[b]Name:[/b] Vasily Vukašin
[b]Age:[/b] 26
[b]Appearance:[/b]
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[b]Occupation:[/b] Woodsman, [i]forstmeister,[/i] carpenter, older brother to Petya and Papa to little Antonina.
[b]History/pertinent bits:[/b] Hardworking, devoted, and exquisitely skilled with his hands, Vasily's craftsmanship graces most every home in Adishi, in one way or another. As a favor to Stanislav some years ago, he did attempt to take Oskar for an apprentice of sorts - a role his younger brother Petya simply could not be bothered with. But it became apparent rather quickly, that though the boy certainly did have the skill, the precision and eye for shape and form required to create the artisan furniture and home wares that Vasily crafted? His heart simply was not in the work. Vasily at least, did not fault Oskar - no matter Stanislav's thoughts on the matter.

There was a time when Vasily smiled readily, as easily as breathing, but those days passed with his wife Anna three years ago. For now, the smiles are reserved almost entirely for his sweet sunshine, his little girl Antonina of the curly golden hair, her father's pale blue eyes and her mother's giggles. There was a time too when he tried to be that father figure for his young brother Petya, had attempted to share with the boy a sense of responsibility, the steady stability a grown man ought to have if he wished for a family of his own one day. Vasily was the woodsman, the [i]forstmeister[/i], and his knowledge of the woods surrounding Adishi was unparalled, and he gladly shared all his passion with his younger brother, who seemed to love these forests as dearly as he. But for all Vasily's good intentions, all he really seemed to accomplish was to breed Petya's resentment. 

It was Vasily's lovely Anna who had always smoothed the rough edges between the brothers, and covered everything with her love. But when she passed, the gulf between Vasily and Petya only grew, no matter that they lived beneath the same roof. 

Not that little Antonina notices, of course. As in the way of most all little girls, the three-year old believes her Papa holds the world in his hand, most especially for her. And her Uncle Petya with his fuzzy furs and funny stories of the beasts, great and small, in the woods beyond their home, is an endless font of delight.