Mastolf Relevo (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} electrophoridae) wrote,@ 2020-06-19 17:50:00 |
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name: Mastolf Lee Relevo nicknames: Sparkplug, Livewire birthday: January 2nd, 1986 age: 22 handwriting: Here manner of speech: Mastolf has a rather scratchy voice due to damaged vocal cords, and his words are laced with a heavy Russian accent. His English is very good though, and it's easy to understand him. |
| personal |
home: Serov, Russia parents: siblings: Jetta Albert Relevo; phosphorescentfinancial status: Lower Class |
| appearance |
height: 6'0" weight: 139 lbs build: Tall, slender, with toned muscles. eye color: Left: Hazel, Right: Damaged cornea, yellow scarring hair color: Brunette dress style: Casual dress, but occasionally he's found wearing a nice button down shirt. Nothing too formal. Usually found in earth tones; grey, green, blue or brown. possessions usually found on person: eyedrops |
| psychological & physical |
quirks/habits/mannerisms: likes: disorders: Sadistic/Mascochistic Tendancies, Algolagnia, Folie à deux, Electrical fetishism introvert/extrovert: Extrovert pessimist/optimist: Optimist faith: Athiest phobias/fears: eyesite: Left: 20|25 Right: 20|130 hearing: Perfect left/right/ambi: Right disabilities: drinks/smokes: Both physical health: Epliepsy, Cardiac Arrhythmia |
| relationships |
relationship status: Single sexual preference: Heterosexual past relationships: Too many best friends: close friends: enemies: ------ |
| history |
Mastolf and his brother Jett never had a normal childhood. Even their birthdays were abnormal, since they were born as Irish twins. Mastolf, being the older of the two, was born in the beginning of January, while Jett was born only 8 months later, 2 months premature. Their mother, not having been the type to be careful and safe, got pregnant again almost immediately after giving birth to her first child, with a different low life father. The only reason why she had even kept Mastolf was because she had waited too long and wasn’t able to get an abortion. He probably would have been number 7, or 8. Jett was a surprise to her, and only exists because she didn’t think it was possible to get knocked up so soon after giving birth, and didn’t even know she was pregnant until the third month. The two brothers basically raised themselves. Mastolf, being the older of the two, took Jett underneath his wing so to speak, and they went everywhere together. It was almost impossible to find either of them alone. They played together, and shared all of the same interests…both good and bad. Since they didn’t have a father figure, and their mother wanted almost nothing to do with either of them, they would usually explore their backyard to find small frogs or bugs, and use the loose wires that were hanging out of the outside outlet to shock the poor creatures to keep themselves busy. It was very satisfying for the two boys, to watch the poor defenseless animals twitch about before they died. When their mother found the heap of dead amphibians and insects outside of the back door, she asked them what had happened. They made up some elaborate lie about how they were trying to save them, because they were already dead, and they had seen doctors bring people back to life with electricity on the television. The mother just sent them to their room, which was just where they would go to plot out what they were going to do next. Yes, the boys have always been rather sadistic, and had an incredible skill for coming up with lies on the spot, but at such a young age they didn’t know that what they were doing was wrong. It was when they were older, and just didn’t care that it was wrong, that all the trouble began. When the boys were about 14, things started getting a little bit more interesting. They had discovered jumper cables and car batteries, and would travel over to the junk yard, setting up traps for larger animals like squirrels and raccoons, so that they could play ‘doctor’ some more. It was a fascination that they never grew out of. There was one incident where Mastolf had attached one of the cables to his own body, feeling the intense and painful surge of energy rush through his body. After he recovered, he realized that he actually enjoyed it, and because he had liked it so much, Jett tried it as well. It turned out that along with being sadistic animal killers, the two were masochists as well. Great combination. They were able to keep their little hobby a secret, which is probably why they hadn’t been arrested just yet. Everyone knew the Revelo brothers were a bit off, but they never suspected it to be as bad as it was. They came across as…charming, almost, and very well put together. They always had several girlfriends, but they never lasted long. Usually it would be because the brothers got bored with them, and only told them what they wanted to hear so that they would do what they wanted them to do. They were fantastic at making empty promises to women, but every word they spoke sounded so convincing. It wasn’t rare for girls to come for revenge on whichever brother had offended them, but they just found it hilarious. It was a game for them. They managed to Graduate from High School, because they were very intelligent despite their neglectful upbringing, but couldn’t afford college. Even after their mother had passed away due to a drug overdose a few monthsback, they didn’t have access to her funds until they were 21. So, they decided to enjoy their last summer of freedom before they got jobs. They just couldn’t have picked a worse day to celebrate with a swim. After the two of them had already jumped into the nearby lake, and swam out into the middle, it started to rain. Neither of them seemed to mind. But then the thunder and lightening started in. Both of the brothers stared up at the sky, wide eyed. They weren’t afraid, but fascinated. It wasn’t until Jett suggested that they started to head back did they move at all. It was dangerous, in the water, and even though they were in