Realized the ex-military stuff wouldn't work with the age sooo.. that's gone. Also, male. 'N' mental.Name:
Bisexual (thinks of himself as being heterosexual)Appearance:Personality:
Pjotr is calm and easygoing in very nearly every situation. There might be fear in him somewhere, but it has yet to surface. He prefers simple, forward plans, preferably with a lot of metal flung in the direction of the enemy over ones with finesse. Generally, he doesn't talk much, especially not about himself, and when he says something it is usually brief and to the point, which is partially due to his loose grasp of the english language.Bio:
What do you get when your parents, along with some other individuals, decide that now, at the verge of Armageddon, it might be best to sell everything they have and entrench themselves in the vast of Siberia, determined to ward off the hordes of the Anti-christ with a veritable truckload of weapons and ammunition ?
Right, an effed up childhood.
'Course, after some time the leader of this society of 'chosen' ones realized that the hordes took there damn bloody time, but, instead of blowing the whole thing off and revealing his selfproclaimed saviour -status to be hogwash, he proclaimed the dirt they were standing on to be the last refuge of humanity and it to be their duty to withstand the devil's temptations of these postapocalyptic times. For they be sinners not raptured, but they will stem against the floods in.. bla bla bla. Read: Reject all conveniences and live like a savage, 'cept for the guns.
Enter, Pjotr. One of twelve children coming along on the mad ride. It would have been nice if,at least here, a line was drawn. Alas no. Heavily indoctrinated and taught how to assemble and disassemble, to maintain and rightly use a variety of arms, among other things deemed fitting for a stand-off between good and evil, his psyche was damaged enough to still show, now, about ten years after the commune fell apart. Then again, having an abnormal amount of confidence has its merits, say, when confronted with superior numbers of invertebrates.
While circumstances why it collapsed are not quite clear, Pjotr was one of the few who survived its probably gruesome end. He just showed up one day, being eighteen years of age at the time and looking rather scruffy, on the doorsteps of a forwarding agency in the outskirts of Magadan. The owner was so kind as to give him a home and a job as one of his drivers. For a few years, while Pjotr slowly adapted to this world that was rather alien to him, he got by.
Then the bugs appeared. The lessons forced into his head all but forgotten, he saw this as a sign that finally, he could fulfill his destiny. He used the money he had saved up to buy passage on a ship to California, and after a few months of straying around, wound up in Neo-Atlanta.
Because of his inclination toward keeping a cool head but his lack of leadership qualities, he acquired a position as a driver for NestBreakers. His task usually consists of hauling the most recently acquired mercenaries to their designated target, defending the vehicle against those pesky mutant bugs and, if the operation is a success, to bring most of the mercenaries back to HQ.Weapons/Equipment:
Hey, it's no Pecheneg
but NATO standard ammunition is easier to come by... hang on, the Geneva conventions do not apply to bugs, right? I'd like incendary rounds for that one, please
Melee: Aluminium baseball bat with spikes, filled with lead at the top for an extra dose of chitin-crushing power.
Armor: The one depicted on the image in the opening post of Starlequin.
Essentially that one but in the colors of the NestBreaker company and the logo on the bonnet. Also, a hatch and a pod for an MG on the roof.
Arms, simplicity, the occasional drink, smoking (yes, still around ;-) )Character Dislikes:
Insects, careful planning, Limits:
Scat, heavy violence in a sexual setting.