Post by Ruzhyo on Sept 20, 2009 0:20:26 GMT -5
W E L C O M E T O E L Y S I U M
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FULL NAME: Nicholai Crebain
PET NAMES: Ruzhyo, The Rifle
AGE: 34
BIRTH DATE: 14th November
BIRTH PLACE: The slums of the Petalite District, Idola City
GENDER: Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Indifferent
MARITAL STATUS: Single
OCCUPATION: Mercenary
FEALTY: Highest bidder, currently Rebels.
OUT OF CHARACTER: Tom
WAYS OF CONTACT: Y!M: tomblount@btinternet.com
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HISTORY: Nicholai was born an orphan - his father had been worked to death in the mines for speaking against the Empress some months previously, his mother died during giving birth to him. His older sister cared for him as best she could but, when he was seven, she was run down in the street, three paces from their front step.[/size][/blockquote]
Nicholai became a street urchin, living by running errands and picking pockets, until nearly a year after his sister's death. He was approached by two grim faced men, men in suits and tall hats. Those men were agents of the State and promised Nicholai a soft bed and a hot meal if he would only come with them. Eagerly, he accepted, and was swiftly taken to the Facility.
The Facility was one of the Empire's Research and Development projects, a place to invent new weapons of war. Nicholai was not the only street child to be lured there with false promises - nearly two dozen others were there with him. And all of them, each and every one, were going to become weapons of the State. Every day for years to follow, they were all subjected to brutal training in the art of war, with little regard for their well being. By Nicholai's nineteenth birthday nearly half of the children he had met when he first arrived had perished within the walls of the Facility. But, during this time he had been transformed into a trained killer, and had developed a particular fondness for the Empire's latest invention: the rifle. But he had not spent all those years a willing participant and now, at last, he had a plan.
During his escape, and the subsequent destruction of the Facility, he was knocked unconscious by the blast. When he awoke, he had no memory of any of the events of his past, not even his own name. Waking up beside his rifle, he took it for his namesake, "Ruzhyo", and made his living by doing the only thing he'd ever been trained to do. Killing.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: The shrill din of alarm bells clanged in his ears. The burning stench of acrid smoke curled around his nostrils. Pain shot through him, to the very core of his being. He searched his mind for answers and found none. None at all. Nothing, not even a name. Only....emptiness, and strange sense of purpose. The man groaned and sat up slowly, wincing, and looked down at himself. His clothes hung in torn and charred strips on his body though, for the most part, he seemed unharmed. Ahead of him, a large building blazed brightly against the night sky, sending smoke towering overhead. Unconsciously, he smiled, feeling a faint sense of pride he could not explain. His hand moved of its own accord and touched something cold and hard. His eyes darted down to stare at the object. It was a weapon. A rifle. He picked it up and cradled it in his arms for a moment or two, feeling a strange, equally indescribable sense of belonging. Slinging its strap across his shoulder, he stood shakily to his feet and, still dazed, walked slowly away from the inferno...