the perfect spot to watch the storm, they didn’t want to get hit with it. But, they moved too slowly. Before they were able to get to the shore, a lightening bolt struck the water between them, sending massive electrical currents through their bodies. If it hadn’t been for the people packing up their own picnic nearby, the boys would be dead. They were transferred to a local hospital, getting their burns treated while undergoing ever other sort of test and surgery under the sun, to find out how damaged they were. When they were able to go home, the hospital told them that they were sending them to another hospital. The nearby loony bin. After speaking to the family that brought them in, they discovered that the boys had no intention of getting out of the lake when they first saw signs of the storm, causing them to worry about their mental stability. They thought they were suicidal, as though they wanted to get struck. The two boys spent quite a while there, recovering while they spoke to shrink, after shrink, after shrink. But no one got anywhere with them. It was pointless, and they were just wasting their time. When Mastolf turned 21, he requested that him and his brother get sent back to the hospital, so they could fix some of the damage. They got a few more skin graphs, and even more surgeries, but nothing could be done about their eyes. Each of them had such bad corneal scarring on only one eye, making the once rich, honey brown hued orb a cloudy yellow. Getting thrown back into the asylum did not make the boys happy. They wanted out of there, and they wanted freedom. But no, they would just constantly dope them up, and keep them in separate rooms, and ask them the same questions they had asked about a million times before. Eventually, they both just stopped talking altogether. They would just sit and stare, and then just get prescribed more medication…which they would hide for other patients, telling them that their doctors had prescribed it for them, and it would make everything all better. There was one particular orderly who thought that taunting the brothers would make them talk. Calling them ‘Sparky’ or ‘Lightening Bug’, or some other stupid sort of nickname like that. He’d often threaten to ‘squash them’ when using the latter name, invading personal boundaries, speaking very close to them, and often handling them very roughly whenever they needed to be escorted back to their rooms. But, they still sat, and smirked, and caught each other’s eye every now then, as though they were sharing the same thoughts. They were going to make him regret ever messing with the Relevo brothers. One night, when everyone was asleep, Mastolf and Jett snuck out of their rooms, meeting near the recreational room, where their favorite orderly often hung out at that time. Managing to slip some of their hidden stash of medication into his drink, they dragged him into one of the nearby rooms once the not so large man passed out. Mastolf stayed inside while Jett kept watch. Pulling out the electrotherapy machine, Mastolf turned it on, waiting for the groggy man to come to, realize he was tied down, and freak out. His cries were useless, since there was a towel shoved into his mouth. “We’ll make you a bug…just like us.” With a wicked grin, he placed the contraption on his temples, sending the electricity through his bodies in intense waves. They rotated shifts, but it was Mastolf who got the last of the fun, finally watching him go limp with lifelessness as one more shock was sent through the man’s body. Jett came back inside so they could just observe the corpse, both smirking with satisfaction, not even noticing that the door had sprung open, and people were now grabbing at them, putting them in handcuffs and shoving them in different directions. A few months later, after sitting in a prison cell during his trials, the judge had announced that Mastolf was not guilty by reason of insanity. Then, he was shipped off to the best place they could think of to put someone like him. Cheshire Crossing. Because his brother’s trial was separate from his own, he has no idea where Jett is, or what the verdict of his case was. |
| storylines |
Jetsam:* Ursula: More details coming soon. Ariel: The Ariel is sort of like a play thing, for Mastolf. He focuses in on her insecurities and uses them to his advantage. He often tells her things to make her trust him, or to make her not trust other people. He makes her empty promises, and tells her what she wants to hear, just so she'll stick around. closertoaliceTritan: Writhing Polyps: The Writhing Polyps are Mastolf's "Victims". They've fallen into his traps and then he just leaves them to stew in feeling miserable because of what he's gotten them into. Flounder: Flounder is just...petrified of him. He usually hides behind someone whenever Mastolf comes around, and when he notices, he usually comments on it, only to get a rise out of the Flounder. Sometimes he'll intentionally set this person off because he finds it funny when he gets upset. Prince Eric: Prince Eric. Someone who Mastolf doesn't directly attack, but often times he'll use other people to get to this person. Usually, he attacks this person with whoever they are attracted to. He may either woo thier signifigant other, or maybe even hurt them in some way, just to get to the Eric. Sebastian: Sebastian is someone who is intimidated by Mastolf, but puts up a brave front. They will stand up to him, and maybe even yell him at times for being so cruel, but are cautious because they do not want to get on his bad side. They have a thick outer shell, but on the inside they are soft and vulnerable. Scuttle: The Scuttle is someone that is just...utterly insane, in Mastolf's eyes. But he uses this to his advantage. The Scuttle will say things that don't necessarily make sense to him, but he will go along with everything he says, just to stay on his good side. Sometimes, he will even tell the Scuttle things, knowing that they will believe him and tell other people the same news. |
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