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Bone Hurting Juice
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Bone Hurting Juice
Guest
Original poster
Artem Volkov
Epithet: Minder
Sex: Male [♂]
Age: 44
Date of Birth: 21st of December
Place of Birth: The Russian Empire
Overview:
- Physical Strength: ▰▰▰▰▱▱
- Intelligence: ▰▰▱▱▱▱
- Agility: ▰▰▱▱▱▱
- Cooperativeness: ▰▰▰▰▱▱
- Madness: ▰▰▱▱▱▱
Personal Dossier
APPEARANCE
A slovenly man, Artem is notably repulsive.. A stable diet of booze and cigarettes has aged him considerably. Combined with an inability to groom himself on a regular basis, Artem is constantly dirty. His blond hair is noticeably unkempt and naturally slicked back with oil. While he was once muscular and athletic, his body has atrophied considerably since his glory days. Standing at 6'3" with a build that can only be described as homely, Artem is no sight for sore eyes. All toning and definition has since been hidden by thin layers of fat. His facial structure is surprisingly skeletal. His most attractive feature, if you could even call it that, is his high cheekbones. However, they lead up to his baggy eyes. Constantly tired, Artem's blue eyes have since faded to a dull grey. There's nothing mystical or alluring about them; they simply exist.
Artem's sense of fashion is a cruel reminder of his past. Suits are always worn. However, all of Artem's suits are either frayed, stained, or otherwise damaged. Occasionally, he wears one that's rather clean and somewhat pristine, but those are short lived as they quickly acquire grime.
A slovenly man, Artem is notably repulsive.. A stable diet of booze and cigarettes has aged him considerably. Combined with an inability to groom himself on a regular basis, Artem is constantly dirty. His blond hair is noticeably unkempt and naturally slicked back with oil. While he was once muscular and athletic, his body has atrophied considerably since his glory days. Standing at 6'3" with a build that can only be described as homely, Artem is no sight for sore eyes. All toning and definition has since been hidden by thin layers of fat. His facial structure is surprisingly skeletal. His most attractive feature, if you could even call it that, is his high cheekbones. However, they lead up to his baggy eyes. Constantly tired, Artem's blue eyes have since faded to a dull grey. There's nothing mystical or alluring about them; they simply exist.
Artem's sense of fashion is a cruel reminder of his past. Suits are always worn. However, all of Artem's suits are either frayed, stained, or otherwise damaged. Occasionally, he wears one that's rather clean and somewhat pristine, but those are short lived as they quickly acquire grime.
PERSONALITY
Artem is a man who has given up on himself. Once a headstrong and sly womanizer, he remains a shadow of his past. Filled with bitter feelings about romance, he cares not for meaningful relationships. He ended up becoming a pushover—not caring enough about anything to disobey orders. He lacks any sort of drive. The sole reason why he remains at HORUS is because he needs money and is unable to get a job elsewhere.
While Artem has a vast wealth of knowledge, most of it is wrong. He doesn't care enough to dig deeper into topics. This leads him to have only a superficial understanding of things. While Artem is likely to spout off about things like dialectics, he has no understanding of philosophy or what the definition of dialectics actually is. Despite this, he's still rather stubborn about things. Even when he's wrong about something, he thinks he's right.
Despite not caring for himself, he still remains sympathetic to others. He understands how shit the world can be. He knows that, even though he's a piece of shit, others should be taken care of. He'd rather himself be hurt that his comrades.
Artem is a man who has given up on himself. Once a headstrong and sly womanizer, he remains a shadow of his past. Filled with bitter feelings about romance, he cares not for meaningful relationships. He ended up becoming a pushover—not caring enough about anything to disobey orders. He lacks any sort of drive. The sole reason why he remains at HORUS is because he needs money and is unable to get a job elsewhere.
While Artem has a vast wealth of knowledge, most of it is wrong. He doesn't care enough to dig deeper into topics. This leads him to have only a superficial understanding of things. While Artem is likely to spout off about things like dialectics, he has no understanding of philosophy or what the definition of dialectics actually is. Despite this, he's still rather stubborn about things. Even when he's wrong about something, he thinks he's right.
Despite not caring for himself, he still remains sympathetic to others. He understands how shit the world can be. He knows that, even though he's a piece of shit, others should be taken care of. He'd rather himself be hurt that his comrades.
BACKGROUND
• Born and raised in Khabarovsk, The Russian Empire, Artem never knew his father. His mother was constantly busy, never paying attention to the young boy.
• Artem's childhood was rough. A mixture of crime and violence had forced Artem to become involved with the Bratva.
• The Bratva had, surprisingly, shaped Artem into somewhat of a respectable teenager. While he became an enforcer for organized crime, he still kept his morality.
• His Ouroboros awoken when he and his brothers were in a tight spot. The metal shields bought enough time for them to escape.
• Years of playing the right cards and Artem had managed to become one of the most trusted members of the Bratva—a life of luxury and hedonism followed.
