Post by sinn on Jun 16, 2011 19:21:41 GMT -6
Viktor N. Makarov
[/color][/b][/font]Every man is his own greatest enemy, and as it were his own executioner.
[/center]NICK NAME[/color] Siris
AGE[/color] Thirty-one, December 21, 1980
GENDER[/color] Male
SEXUALITY[/color] heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP[/color] North (Ebonwumon)
DIGIMON[/color] Renamon, Kudamon, Guilmon, Agumon.
CRESTS[/color] Courage, Reliability,and hope. Because those are the very foundations that Viktor live by and put over all else in his personality
PLAY-BY[/color] Original. (3D Blender with APB Engine.)
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SO THEN. TELL US WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE?
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Some call me ugly, some call me fearful, I've been told my face was torn by worn, other say it's slightly chiseled by age and experience. I've never really looked in a mirror long enough for me to contest. And in case you hadn't noticed, I wear a military made Mohawk. It helps me stand out against the shaven masses that populate the PMC I work for.
I try my best to keep my muscle's strong at the same time lean, to...help me in a fight against both humans and Digimon. I guess you could say its a way to make up for the scars that riddle my back and chest, Ebonwumon found remedies to heal them, I mean they are still there, but less noticeable now. Just by looking at my face, you can tell I am of Russian, strong nose and chin with gaunt cheeks and flat forehead, just like my father.
OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR FABULOUS SELF?
[/color][/center] Fabulous is not a word I would use to describe myself, in fact I wouldn't use anything positive to describe myself. Honestly, I'm not the person to come to if your looking for sympathy, as I am very abrasive and cold, but if someone is shooting at you....I'll shoot back. I also keep to myself as I make my self scarce during times of extreme tensions; this includes both combat and regular situations. I want no part in taking sides, why do you think I'm a mercenary?They say it only takes the will of a single man to start a war, to cause destruction beyond what we can comprehend. I am the man to prevent that, I only want to be the savior of my world and to help this one. I also disagree completely with everyone but Ebonwumon, and I will fight for him to my final breath.
Don't fool yourself into thinking I am a loyalist and a fanatic that attacks other factions as I please, if I attack an HVT it is because Ebonwumon instructs me to and I will carry out that order without hesitation. I am also a man of integrity, as I keep my word and follow a code of honor most mercenaries usually do not bother to follow.
INTERESTING. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY LIFE?
[/color][/center]About seven years ago, I was brought to this world by Ebonwumon to serve him as a 'Vanguard', someone to push ideas forward while simultaneously protecting the people of the North. It is like a mixture of both a police force and a politician but with out the scandals and such. But that is not why we are here; let me tell you about my life before the North...Before I came to the Digital World.
A long time ago, I was born in a place called the "Soviet Union" in the dominion known as Kirov. My father, Ivan, was a KGB agent before communism fell in a glorious blaze. My family's hate for communism stretched back to my grandfather, Nikolai, who fought in for the Red Army in World War two against the fascist Reich. My father was a family man when he was around my siblings and I as he often tried everything he could to make our lives better in a oppressed society. My brother, Vladimir was born with a liver deficiency that would kill him only seventeen years after he was born.
After my brother's death I moved to Moscow where I signed on to join The Motherland's Navy, where I surpassed all my fellow sailors and was given permission to join Spetsnaz. That's were things get complicated, I passed the training, but just barely. It was tough both mentally and physically and by far the toughest thing I've ever done. Only two years after I passed through Spetsnaz, a few terrorist took a school in Beslan. I was a designated sniper then, and I did my job better than anyone who ever served in that unit. Or at least, that's what my CO told me. I watched as my commanders and senior officers were massacred by the very men we were trained to kill, and I couldn't stand for it. I broke rank and rushed into the building with an Automatic Kalashnikov and managed to route only four of the twelve men. I held back the men as at least six hostages escaped.
Then the assault happened, and it happened fast. Spetsnaz didn't play around as they blew a hole clean in the infrastructural, causing the building to bucle under gravity. I saw a little girl, maybe five or six run into the building to save her mother...I tried to get her, I even ran in, but I wasn't fast enough. The events at the school haunt me to this day.
It did get better after that, NATO decided that I was exactly what they needed for SPECDEF, a program that took the best of the best and sorted into finding the best out of the already incredible. It was a combination of SEALs, IDF, ParaRescue and Spetsnaz to battle global terrorism. It was tough, and well over 2000 men were taken into the training...four made it through. Four men, and I was one of them.
