#Nikolai Vavilov

[eggtrolls]

Life is funny. I was reading tonight, January 26th, about Nikolai Vavilov, the Soviet pomologist (pomologist -> pomology, the study of apples) who discovered the origin of the apple (Kazakhstan) who was arrested in 1940 for, among other things, his support of the theory of Mendelian genetics. Vavilov died in prison in 1943. On January 26th.

we are now legally obliged to listen to 'When The War Came' by the Decemberists that mentions him in connection with the Leningrad seedbank

[lqb2quotes]

Do what you can. If you can't do something you wanted to do, then you will be forgiven, but if you don't want to try to do anything, you will not be forgiven.

Nikolai Vavilov

[lidensword]

Georgian dances but with Dimitri and Nikolai I took some very talented dancers as a reference!

By the way, Dimitri is half Georgian :)

[all-yn-oween]

A special gift for my friend @lidensword and the very special day!!!! :)) Have an amazing day (well, it’s almost the end but I hope it was awesome!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 since you mentioned Sergei meeting the others being his favorite moment I had to draw something related … ✨✨

Alsooo…. I have another gift for you, but it’s not finished yet!! So I am going to show you a sneak peek.. 👀👀

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“May I ask why you are carrying Louis and Gustave?”

The blonde soldier looked back at the slightly taller man in front of him, who gave him interrogative eyes. He was trying to appear as composed as he could, but Étienne knew how to recognize his boyfriend’s facial expressions— and right now he could easily notice how wrinkles appeared in the corners of Nikolai’s eyes. How his brows were slightly furrowed, something that the blonde easily recognized as amusement if he took his small smile into account.

He replaced the still collapsed Louis on his shoulder properly before answering to his boyfriend.

“Well… zhey managed to knock zhemselves out. And I am going to put zhem in a safer place.”

Gustave groaned upon hearing that, half conscious. He may or may not have retorted something, but it was unintelligible considering the fact that he was still facing the ground. Étienne was dragging him.

And anyway, Étienne wouldn’t have listened to him at this point.

“Vhat happened?” The said man asked, letting out a huff, which confirmed his amusement.

“No one really knows what iz going on in zheir damned heads. I once thought Louis would be able to handle Gustave, but it turns out zhat zhey are both worsening zhe other.” Nikolai laughed.

“It seems dhat we both have our own chaotic duo to handle.”

The blonde couldn’t help but smile at the small mention of Dimitri and Sergei, two Russians soldiers who were competing for the category of the most disastrous persons against Louis and Gustave. It was a close match.

Étienne shifted to put Louis better on his shoulder, as he was sliding down. “Where are zhey?”

“Dimitri went away wit’ dhat American general.” He replied, gesturing towards the gardens of the museum. “And Vasily is watching over Sergei so he doesn’t burn dhe place down.”

“At least you will be able to relax tonight…”

Nikolai seemed to consider talking again, as he walked towards Gustave to free his boyfriend from half of the weight. He grabbed the redhead by the waist and raised it to put him on his shoulder. The blonde thanked him and sighed in relief before Nikolai decided to say what he wanted to say.

“I was hoping we could spend some time togedher, but I can see dhat you are rather busy.”

“Ah.” Étienne nodded. “I think I can manage to free myself. Let me just put zhese two somewhere safe, where zhey won’t find anything to cause a mess.”

Nikolai tilted his head with a hum, ignoring Gustave’s now incoherent babble. “Dhat’s underestimating them.”

“I’m not getting paid enough for zhat.”

“No way… are you being paid?” The Russian joked while the other shook his head.

“With recognition, I suppose. The Emperor even asked me to keep an eye on zhem if he iz not around.”

“A sign dhat he trusts you to watch over a member of his family.”

Étienne looked at his boyfriend, eyebrows raised, before eyeing the said member of the family who was still unconscious on his shoulder. He could be glad that Louis was not aware of being transported like that, unlike his best friend who was now attempting to untie Nikolai’s hair as a sign of discontent. He sighed, a smile on his lips.

“I hope he wouldn’t mind zhe way I carry him then.”

“He probably won’t—“ the brunette felt that his hair had been successfully untied by the redhead. “Эй ! Gustaf!”

