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Character:
Name: Petr Maxim Kosmachevskaia
Wasteland Name: "Medved"
Age:31 Y/O Male
Russian
Tribe: Buzzards
List of Gear and Weapons:
Cross Box
First Aid Kit
Bolts
Grenade
Bottle of water
Vehicle:
Fathers Tractor
Appearance
Petr was always a large boy. In fact, when coupled with height, his wide shoulders gave him a physique that one might describe as "All American." It's too bad that he was born Russian. Put plainly, Petr is big: The kind of big that would be more at home swinging an axe around on a battlefield rather than hauling about bails of hay on some rundown farm in the middle of who gives a crap.
The term 'practical' is perhaps the most apt way of describing his main manner of dress. Either through a natural lack of style or an obsessive need for efficiency, Petr's clothing lacks much of the eccentric, eclectic apperances of his comrades. Everything serves a purpose. There's no need to add spikes or horns to a helmet... no matter how cool it might look. To his credit, and despite his fashion shortcomings, Petr has never once worn socks with sandals.
Personality
Life in the wastes has a way of wearing a man down. It has a way of hardening him until he's little more than an unflincing survivor with little use for luxuries like emotions. The wasteland never quite got ahold of Petr in such a way. Perhaps it was the bleak life he knew before the Fall. Or maybe he simply possesses a reslience that has yet to be broken. The Russian is still capable of cracking a smile every so often.
Petr took to the new world with relative ease. The uncertainty, the nomadic lifestyle, the frequent bursts of adrenaline; they came to have a certain... addictive quality to them. Even with the relative security offered by the Sunken City, Petr finds himself growing more and more restless as time goes on... constantly pestering Adamska to get back out on the road with him. Perhaps he needs this new chaotic world. Perhaps it remains indifferent as ever to him.
History
Before the Fall, Petr was one of four brothers living on a desolate little farm. Under the watchful (often drunken) eye of his uncle, Petr was subjected to a life of toil and hard labor. Through work he flourished and grew, coming ever closer to Uncle's definition of a real man.
Uncle may have been a harsh teacher, but he was fair. At least, that's how Petr tried to view him. For all the hard work, for each drop of sweat, of blood, there was meaning. Strain built strength. Struggle built character. To idle was to die. Such were the main tenets of life according to Uncle.
Among his brothers, Petr was arguably the most soft hearted; A trait that Uncle sought to beat out of him one way or the other. Thus, in addition to his many duties, Petr had the chore of slaughtering the farm livestock when their time came. Some of his earliest memories involve straddling a struggling hog and holding a blade to its throat.
"Do not hesitate. You hesitate, you starve."
After a few nights on an empty belly... his blade never faltered again.
And thus life went on. Each day brought with it a new lesson and a new way to test oneself. The many brothers grew into young men. Each self-reliant and unyielding to even the harshest of punishments.
The farm's relative isolation was perhaps its saving grace. At least, when the Fall took place. The changes were subtle at first. Uncle made fewer and fewer trips to town and the boys found themselves growing more dependent on resources they gathered themselves. And one day while working in the fields, Petr and his brother Adamska were greeted with the distant rumble of the family truck speeding off into the distance.
This time Uncle wasn't coming back.
The first few weeks on their own were easy enough. They ate the remaining food stores until they ran dry. When the stores were empty, they hunted in the surrounding hills. Unfortunately, one can only hunt so long as they have the ammunition to do it. After a point, the boys were left with few options. It became apparent that staying at the farm meant withering into nothing. So, with his remaining brother, Petr set off on the family tractor in search of answers.
Example:
Character:
Name: Petr Maxim Kosmachevskaia
Wasteland Name: "Medved"
Age:31 Y/O Male
Russian
Tribe: Buzzards
List of Gear and Weapons:
Cross Box
First Aid Kit
Bolts
Grenade
Bottle of water
Vehicle:
Fathers Tractor
Appearance
Petr was always a large boy. In fact, when coupled with height, his wide shoulders gave him a physique that one might describe as "All American." It's too bad that he was born Russian. Put plainly, Petr is big: The kind of big that would be more at home swinging an axe around on a battlefield rather than hauling about bails of hay on some rundown farm in the middle of who gives a crap.
The term 'practical' is perhaps the most apt way of describing his main manner of dress. Either through a natural lack of style or an obsessive need for efficiency, Petr's clothing lacks much of the eccentric, eclectic apperances of his comrades. Everything serves a purpose. There's no need to add spikes or horns to a helmet... no matter how cool it might look. To his credit, and despite his fashion shortcomings, Petr has never once worn socks with sandals.
Personality
Life in the wastes has a way of wearing a man down. It has a way of hardening him until he's little more than an unflincing survivor with little use for luxuries like emotions. The wasteland never quite got ahold of Petr in such a way. Perhaps it was the bleak life he knew before the Fall. Or maybe he simply possesses a reslience that has yet to be broken. The Russian is still capable of cracking a smile every so often.
Petr took to the new world with relative ease. The uncertainty, the nomadic lifestyle, the frequent bursts of adrenaline; they came to have a certain... addictive quality to them. Even with the relative security offered by the Sunken City, Petr finds himself growing more and more restless as time goes on... constantly pestering Adamska to get back out on the road with him. Perhaps he needs this new chaotic world. Perhaps it remains indifferent as ever to him.
History
Before the Fall, Petr was one of four brothers living on a desolate little farm. Under the watchful (often drunken) eye of his uncle, Petr was subjected to a life of toil and hard labor. Through work he flourished and grew, coming ever closer to Uncle's definition of a real man.
Uncle may have been a harsh teacher, but he was fair. At least, that's how Petr tried to view him. For all the hard work, for each drop of sweat, of blood, there was meaning. Strain built strength. Struggle built character. To idle was to die. Such were the main tenets of life according to Uncle.
Among his brothers, Petr was arguably the most soft hearted; A trait that Uncle sought to beat out of him one way or the other. Thus, in addition to his many duties, Petr had the chore of slaughtering the farm livestock when their time came. Some of his earliest memories involve straddling a struggling hog and holding a blade to its throat.
"Do not hesitate. You hesitate, you starve."
After a few nights on an empty belly... his blade never faltered again.
And thus life went on. Each day brought with it a new lesson and a new way to test oneself. The many brothers grew into young men. Each self-reliant and unyielding to even the harshest of punishments.
The farm's relative isolation was perhaps its saving grace. At least, when the Fall took place. The changes were subtle at first. Uncle made fewer and fewer trips to town and the boys found themselves growing more dependent on resources they gathered themselves. And one day while working in the fields, Petr and his brother Adamska were greeted with the distant rumble of the family truck speeding off into the distance.
This time Uncle wasn't coming back.
The first few weeks on their own were easy enough. They ate the remaining food stores until they ran dry. When the stores were empty, they hunted in the surrounding hills. Unfortunately, one can only hunt so long as they have the ammunition to do it. After a point, the boys were left with few options. It became apparent that staying at the farm meant withering into nothing. So, with his remaining brother, Petr set off on the family tractor in search of answers.
