that she’d been caught.

viktorvolov

vik blinked at her from the floor, barely making a sound as he went down. he raised his eyebrow, eyes darting from the bottle to lilia's face. he was no stranger to late nights, especially those held by avengers, but this was clearly indicative of something different. not to mention that being pinned to the floor by a super soldier was no fucking light work. he wrestled his wrist out of her grasp, but he stayed put where he was.

"good evening to you, too," he deadpanned. "you can let me up now."

thebrownwidow

Lilia cleared her throat. “Fuck. Sorry. Shit.” She stammered a string of curses, releasing him and standing up with a slight sway. Hiding the bottle behind her back, certainly not as slick as she thought she was.

“You scared me! Thought you were an intruder or somethin’.” Her speech was slurred, a telltale sign of her hefty intoxication. A hiccup interrupting her own speech. “Why- Why are you up so late?”

viktorvolov

vik hauled himself up off the floor, cocking his head in mild concern. he reached around her back, trying to take the bottle off of her. "couldn't sleep," he said matter-of-factly, knowing it was the only reason why he was ever up late at night. "it looks to me like you're the intruder. answer your own question?"

#thread ;#lilia ;

thebrownwidow

OPEN STARTER RP

‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙

Lilia wasn’t supposed to be out drinking.

She knew that very well.

Not because she was under 21 or anything like that.

It had been forbidden, something about the team and their public image. But New York never looked twice at a member of the Avengers out in public.

So, since when did she ever listen to rules since being freed from the Red Room?

That’s why she was stumbling back into the watchtower at 2 o’clock in the morning. Trying to be as quiet as she could, unable to contain her soft drunken giggles as she went up the elevator, stepping through the compound’s kitchen.

Her lack of sobriety made her think she was invincible, meaning she thought that there was no way she would get caught.

Maybe if she wasn’t tipsy out of her mind, her Russian spy/assassin self wouldn’t get caught, but a drunk stumbling super soldier certainly would.

When she felt the hand on her shoulder, she jumped, reflexes kicking as she swayed but still managed to grab the person’s wrist and pin them to the ground with her bottle still in the other hand - not spilling single a drop.

Finally realising who it was, and that she’d been caught.

viktorvolov

vik blinked at her from the floor, barely making a sound as he went down. he raised his eyebrow, eyes darting from the bottle to lilia's face. he was no stranger to late nights, especially those held by avengers, but this was clearly indicative of something different. not to mention that being pinned to the floor by a super soldier was no fucking light work. he wrestled his wrist out of her grasp, but he stayed put where he was.

"good evening to you, too," he deadpanned. "you can let me up now."

#thread ;#lilia ;

peterparkeranon

(( please do not come on this page and attempt to infantilize this character. and please mind me when i let you know you are.

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belong-in-the-wilds

Hello? Who is this? — @viktorvolov

Gwendolyn was patrolling rooftops. Eager to take in a much of the bustling city life as she could. Everything was far more chaotic than her own world. But New York in her time was a nuclear waste land filled with alien war creatures, so listening to New Yorkers and many more people bickering and arguing. The sounds of horns and sirens had her in a mix of wonder. But one piqued her interest. Seeing a dark haired lanky young man moving through the streets. Checking his surroundings. A mark of someone trying to hide or- being chased. Or straight paranoid... A small gesture with her head, and the little ghost that stayed with her rang the kid's phone. An amused smile crossing her features. "We'll if you're trying not to be spotted, you're doing a poor job of it." Gwens tone was straight- direct and to the point.

belong-in-the-wilds

"Far away." Gwen mirrored Viks tone, but kept her reply short and vague. It was easier that way then an actual explination. Her hands slowly lower, hooking her left thumb into her yellow belt.

"At ease." Gwen lifted her right hand, her voice softening as she waved her gloved palm to the side in a slow, deliberate motion. “I’m not about to hurt a kid. Let alone one who looks like they’ve been running for their life.” With her hand now at her side,

viktorvolov

vik’s eyes trailed down to her hand and her belt, grip loosening just a bit on the fletching. she spoke with no accent. she didn’t appear dangerously armed. running for his life was a strong sentiment. if that were the case, he felt like he would’ve won.

“i’m no child,” he corrected softly. “it would be good for you if you stopped thinking that.”