“Non non non, Gustave, you stop zhat. You stop, arrête, bon sang!” The blonde soldier walked towards him and hit the other’s hand to make him give back his hair tie.

Gustave seemed to have another plan in mind. He kept the object in his hands, and when Étienne hit his hand, he threw it as far as he could— which ended up being a few centimeters away.

Not only that!, but the hair tie fell down immediately on the blonde’s palm. He chuckled, glad to not have to fight with him this time.

“Here.” Étienne put Louis down for a moment, while he was tying back the Russian’s hair.

“Oh, thank you!”

“Étienne, Nikolai… I’m starting to get sea sick from up here..” the redhead complained with a nauseous tone, before noticing his best friend on the ground. “Oh… Louis… hey… wake up… Louiiiis…” he tried to grip his best friend, whom of course he couldn’t reach.

“Gustave, stop moving, you are making it difficult to not drop you.”

“Nikolai is right.”

“My dignity is forever compromised…”

The blonde finished tying his boyfriend’s hair, and he put a hand on Gustave’s back. “Your dignity has been compromised for a while now. Let’s go.”

Nikolai nodded, while the Frenchman got Louis back on his shoulder again.

Fortunately for them, Gustave had stopped complaining and was playing with Nikolai’s uniform instead, and they both could walk towards the Russian exhibition room— as they agreed they could ask Vasily to watch over them too until they both woke up.

When the door opened, they realized that they were entering a war scene.

Kazimir was shouting something in Russian, that of course Nikolai managed to understand — yet he wished he couldn’t. He apparently went berserk but the reason couldn’t be seen in the room. Vasily was in front of him, a hand firmly put on the man’s shoulder to calm him down and probably hold him there. What was he doing here? Wasn’t he supposed to handle Sergei? And where in the whole goddamn museum was Sergei?

The brunette sighed, that was something that needed to be taken care of. And unfortunately, this was going to infringe on the time he wanted to spend with Étienne.

Nikolai looked at his boyfriend with an apologetic face, and the blonde immediately understood. He took his hand to show that he didn’t mind.

This was the moment both Gustave and Vasily chose to talk.

“Oh! Eh! Attends!! What’s happening? Hey! Nikolai!!”

“Nikolai. Thank God you’re here.”

“Drop me, I wanna go see—“ the redhead continued, now poking his back in order to convince him, like that would even work.

“Hello Étienne, I’m sorry to bother you two.” Vasily added.

The Russian soldier nodded, knowing very well that it wasn’t his fault. With only one glance at the blonde, they understood themselves.

Étienne grabbed back Gustave, much to his annoyance to be held back from the seemingly interesting situation, and he walked away from the room, with a smile towards his boyfriend. That hurt him to not being able to spend more time with the Russian, but he knew the way things were.

He closed the door behind him, but the three Russians could still hear Gustave’s complaints.

….

And here it was!!!

Have an amazing end of day my friend !! 🫶🏻🫶🏻✨

[malhare-archive]

I love using niche and personal inspirations for ocs I'll never even talk about or do anything with

[just-1-scorpio]

A look at the Constructivism in Concept skins

Long post warning. And please fell free to corect me, if I'm wrong about anything.

So these skin line's aesthetic, and basis draws heavily from the Constructivism movement.

The Constructivism was an art movement that started in the 1913 by by Soviet painter and architect Vladimir Tatlin. The art movement was a rejection of the idea of autonomous art. It was in favour of art as a practice for social purposes. The Constructivism movement had a great effect on modern art movements during the 20th century, two of the movement that it had a major influenc on was the Bauhaus, and the De Stijl movements.

Here are a few art works from it:

Monument to commemorate the Third International by Vladimir Tatlin, from 1919 - 1920.

Illustration to "For the voice" by Vladimir Mayakovsky by El Lissitzky, from 1920.

Proun by El Lissitzky, from 1923.

Now that we know what Constructivism is let's look at the skins from the skin line.

1. Eternity - A Visit to the Arctic

Eternity's skin probably is based on the Arktika, a retired nuclier powerd icebreaker. It was one of the first surface ships to reach the North Pole. The writing on the splash art roughly translates to "Glory to the hero of the Arctic with a boundless thirst for knowlge!", but take this with a grain of salt, dou to I used imige translation.

