Name: (Yep.)

Alias: (Highly recommended, but not required.)

Nationality: (Yep.)

Age: (Keep it from 16 to 65 please.)

Gender: (Yep.)

Physique/Appearance/Clothing: (Picture or realistic art for an image, please. Physical description as well.)

Spoken Languages: (Yeah, this is a thing. Stalkers come from all over the place, and it's reasonable to assume they all can speak many different languages. Being the two most common languages in the zone, every character must know either English or Russian. Maybe not fluently, but at least enough to provide for functional communication.)

Faction: (You may have ties with a faction, or be a former member of a certain faction, but every character must be a neutral stalker currently. If your character has ties with a faction, please state them here. I will only allow your character to have ties with/be a previous member of Freedom, Duty, Clear Sky, Bandits, or Sentinels.)

Personality: (I will let you decide whether you want to tell us your character's personality or not. As long as you yourself have a solid grasp on how your character behaves, you may chose not to fill this part out.)

History: (Same as the above.)

Reputation: (This is required and will make up for the last two parts. Almost every stalker who has been in the zone for a while has a reputation, and different people will see them differently depending on their reputation.)

Weapons/Ammo: (Be smart about this. Some ammo is more readily available than others. If you bring a .454 Casull, expect to be using it as a fancy paperweight a lot.)

Gear: (Backpack, medical supplies, etc. goes here.)

Stashes: (Stalkers tend to stash away gear, money, artifacts, or whatever and save them for a rainy day. If you have stashes, please list them here for the sake of not pulling a hundred stashes out of your ass throughout the RP. You only have to list the contents and the region they are in, for the sake of making sure no one else decides to dig up your stash. You may have a maximum of three stashes to start with, though you can make more as you go. I'll leave the limit of how much you have in each stash up to you, but don't go crazy. When in doubt, nerf it a bit.)

Strengths: (Anything that your character can do better than the average stalker. You can list any number of them, as long as it is no more than twice the number of weaknesses.)

Weaknesses: (Anything that puts your character at a disadvantage compared to other stalkers. You can list any number of them as long as it is no less than half the number of strengths.)

***Note: While I did say that there are "requirements" (eg. the age limit of 16 through 50, the strengths and weaknesses bit, etc.) I am willing to make exceptions on a case-by-case basis. Simply PM me if you want to do something different and I will work with you on how it can happen. Regardless, please PM me before posting your character.

Name: Jacob Taylor

Alias: Exile

Nationality: English

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Physique/Appearance/Clothing:



Exile isn't very big, standing at 5'9" and weighing only about 67 kilograms. His hair is light brown, and pretty long for a stalker, while his eyes are a faded green. You can tell he's not the strongest guy around, but his muscles are well toned at least. His clothing is somewhat... non-traditional for most stalkers. He wears a green woodland Battle Dress Uniform with a similarly colored shemagh over a black shirt, but his pants are a pair of thin dark blue jeans, and in place of the usual pair of combat boots he wears a pair of lighter, more casual-looking black canvas boots. He also generally wears black fingerless gloves, a watch on his left arm, and a necklace with a 7.62x54mmR casing.

Spoken Languages: English (fluent); French (functioning); Russian (rudimentary/circumstantial knowledge)

Faction: Loner. Former Freedom with ties to them and the Sentinels.

Reputation: Exile is known for practically being the namesake of a loner. Though he used to be in Freedom, it was mostly a gimmick title they gave him because they were low on men and he helped them out fairly regularly. Still, he does at least somewhat adhere to Freedom's ideals, in that he believes the zone should be open to those who wish to come, though lately, with the zone taking the strange turns that it has, his ideals have been shifting a bit. He still sees the zone as a wonder to the world which holds the key to solving many of humanity's problems, but he also recognizes that it's expansion, if gone unchecked, will put several people who want nothing to do with the zone at risk, thus he has left Freedom, though he has several contacts within Freedom.

Aside from his loyalties and ideals, he is known for helping stalkers in need and hunting people who give others a hard time, and a lot of people hold him in high regard for that. He has never failed to ask a passerby if they need an extra can of food, or a bandage, or something like that, and he has been known to give stalkers who are shot within inches of their lives that one bandage that stops them from bleeding out. He's a giver to those who need or deserve it, and a taker for those who themselves take. He's one of those people who are more likely to fight for a friend than for himself, and while that all sounds a little too idyllic, he does what he does, and he does it well. The only problem is that he's generally quiet and doesn't form very personal relationships easily.