• The flirtatious and chauvinistic finally met his match—a woman named Luba. Unlike Artem, Luba was a headstrong and studious professor.
• The two immediately connected and began to date. Only months later, Artem proposed and Luba said yes.
• Their relationship quickly began to break down. They would only meet eye to eye to fight. Only half a year after they married, Luba filed for divorce.
• Artem, still in love, fled to New Japan. He became a shell of his former self, hiding from his problems instead of trying to fix them.
• With nothing left, Artem applied at HORUS to try to get a job. He got it and had been working for the past 15 years as an operative.
• Born and raised in Khabarovsk, The Russian Empire, Artem never knew his father. His mother was constantly busy, never paying attention to the young boy.
• Artem's childhood was rough. A mixture of crime and violence had forced Artem to become involved with the Bratva.
• The Bratva had, surprisingly, shaped Artem into somewhat of a respectable teenager. While he became an enforcer for organized crime, he still kept his morality.
• His Ouroboros awoken when he and his brothers were in a tight spot. The metal shields bought enough time for them to escape.
• Years of playing the right cards and Artem had managed to become one of the most trusted members of the Bratva—a life of luxury and hedonism followed.
• The flirtatious and chauvinistic finally met his match—a woman named Luba. Unlike Artem, Luba was a headstrong and studious professor.
• The two immediately connected and began to date. Only months later, Artem proposed and Luba said yes.
• Their relationship quickly began to break down. They would only meet eye to eye to fight. Only half a year after they married, Luba filed for divorce.
• Artem, still in love, fled to New Japan. He became a shell of his former self, hiding from his problems instead of trying to fix them.
• With nothing left, Artem applied at HORUS to try to get a job. He got it and had been working for the past 15 years as an operative.
MISC. INFO
• Artem is horrible with technology.
• He's a surprisingly high functional drunk.
• Smells like cheap cologne and cigarette smoke. Not a nice smell.
• Not a picky eater in the slightest, Artem will actively eat things that have broken the 5 second rule.
• Artem is horrible with technology.
• He's a surprisingly high functional drunk.
• Smells like cheap cologne and cigarette smoke. Not a nice smell.
• Not a picky eater in the slightest, Artem will actively eat things that have broken the 5 second rule.
Combat Dossier
ABILITIES
Ability: Guardian Angel
Overview: Taking the form of two independent floating wings, Guardian Angel acts as an impenetrable shield for Artem. Each wing appears to be hundreds of steel rectangles, each overlapping with each other as if they were feathers. Freely summonable by Artem, they appear from nowhere and are nigh impenetrable. However, each wing is only 5' and 2' wide at the top, tapering into a fine point at the bottom. Both a blessing and a curse, the wings don't offer absolute protection unless placed together. However, they allow for the wings to be used as an makeshift weapon.
Threat Level: C
Stats:
Destructive Power: ▰▰▱▱▱▱
Resilience: ▰▰▰▰▰▰
Speed: ▰▰▰▱▱▱
Reach: ▰▰▱▱▱▱
Precision: ▰▰▰▱▱▱
Ability: Guardian Angel
Overview: Taking the form of two independent floating wings, Guardian Angel acts as an impenetrable shield for Artem. Each wing appears to be hundreds of steel rectangles, each overlapping with each other as if they were feathers. Freely summonable by Artem, they appear from nowhere and are nigh impenetrable. However, each wing is only 5' and 2' wide at the top, tapering into a fine point at the bottom. Both a blessing and a curse, the wings don't offer absolute protection unless placed together. However, they allow for the wings to be used as an makeshift weapon.
Threat Level: C
Stats:
Destructive Power: ▰▰▱▱▱▱
Resilience: ▰▰▰▰▰▰
Speed: ▰▰▰▱▱▱
Reach: ▰▰▱▱▱▱
Precision: ▰▰▰▱▱▱
SKILLS & TALENTS
• Charismatic when he's not being a shithead.
• Level-headed during tense situations.
• Surprisingly strong. Most of it is from overestimating himself.
• Charismatic when he's not being a shithead.
• Level-headed during tense situations.
• Surprisingly strong. Most of it is from overestimating himself.
WEAPONS & GADGETS
Type: Weapon (Submachine Gun)
Name: Corpsec PDW
Overview: Designed for suppressive fire, the Corpsec PDW is an assault rifle that has been shrunk down to fire 9mm rounds. Combined with drum magazines, the PDW is able to keep a steady stream of small rounds aimed at targets.
Type: Combat Armour
Name: Guardian Heavy Vest
Overview: A heavy armour made for complete protection, the GHV acts as a shield to protect Artem's vitals. The bulletproof vest weighs a ton, but in exchange, can shrug off the occasional bullet from rifles. It extends over the groin, shoulders, and neck. Appearance-wise, it has a more classical look—reminiscent of the heavy vests from before the bombs. Why mess with perfection, after all?
