Post by The Karcolith on Aug 15, 2014 2:16:39 GMT -5
Name: Karc (actual name forgotten)
Birthplace: Australia.
Age: 30, born in August 2005.
Gender: Male
Faction affinity (if any) and faction relations: Revolutionary. Strong hatred of the Reds and the Fourth reich and other hostile factions.
Physical description: Taller then the average metro dweller Karc stands in at 6'5" and weighs around 95kg, very physically fit and relatively strong. His hair is dark and has been shaved along the sides and back, leaving only the hair on top of his head, tied up most of the time, even now as it recedes. Has a thick beard that is roughly sculpted to a point. Covered in tattoos done by local artists over the years. Missing the tip of his left ring finger, and the top of his right ear as well as a number of small scars on his face.
Personality: Relatively easy going, can talk to anyone generally. Due to his flexible personality he often goes into stations, searching for interesting information or resources for his faction.
History: Born in Australia well before the war, his family moved to Russia as his mother's family offered them a position in their family business, from there he grew up, learning the local language and going to school, only his life was turned upside down with the destruction from the war. His class was lucky enough to be on an excursion and was traveling via the metro.
He grew up never knowing that fate of his parents or his siblings, and often got into trouble as a teenager, he ended up in Kitai Gorod, where he quickly learned to pick pockets, locks and generally act as a criminal in the making. Though he had a reason for his actions, he wanted to purchase gear to visit the surface and find his old residence. Eventually when he was 20 he saved up for some of the gear, the rest he simply stole. He set out with no idea what he was walking into, he'd heard stories but nothing prepared him for the sheer destructive force left behind by the war.
Through luck and using is street smarts he was able to avoid the mutants and actually found the apartment his parents had lived in, climbing into the ruins he came across a sight he never wanted to find, two skeleton's, one clasped in the arms of the other in their final moments together. The grim scene has stuck with him ever since, taking a few mementos he set off again, but was spotted by a pack of mutants, unable to flee back to his home station, he sprinted in the direction of what he thought was the next closest tunnel entry, unwittingly running right into a group of Reds.
They took his weapons and held him as a prisoner since they assumed he was a run away prisoner, as they were walking Karc began to give up hope that he'd get away from this, he had no papers and would be executed as a bandit from Kitai Gorod. After spending nearly 3 months imprisoned he was being transferred to be executed when the group was ambushed by the Fourth Reich attempting to rescue several of their own.
Karc was set free but had no where to go knowing he'd be shot if he went back through the Reds territory. Wandering lost and unsure what to do with his life he was eventually found by revolutionaries just after they'd attacked group of Reich members. With little idea what else to do with his life he joined them has never looked back.
In the few years he's been with the faction he showed considerable aptitude for uncovering information from criminals, he now stays in either Kitay-Gorod or Tretyakovskaya, blending in with the groups of criminals and reporting any suspicious or interesting activity.
Preferred weapon(s): Lolife with extended magazine, stock and fore grip, and modified to be fully automatic, Valve with a x4 sight, 10 throwing knives and a trench knife.
Notes: Wears light body armour underneath his standard clothes. Despite his heritage his manner of speaking is a drawling, almost Bronx style. While chatting his voice is slow and menacing. The way he speaks he often pauses in the middle of a sentences drawing out what he says.
His Valve is modified also, but in a different way, the barrel has reinforced bands running down it like a crude handle and a sharp, but stubby axe head built into the stock making this long range weapon, brutally effective in close quarters as a last resort weapon.
((Wrote this a while back but never submitted it, I think the dates work but let me know if they need changing))
Birthplace: Australia.
Age: 30, born in August 2005.
Gender: Male
Faction affinity (if any) and faction relations: Revolutionary. Strong hatred of the Reds and the Fourth reich and other hostile factions.
Physical description: Taller then the average metro dweller Karc stands in at 6'5" and weighs around 95kg, very physically fit and relatively strong. His hair is dark and has been shaved along the sides and back, leaving only the hair on top of his head, tied up most of the time, even now as it recedes. Has a thick beard that is roughly sculpted to a point. Covered in tattoos done by local artists over the years. Missing the tip of his left ring finger, and the top of his right ear as well as a number of small scars on his face.
Personality: Relatively easy going, can talk to anyone generally. Due to his flexible personality he often goes into stations, searching for interesting information or resources for his faction.
History: Born in Australia well before the war, his family moved to Russia as his mother's family offered them a position in their family business, from there he grew up, learning the local language and going to school, only his life was turned upside down with the destruction from the war. His class was lucky enough to be on an excursion and was traveling via the metro.
He grew up never knowing that fate of his parents or his siblings, and often got into trouble as a teenager, he ended up in Kitai Gorod, where he quickly learned to pick pockets, locks and generally act as a criminal in the making. Though he had a reason for his actions, he wanted to purchase gear to visit the surface and find his old residence. Eventually when he was 20 he saved up for some of the gear, the rest he simply stole. He set out with no idea what he was walking into, he'd heard stories but nothing prepared him for the sheer destructive force left behind by the war.
Through luck and using is street smarts he was able to avoid the mutants and actually found the apartment his parents had lived in, climbing into the ruins he came across a sight he never wanted to find, two skeleton's, one clasped in the arms of the other in their final moments together. The grim scene has stuck with him ever since, taking a few mementos he set off again, but was spotted by a pack of mutants, unable to flee back to his home station, he sprinted in the direction of what he thought was the next closest tunnel entry, unwittingly running right into a group of Reds.
They took his weapons and held him as a prisoner since they assumed he was a run away prisoner, as they were walking Karc began to give up hope that he'd get away from this, he had no papers and would be executed as a bandit from Kitai Gorod. After spending nearly 3 months imprisoned he was being transferred to be executed when the group was ambushed by the Fourth Reich attempting to rescue several of their own.
Karc was set free but had no where to go knowing he'd be shot if he went back through the Reds territory. Wandering lost and unsure what to do with his life he was eventually found by revolutionaries just after they'd attacked group of Reich members. With little idea what else to do with his life he joined them has never looked back.
In the few years he's been with the faction he showed considerable aptitude for uncovering information from criminals, he now stays in either Kitay-Gorod or Tretyakovskaya, blending in with the groups of criminals and reporting any suspicious or interesting activity.
Preferred weapon(s): Lolife with extended magazine, stock and fore grip, and modified to be fully automatic, Valve with a x4 sight, 10 throwing knives and a trench knife.
Notes: Wears light body armour underneath his standard clothes. Despite his heritage his manner of speaking is a drawling, almost Bronx style. While chatting his voice is slow and menacing. The way he speaks he often pauses in the middle of a sentences drawing out what he says.
His Valve is modified also, but in a different way, the barrel has reinforced bands running down it like a crude handle and a sharp, but stubby axe head built into the stock making this long range weapon, brutally effective in close quarters as a last resort weapon.
((Wrote this a while back but never submitted it, I think the dates work but let me know if they need changing))