Mirko Minaeva
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Mirko Minaeva

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Mirko Minaeva was last seen:
Jan 18, 2018
  • Quick Facts

    Mirko Minaeva's Quick Facts

    Gender / Pronouns
    Male, He/Him/His
    Age
    20
    Current Location
    Wandering
    Origin
    Chelyabinsk, Russia
    Class (Digivice)
    Arbitrator (Burst)
    Subclass
    Crest
    friendship
    Face Claim
    Akihiko Sanada, Persona 3

    Boi's Quick Facts

    Base Form
    Strabimon
    Gender / Pronouns
    He/Him/His
    Level
    child
    Attribute
    virus
    Crest
    faithfulness
    Face Claim

    Mirko Minaeva's Freeform
    STATS Full Name: Mirko Schelesner, took on Minaeva from his mother upon immigrating Age/Birthdate: 20 / January 21, 2010. Height/Weight: 159lbs / 5 foot 7. Eyes / Hair: Blue / Platinum Blonde (White, but he won't admit it) From: Chelyabinsk, Russia Resides: Southhampton, New York Family: Father, Ivanov Schelesner. Mother, Menardi Minaeva. Sister, Mirna Minaeva. Hobbies: Running away, getting into brawls on the street, drinking, filling the emptiness in his heart with dick - anything risky that will keep him from his own thoughts [hr] Often he could hide himself away, sneaking into the mannor without his sister or mother noticing, but today luck was against him. Now his sister was in his bathroom, roughly treating the wounds from his latest fisticuffs with one of the boys Mirko flinched back from the cotton swab dabbed at his brow, uttering an uncouth obscenity that made his older sister frown with displeasure. Mirna Minaeva pressed the alcohol drenched swab against the bleeding cut more forcefully, applying a pressure with her thumb that had Mirko bat her hand away. She stared down her younger brother dangerously, and Mirko frowned, averting his gaze. Even discounting the scar over her eye, Mirna was leagues more intimidating than his scrawny self, ever after all these years.

    "Why are you so stupid?" Mirna began, dabbing urgently to step the flow of blood. "And on the night of the gala! Everyone will be watching, and you decide to brawl with some yank delinquents like a... like..." Mirko was rolling his eyes at his sister's scolding, which only increased her ire. She growled in displeasure, before seething back. "I hope you realize- mother will be furious!"

    "I hope you realize, I do not give a damn what mother thinks- fuck!" Mirko's retort was cut off by Mirna cruelly pinching his eyebrow, twisting ostensibly to stop the flow of blood, but more plainly to shut him up.

    "Stupid. And with a scratched up face, you cannot afford to..."

    "You seem to manage just fine with half of your face cracked ope-" Mirko's cruel taunt was quickly cut off by the clap of Mirna's backhand across his cheek. He had pushed his sister's patience too far clearly, and if he had more than the basest of familial affection for her, he would have felt a bit more sorry. Indeed, his fist was already drawn back, and she stared at him incredulously. Her eyebrow raised, and he slowly lowered his hand, rubbing the bandaged knuckles.

    "I'm sorr-" he began, sheepishly looking away, but Mirna was having none of it.

    "Just like papa, then?" She said solemnly, and Mirko thought he could see the slightest twitch of her eye, the same wit the creased scar that marred his sister's otherwise flawless face. "You Schelsner men are just prone to the violence, yea?"

    Mirko swallowed, a rush of shame running up the back of his neck. He wanted to walk away, but Mirna had begun to place small bandages over his wounds. She was surprisingly tender as she worked at his brow, and Mirko wondered if, subconsciously, there was a connection between this and the gash his father had left on her so many years ago. "I... I'm not like papa..."

    "Oh, of course you are. We left you with that man too long." Mirna said, and Mirko almost retorted defiantly, but the softness in her voice betrayed an almost regretful tone. Nothing like the accusation he has expected. "Five years, with that man back in Russia, before Mama could get you to us..."

    Mirko hated to think about it. Having spent most of the formative of his teenage years with his father across the sea in Russia had been a blur of a nightmare. He still flinched when people walked towards him abruptly, more than once pushing the butler in the wall instinctively. There were smaller signs- the scar on his shoulder, the way his left fist clenched tighter than the right, the keloid behind his right shoulder of burnt skin. The tiny record of his father's treatment was, however, nothing compared to the single strike that had marred his sister's life. It had been what had pulled Mirna and his mother away, and he dreaded to think what secret scars his mother may have hid. Still, none of it seemed to weigh against...