There's only one person which he is known to maintain permanent contact with, and that's the person who came to the zone with him. No one really knows who he is, aside from the staff at the Sentinel base in Petrovsk.

Weapons/Ammo:
-AKS-74u w/PSO-1 scope (150 x 5.45x39mm rounds)
-OTs-33 Pernach (120 x 9x18mm rounds)
-Wakizashi Short Sword

Gear:
Backpack:

• 3 bottles of water
• 3 energy drinks
• 1 bottle of vodka
• 3 cans of food
• 3 loaves of stale bread
• 2 medkits
• 5 bandages
• 1 morphine auto-injector
• 1 small gun cleaning/repair kit
• 1 sleeping bag

On person:

• PDA
• Headlamp
• Several Bolts
• Respirator
• Geiger Counter
• 14,000 RU

Stashes:
-Old Cordon: 1x Makarov PM, 1x Sawed-off TOZ-66, 40x 9x18mm rounds, 24x 12x70 buck shells, 5,000 RU.
-Yantar: 1x VEPR 54R, 50x 7.62x54mmR rounds, 10,000 RU, 5,000 EUR.

Strengths:
Perceptive - Exile has always had a talent for picking up on things others might miss, and this can allow him to tell when something bad is about to happen.

Kalashnikov's Unrelated Son - Exile knows every AK-type rifle inside and out, and can easily diagnose and fix mechanical/maintenance issues if he has the right tools.

Quasi-Ninja - Exile is a regular practitioner of parkour, making him good at navigating abnormal terrain quickly.

Swordsman - Exile is one of the exceedingly few stalkers who uses a sword, and one of the even fewer who know how to use it. Despite what most may think, he is really good at fending off mutants with it.

Seasoned Shooter - Exile's aim with most firearms is not exceptional, but it's above par compared to a lot of stalkers.

The Twitch - As some stalkers do, Exile has developed a twitch which can alert him to an imminent emission.

Mental Map - Exile knows the zone quite well outside of the Red Forest, and is often employed as a guide.

Weaknesses:
True Loner - Exile rarely works in groups, making him somewhat enigmatic given his philanthropic nature. If ever he needs to ask for help, there's not many people he can reliably call upon.

Troubled Past - Exile's past is unknown to everyone except him and exactly one other stalker, and he will avoid the subject whenever it comes up. At least one stalker has taken note of a time in which Exile seemed to exhibit the "thousand-yard stare," suggesting that he may suffer from PTSD.

Mutant Bait - While most of the common mutants don't give him much problems, some of the rarer mutants will freak him out. Bloodsuckers specifically scare the shit out of him, not to mention any number of mutants he has yet to see for himself. If it's something he hasn't seen before, and it's ugly enough, you bet he'll turn and run before fighting it.

Anomaly fodder - Exile has never been artifact hunting, thus he never really learned how to navigate anomaly fields. He can avoid a lone anomaly easy enough, but he would find a field or cluster of them to be too dangerous to traverse without help.

Feast your eyes upon my incredibly shitty map! :p

Emissions, also known as blowouts, are bursts of psy-energy emitted from the center of the zone outward. They are extremely dangerous, and anyone caught in an emission is almost guaranteed extreme amounts of pain, followed by death. The good thing is that they are generally easily avoided, and stalkers usually have anywhere from 3 to 10 minutes to find sufficient cover before an emission hits them.

Emissions also tend to cause anomalies to be spawned, moved, or removed, as well as spawn some artifacts. It is not uncommon for a path that was once traveled to go from completely safe to dotted with anomalies after an emission, or for an area that was once devoid of artifacts to become a small treasure trove.

As of recently, emissions have required categorization. There are two types of emissions that the zone experiences. The first type is known as a pulse emission, and it is categorized by anywhere between one and five pulses of energy emitted in no longer than a thirty minute timeframe. These are more common than the latter type, and for several years were the only type of emission to occur. The second type, known as a sustained emission, is characterized by a single, steady release of energy that can last anywhere from thirty minutes to a few hours.

Anomalies are hazardous objects, entities, and phenomena that have varying effects on their immediate surroundings. Most of the common ones are easy to spot, even without the help of an anomaly detector, but some of them can be extremely difficult to pinpoint without the aid of a detector, or some loose junk.

