Post by jazinfinit on Feb 8, 2015 20:47:12 GMT -6
Viktor Krutikov Tattoos: Celtic Cross on right wrist. Three skulls on left forefinger. "МNР" on the knuckles of his left hand. Seven church domes on his upper back. Two bells on the left side of his chest. The face of Karl Marx over his heart. Stars worn on the Knees and Shoulders. Virgin Mary on his lower back. Two Roses (White-dried) with a Thorned red rose in the middle, on his stomach. His Theia tattoo is barbed-wire circling his upper left bicep.
Name: Viktor Krutikov
Race: Theia
Family/Role: Krutikov Godfather
Aura Code: #875FA2 , Pale Purple
Aura Scent: Lightly burnt Charcoal mixed with burnt Oak
Ability: Unknown, but it has slowed his aging immensely.
Age: Appears roughly 50.
Kin:
Thiea Tattoo: Barbed-wire circling his upper left bicep. Not including his other tattoos.
Description: If one were to take the experience of nearly every soldier in the past hundred years, and place it all in one person, they would have created Viktor. The Long-lived leader of the Russian Krutikov family, and a war veteran of the last century. With the gift of life, he had survived many ordeal and has enough memories to put many seasoned generals to shame. His history begins not at his birth, but the beginning of World War 1, where he had been drafted and sent straight into battle as a conscript. He first fought in Romania, fighting in many skirmishes, before being attached to a platoon sent to its death in an attempt to take a small village. They quickly realized it was a trap, when not a soul was found in the village. Unfortunately, they did not have the option to retreat, and as soon as they had reached the center of the village, they were blown up with machine-gun fire and explosives. Everyone in the platoon was presumed K.I.A., including Viktor. Not but several hours later, after the enemy had picked-up and left the village, Viktor had awoken, wounded and in pain, but still alive. Due to the risk of being branded a deserter, he had to hide away in the deep snowy lands of Siberia.
Years went by, and the Great War had ended.. He had married a young woman, whom he loved greatly, and had planned on starting a family, until the Communists came. They ransacked his house, killed his wife, and took Viktor prisoner once they had realized he was a deserter of the first World War. He was placed in a Penal Battalion, expected to die in combat as a meat-shield. Fortunately, Viktor still had his training from his first Enlistment, and had quickly proved to be more than just a meat-shield. He near-instantly earned respect, and rose in ranks enough to be put into the Spetsnaz. Due to his willingness to survive and expand his knowledge, he had trained in Siberia even further, until finally pushing from Moscow, toward Warsaw and then Berlin, taking many a war-prize with his precious Mosin-Nagant, as well as stealing and using the weapons of the enemy. Years went by, and the war ended once more.
He now has married his second wife, and even had three children.
Picture: fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/212/1/9/as_though_ice_burned_by_smokewithoutmirrors-d429a1t.jpg
Name: Viktor Krutikov
Race: Theia
Family/Role: Krutikov Godfather
Aura Code: #875FA2 , Pale Purple
Aura Scent: Lightly burnt Charcoal mixed with burnt Oak
Ability: Unknown, but it has slowed his aging immensely.
Age: Appears roughly 50.
Kin:
Thiea Tattoo: Barbed-wire circling his upper left bicep. Not including his other tattoos.
Description: If one were to take the experience of nearly every soldier in the past hundred years, and place it all in one person, they would have created Viktor. The Long-lived leader of the Russian Krutikov family, and a war veteran of the last century. With the gift of life, he had survived many ordeal and has enough memories to put many seasoned generals to shame. His history begins not at his birth, but the beginning of World War 1, where he had been drafted and sent straight into battle as a conscript. He first fought in Romania, fighting in many skirmishes, before being attached to a platoon sent to its death in an attempt to take a small village. They quickly realized it was a trap, when not a soul was found in the village. Unfortunately, they did not have the option to retreat, and as soon as they had reached the center of the village, they were blown up with machine-gun fire and explosives. Everyone in the platoon was presumed K.I.A., including Viktor. Not but several hours later, after the enemy had picked-up and left the village, Viktor had awoken, wounded and in pain, but still alive. Due to the risk of being branded a deserter, he had to hide away in the deep snowy lands of Siberia.
Years went by, and the Great War had ended.. He had married a young woman, whom he loved greatly, and had planned on starting a family, until the Communists came. They ransacked his house, killed his wife, and took Viktor prisoner once they had realized he was a deserter of the first World War. He was placed in a Penal Battalion, expected to die in combat as a meat-shield. Fortunately, Viktor still had his training from his first Enlistment, and had quickly proved to be more than just a meat-shield. He near-instantly earned respect, and rose in ranks enough to be put into the Spetsnaz. Due to his willingness to survive and expand his knowledge, he had trained in Siberia even further, until finally pushing from Moscow, toward Warsaw and then Berlin, taking many a war-prize with his precious Mosin-Nagant, as well as stealing and using the weapons of the enemy. Years went by, and the war ended once more.
He now has married his second wife, and even had three children.
Picture: fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/212/1/9/as_though_ice_burned_by_smokewithoutmirrors-d429a1t.jpg