2. Baby blue - On the Sparrow Hills

Baby blue is wearing a traditional Russian ethnic costume called Sarafan. And the Sparrow Hills is a hill in Moscow. For a time it was called "Lenin Hills".

3. Oliver Fog - See you at the workers' Club

So this garment is probaby based on, or refrences to the 8 hour working regulations. Basicly after the October Revolutin, the decree " Decree on the Hours of Laber" was published, which decreesed the working hours to 8 hours for all professions. This or it's a refrenc to the 1912 UK miners strike. But I would say it's probably the first one.

4. Medicine Pocket - The Cosmos Photographer

Last but not least. The gesture is a tribute Marie Salomea Skłodowska-Curie, Polish physicist and chemist, and the first woman to win a Noble prize. The building in the background is probably the bulding of the Russian Academy of Sciences, which made contributions to the Soviet space program. The wheat is probably a refrence to Nikolai Ivanovich Vavilov, a Russian agronomist, botanist, and geneticist, who identified the centers of origin of cultivated plants. The apple tree is posibly a refrenc to Ivan Vladimirovich Michurin, a Russian practitioner of selection to produce new types of crop plants, and was one of the founding fathers of scientific agricultural selection.

Sorces: - WikiArt

-Google

[plutoarttv]

Talk about your new OCCCCCCCCCsssssss. Which one of them is doing unethical experiments? What unethical experiments?

tysm for asking!! this is gonna be rather long, so if you don’t want to read all that lol I’ll answer ur question up here

the blonde one, Andrew, is doing unethical science, and it’s less of experiments and more of long term sabotage of a country’s agricultural industry from manipulating the public’s use of/views on genetic engineering. (I said experiments for the sake of the joke 😔)

I’ve only been really working on them for about two days now, so I’m not sure on all the details yet, but I’ll say what I have. 

the storyline was inspired by Trofim Lysenko and Nikolai Vavilov, two agronomists in 1930’s Soviet Union. very basically, Lysenko rejected Mendelian genetics, and since his ideas about plants lined up well with communist ideas, he became very influential in the government, and caused several horrible famines as a result. Vavilov was a critic of Lysenko’s ideas. 

(there’s a joe scott video on them if you want to learn more :3)

(it’s also kinda inspired by my passion for learning about genetic engineering, and the ways it can benefit humans, especially in times of diseases and famines.)

the main concept was “what if there was an alternate universe where Lysenko knew that he was wrong?” (It’s not a direct copy of the real story by any means, just loosely inspired by it)

my story is moved forward in time to around current day, and takes place in America, or some fictional country like it. Andrew Miller (the blonde one) is my Lysenko, so to speak, and Celestyn Valery (the dark haired one) is my Vavilov. they’re childhood best friends, born and raised in america, though they’re both children of polish immigrants. They both have a passion for genetics and genetic engineering, going to school together to study it. andrew has a deep hatred for america, and promises celestyn that he can bring the country down from the inside in ten years, by the time they’re both 35. he takes on the persona of a good old-fashioned all-American man, dying his hair and changing his name (from Komorowska to Miller) in order to appeal to the public and those he works alongside. he gets a job in the government and begins biding his time until he has an in. 

celestyn tries to follow to prevent him from causing any harm, but, lacking andrew’s ruthlessness and charm, he can’t get as far as quickly, and has to resort to more and more desperate means in an attempt to stop his friend.

a lot more happens after that, and a lot more interpersonal and emotional conflict (as they both still care deeply for the other despite the hatred they try to harbor), but that’s the main setup. 

the unethical science mostly comes in when andrew finally reaches his goals, and is able to manipulate the country’s ideas, rules and regulations around plants and the use of GMO’s, ruining the nation’s agricultural industry. 

(like I said, it’s not really an experiment, but for the sake of the joke I said experiments)

sorry that was a lot but hopefully you found it interesting!!