Name: Rachel Morgenstern

Alias: Aquila

Nationality: Israeli

Age: 30

Gender: Female

Physique/Appearance/Clothing:

Aquila is short and has a naturally slender build, but she is well-muscled, with a number of scars, mostly from knives and bullet grazes. Her hair is a pale blonde, and she wears it long, usually tied back into a ponytail with a baseball cap or scarf covering it. She wears old Soviet-era fatigues in woodland camo, heavily worn but kept in good repair, with a lot of stitchwork. On her hands she wears black gloves with weighted knuckles, and heavy brown combat boots that are starting to wear apart.

Spoken Languages: Hebrew (First language) Russian (Fluent) English (Bad, but she can get her point across)

Faction: Aquila has no real ties, but has a generally positive relationship with most of the major factions in the Zone.

Reputation: Aquila is generally regarded as being trustworthy. While she swears loyalty to no one if she partners with someone for a mission she will give every effort humanly possible to make sure they survive the mission and get their fair cut of the spoils. She'll help out a fellow STALKER in need, but it's known that she doesn't do it out of a sense of charity. She helps you, you owe Aquila a debt and you -will- pay it back someday.

Aquila doesn't really have any friends, anyone she routinely works with or spends downtime with. A lot of acquaintances, a lot of people who owe her debts, but no one who she really lets her guard down around.

There are rumors that sour Aquila's generally sterling reputation, namely that she isn't really a STALKER but something else, most popularly either Mossad or working for a nefarious organization within the zone, gathering intelligence. Where these rumors come from she has no idea.

Weapons/Ammo:
IWI TAR-21, with a mounted close-combat optic, with five mags of 5.56x45mm NATO rounds (150 rounds)
Micro-Uzi chambered in 9x19mm Parabellum, with four 20-round magazines. (80 rounds)
Tomahawk

Gear: U.S. Army issue assault pack in woodland camo, with an attached camelback filled with water. Inside the pack she keeps three MREs, a thick camo poncho, a cleaning kit for her weapons, and an emergency medical kit containing a tourniquet, four large bandages, and two syringes - one morphine, one epinepherine, as well as a small bottle containing antibiotic tablets. In a small pouch attached to the side is a geiger counter, while the other side has a pouch containing a canteen of water.
Hanging at her hip is a small bag containing her gas mask and two replacement filters.
In thigh pockets on her fatigues she keeps a multitool, with the other pocket containing a ruggedized PDA.
In shoulder pockets on her fatigues she keeps a small flashlight, and in the other a wad of coins and other metal debris she uses for testing anomalies.
In her back pocket she keeps a rolled up wad of 5000 RU

Stashes: Dark Valley, there's a boarded up house, probably nice once upon a time. She found a spot where a dog had dug out a little tunnel into the crawlspace, just wide enough for her to squeeze through, then cut a hole through the floorboards. This is less a stash than it is her personal hideout. Besides the oven where she hides her funds - 1000 USD, 1000 Euros, and 10000 RU, she keeps 150 5.56 rounds in the pantry inside an old box of cereal, a loaded Makarov PM under her pillow, and about twenty cans of beans as well as a dozen MREs in various drawers around the house. She also has a collection of about thirty different kinds of batteries going on, just in case.

Strengths:
Military Training: It's generally accepted that Aquila served in the IDF, and it shows. She acts like a well-trained infantryman, very aware of her surroundings and often using military-style tactics on her missions.

Expert Rifleman: Aquila is a crack shot, which is probably how she got her name.

Slate-Cleaner: Aquila never forgets a debt, either that she owes or is owed to her. This may lead to some animosity when she tries to call it in, but it does mean she has a lot of people in a position where she can get what she needs out of them, and it also means that she can agree to owe someone a favor as payment for services rendered to her and have them not laugh in her face.

Hand to Hand Fighter: Bare-handed or with her tomahawk Aquila is extremely effective in hand to hand combat. Observers report that she uses Krav Maga, the brutal, utilitarian martial art used by the IDF and Mossad.

Weaknesses:

Bad Rumors: A horde of rumors follow Aquila - that she's Israeli Intelligence and gathering information on the factions, that she's working for some power in the Zone to a dark end. She can't track the rumors, but they are damned annoying and have soured more than a few negotiations.

"I hunt Men, not Beasts": Aquila is not good at fighting Mutants. While the small, dog-like ones are not so strange she can't handle them she has little experience engaging the more unusual ones, and defaults to tactics that work on Humans that are generally ineffectual - targeting center of mass is pretty useless when the target's torso has the consistency of a sponge.

