Viktor isn't done, but Raisa is!

Name: Stanislav Kravec
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Home Station: Kitai-Gorod
Occupation: Crimnal/Bandit/Mercenary
Appearance:


Standing a good 6 feet tall, big powerful man, wearing a bullet proof vest over a long sleeved black sweater, black leather gloves he picked up somewhere, dark grey khaki pants and heavy combat boots. The gass mask and shamag he has with him are often dangling about his neck.

Faction: Bandits - Kitai-Gorod syndicates
Weapons:
Baretta 682 Double barrel 20 gauge shot gun (carrying 22 rounds)

Bizon-2-03 SMG aka PP-19 SMG, with red dot sight, and collapsible stock (carries three 64 round helical magazines loaded with 9x18mm Makarov rounds)

Four glass bottle napalm style molotov bombs. Jellied alcohol and gasoline mix in a glass bottle, wax cap over a length of flammable cloth, strip the wax off quickly, light the cloth and throw. Easy to make, with any flammable liquid on hand, cloth and a glass bottle.

Equipment/Items: Utility knife, 2 meters of tarpaulin, a 10 meter long length of hemp rope, a Zippo brand lighter, a pack of metro rolled cigarettes, food and water for atleast three days. Wind-up flashlight (40 seconds of cranking grants a good 10 minutes of light power), 1 filter of perfect quality (10 minutes of use), 2 dirty filters (4 minutes of use)
Abilities:

Bravado - Has a healthy amount of swagger and show in his personality and step. He's one of the big guys on the walk, why should he be worried?

Lucky Map - Got his hands on one of the few remaining "Guides". Maps of the Metro that are so powerful that they can help you find all the really amazing things, or take you on a path through the Metro that is safer then any other path imaginable.

Unforgivable - There are somethings that no one decent can do, in those times, you fo to Kravec. He'll take care of the dirty work for you. It's what he does best.

Background:

A Kitai-Gorod enforcer, in league with the Russian side of the twin stations. Usually tasked to stay at the station, sit the one hundred meter check point. If not doing that and not resting or eatting he will loiter about the station and make sure no one does anything stupid. Like alot of the Kitai-Gorod bandits, he knows he's the big guy on the block, he's the one with the guns and the armoring. He's not afraid, as he often has alot of his friends and allies around.

Even when out alone or with a trading caravan he knows he is better armored and armed then alot of people. Hansa, Reich and Red Line soldiers aside, he's still the cock of the walk.

WIP

Name: Tomas "Malta" Marchevskii
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Home Station: None (lingers around Market Station)
Occupation: Smuggler
Appearance:
Tomas stands at about 6"0, with a fairly rough appearance- short hair, a moderate beard, and a worn face, with one or two bruises from fistfights. He seems to look a little older than he actually is, with most guessing he is maybe in his 30s, though this is mainly down to the hard line of work that he has, and his facial hair. He often wears a brown ushanka, and a headtorch atop that, with a black jacket and a pair of sturdy outdoorsman's boots. He appears to be fairly tough, but perhaps not to the extent of a soldier- he is just a smuggler, after all.

Faction: Non-Aligned
Weapons:
Bastard Gun (5.45mm)
-Heat Sink (minimizes overheating to every three magazines of fully automatic)
-Tritium Iron Sights
-Wire Stock
-Laser Sight
-Rudimental Silencer

The Bastard is a weapon crafted and created in the Metro out of scrap, to fire 5.45mm rounds in a compact and small package. It's not a Kalash, but if you need something with a high rate of fire and copious accuracy, this is what you go for. For long range, it isn't any good, but up close, it can do damage quickly, and Tomas has his rigged with a water-cooled jacket and heat sink to maintain a high rate of fire without the weapon overheating. A rudimentary silencer can keep the weapon quiet for a little while, but won't work to that great of an extent in the long run.

Tihar- Pressurized Air Rifle
-Airtight Valve
-20x Ball Bearings
-Tritium Night Sights

-A weapon unique to the Moscow Metro, the Tihar is a multi-stroke pneumatic air gun, with a pressurized canister located in the stock, charged up manually by the user at the barrel to increase the power of the shot (in this case, ball bearings). When fully charged, the weapon is exceptionally lethal, and is virtually silent, being semi-automatic (though with a reduced pressure in the barrel afterwards). Pumping the cylinder with air is an essential, if you want to make this weapon work, but is very accurate in close range (drop-off from the ball bearings can be seen after about 50m).

2x Throwing Knives
2x Nailbombs (Pipebombs, with a rudimental fuse and nails stuck inside)

Equipment/Items:

-Good Gas Mask with three half-decent filters (30 minutes of air)
-Surface-Adapted Watch
-Universal Wind-Up Charger and Flashlight
-Lighter
-Tunnel Map around southern Metro

Abilities:
Good with the Surface:
Not precisely a stalker, scavenging items from the old world of Moscow, but Tomas is at home at traversing the surface, and getting from point A to point B. He knows some routes very well, and knows what is a go and what is a no go, and places that have more than their fair share of creepy shit.