[justforbooks]

The Forbidden Garden of Leningrad by Simon Parkin

This fascinating history of Nikolai Vavilov and the staff at his plant institute tells a story of almost unbelievable self-sacrifice while under siege during the second world war

Is there any human endeavour as heroic or under-appreciated as plant collecting? When in 1921, at the age of 33, Nikolai Vavilov arrived in Petrograd (now St Petersburg) to take charge of the bureau of applied botany and plant breeding, he found a city racked by hunger. War followed by civil conflict had crippled Russia’s food production and distribution systems – a situation compounded by the seizure of peasants’ grain stores by the Bolsheviks – and Petrograd, once the cradle of the Russian empire, had been transformed into a graveyard. Walking along Nevsky Prospekt, Vavilov was appalled to see starving citizens queueing for mouldy bread. “Westward the sun is dropping,” observed the poet Anna Akhmatova, “and already death is chalking the doors with crosses.”

On entering the bureau, Vavilov was even more dismayed to find the heating pipes had burst and the storage units containing nearly 14,000 varieties of wheat, barley, oat and rye collected by his predecessor had been eaten by famished staff. It was, recorded a member of Vavilov’s team, “a picture of almost complete destruction”.

Yet by 1940, Vavilov had secured new premises in a former tsarist palace in the centre of the city and had amassed the largest collection of seeds in the world. It was a collection brimming with “latent life”, writes Simon Parkin in his riveting account of Vavilov’s plant institute, “a Noah’s Ark of plant matter”. Once cultivated and harvested, the seeds contained sufficient genetic material to feed not only the citizens of Leningrad, as the city had been renamed following Lenin’s death in 1924, but the entire population of the Soviet Union. In the process, Vavilov, a tireless polyglot, would become the most celebrated botanist in the world, feted by scientists from Edinburgh to New York. All the more extraordinary, then, that today he is all but forgotten, a victim of the Soviet state’s desire to erase memories of the siege and the millions who perished in the Nazi onslaught.

Karl Marx wrote that “history repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce”. The tragedy is that having amassed a collection with the potential to banish famine, Vavilov was arrested on the eve of war and branded “an enemy of the people”. In this, he appears to have been a victim of a bitter struggle with the peasant-agronomist Trofim Lysenko, who had rejected Mendelian genetics for Lamarckism – the idea that plants and other organisms acquire superior traits from their environments rather than from inherited genetic material. Lysenko believed that through a combination of agronomical knowhow and political will, these traits could be passed down to future generations – a theory that Stalin found appealing.

The result was that when in July 1941, the Soviet authorities began fortifying Leningrad in preparation for the German siege and evacuated precious artworks from the Hermitage, Vavilov’s collection was ignored, though whether this was deliberate or a bureaucratic oversight, Parkin cannot say. What he shows, brilliantly, is how the farce of the seeds’ non-evacuation nearly ended in a second tragedy as Vavilov’s colleagues fought to preserve the collection from raids by starving citizens and their own gnawing hunger. Incredibly, of the 250,000 seeds that Vavilov had amassed at the outbreak of war, the majority survived and by 1967, 100m acres of Russian agricultural land had been planted with material from the institute’s collection. Not only that, but wheat collected by Vavilov in Spain, Japan, Italy and Argentina was crossbred to create high-yielding winter varieties, while potatoes from Bolivia were used to breed hybrids resistant to disease. Today, 90% of the seeds and planted crops in the institute’s collection are found in no other in the world.

Writing in 1737, Carl Linnaeus, the father of modern taxonomy, observed: “When I consider the melancholy fate of so many of botany’s votaries, I am tempted to ask whether men are in their right mind who so desperately risk life and everything else through the love of collecting’ plants.” Imprisoned for the duration of the war, Vavilov would never return to his beloved institute and died of hunger in 1943 at a prison in western Russia. Afterwards, ashamed of their persecution of the world-renowned botanist, the authorities destroyed Vavilov’s case file and did their best to discourage journalists from writing about his achievements. The result was that it was not until the late 1970s that Vavilov’s story and the fate of his employees became more widely known. Even so, Parkin’s is the first book to have been published on the subject outside Russia.

To recreate the story, the author has drawn on the institute’s archives and the diaries and letters of the two-dozen staff to whom it fell to guard the collection during the near-900-day siege, one of the longest of any city in history. In the process, he restores Vavilov and his scientific colleagues to their rightful places in the pantheon of Soviet heroes. But perhaps Parkin’s biggest achievement is to explain how the botanists who sat out the siege resisted the temptation to consume the collection. Instead, he details how they defended the seed bank from looters and braved German bombs to plant potatoes at a field station on the perimeter of the city, thereby ensuring they would produce new tubers that could be stored and preserved for the following year.

