Post by yuri on May 22, 2017 7:35:37 GMT -5
Name: His current name is
Lipov Yanovich, though this is just one of many he has worked through, his original being Shulga Pavlovich.
Birthplace: Born before the war (2006) in the outskirts of Moscow.
Age:
27
Gender:
Male
Faction affinity (if any) and faction relations: It would be unfair to say that Lipov was particularly friendly with any faction. Most would say that they would be happy to see this man in the belly of a nosalis. Having said that, his role in the metro combined with his general lack of morals means that he can provide an important service supplying different factions and station with equipment and materials. The only faction that will actively try and kill him is the Hansa, his former faction which didn't take kindly to him 'borrowing' a stash of their weapons.
Physical description: There isn't much of note physically regarding Lipov. He is of diminutive stature, standing at 5'7 and built like a skeleton. His body is bony and angular, as if he hasn't been fed enough. His life underground has left him pale, though it doesn't look that way considering nearly every inch of him is covered in oil, muck or blood, giving him a constantly grimy appearance. In fact the only thing that was remotely well kept about the man was his beard, pitch black and pointed at his chin, giving him an almost devilish look. When his hair was visible from under his hat, it could be seen to be black as well, slicked back over his head, if only for convenience. Above his narrow hooked nose were a pair of ice blue eyes, constantly darting about as if suspecting some kind of attack. Beneath these is a mouth that is all too often twisted into a sly grin, revealing a set of crooked teeth, yellowed from the cigarette that hangs between his lips. He has a slight hunch on his back from bad posture, and when he moves he does so hurriedly, furtively, like a rat skirting around the edge of a room.
His clothing is unsurprisingly falling apart around him. On his feet are a set of scuffed black boots, one of the soles coming away from the rest of the boot. These stop at his ankles, and tucked into them are a set of dark brown and heavily stained combat trousers. These are riddled with stitches and patches where they have been repaired time and time again. The pockets of the trousers are practically overflowing with all sorts of oddities and knickknacks. Strapped to his hips and thighs are more pouches and packs, all full of equally obscure items. One of these is a holster for his pistol, which never leaves his side. He wears over this a faded checkered shirt, so much so that the original colours are difficult to identify, and over this he seems to be wearing multiple coats. The first is a thin, dark green and threadbare trench coat, stopping at his knees. This like all his other belongings is held together with patches and stitches, and the pockets are crammed with bullets and other assorted items. Atop of this is a cracked and worn bomber jacked with a fur collar. This is more for warmth than anything else. A military vest that he must have stolen from somewhere is strapped over the top of this, once more giving more pouches for storage. On his head he wears a light blue woolly hat, or at least it once was before it was stained with oil and filth. This also keeps secure a pair of goggles. Over his hands are a pair of black finger-less gloves, though they to have seen better days. He is also rarely seen without a large hiking backpack, stuffed full of all the things a human needs to survive on the metro, or on the surface.
Personality: Lipov is an amoral character at best. He is sly, manipulative and vindictive. Those who cross him he never forgets, yet he is all too fast to cross others
. He likes to think of himself as being quite charming, able to persuade others to do work fro him, or buy his products. He is also exceedingly paranoid, expecting attack and betrayal at every step. The result is he will often betray before he himself is betrayed.
He is a fan of the base pleasures such as gambling and drinking. Unfortunately for him, he is not fantastic at gambling, often pushing his luck and overplaying his hand. The result being that he often accumulates quite a large amount of debt. The result of this, combined with his work means that he is often quite shifty and secretive, avoiding those he owes most of his time.
History: Shulga as he was born lived the first few years of his life in the outskirts of Moscow. His mother was a small time failing accountant, and his father was a simple postal worker. It was by chance that they survived the nuclear fire. They were taking a day to visit the central parts of the city when the bombs fell. They were some of the few who managed to make it safely to the metro system, cowering with the other survivors.
When the new society began to develop, the survivors all had to take on roles to help. His mother was quick to put her meager financial skills to good use. She did work at a bullet exchange, as well as a small market stall, selling weaponry and survival gear used by those who venture out of the stations. As a child Shulga helped her mother at the stall, learning the secrets and key points of trading.
While these two worked the stall, his father was one of the many to initially explore the tunnels. He was however quick to fall to the horrifying mutants of the metro system. As Shulga got older, he took over the stall, proving himself to be an adept trader working for the Hansa. However, he was greedy, and soon began to steal from the Hansa, stockpiling for his own personal sales.
Unsurprisingly, he was caught soon enough and was forced to flee for his life. This resulted in his first of many name changes as he began his new life. He became a sort of travelling salesman, risking the journey from station to station, supplying weapons and other gear to anyone buying. He cared not if they were Nazi's or regular stations, he would sell anything to anyone. As distasteful as he was, he had developed the ability to procure almost anything folks wanted. This is probably the only reason he wasn't killed on site by the other stations. Still, he has to avoid the Hansa, who will not forget his crimes against them.
Preferred weapon(s): He carries a Nagant at his side for dealing with bandits and other human attackers, though he also carries a duplet shotgun for dealing with the creatures of the metro when he can't avoid them.