Years after fighting in locations across my world, I was seemingly unstoppable, until I found the woman that stopped me in my tracks. She was beautiful as she was smart, and she was the better half of myself. We were together for six years, then we were going to get married. Until her father's past caught up with her. Her father had made some unattainable bets with the Russian mob, putting him deep into debt with the mob, a place no man needs or deserves to be in. They took her when I was in Afghanistan, working from contact to contact to find some high profile member of some unnameable terrorist group. Without mercy, without hesitation, and without a chance for me to save her...They killed her, behind my back and in the shadows like the cowards they were. I hunted every single one of them down and killed them with no remorse, which got me a solid discharge from the coalition force I was so happily apart of. I joined an organization known as ION, a Private Military Company that was based directly out of Mojave Desert in Nevada.
It was a solid six years I worked for them as I rose through the ranks and became second in command of the company, the Vice-Chairman if you will. I decided to take one more mission in the field before I would retire to a desk, and that's how I ended up here. The helicopter ride was seemingly a lifetime as we rode all the way to our target location, the only problem? Intel was off and the enemy we were fighting had SAMs, Surface to Air Missiles, located all around the small jungle we were being dropped off in. The missile hit the tail and sent us in a downward spiral, all I remember is blacking out from the rush of blood, then waking up in some hillside covered in powdery snow. That's where I met Ebonwumon, a wise and very powerful...Turtle-thing. I spent the next seven years following him, not so much at first, but I realized his goals and determination was as solid as the ground we're standing on. He never once made me doubt his leadership, if anyone should rule this world. It's him.
EXPRIENCE[/color] Eight Years
CONTACT[/color] gaddeiljr@yahoo.com
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE[/color]Viktor pushed the branch aside as he watched the men in the valley below with particular interest. Ebonwumon needed information on this small band Western groups that took interest in some resources the North had, and the Civilians who were living there. He was concerned it might have been the start of an evasion, or the beginning of a long waiting war, Viktor was simply there to ensure that nothing would go happen and that they were nothing more than a simply stray gang of thugs and not an organized militia ready to attack the ruler of the North. Viktor pulled his unmounted scope from his left pants pocket and began watching the movements of each and every man and Digimon, taking pictures with the built in camera in the scope. He watched as they marched into the small town and just started attacking the nearest building, without any preemptive motive or reasoning. Perfect time for Viktor flank the men who thought they were unstoppable, and lucky for him, the Digimon was rookies and the men a couple of older teens and younger teens with two that were the same age as Viktor. He counted five men and three Digimon, for a man with his training it should be no problem.
He leaped from the bush and rolled into a slide down the steep hill landing just fifteen meters behind the Gang. Instead of stopping, he rolled into a huddle of bushes just on the other side of the path the steep hill boarded, allowing him to get a better vantage point on the men who were attacking a building at random. Viktor quickly moved up, still unnoticed by the group that was becoming more and more evident as he grew closer to them. He immediately saw they were not of the East, South, or West. Just a group of thugs looking for a cheap dollar in a random, seemingly unprotected town. Viktor finally got behind the nearest man who was in the back, attacking forward instead of watching the rear.
What an idiot, he can’t even look behind him long enough for me to finish this.
Viktor quickly grabbed the teen and pulled him into the bushes with his hand over the foe’s mouth. Viktor quickly wrapped his forearm around the man’s neck until he stopped grunting and struggling, an easy takedown. Viktor slowly lowered the man’s unconious body then moved to the next target, this time it was a Digimon. Viktor really didn’t know much about the race, other than they co-existed with the humans in the world he lived it. But he knew this one; it was an Agumon, a small yellow dinosaur like creature that was no taller than Viktor’s knee. Viktor did the same, only he drug it out further as he knew it would take a lot more to choke out a medium sized reptile. Viktor picked up a rock and tossed at the remaining three trying to get their attention as best he could. The plot worked as the three turned around and began looking for who was tossing the stones at the seemingly untouchable group. The oldest man, and obviously the leader, scratched his head and slowly walked over to where Viktor was hiding. Viktor moved around the bushes behind the group again, this time grabbing the younger man who was attacking from the front. As the two remaining members turned around, they were shocked to see their men gone so sudden. The other two tuned tail and ran as fast as they could from the town, screaming; “Someone is here, man! I told you it was a bad idea. You don’t screw with Ebonwumon, he’s a mystic, and I’m telling you!”
Viktor stood up and walked out of bushes, leaving the unconscious body where they lie. He headed back to Ebonwumon’s place of solitude and smiled as he forced another attack out of the town and was once again never seen by anyone. Just how he liked it. The trip back to Ebonwumon took several hours on foot, and the ridged environment really didn’t help the walk either. He finally made it to his leader and spoke proudly; ”It is done, I have repelled the attack and discovered the attacks are not affiliated with East, South, or Western lands. But conflict will arise, we can count on that.”
”I concur, you did well out there but it won’t be long before the exuberant egos of my comrades will come back to haunt us.”
Viktor nodded as pulled a cigar from his breast pocket and bit off the filter. He took a clean whiff of the cigar as he pulled the lighter from the same pocket and lit the tip of the Cigar, promptly smoking to show his victory in today’s objectives. Atleast, what small victory he had now.
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