In the process, 19 staff died, most of them of starvation while surrounded by containers that could have saved their lives. In this they were guided by the conviction that many of the samples were irreplaceable because of the loss of natural habitats from which they had been collected and that they could contain unrecognised genetic qualities. Their resolve was also a product of their loyalty to Vavilov and their belief in the importance of the scientific endeavour. As one survivor told Parkin: “It was impossible to eat [the collection], for what was involved was the cause of your life, the cause of your comrades’ lives.” Astonishingly, this resolve held despite an explicit order from Moscow to “spare nothing” to save the lives of their fellow citizens.

Although Parkin has done a remarkable job of resurrecting the story of this “forbidden garden”, he admits to frustration that his efforts “could not transport me to the white-hot centre of the story”. It is a frustration this reader shares. Despite a wealth of information about the siege, the thoughts, feelings and cravings of Vavilov’s staff remain tantalisingly out of reach. Instead, Parkin ends on a deflationary note, admitting he has no answer to the question of whether in opting to sacrifice the lives of people in the present for the benefit of future generations, the botanists made the correct moral choice.

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

[coffeebooksandmore]

It seems like all I read or see is about loss. To have hope for the future feels foolish. Why waste your prayers when everything is burning to the ground? Why try when we are told that there is no more time left?

Hopelessness is capitalism’s biggest tool. If you are stuck in a black hole of “what’s the point,” you’ll let yourself sink into the nothingness they want you to feel.

When you start searching for hope, you start finding it in everything. There are people fighting, all over the world, people who have less power and resources than you and me. For them, losing hope isn’t an option. They need our help because your hope is theirs; and theirs is yours.

“Eating to Extinction” is a book by journalist Dan Saladino, who traveled the world to tell the stories of the world’s most at risk foods. Once these foods are gone they will leave devastating impacts on our ecosystem. In each chapter you learn about a food item at risk; you are told its history the legacy it holds and the culture it inspired. The Kavilca wheat’s ancient connection to Anatolia, Bison and the Great Plains, Memang Narang from the Garo Hills in India - these stories brought me to my knees. I know so much, but know so very little.

There are certain stories that make the foundation of who I am and one of those stories are of the world’s first seed bank created by Nikolai Vavilov. This seed bank had over 150,000 seed samples, collected by Vavilov and his colleagues to study and save for future famines. Sadly the seed bank was under attack by the Nazi’s during World War 2. They saw the Seed Bank as an incredible genetic resource and knew they had to have it. 900 days this seed bank was under attack and the caretakers of the seeds never gave up. 9 of the caretakers died of starvation. Instead of saving themselves and eating the seeds they gave their lives up for future generations. For the earth.

We have to honor the lives of those before us who gave up everything, so we can have a more beautiful future. We can honor them by planting something native and endangered, that’ll give life for years after we’re gone. We can start to examine what we buy in the grocery store. Have you gone to your local farmer’s market recently? We all can take small steps to eating more diversely. I know it’s a lot to take on, but what are we here for if it’s not to take care of each other?

IG: coffeeandbookss

[chocochipbiscuit]

So I've been reading Eating to Extinction: The World's Rarest Foods and Why We Need to Save Them by Dan Saladino, and really enjoying it so far! The writing is engaging and I find the topic interesting, especially as he talks about how the loss of biodiversity risks us losing traditional foodways and more vulnerable to crop losses due to disease and climate change.

I've heard of the Svalbard Global Seed Vault before, but never the world's first seed bank: the Vavilov Institute, founded in 1921 by a Russian scientist dedicated to ending world hunger. His ideas fell out of favor with Stalin and he was sent to a prison camp in 1940. During WW2, though:

….his seed collection came close to being lost as the German Army blockaded Leningrad in a 28-month siege. The Soviets had plans in place to save works of art from the city’s galleries but had done little to protect the seed bank. The Nazis, however, recognised its potential as a future food resource and saw the institute as an asset they needed to target. Fortunately, Vavilov had so inspired his fellow scientists that they moved hundreds of boxes of seeds to a basement and took shifts inside the dark building, in the sub-zero temperatures, to protect he collection. What happened next is well known to botanists, but it’s a story we should all know.