Notes: His life int he tunnels has helped him become an accomplished engineer and mechanic.
Lipov Yanovich, though this is just one of many he has worked through, his original being Shulga Pavlovich.
Birthplace: Born before the war (2006) in the outskirts of Moscow.
Age:
27
Gender:
Male
Faction affinity (if any) and faction relations: It would be unfair to say that Lipov was particularly friendly with any faction. Most would say that they would be happy to see this man in the belly of a nosalis. Having said that, his role in the metro combined with his general lack of morals means that he can provide an important service supplying different factions and station with equipment and materials. The only faction that will actively try and kill him is the Hansa, his former faction which didn't take kindly to him 'borrowing' a stash of their weapons.
Physical description: There isn't much of note physically regarding Lipov. He is of diminutive stature, standing at 5'7 and built like a skeleton. His body is bony and angular, as if he hasn't been fed enough. His life underground has left him pale, though it doesn't look that way considering nearly every inch of him is covered in oil, muck or blood, giving him a constantly grimy appearance. In fact the only thing that was remotely well kept about the man was his beard, pitch black and pointed at his chin, giving him an almost devilish look. When his hair was visible from under his hat, it could be seen to be black as well, slicked back over his head, if only for convenience. Above his narrow hooked nose were a pair of ice blue eyes, constantly darting about as if suspecting some kind of attack. Beneath these is a mouth that is all too often twisted into a sly grin, revealing a set of crooked teeth, yellowed from the cigarette that hangs between his lips. He has a slight hunch on his back from bad posture, and when he moves he does so hurriedly, furtively, like a rat skirting around the edge of a room.
His clothing is unsurprisingly falling apart around him. On his feet are a set of scuffed black boots, one of the soles coming away from the rest of the boot. These stop at his ankles, and tucked into them are a set of dark brown and heavily stained combat trousers. These are riddled with stitches and patches where they have been repaired time and time again. The pockets of the trousers are practically overflowing with all sorts of oddities and knickknacks. Strapped to his hips and thighs are more pouches and packs, all full of equally obscure items. One of these is a holster for his pistol, which never leaves his side. He wears over this a faded checkered shirt, so much so that the original colours are difficult to identify, and over this he seems to be wearing multiple coats. The first is a thin, dark green and threadbare trench coat, stopping at his knees. This like all his other belongings is held together with patches and stitches, and the pockets are crammed with bullets and other assorted items. Atop of this is a cracked and worn bomber jacked with a fur collar. This is more for warmth than anything else. A military vest that he must have stolen from somewhere is strapped over the top of this, once more giving more pouches for storage. On his head he wears a light blue woolly hat, or at least it once was before it was stained with oil and filth. This also keeps secure a pair of goggles. Over his hands are a pair of black finger-less gloves, though they to have seen better days. He is also rarely seen without a large hiking backpack, stuffed full of all the things a human needs to survive on the metro, or on the surface.
Personality: Lipov is an amoral character at best. He is sly, manipulative and vindictive. Those who cross him he never forgets, yet he is all too fast to cross others
. He likes to think of himself as being quite charming, able to persuade others to do work fro him, or buy his products. He is also exceedingly paranoid, expecting attack and betrayal at every step. The result is he will often betray before he himself is betrayed.
He is a fan of the base pleasures such as gambling and drinking. Unfortunately for him, he is not fantastic at gambling, often pushing his luck and overplaying his hand. The result being that he often accumulates quite a large amount of debt. The result of this, combined with his work means that he is often quite shifty and secretive, avoiding those he owes most of his time.
History: Shulga as he was born lived the first few years of his life in the outskirts of Moscow. His mother was a small time failing accountant, and his father was a simple postal worker. It was by chance that they survived the nuclear fire. They were taking a day to visit the central parts of the city when the bombs fell. They were some of the few who managed to make it safely to the metro system, cowering with the other survivors.
When the new society began to develop, the survivors all had to take on roles to help. His mother was quick to put her meager financial skills to good use. She did work at a bullet exchange, as well as a small market stall, selling weaponry and survival gear used by those who venture out of the stations. As a child Shulga helped her mother at the stall, learning the secrets and key points of trading.
While these two worked the stall, his father was one of the many to initially explore the tunnels. He was however quick to fall to the horrifying mutants of the metro system. As Shulga got older, he took over the stall, proving himself to be an adept trader working for the Hansa. However, he was greedy, and soon began to steal from the Hansa, stockpiling for his own personal sales.
Unsurprisingly, he was caught soon enough and was forced to flee for his life. This resulted in his first of many name changes as he began his new life. He became a sort of travelling salesman, risking the journey from station to station, supplying weapons and other gear to anyone buying. He cared not if they were Nazi's or regular stations, he would sell anything to anyone. As distasteful as he was, he had developed the ability to procure almost anything folks wanted. This is probably the only reason he wasn't killed on site by the other stations. Still, he has to avoid the Hansa, who will not forget his crimes against them.
Preferred weapon(s): He carries a Nagant at his side for dealing with bandits and other human attackers, though he also carries a duplet shotgun for dealing with the creatures of the metro when he can't avoid them.
Notes: His life int he tunnels has helped him become an accomplished engineer and mechanic.