#thread ;#gwen ;#mcu oc blog #mcu oc roleplay #mcu ocs

belong-in-the-wilds

Hello? Who is this? — @viktorvolov

Gwendolyn was patrolling rooftops. Eager to take in a much of the bustling city life as she could. Everything was far more chaotic than her own world. But New York in her time was a nuclear waste land filled with alien war creatures, so listening to New Yorkers and many more people bickering and arguing. The sounds of horns and sirens had her in a mix of wonder. But one piqued her interest. Seeing a dark haired lanky young man moving through the streets. Checking his surroundings. A mark of someone trying to hide or- being chased. Or straight paranoid... A small gesture with her head, and the little ghost that stayed with her rang the kid's phone. An amused smile crossing her features. "We'll if you're trying not to be spotted, you're doing a poor job of it." Gwens tone was straight- direct and to the point.

viktorvolov

vik turned his head, and in one swift movement, strung an arrow out of his holster aimed at the girl who'd disrupted his quiet. he wasn't above shooting, though the same pulsing, cold sweat ran across his skin when he thought about it. this was a new city with new faces, and he didn't take kindly to being tracked. "i asked you who you were. that's not an answer."

belong-in-the-wilds

At the sight of the arrow, her head tilted to a side. Her helmet glinting in the light beneath the hood. Gwen slowly raised her hands at the weapon. Young. Younger than most, dark hair. Skinny. Mistrusting but not stupid. That was obvious. Standing straight on the concrete ledge. She stepped off, a brief puff of wind jutting out from under her as she landed on the pavement with a soft muffled thump of her boots. "Gwendolyn." She introduced herself softly, Gwen kept her composure, purposely keeping her body language languid. Attempting to keep her demeanor non-threatening. "But Gwen is fine."

viktorvolov

hand-raising. a sign of surrender. vik lowered the arrow, but kept his hands firmly grasping the fletching. gwen, whoever she was, was clearly dressed for a fight, but the question was with who. it wouldn't be vik if he could help it. "where are you from?" he pressed in lieu of introducing himself.

#thread ;#gwen ;#mcu ocs #mcu roleplay #mcu oc #marvel roleplay #marvel oc rp

belong-in-the-wilds

Hello? Who is this? — @viktorvolov

Gwendolyn was patrolling rooftops. Eager to take in a much of the bustling city life as she could. Everything was far more chaotic than her own world. But New York in her time was a nuclear waste land filled with alien war creatures, so listening to New Yorkers and many more people bickering and arguing. The sounds of horns and sirens had her in a mix of wonder. But one piqued her interest. Seeing a dark haired lanky young man moving through the streets. Checking his surroundings. A mark of someone trying to hide or- being chased. Or straight paranoid... A small gesture with her head, and the little ghost that stayed with her rang the kid's phone. An amused smile crossing her features. "We'll if you're trying not to be spotted, you're doing a poor job of it." Gwens tone was straight- direct and to the point.

viktorvolov

vik turned his head, and in one swift movement, strung an arrow out of his holster aimed at the girl who'd disrupted his quiet. he wasn't above shooting, though the same pulsing, cold sweat ran across his skin when he thought about it. this was a new city with new faces, and he didn't take kindly to being tracked. "i asked you who you were. that's not an answer."

#thread ;#gwen ;#mcu rp #mcu oc rp #marvel rp #marvel oc rp

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tatturmemes

//OOC: PSA

Doesn’t matter if we’ve never interacted, if we’ve interacted once, or a BILLION times. Doesn’t matter if we have zero threads or FIVE BILLION.

ALWAYS feel free to spam my ask box with in character asks, questions, or starters.

ALWAYS feel free to spam my inbox with ask box memes!

ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in memes.

ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in quizzes.

ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in posts you want me to see!

ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in posts that remind you of me/my muse.

ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in stuff, period!

ALWAYS feel free to start an interaction with my muse!

ALWAYS feel free to suggest a plot for our muses.

ALWAYS feel free to send me an OOC message in DMs or in Asks.

I LOVE that stuff. YOU’RE NOT BEING ANNOYING. IT MAKES MY DAY. Talk to me! I love it! :D

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THE SIREN ; THE SAINT

marvel oc rp blog || multi-ship || MUSE INFO || asks open || dms open

❝ Viktor Volov is a thrill-chasing ballerina. An ex-spy from the Red Room, he is a mastery of archery and precision sport with more than shaky self confidence. After numerous forced kills and political assassinations, his defection ended up smashing his trust in institution and in himself. Vik no longer wants to make decisions for himself or for anyone, and lives his life searching for the next adrenaline rush to keep the guilt from weighing. Since leaving the Red Room, he’s found freelance work as a hired hunter, and more recently, Tony Stark’s personal assistant. ❞

// mun is 20+ // MDNI //

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@falconanon @emiliakane @april-barnes @captainamerica-anon @deadpool-anon @peterparkeranon @tonystark-anon @belong-in-the-wilds

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