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Name: Osip Voloshin, real name Aleksei Denikin
Sexual preferences: Heterosexuality, dominate with a thing for bondage
Appearance: Aleksei is a shining example of a Suvorovain male. Standing just a few inches short of six feet, he is bandy-legged from a life time in the saddle, with a proud stare. His hair, what little he has on his head and in his flowing mustache, is naturally a fair blond but he has recently taken to dying it a pitch black. His face is somewhat angler but still good looking to most, with sharp blue yes, which are always watching. No scars mar his face but his arms are crisscrossed with old wounds, standing out against his lightly tanned skin. Calluses on his palm and strong wrists mark him was a swordsmen, with rough finger tips the sign of an archer but he currently explains those away as coming from manhandling wooden barrels and holding reins.
Personality: Like most of his kind, Aleksei finds it hard to trust those who are not Suvorovain but it has been known to happen. Its not that he thinks everyone is lying or trying to trick him, its just that their not of the people.He just can't rely on them, to go out of their way, like his fellow Suvorovains would, to help him. As a hunter of men, he is both patient and dogged in his pursuit, with a cold burning anger. However, outside of his hunts he tends to relax, enjoying a taste for strong drink and willing women.
Country of origin: Suvorovain Remnants
The Suvorovains are an interesting people. They are both nomadic, traveling the world in family bands (although lone wanders aren't uncommon) and tied to the land of their birth. No matter where they roam, they are always drawn back to the either one of the two islands in the Northern Sea, laying above the great Eastern continent. There are few settlements but what there are, focus on the production of rare liquors, most noticeably, Ice Wines. These are sold to the visiting bands and very rarely to outside merchants, visiting the islands, should the strangers bare a letter of introduction from a Suvorovain.
When not acting as wandering merchants, Suvorovain bands often hire out as mercenaries, serving as cavalry archers or lancers, mounted on massive dogs.They prefer to charge Both men and women of a band are trained to fight, so that they can defend the wagons but it is a disparate band that chooses to let their women serve as hired soldiers. As a rule, each warrior carries a reflex bow or nine foot lances, with a shashka and a straight bladed knife.
Suvorovain men dress in wide, baggy trousers, which are tucked into calf high boots, with loose fitting blouse like shirts. Sashes wrap around their waists, holding up trousers and pinning down the bottom of their shirts. Young and middle aged men trim their facial hair into long, flowing mustaches, as only elders grow beards but no matter what age, they all shave their heads, save for lock of hair in the front. Women wear the same style of blouse with skirts, which are always divided for riding and long, uncut braids.
According to their oral histories, the Suvorovains once ruled a large empire, which was ripped apart by civil war and then truly ripped apart by magical weapons and powerful magic users, which sank nearly all of their lands beneath the waves, leaving only the two islands behind. It is said that wizards who destroyed their realm, created the several breeds of massive and incredibly loyal dogs, to carry the remnants through their roaming. Wither the stories are the truth, it is very hard to steal the riding dogs of the Suvorovains, even as pups. Most have at least four dogs, if not more and only outcasts go without the thousand pound canine companions.
Skills: Dog riding, archery, tracking, swordsmanship
Profession: Bounty Hunter but currently posing as a trader in spirits
Character goal: To lay low until the family of his latest bounty either give up or until he gets close to the lord offering the bounty.
Background: Like so many others, Aleksei was born into a wandering band of traders. As a child, he learned to ride almost before he could walk and was quick to pick up on the stories of his people. His father and uncles taught him to shoot a bow from dog back and how to weld the slightly curved shashka. As a teen, he rode as an outrider for the band and was learning the art of deal making, up until the age of sixteen. Unfortunately, half way through his sixteenth year, the band was set upon by bandits in the night. Most of his family was either slain or scattered to the winds by the time the fighting was over, with their wagons burned. Most of their goods were either carried off or destroyed in the flames.
Gathered several injured dogs, he roamed in the wilderness for several days before finding his way to a nearby village. Luckily, the villains did not have family in the village, so his life was spared from a knife in the dark. Recovering from his own wounds, he returned to the site where his family's wagons still lay as burnt out husks, recovering a bow, his father's sword and as many arrows as he could find. Using the noses of his pack, he tracked down several of the bandits, killing them and carrying their bodies to the villages in the area, receiving rewards for their heads.
Without his family or their goods, Aleksei took to a new profession, bounty hunting. In the sixteen years since, he has tracked down scores of wanted men, sometimes returning them alive for justice and sometimes returning with a head. His latest hunt, hasn't gone as well as it could. Oh he managed to track down the man and killed him but what he didn't know, was that he killed the target within sight of his family's patriarch, his very large family's patriarch. For the past several weeks, he's been the hunted for once, hounded by men out to kill him. He's slain a handful but it only seemed to enrage his pursuers even more. Luckily, he was able to come across a traveling band of Suvorovains, who gave him a wagon load of spirits, to help hide him and even offered him shelter among them. He refused, not wanting to draw killers down on the family but took the gift of the wagon, pretending to be a lone merchant to throw off pursuit.
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