Post by Malkav on Mar 9, 2005 22:11:42 GMT -5
Contact Info:
ICQ:
MSN: bishco@hotmail.com
E-mail: see above
Name: Vasili Dmitrioff
Age: 27
Eyes: Black
Hair: Black
Race: Human
Religion: Believes in God no specific religion
Nationality: Russian
Languages: English, Russian Chinese and Japanese
Dominant Hand: Right
Marital Status: Single
Favorite Music: Hard rock
Distinguishing Features: Three bullet holes start just above his heart to under his throat
Known Relatives: None
Group Affiliations:
Fighting: Excellent
Agility: Remarkable
Strength: Good
Endurance: Good
Reason: Poor
Intuition: Good
Psyche: Good
Health: Excellent
Resources:
Popularity: Poor
Known Powers and strength:
Talents/Abilities: Marksmen, Kick boxer
Equipment: 1 Vibro Dagger [good strength], Avenger 10 mm, Spitfire Z-10, Haymaker 12 Gauge. Armoured Over-Coat
Vechicles: 4x4 Truck
Property: None
Weaknesses: Still Human
History: Vasili grew up poor as most Russian children did, his parents were farmers by trade the ground barely farmable so he was raised on a lot of hard back breaking work and little to no formal education. But in his part of Russian school education was always the way to go. The kid was tough as nails by the time he was twelve and a life on the farm had toughened his skin and taught him how to shoot with precision last thing the family needed was wolfs eating the animals and he found even as a child blood shed was just second nature to him. With is parents living just a few miles from Moscow the kid was raised by the streets more then by his parents. By the age of fourteen he was dealing drugs and collecting money for on of the local Russian mob families. Its funny how much adults would underestimate Vasili simply because he was a kid, but a strong kid with an ice pick crow bar or any weapon handy was just as deadly as an adult.
By the time he was nineteen he made twenty times on the streets then his parents ever made. But his parents disapproved of his lifestyle so he disowned them. He worked for the mob for another two years before deciding he was done with them and found out hired guns in Ajoia could make even more then he made now. Hired gun for a company or the Mob no difference just difference in pay so the choice was clear he left for Ajoia the next week.
Once set up in the City he began to look for work a man of his skills it was not hard to get hired on with (insert company/person name here) sure he started in at an entry level job but he quickly clawed his way up the ladder doing what it took to succeed. Always making his employer happy. Until one very unexpected afternoon six years later he was on assignment it was suppose to be a simple job, but the simple job quickly became a total screw up he found himself in the middle of an ambush and he was shot by a three round burst in the chest and left to bleed to death. To this day he is not sure what or who saved him all he remembers is waking up in a motel room scared but healed and very very pissed off. He quickly and quietly slipped back into Ajoia and collected a few pieces of hardware he had stashed around town along with some cash and a vehicle and promptly set out to find out who and why he was left for dead..
ICQ:
MSN: bishco@hotmail.com
E-mail: see above
Name: Vasili Dmitrioff
Age: 27
Eyes: Black
Hair: Black
Race: Human
Religion: Believes in God no specific religion
Nationality: Russian
Languages: English, Russian Chinese and Japanese
Dominant Hand: Right
Marital Status: Single
Favorite Music: Hard rock
Distinguishing Features: Three bullet holes start just above his heart to under his throat
Known Relatives: None
Group Affiliations:
Fighting: Excellent
Agility: Remarkable
Strength: Good
Endurance: Good
Reason: Poor
Intuition: Good
Psyche: Good
Health: Excellent
Resources:
Popularity: Poor
Known Powers and strength:
Talents/Abilities: Marksmen, Kick boxer
Equipment: 1 Vibro Dagger [good strength], Avenger 10 mm, Spitfire Z-10, Haymaker 12 Gauge. Armoured Over-Coat
Vechicles: 4x4 Truck
Property: None
Weaknesses: Still Human
History: Vasili grew up poor as most Russian children did, his parents were farmers by trade the ground barely farmable so he was raised on a lot of hard back breaking work and little to no formal education. But in his part of Russian school education was always the way to go. The kid was tough as nails by the time he was twelve and a life on the farm had toughened his skin and taught him how to shoot with precision last thing the family needed was wolfs eating the animals and he found even as a child blood shed was just second nature to him. With is parents living just a few miles from Moscow the kid was raised by the streets more then by his parents. By the age of fourteen he was dealing drugs and collecting money for on of the local Russian mob families. Its funny how much adults would underestimate Vasili simply because he was a kid, but a strong kid with an ice pick crow bar or any weapon handy was just as deadly as an adult.
By the time he was nineteen he made twenty times on the streets then his parents ever made. But his parents disapproved of his lifestyle so he disowned them. He worked for the mob for another two years before deciding he was done with them and found out hired guns in Ajoia could make even more then he made now. Hired gun for a company or the Mob no difference just difference in pay so the choice was clear he left for Ajoia the next week.
Once set up in the City he began to look for work a man of his skills it was not hard to get hired on with (insert company/person name here) sure he started in at an entry level job but he quickly clawed his way up the ladder doing what it took to succeed. Always making his employer happy. Until one very unexpected afternoon six years later he was on assignment it was suppose to be a simple job, but the simple job quickly became a total screw up he found himself in the middle of an ambush and he was shot by a three round burst in the chest and left to bleed to death. To this day he is not sure what or who saved him all he remembers is waking up in a motel room scared but healed and very very pissed off. He quickly and quietly slipped back into Ajoia and collected a few pieces of hardware he had stashed around town along with some cash and a vehicle and promptly set out to find out who and why he was left for dead..
