Post by huvergador on Mar 28, 2011 23:39:51 GMT -5
Name: Alekzander "Alek" Nikitin
Birthplace:
Age: Thirty-two (32)
Gender: Male
Faction affinity and faction relations: Favored by Polis, hardly known to all of the rest. While he is not officially a part of their "military", he does tend to help out quite a lot in exchange for ammo and whatever else they have to offer for his services as a mercenary.
Physical description: Standing just at six feet tall, Alek has a muscular and athletic build with shaggy reddish hair that curls at the tips with hazel eyes. He sports a light beard and he has a scar running horizontally across his nose from cheek to cheek, having gotten clawed rather bad one time. He wears worn, leather boots with urban camouflage trousers. He wears a large, brown trench coat with many pockets meant for holding ammo and various items with a utility belt at his waist for carrying his machete, gas-mask, medkit. Beneath the trench coat he wears a hooded coat, the hood usually tossed up and over his face. Polarized goggles are usually seen at his forehead, only ever slipping over his eyes on the surface. In addition to all of that, he wears a large rucksack and fingerless gloves.
>>REFERENCE BELOW<<
History: (Abridged) Born in Stalingrad, Russia into a wealthy family, Alek spent half of his childhood there before his father took a business offer in Moscow, causing his entire family to move. Life had always been easy in the fast lane, though Alekzander never fully got to experience life upon the surface without being an ignorant child.
When the bombs dropped, Alek retreated into the metros with his family when the others did, outliving them all as his siblings died from sickness and disease, his mother from some medical condition, and his father from a mutant attack. Alek learned how to fend for himself rather quickly, picking up a few friends along the way over the years.
He was taught how to wield a rifle and how to hold a knife appropriately. He spent a great many years moving from one station to the other, keeping to himself and minding his own business most of the time. Eventually, he crossed the wrong path and managed to anger the Nazi regime, being caught and forced to work in a labor camp for a good long year. Finally, when the Communists had attacked the camp, Alekzander had managed to free himself during the liberation to continue on his merry little way once again.
Eventually his journeys took him to the legendary Polis where he started contracting himself as a mercenary, pulling off jobs men would rather leave untouched, such as stepping onto the surface to grab an important item, check on a missing squad, or salvage some pre-war tech.
Preferred weapon(s): Revolver, SVD Dragunov sniper rifle, AK-47 with bayonet and flashlight attachment.
Notes: He's a quiet one.
Birthplace:
Age: Thirty-two (32)
Gender: Male
Faction affinity and faction relations: Favored by Polis, hardly known to all of the rest. While he is not officially a part of their "military", he does tend to help out quite a lot in exchange for ammo and whatever else they have to offer for his services as a mercenary.
Physical description: Standing just at six feet tall, Alek has a muscular and athletic build with shaggy reddish hair that curls at the tips with hazel eyes. He sports a light beard and he has a scar running horizontally across his nose from cheek to cheek, having gotten clawed rather bad one time. He wears worn, leather boots with urban camouflage trousers. He wears a large, brown trench coat with many pockets meant for holding ammo and various items with a utility belt at his waist for carrying his machete, gas-mask, medkit. Beneath the trench coat he wears a hooded coat, the hood usually tossed up and over his face. Polarized goggles are usually seen at his forehead, only ever slipping over his eyes on the surface. In addition to all of that, he wears a large rucksack and fingerless gloves.
>>REFERENCE BELOW<<
History: (Abridged) Born in Stalingrad, Russia into a wealthy family, Alek spent half of his childhood there before his father took a business offer in Moscow, causing his entire family to move. Life had always been easy in the fast lane, though Alekzander never fully got to experience life upon the surface without being an ignorant child.
When the bombs dropped, Alek retreated into the metros with his family when the others did, outliving them all as his siblings died from sickness and disease, his mother from some medical condition, and his father from a mutant attack. Alek learned how to fend for himself rather quickly, picking up a few friends along the way over the years.
He was taught how to wield a rifle and how to hold a knife appropriately. He spent a great many years moving from one station to the other, keeping to himself and minding his own business most of the time. Eventually, he crossed the wrong path and managed to anger the Nazi regime, being caught and forced to work in a labor camp for a good long year. Finally, when the Communists had attacked the camp, Alekzander had managed to free himself during the liberation to continue on his merry little way once again.
Eventually his journeys took him to the legendary Polis where he started contracting himself as a mercenary, pulling off jobs men would rather leave untouched, such as stepping onto the surface to grab an important item, check on a missing squad, or salvage some pre-war tech.
Preferred weapon(s): Revolver, SVD Dragunov sniper rifle, AK-47 with bayonet and flashlight attachment.
Notes: He's a quiet one.