Name: Laura Hedström
Alias: Vulture
Nationality: Norwegian
Age: 22
Gender: Female


Vulture stands at one hundred and seventy centimetres and weighs around sixty-five kilograms. Her skin is fair and unblemished. While she may not be heavily-muscled nor possess a huge amount of strength, her physique is slender and athletic, her muscles well-toned from the amount of physical acitivity she had done out in the zone. Her hair is honey blonde and extends just beyond her shoulders. Her eyes are a shade of blue that reminded one of the depths of the ocean. She wears an aviator googles on her head on top of a leather bandada. Her inner wear is rather unorthodox, and is stictched together and assembled from different types of clothing. She has also crafted herself a shoulder pad with the use of leather and other similar materials. Her outer wear is just a rugged brown leather jacket. On her hands are a pair of brown leather gloves, equally rugged and worn with use. She completes her outfit with a pair of brown leather boots.

Spoken Languages:
English (Fluent), Norwegian (Functioning), Russian (Basic)

Faction: Loner. Has some friendly ties to Freedom.

Reputation:
Vulture used to be apart of the Sentinels, but was kicked out of the Sentinels after a rather heated disagreement with the leader of the Sentinels. She was cast out of the group, and left to fend for herself. Practically a loner since them, she has been wandering around the zone, looking out interesting things to scavenge while moving from place to place in the bid for survival. She is generally regarded as trustworthy and a loyal person. But her loyalty does not come easy. A helpful person by nature, she does often help out other stalkers whenever the need arises. She tends to hunt for bandits, a habit gained during her time as part of the Sentinels. She has known to give out her limited supplies to those that desperately need them, which can could be considered a weakness of hers. She mixes around with Freedom once in a while, and maintains good relationship with the majority of the faction.

Weapons:
G36C with red dot sight optic - 5.56x45mm rounds (150 shots)
SIG Sauer P226 - 9x19mm rounds (120 shots)
Kukri

Gear:

Backpack:
4 bottles of water
2 energy drinks
1 bottle of vodka
3 cans of food
6 energy bars
2 medkits
5 bandages
1 morphine auto-injector
1 small gun cleaning/repair kit
1 sleeping bag

On person:
PDA
Notebook with pencils and pens
Torch
Gask Mask
Geiger Counter
12,000 RU

Stashes:
Old Cordon: 4,000 RU , Beretta 92 Pistol, 9x19mm (80 rounds), AK-74 , 5.45x39mm (60 rounds), 6 cans of bottle, 3 bottles of water and a spare gas mask and a spare set of clothes.

Strengths:

Observant - A keen eye for detail, Vulture can usually spot details that most people would miss or would glance over. This has helped her many times in her hunt for bandits.

Fast Reflexes - Known to have really quick reflexes and aided by her agility, she is a versatile combatant, and go from running to shooting in hardly anytime at all.

Marksman - Blessed with an uncanny accuracy with guns, she hits whatever she aims to get, making sure that each bullet counts.

Close Quarters Prowess - Equally adept in fighting in close quarters, be it with her arms and legs or with her kukri, if her opponents think that she would be harmless without her guns, they would be in for a nasty and possibly fatal surprise.

Weaknesses:

Mutant Unfriendly - Vulture is more than capable of handling the simpler and more common mutants, but when the rarer and more dangerous species is concerned, she has no experience dealing with them whatsoever.

Emotional- Prone to being emotional, Vulture can get too emotional at times, clouding her judgement and affecting her decision making capability. She can also get too kind-hearted which can put her in some awkward situations.

Lonely - Although a loner, she is not one by choice, and is always on the lookout for company she bond and gel with. Not an easy task in a place and time like this. Until then, she will continue to remain lonely.

Name: Sergei Kosygin

Alias: Fixer

Nationality: Ukrainian

Age: 56

Gender: Male

Physique/Appearance/Clothing: Sergei is a large person, standing about 6’1’’ tall, with a stern physique. He has a large, blunt head, nestled on top of his thick neck, with broad shoulders and tall arms further emphasizing his hard frame. While he doesn’t look very muscular in the sense of having defined muscles, his barrel chest, thick arms, neck, wide body and blunt, ragged face still gives off the impression of someone not to be messed with.

His face is crude, almost like it was built for warfare, with eyes sunken underneath his thick, wrinkly forehead. With his blunt forehead and flat nose jutting down from it as if it’s an extension, or rather, a handle, it’s not hard to resemble his upper head to a war hammer from comic books. This, alongside his sunken green eyes, perpetual frown and his fair buzz cut hair, kind of gives off the air of an 80’s American action hero, which is quite the opposite of who he is.