Surrounded by seeds they could have eaten, the caretakers of the collection faced hunger rather than jeopardize the genetic resource. By the end of the 900-day siege, in the spring of 1944, nine of them had died of starvation, including the curator of the rice collection. He was found at his desk surrounded by bags of rice. ‘We were students of Vavilov,’ one survivor said, explaining their heroic efforts to protect the seeds. By then, Nikolai Vavilov was already dead. In 1943, at the age of fifty-five, he was claimed by the very thing he had spent his life working to prevent: starvation. He died in a Soviet prison and was buried in an unmarked grave.

This book includes foods thought to have gone extinct, but which have been brought ‘back to life’ and restored to farmers’ fields because their seeds were collected by Vavilov and his colleagues and kept safe inside the institute. Nearly a century after his dead, a new generation is following in Vavilov’s footsteps.

Just!!! How is this not amazing? It’s sad and heroic and all I can think about is the strength of purpose it must have been to been literally dying of starvation while surrounded by the food that could have saved their lives, but still holding on to hope that these could be useful to replenishing food after the war, and for future generations.

[am8ryllis]

Nikolai Vavilov was a great botanist. He married the great expert on lentils Elena Barulina. They developed many improved strains of plants to feed Russia. Their students preserved the precious seeds in Leningrad.

Then Germany besieged Leningrad, and the students began to starve, and Nikolai was sent to the gulag, (he disagreed with Lysenko about genetics) and Elena had to leave the university and live in poverty.

81 years ago, on January 26th, 1943, Nikolai Vavilov starved to death in the gulag.

Let us fast in remembrance of him.

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2023-04-03

Quilt's done, let's watch some movies.

Listening: Finished catching up to 99 percent invisible, which only took me like five years of cooking, cleaning, commuting, sewing, video gaming and soldering. Admittedly it's only about half of all of those things, but hey.

There's a lot of good 99pi episodes although a lot of them are actually guest episodes, for example Finding Julia Morgan is actually from New Angle: Voice, about an early and prolific skyscraper designer.

For originals, there's the story of the Nikolai Vavilov and the Seed Potatoes of Leningrad although frankly The Anthropocene Reviewed did it better, and there's Miss Manhattan, which is the story of a prolific model who is as a result featured in a ton of architectural work, Audrey Munson.

Reading: Started qntm's Ra, spec fic hard science fantasy where magic is a precise scientific process which is primarily best understood through careful measurement and differential equations. Appealing to me as an electrical engineer, where most things are also best understood through careful measurement and differential equations.

I read the first couple chapters ages ago but didn't stick with it, it's hard to read on a computer, I ended up buying the ebook and I'm devouring it. qntm has a way with words and worlds, and an appreciation for the power of institutional knowledge and formal theory that makes his stories feel very real and grounded. Even if they open with a drunk mage blasting some muggers with a microwave thermal lance.

Watching: Triple feature, big show today. First, episode two of Dynamo Dreams is out, only a year after the first one, not bad for what is mostly a solo VFX project. Beautiful, grungy, greebled sci-fi.

My brother called me up at six in the evening like hey do you want to go see a movie, and I almost never turn that offer down despite his incredibly terrible taste in movies and TV. We saw Shazam 2, which was mediocre in uninteresting ways. If you want to enjoy it, walk out about 15 minutes before it ends and it'll at least do something bold and thoughtful. The most I can say is that it keeps track of all it's plot points and ties them all off neatly.

Finally The Edge of Tomorrow, the time loop movie from like 2014. I like time loops, they give you a lot of room to play with. Manages to handle its stakes really well and convey the exhaustion and investment of a time loop without actually playing out every loop, which is hard. Makes me want to play Elsinore.

Playing: Nothing much, I got a couple games of Valorant in with The Buds. Now that I don't have sewing to podcast through I might go back to Forza a few hours a week. It's a reliable option. That or Warframe maybe. Needs to be a game with minimal text and little strategy.

Making: The Penrose quilt is finally done, took a few months there huh.