Type: Weapon (Submachine Gun)
Name: Corpsec PDW
Overview: Designed for suppressive fire, the Corpsec PDW is an assault rifle that has been shrunk down to fire 9mm rounds. Combined with drum magazines, the PDW is able to keep a steady stream of small rounds aimed at targets.
Type: Combat Armour
Name: Guardian Heavy Vest
Overview: A heavy armour made for complete protection, the GHV acts as a shield to protect Artem's vitals. The bulletproof vest weighs a ton, but in exchange, can shrug off the occasional bullet from rifles. It extends over the groin, shoulders, and neck. Appearance-wise, it has a more classical look—reminiscent of the heavy vests from before the bombs. Why mess with perfection, after all?
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Bone Hurting Juice
Guest
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Nils Olsen
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Standing at a lanky 5'9", Nils isn't the most intimidating man. Besides his cold, never-changing expressions, he's rather uninteresting. His barely combed dull brown hair is of a medium length for men, but not out of choice. Rather, he's simply isn't brave enough to try something unique or attention grabbing. His eyes are uninteresting, being a simple brown that is standard. In fact, the only thing unique about them is that they can be compared to the eyes of a dead fish. Nils carries himself in a pretty standard way. He doesn't walk with his chest puffed out, nor does he roam the streets staring at the ground. The only unique way he seems is his conviction. No matter what he does, he does it with absolute confidence in his abilities.
His attire consists of hoodies, dark jeans, but most importantly, reflective jackets. After all, being hit by a car at night does that to people. -
Freeter
Nils has a wide range of knowledge from the time he spent in various odd jobs. While he isn't an expert, he can fix simple appliances, clean gutters, paint walls, repair furniture, clean carpets, run the cash register, help you move out, and apply his skills better than the average person.
How I am
Nils' mental defense is pretty high. Stress, emotions, imaginary psionic attacks, and annoyances barely affect him.
I know a guy
Because of how much Nils got around when working so many different jobs, he knows a lot of people. Most of them have positive opinions on him. Less so on his dead-fish face.
Freeter United
Nils has a wide range of knowledge from the time he spent in various odd jobs. While he isn't an expert, he can fix simple appliances, clean gutters, paint walls, repair furniture, clean carpets, run the cash register, help you move out, and apply his skills better than the average person.
Actually okay at singing
He's not a songwriter, but he's decent at singing. While he doesn't have any singing technique, his voice is unique enough to be enjoyable. -
Desires Held
Appearing as surreal imaginings of one's desires, the desires of others become corporeal to Nils. He sees a "clay-like" entity that either floats near them or replaces their body. The closer one is to sating their desire, the less clay-like and more realistic the entity becomes. For example, someone who wishes to be big and strong would have heaps clay on his arms, giving the appearance of muscles. Someone who wants to sate their carnal desires would appear with nude clay people prostrating themselves to them. Someone who is about to achieve their goal of CEO would appear with hundreds of tiny, almost realistic peons below their every step.
Desires Left
The people who die still have their desires remain in the world. More ethereal than the desires of the living, the clay entities appear similar to VHS. Their colours abberate, their flicker with noise, and they shake around. After a while, these desires simply fade from existence. -
He never really got it. The entire emotions thing. Ever since Nils was young, he never really felt anything. Happiness, sadness, hatred, love, each one of those things. They were alien to him. But Nils wasn't a bad person. Though, that was because of his upbringing. When he would wet the bed, his parents simply washed the sheets and talked about it when Nils was ready to. When he accidentally set the brush on fire, his father stomped it out and asked if Nils was okay, uncaring that his favourite boots were now destroyed. When he prodded a dead stray dog, his mother simply hurried him away and talked about why it was wrong. Every time Nils' improper behaviour had a chance of escalating into something horrible, his parents were there to show him down the right path. They taught him how to take that right path and Nils went down it. Though, something was always empty. Nils could just never understand people.
As a consequence of his emotions, Nils never really had any aspirations. He was a fairly ascetic man. Hedonism never really was for him. He simply worked in whatever job he could find so that he could survive in society. He was a roofer, he was a clerk, he taught computers to the elderly, he fixed stoves, and more. He's been around the block so many times you could call him a dog-walker. Incidentally, that was his third ever job. He lived like this since he was 15. Unfortunately, one job kept him until late at night. He helped a restaurant owner clean up at night and, on his way out, noticed a lady had left a pendant. He overheard that she was leaving town only hours after the restaurant closed. Well, Nils just had to help, didn't he? He dashed out in the middle of night to return the pendant.
Turns out, running across roads in the middle of a stormy night isn't the best plan. By act of god, he was brutally struck by a truck. He was internally decapitated and died instantly.
But he came back. Quite literally, he hit the ground running. He awoke moments away from a bus station across town, a crying lady seeking safety under the shelter. Around her, hundreds of clay pendants similar to the one he was carrying. He gave the pendant back and, one by one, the pendants around her vanished. She could have thanked Nils hundreds of times, but Nils took one 'thank you' and quickly left.
For the first time in his life, Nils felt like he understood someone.
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