Sergei’s clothing is somewhat outdated, with olive drab coveralls, worn underneath a dark grey armor vest, probably surplus from the War in Chechnya, with a makeshift Yugoslavian paramilitary vest, made of tent fabric and stitched all over with ammo pouches, over the rest of his clothing to top it off. In colder times, he wears a winter VDV uniform left over from the Soviet War in Afghanistan.

Spoken Languages: Native Ukrainian and Russian. He has a fair grasp of English and Turkish.

Faction: Sergei is a Loner, though has strong connections to the Military, and often hangs around (and deals around) their installations, being more than accepted amongst the higher ups, thanks to having served alongside some of them.

Personality: Sergei is known for his quiet, calm, non-confrontational and professional demeanor that is usually considered to be rather contradictory with his stature. Sergei is a man of action rather than words, and prefers to speak in a rather passive way to keep people off-guard for his actions. He rarely insults people he doesn’t mean to kill in the following moments, knowing better than to keep a high profile. This has usually allowed him to get away from a lot of messed up deals he’s been a part of, with his neutral personality allowing him to get a ‘Nah, he’s a good guy’ from at least one of his attackers. Sergei is not a man of loose ends – having suffered from them once, he has taken his lesson.

History: Sergei ‘’The Fixer’’ Kosygin, the Monster of Odessa, or the Man Who Painted Kiev Red, had rather humble beginnings. Born in Soviet Ukraine to parents who had minor positions in government bureaus, Sergei had a rather average life set ahead of him. Like most of the children his age, Sergei attended school, earning himself above average grades through preparation rather than raw skill. One could trace his professional and clear cut attitude towards problems to this age. At the age of 21, he married a girl, Polina, he had fallen in love with in high school. She got pregnant with his son, Oleg, soon after. Being unable to provide for his wife and his parents in school, he dropped out of University, and joined the Soviet Army. After showing merit in training, was assigned to be a member of the VDV Airborne Forces. He was sent to Afghanistan in March 1984. Sergei first killed a man in Afghanistan. Sergei killed his first eleven men in Afghanistan.

Sergei’s platoon was not known for particular effectiveness in battle. However, thanks to sheer jinx, or perhaps thanks to the ire of a commander, his platoon was often sent right into the meat grinder. Sergei survived whatever was thrown at them, however, and continued to serve in the war until August 1986, when the Mi-8 he was a passenger of was shot down, and left Sergei stranded in the mountains of Afghanistan alone, wounded, and hunted by Afghans. All he knew was that he had to move south, and that he was probably as good as dead.

A week later, Sergei was found near Salang Pass with three bullet wounds in his torso, several bruises, lacerations, nine broken ribs, a broken nose, a burst right eye, an exposed skull, and a smashed left hand. He was sent to a hospital immediately, where he fell comatose for three weeks. After waking up, Sergei was questioned for a report, and was awarded with the Order for Service to the Homeland in the Armed Forces of the USSR, Second Class as a result of the following investigation. Sergei lay in a hospital to recover for the next two years. He would later learn that he had accidentally stopped an Afghan assault on his way back, and that his exploit had made him somewhat of a legend.

After getting out of the hospital in 1988, Sergei found himself unemployed. His pension for being wounded in battle was not enough to take care of his family, and as he found out, being a college dropout, a wounded one at that, in tough times for the Soviet Union meant it was quite hard to find a job. He managed to get employed thanks to one of the friends he had made in Afghanistan, but found the job rather lacking, and the clients insulting. Asking for his friend’s father for a more… profitable job, he ended up being a bodyguard for drug trafficking. It was certainly better for his family, though Sergei noticed that Polina had a slight idea of what he was up to. He didn’t care much, however, believing that providing for them was more important than being loved by them.

Sergei earned a reputation for reliability after saving a drug king, Ivan Stupka, from a deal gone wrong by taking down the king’s would-be attackers. He ended up becoming Ivan ‘’The Cossack’’ Stupka’s biggest enforcer after this event, and consolidated his position by destroying the (admittedly small but still formidable) Albanian Mafia set up in Odessa in a single day, which earned him the nickname the Monster of Odessa. Around this time, the Soviet Union dissolved, and Sergei found himself with the duty of rooting out the Russian Mafia from Kiev. He sent his parents, wife, and son to Turkey to save them from any repercussions that could occur.