    As if reading his mind, Mirna spoke, tenderly stroking his hair. "Mama is... she can never be sorry enough. That it took so long. Or that...you don't-"

    Mirko sighed, leaning into her hand so that she cupped his cheek in her palm. He wanted to interject, but Mirna was always the better with words. "Are you sure you won't see the doctor?" she said softly. "Just someone to talk to? Mama will pay for it all; there's no shame in it. Better that than... than fighting in the streets and running off all night like a-"

    "Like a vat?" Mirko suddenly challenged, his icy eyes locking with her as his pronounced russian accent pushed through. He couldn't stand the implication in his mother's disapproval and his sister's exasperation for his activities. They thought themselves so highly, so comfortable in this life of wealth and excess, that it ignited an indignant, vitriolic anger in him. Taken aback, Mirna removed her hand from his face.

    "I... I just wished you thought yourself at home." Mirna whispered.

    "Tch." Mirko sucked his teeth, rising to his feet to leave.

    "Mirko... you'll be home for the party? Mother... she'll-"

    As he walked out, he looked over his shoulder and, in perfect Russian, stated a single phrase. "I don't belong here, either."



    Rundown:

    The younger child and only son of Ivanov Schelesner and Menardi Minaeva, Mirko didn't have the happiest childhood. Ivanov was an older discharge from miliary service when he married the younger Menardi, and the two sired Mirko and his older sister Mirna. However, Ivanov, haunted by his time in the armed services, was a damage, volatile man, lashing out at his family at the worst of his episodes. Initially focused on his wife, his anger soon extended to his children, until a fateful incident in which he lashed out and left Mirna with the knife wound over her eye. Menardi quickly gathered her things and left with her daughter to a woman's shelter, filing for divorce. The resulting separation found Mirko given custody to his father, and contact with his mother limited by his father's influence. Allegedly she never stopped trying to get Mirko back, something he finds difficult to believe- how could she find the time to do so between immigrating to the United States and amassing a considerable amount of wealth and influence through old money and stocks. Raised under his father's abuse and his increasingly worsening and untreated mental issues, Mirko was finally plucked away with the death of his father after a wrong encounter with local druglords. Since then, Mirko has been trying to acclimate to life across the sea in the United States. With a temperament and trauma that makes him eeiriely similar to his father, and no end to his propensity for self destructive behavior, Mirko escapes a lot through street brawls, days away from home, and regular inebriated sexual escapades. His disconnect became particularly permanent after experiencing a labrinyth event using the Digital World service to meet with a particular hot match on grindr in virtual reality.


    Boi's Freeform
    Referred to as 'Boi', or a variation of, by his partner, Mirko's partner digimon's personality varies with his form and stage, but as a rule he plays off his attachment to his partner in favor of cultivating an air of the cool loner. True, Boi often finds Mirko much more interesting than he expected of a human partner, but to claim that he is only interested in the boy for entertainment would be a mistake. Boi is generally a sweet and good-mannered little pupper, if not easily overwhelmed by Mirko's aggressive tendencies. In actuality, Boi worries greatly for Mirko's mental and emotional well-being, and this manifests itself in a constant frustration. While he can put himself on the line to protect Mirko from physical dangers and enemies, he finds himself at a loss for helping him through his own issues. This sense of powerlessness fuels Boi to overperform in what he can, making him aggressive in his defense, burdened as he is by the idea that he isn't equipped to help Mirko with his psychological problems. Begrudgingly, he tends to either tolerate or encourage Mirko's behavior, consistently fooled by the promise that Mirko knows what he is doing, despite his own better judgement.

    Boi's Evolutions

    Caprimon

    Baby II
    Data


    Strabimon

    Child
    Data


    Sangloupmon

    Adult
    Data


    Astamon

    Perfect
    Data


    MirageGaogamon

    Ultimate
    Data
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    Gender:
    Male
    Birthday:
    January 22
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    Face Claim:
    Akihiko Sanada, Persona 3
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