I'm really glad it's done, I'm looking forward to actually using it once I move out. Soon hopefully.

My sewing skill has really gone up over the course of this project, sometimes I'd read or watch someone's dressmaking project and I'd think there's no way you can do consistently tight backstitch by hand for that long of a seam but no, you totally can, it's not even that hard.

Tools and Equipment: If you're going to be working with Perle cotton you really want embroidery specific needles, they've got longer eyes that are better suited to the thicker floss than conventional needles.

[ringneckedpheasant]

[lidensword]

The final battle

[tierradenod]

🗡Luces resplandecen a través de los ventanales de imponentes arquitecturas, la naturaleza oscura reclama los lugares olvidados y la metrópolis parece rugir cada noche con más fuerza. ¿Has decidido en donde esperarás el final de los tiempos? La multitud de figuras en las sombras te guían hacia el Palacio Imperial, tierra prometida en donde el Príncipe de la Camarilla se complace en recibirte. A pesar de tu extraño parecido a JONAH HAUER-KING y ser parte de los GANGREL, eres más que bienvenida a la ciudad CONSTANTINE LISOV. Si las consecuencias no quieres pagar, deberás respetar cada una de las tradiciones y cuidar siempre tu espalda...   

PETUNIA, la administración de Tierra de Nod se alegra de darte la bienvenida. A partir de este momento cuentas con 24 horas para realizar el envío de la cuenta de tu personaje. Cualquier consulta estamos a tu disposición. ¡Muchas gracias!

OOC

Nombre / Pseudónimo — petunia

Pronombres —  ella , suya

Edad —  veintiseis

Zona horaria / País — cst 

Triggers —  ninguno

¿Estás de acuerdo que tu personaje continúe siendo utilizado por la administración como PNJ en caso de unfollow?  — si

IC

Nombre — constantine lisov

Faceclaim —  jonah hauer-king

Pronombres —  él , suyo

Nacionalidad —  ruso

Fecha de nacimiento  —   19dic , 1913

Año en el que se convirtió en vampiro —  1943 , 29 años

Generación asignada — 12

Clan y secta —  ( cupo 20A ) gangrel , en el movimiento anarquista

Detallar el nivel que posee en cada disciplina — animalismo ( 3 ) , fortaleza ( 1 ) , protean ( 0 )

Personalidad—  encantador cuando le conviene , solitario , inflexible , rencoroso .( Mínimo tres aspectos positivos y tres negativos, pero también eres libre de extenderte. )

¿Quiénes eran antes de ser vampiros y qué mantienen de su antigua vida? — siendo parte del equipo investigativo de nikolai vavilov en medio del camino ya trazado para salvar del hambre a la humanidad. inexperto pero hambriento de conocimiento , viajó por el mundo con ellos sin tener oportunidad de decidirse en cual de las familias de plantas que iban descubriendo especializarse pues las calumnias de lysenko & stalin fueron el inicio del fin . hijo menor de una familia aristocrática poco o nada de preocupación brindaba a sus pasatiempos mientras aceptara la esposa escogida cuando suceda. suceso que no pasó al encontrarse en leningrado junto a mas científicos en el momento de su final custodiando lo que su mentor había creído & ahora él también.

¿Qué sabe sobre  quien los convirtió en vampiros? —  fue uno del equipo , al que desconocían tuviera esa condición que cobijaba bajo comportamiento inestable, costumbres arraigadas & una alergia severa al sol . no pudo dejarlos morir en medio del sitio a la ciudad , decidiendo en esos últimos alientos de los botánicos que se negaban a dejar las semillas que protegían , morir con ellas . despertaron al día siguiente , transformados en bestias . unos lo tomaron bien , otros no tanto , pero constantin decidió seguir aun con la noticia de la muerte de nikolai & lo poco deseado ( o siquiera conocedor ) de esa situación .

Curiosidades — ( 1 ) sus primeros años fueron fatales , su sire no fue el mejor mentor en ese tema & lleva consigo memorias de fatídicos deslices hasta que logró controlarse . ( 2 ) es parte nuclear , aunque en las sombras , del banco de semillas en svalbard donde pasa la mayor parte del tiempo , si no está intentando olvidar sus planes de una familia en antaño con mascotas & plantas en su natal san petersburgo, cambiando de apellido cada quince años , fingiendo ser nieto de su anterior identidad. ( 3 ) los idiomas han sido su gran afición , el cual puede poner en practica viajando cuando no está en noruega , negándose a ser parte de conflictos una vez mas & trabajar, o tan solo existir en las sombras .

