•	Name: Chekov Kovacs
•	Age: unknown, presumed in his 30s-mid 40s
•	Gender: Male
•	Appearance: [IMG=http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/196/b/0/hunt_by_lemon5ky-d57at62.jpg]
•	Power: He has no real power. While others may have things like being able to shoot fire or being able to fly all Chekov has is his reflexes. It's as almost as if he was viewing life from above. He can dodge practically anything that's not too massive along with being able to mimick and retain fighting moves or skills he has seen in battle.
•	Faction: Factionless
•	World of Origin: Unknown
•	Personality: Chekov doesn't really have a set personality. He is usually emotionless and still even when in battle. The only time he really changes is when he is in the full fledge of a full scale battle. That is when he [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NxuJ3RosR80]gets hyper[/url]. He begins to fluently dance with the battle and is almost unstoppable if not for his human qualities. Even though he can get a bit psychotic during a battle he prefers to plan before acting.
•	Backstory: Chekov was born in a strange world. A sort of western world with advanced technology. Chekov grew up as a farmhand before being picked up by the state army for an experiement. The experiment involved him and several other children all being tested on and being forced to battle each other. Chekov wasn't too acustomed to shooting anything but tin cans but he knew that it was either this or death. They fought to near death before being torn apart each month. Every month they would get better and better, but Chekov was better than the rest. He eventually killed the rest of the children along with the guards trying to restrain him before being trapped by closing walls and cielings. He was then forced to committ war crimes across the border with two specially designed revolvers(seen in image). Eventually Chekov got tired of killing innocents and so he rebelled against his captors, promtply killed the meager scientists and smuggled himself onboard a space programme. A few years later he had arrived at some museum.
•	Quote: "[insert name here], You magnificent bastard, I read your BOOK!"