The job soon provided itself to be too high profile, however, and Sergei ended up with an APB by the Ukrainian Police and the Russian Mafia after a long, drawn out shootout that ended with about 35 dead and 50 wounded thanks to an explosion in a building. Sergei, all out of men, wounded, and with a clear cut name as the Man Who Painted Kiev Red, escaped to Turkey to his family with whatever money he could put together before the Russian Mafia got him. Moving through Romania and Bulgaria, he was eventually reunited with his family, free from dirty work, at the year 1998. His son, Oleg, almost fifteen years old, seemed to be incredibly distant from him, so was his wife, Polina. His father was dead, and all he had now was the money he had grabbed on his way to Turkey. Sergei tried to live the straight life for about 10 years, finding work as a bodyguard once again.

He soon got fed up with it, however. His wife, Polina, hated him for leaving him on her own, his son knew of Sergei only as the man who came home at times and was the source of money and police knocking the door, and Sergei’s mother was simply smoking herself to death with the money he made. He started contacting his old friends from the military to learn of any jobs he could do back in the lands he was born. He eventually left for Ukraine once again, much to the ire of his family, in 2009. He entered the mafia business once more, this time with a new name and new modus operandi, as the Fixer, the man who kept everything to the lowest profile. However, after learning that the Russian Mafia still held a grudge against him, and wanted to get even, he decided to fake his death and escape to the Zone, a fertile land where he could make lots of money for his family, while also being able to stay away from them as well.

Inside the Zone, Sergei managed to thrive, thanks to his close connections in the Military and Duty. He started a business of smuggling in things like cigarettes and drugs, while smuggling out artifacts, working with his friends to keep it profitable and secure. While he still takes some field work provided the job isn’t risky and the pay is good, he’s been trying hard to get himself settled, like Sidorovich or the Bartender. He makes sure that his family gets a good portion of his pay, as he argues that he’s doing it all for them.

Reputation: Sergei is well known and well respected for his level headed and reasonable behavior, being the primary reason for his survival in the Zone for nearly a decade. Despite doing business that affects nearly everyone negatively, he’s still taken as a man of reason, someone who prefers negotiation rather than direct confrontation. He’s almost universally accepted by the Military, as most of the higher ups have worked alongside him sometime in the past, and his nice behavior towards the low-ranked soldiers, as well as his discounts, have earned him a good reputation amongst them. The Duty higher ups also respect him for reasons nearly the same as the Military’s. Freedom also likes him thanks to the fact that he sells drugs to them, but unbeknownst to them, he’s selling bad drugs at a very high price, a compromise he made with Duty and the Military to keep that branch of the business afloat.

Weapons/Ammo: Sergei has a 7.62x39 OTs-14 Groza, though for the grenade launcher he uses custom 40mm buckshot cartridges, bought from Duty, instead of grenades. His sidearm is a M1911A1 with a suppressor, an American gun that he’s not very used to. He still appreciates the gun’s quietness and stopping power, however.

Gear:
Backpack:
-Three days’ worth of MREs
-Three liters of water
-Two First Aid Kits
-One Medical Supplies Kit
-Three Anti-Radiation needles
-A box of 7.62x39
-A box of .45 ACP
-Two rolls of bandages

Person:
-PDA
-Flashlight
-Assorted nuts
-NBC Mask
-Anomaly-Radiation Detector
-8,000 RU

Stashes: Sergei has only two stashes, one in the Cordon in the Military Outpost containing passwords for a few bank accounts, his VDV clothing, military fatigues in case he needs to blend in, 20,000 RU, and a SVU-A with a suppressor, alongside two magazines. The other is in the Scientist Bunker, with information on a bank account, 10,000 RU and a NBC suit.

Strengths:
-VIP: Sergei has, through hard work and smart action, earned himself an important place in the Zone. He has connections he can rely on. He’s also avoided in action (the way he also avoids it), as his death would piss a lot of people off, since he runs some profitable operations.

-RU: Sergei makes quite a lot of money. He can arrange things to happen, or hire people who can arrange things to happen.

-VDV: Sergei once served admirably in the Soviet Airborne Forces. He has quite advanced military training (and his line of work allowed him to keep it practiced), not to mention pretty good health for his age.

Weaknesses:

-Beyond Cash: Sergei’s operation is quite large by Zone standards, and thus, doesn’t include a lot of cash flowing for the higher ups like him. He’d need some arrangements done to get important cash.

-Blood Ties: Sergei makes sure that most of the money he makes from the operation reaches his family. They’re gold rich by now, but that hasn’t stopped him.

-Old: Sergei is tough and hardy, but he is old. While he can outclass most stalkers, he’ll need longer time to catch his breath, or recover from wounds. His old wounds don’t help either.