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¿Viste a JONAH HAUER KING frecuentando Main Vein? Oh, no, te equivocas: se trata de CONSTANTINE LISOV. Este residente de Arcadia Bay es originario de RUSIA y, al igual que otres VAMPIROS, es nómade.

¡Bienvenide a Arcadia Bay, PETUNIA! A partir de este momento, tienes VEINTICUATRO (24) HORAS para enviar la cuenta de tu personaje. De precisar más tiempo, no dudes en acercarte. ¡Gracias!

FUERA DE PERSONAJE —

❦ APODO: petunia ❦ PRONOMBRES: femeninos ❦ EDAD: 27 ❦ ZONA HORARIA: cst ❦ TRIGGERS: - ❦ EN CASO DE UNFOLLOW, ¿ESTÁS DE ACUERDO CON EL USO DE TU PERSONAJE COMO PNJ POR LA ADMINISTRACIÓN?: sip

DENTRO DEL PERSONAJE —

❦ NOMBRE COMPLETO: constantine lisov ❦ FACECLAIM: jonah hauer king ❦ PRONOMBRES: masculinos ❦ NACIONALIDAD: ruso ❦ OCUPACIÓN: nómade ❦ FECHA DE NACIMIENTO: 19diciembre, 1913 ❦ CUPO (SÓLO SI APLICA): f / atmoquinesis + resucitación

VAMPIROS

❦ año en el que se convirtió en vampiro:

1944.

❦ ¿cuál es su historia de vida? ¿quiénes eran antes de llegar a arcadia bay? ¿siempre vivieron aquí? cuéntanos un poco quién es.

. constantine pertenecía a una familia muy bien acomodada de rusia, lo suficiente para ocuparse de actividades intelectuales por elección & no sumergirse en la preparación para la guerra que estaba en el aire. sin embargo, esta igualmente lo alcanzó. preparándose para agrónomo y botánico en leguminosas, equipo de investigación son atrapados en leningrado junto a muchos que buscaban acabar con el hambre en su país producto de la guerra.

. los bombardeos intentan acabar con la ciudad y el banco de semillas que forjaron al negarse entregarselos, aunque son ellos los que mueren de hambre. sin embargo, una noche despiertan, convertidos por quien al parecer, era ya un vampiro en su equipo. su vida cambia por completo, pues todos se convierten en criaturas de la noche menos su mentor, nikolai vavilov, quien muere en un cárcel muy lejos de alguna salvación.

. las siguientes décadas se fungen en el mismo objetivo, batallar contra el hambre, luego de un buen par de años de batallar contra su sed & condición de neófito. de criatura escondida, fantástica. la jovialidad, hambre de conocer el mundo & ayudar a la humanidad, sufre un vuelco por completo. no solo por su condición, si no por el panorama desolador de sin importar cuanta comida ayuden a cosechar, la pésima distribución por los altos mandos de la humanidad nunca haría posible su meta. ese pesimismo un poco amarga su interior, culpa drenándose en absoluto cada que se alimenta, y solo ayudando a los que parecen dignos, entre estos, los animales con quienes ha aprendido a desarrollar lazos.

❦ ¿por qué decidió acercarse a main vein? ¿cuál es su opinión sobre la salida de los vampiros al mundo, más conocida como mainstreaming*?

dejó europa hace unos lustros, paseando por norteamérica con el familiar frío lo lleva a impactarse contra la gran revelación. su hacedor siendo el que le brinda su anillo de luz & le ha permitido sobrevellar su condición en solitario luego de su rebeldía para con su grupo. trata de pasar desapercibido, pero luego de un par de malos encuentros en lugares hostiles & un par de cicatrices, busca ciertas vacaciones en el pueblo pro vampiros. no le ha gustado aquello, se siente expuesto pero no es algo que pudo controlar, o del que pueda escapar, simplemente no se presenta a cada que conoce como vampiro pero tampoco busca esconderlo.