ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ᴀʟᴇxᴇɪ ᴠᴏʀᴏɴᴀ-ʀᴜꜱꜱᴏ
guide
godmodding
slight nodding; shaking head; looking away; eating/drinking
limited includes slight godmodding; change of facial expressions; following your character
limitless includes slight and limited godmodding; saying anything that wasn't said in the previous posts which he could actually say if he weren't godmodded
roleplay
word length is for now 300-450, nit sure how I managed that. Hope to increase it!
reply time is 1 day - 1 week? More or less
contact me if it's been more than 10 days after your post!
modded threads or events are in general my priority
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idea twoxxx
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Last edited by Theodore Alexei Vorona-Russo on 10 Sep 2026, 19:59, edited 9 times in total.
ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ᴀʟᴇxᴇɪ ᴠᴏʀᴏɴᴀ-ʀᴜꜱꜱᴏ
obnoxiously strong
Reducio
As one may know from Theodore’s backstory, he was forced to start boxing as soon as he had turned five years old. He was not entirely happy with that fact, since he was still some kind of toddler, but he wasn’t born in an entirely normal family anyway. His grandfathers, having forced him to start boxing at that very age as they had done for their sons, and like it had been done for them by their fathers, did not care about how much of Theodore’s childhood was being wasted away.
Theodore’s body was, at first, lacking lots and lots of stamina. He couldn’t even get past thirty minutes of constant boxing. Sometimes even less than that. This made his grandfathers furious as they thought he was a weakling. Theodore didn’t like them thinking that about him, so he always tried to prove them wrong. That he was going to be very strong when he grew up.
As Theodore got older, his stamina and strength improved. Sometimes he was more tired than on other days, slacking and barely being able to train more than an hour, which would cause his grandfathers to get frustrated. One of the times this happened was when he was eight, and that was his first instance of magic.
He didn’t want to disappoint his grandfathers, so sometimes he trained alone for an hour or two. Sometimes his knuckles would get red and bruised, sometimes even bloody, but he’d get it disinfected after the training. After a while, though, those bruises were a part of the training, and he got used to them.
Theodore trained constantly when he was at his each of his grandfather’s place. They’d supervise him, and, although they weren’t the most careful around him with their use of words and facial expressions, and although they didn’t care about how many times he needed rest, they gave him tips on how to improve his jabs, punches, hooks, and uppercuts. Theodore didn’t deny how much he had gotten better at boxing with the help of his grandfathers.
When he had only started boxing, he didn’t like it. He had always been sceptical about following his grandfathers to the basement, where the boxing equipment was. At the ages of five and six, he used bandages around his wrists. When at the age of seven he started to like boxing more and think of it as a coping mechanism, he stopped using the bandages, which, for some reason, made his grandfathers look at him with a more proud expression for a while. Not using the bandages meant that he had fractured and sprained his wrists multiple times, but he never started to use them again. His grandfathers had also thrown his previous bandages away, with the thoughts of him not needing them anymore.
The constant injuries such as, as mentioned, sprains and fractures, made him stronger. Physically and mentally. Due to them, his stamina improved, again, and he would also continue boxing even if he felt something tear.
At the age of nine and a half, his grandfathers started to instruct him to use weights of one or two kilos. He’d pick them up and box with them in his hand. At first, it was exhausting, but after months of training with weights, he got used to the feeling of them in his hands while boxing. The thought of getting stronger was now fully etched in his mind.
Once his first instance of magic happened, he, sweaty and exhausted, was, although not showing it, overjoyed. With that happening, he could finally have something to brag about, something that’d prove his strength, and that he wasn’t a weakling.
Theodore’s body was, at first, lacking lots and lots of stamina. He couldn’t even get past thirty minutes of constant boxing. Sometimes even less than that. This made his grandfathers furious as they thought he was a weakling. Theodore didn’t like them thinking that about him, so he always tried to prove them wrong. That he was going to be very strong when he grew up.
As Theodore got older, his stamina and strength improved. Sometimes he was more tired than on other days, slacking and barely being able to train more than an hour, which would cause his grandfathers to get frustrated. One of the times this happened was when he was eight, and that was his first instance of magic.
He didn’t want to disappoint his grandfathers, so sometimes he trained alone for an hour or two. Sometimes his knuckles would get red and bruised, sometimes even bloody, but he’d get it disinfected after the training. After a while, though, those bruises were a part of the training, and he got used to them.
Theodore trained constantly when he was at his each of his grandfather’s place. They’d supervise him, and, although they weren’t the most careful around him with their use of words and facial expressions, and although they didn’t care about how many times he needed rest, they gave him tips on how to improve his jabs, punches, hooks, and uppercuts. Theodore didn’t deny how much he had gotten better at boxing with the help of his grandfathers.
When he had only started boxing, he didn’t like it. He had always been sceptical about following his grandfathers to the basement, where the boxing equipment was. At the ages of five and six, he used bandages around his wrists. When at the age of seven he started to like boxing more and think of it as a coping mechanism, he stopped using the bandages, which, for some reason, made his grandfathers look at him with a more proud expression for a while. Not using the bandages meant that he had fractured and sprained his wrists multiple times, but he never started to use them again. His grandfathers had also thrown his previous bandages away, with the thoughts of him not needing them anymore.
The constant injuries such as, as mentioned, sprains and fractures, made him stronger. Physically and mentally. Due to them, his stamina improved, again, and he would also continue boxing even if he felt something tear.
At the age of nine and a half, his grandfathers started to instruct him to use weights of one or two kilos. He’d pick them up and box with them in his hand. At first, it was exhausting, but after months of training with weights, he got used to the feeling of them in his hands while boxing. The thought of getting stronger was now fully etched in his mind.
Once his first instance of magic happened, he, sweaty and exhausted, was, although not showing it, overjoyed. With that happening, he could finally have something to brag about, something that’d prove his strength, and that he wasn’t a weakling.
Last edited by Theodore Alexei Vorona-Russo on 28 Aug 2026, 07:37, edited 5 times in total.
ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ᴀʟᴇxᴇɪ ᴠᴏʀᴏɴᴀ-ʀᴜꜱꜱᴏ
pc ophelia vanderbilt
age teen
gender female
discord bg1389
threads status open
pinterest profile
activity daily
response time one day - one week
age teen
gender female
discord bg1389
threads status open
pinterest profile
activity daily
response time one day - one week
Last edited by Theodore Alexei Vorona-Russo on 28 Aug 2026, 07:37, edited 15 times in total.
ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ᴀʟᴇxᴇɪ ᴠᴏʀᴏɴᴀ-ʀᴜꜱꜱᴏ
minyu mccullen
lauren vanes
seraphina ashford
seraphina ashford
tes cadell
theodore russo
marigold wesley
Reducio
cirrus mooney
theodore russo
theodore russo
theodore russo
emmeline harris
brookline quinn
Last edited by Theodore Alexei Vorona-Russo on 27 Aug 2026, 16:50, edited 3 times in total.