Deceptive:
Tomas can lie, and put people out of mind for what his real intentions are, being honest with a very select few. When needs be, if he runs into bad company, talking his way out of the problem is sometimes an option worth considering, and most of the time, he has the charisma to slither through places he really shouldn't be in. Confidence trickery.

Quiet Shooter:
Tomas prefers to use silence as a weapon, preferring his Tihar over his Kalash to clear out of a set of enemies from the dark- the compressed ball bearings being virtually silent when fired at a target.

Background:

Tomas was born a few years before the war, in a fairly poor suburb of Moscow- his father working at a steelworks, and his mother as a housewife at home, Tomas being playful and going out with friends. He was about to go on his first day of school, when the alarms sounded. His family took him to the Metro, at Oktoberskaya Station, where they found refuge. The following years were fairly harsh.

Living under Hansa was a good thing for a while, and it meant that his family could reinvent themselves, with Tomas educated to a basic degree- though he did enjoy reading the novels of Dostoyevsky and Tolstoy, and learning more about the world before the mess of the Great War. That said, when it came to him coming of age, and becoming 16, he became increasingly rebellious, and was friends with a group of individuals that were into the...criminal side of things. He was asked to move a box of medicines to Venice Station, one that he did fairly successfully, in regards to how successful anything can be on the Metro. That is, two of his friends were murdered in a firefight and he killed two people with a knife himself. He was not a murderer, he concluded, but he was okay at holding himself together when the time came. Completing the delivery, he was tasked with something to go back to Oktoberskaya.

And from there, it grew. The nuclear winter and pockets of radiation still on the surface were hard to deal with, but it was one that he got accustomed to, moving items and people from place to place, for a price. He would leave people for dead if there was no payment, to be eaten alive on the surface, and often found himself running in his life, never anchored down. His parents died when he was around 20, but that was not his concern- he had eight years of experience as a wanderer on the Metro, and he was very good at it. Living his life from one vice to another, no real meaning at all. Just getting bullets, and occasionally at the end of a day, a whore or two. Depending on what business was done at the end of the day. He was a drifter, a smuggler, a trader, a survivalist in one, a jack of all trades but a master of none. Not a dedicated stalker, but if there was money to be made in it and he saw the short term benefit, then why not.

Tomas is predominately a smuggler, and ends up running either people, or specialized bits of kit from one station to another, whatever allegiance. Nazi, Red Line, Hansa, criminal, whoever needs a high value item taken from one place to another, he can deal with. Medicines, or people that want to escape the tyranny of a station, by any means. Tomas is good at making that work, and with a good number of military-grade bullets, he'll make it happen. He knows certain routes out of stations that some don't, and is prepared to take routes that are a little more mysterious, with the unexplained phenomena of the Metro being something that Tomas has had one or two rough encounters with. He has definitely backstabbed people before and fucked over deals that resulted in more than a fair share of bodies or people out for his blood, but he has cared for others, perhaps more than his payment has given. For Tomas, life is dictated by the next job, or the next person who pays.

People like him aren't usually double crossed...usually.

Name: Alexander (Lyosha) Vulchanov

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Apparence: Standing at 5,10, Alexander or Lyosha as his friends call him is not the biggest guy around. Thankfully that adds to his ability to sneak from place to place unseen. Brown haired with green eyes that almost glow when angry. 3 diagnoal scars cross his face from being attacked by a Nosalis.

Home Station: Park Pobedy (Formerly), Kievskaya (Currently), Abandoned building in South Moscow(Surface Residence)

Occupation: Stalker/ Hunter

Ethnicity: Caucasian/Asian descent

Equipment: Universal Charger, head lamp, gas mask, x5 filters, 59 MGR, Radiation Suit

Weapons: Valve straight bolt action rifle, Duplet double barrel shotgun (no modifications), Basterd SMG( Pre war reflex sight), Trench Knife, x2 grenades, x2 Flame bombs

Abilites:
Soft footed- has quiet footsteps for sneaking up on unsuspecting prey

Dead Shot- Crack shot with any weapon

Animal Sense- almost 6th sense, similar to animals. Can sense when danger is near or when the weather is about to change.

Background: Alexander Vulchanov, nicknamed Lyosha (Old Russian version of Alexander) was a boy when the war broke out and finally the bombs fell. He had been grabbed and carried into the Park Pobedy station with many others. He survived in the care of his foster parents, learning to hunt rats with a pellet rifle and eventually stepping up into a stalker's shoes when his Stepfather never returned from the surface. After Park Pobedy fell everyone who made it out turned to Kievskaya for help. Lyosha bought himself a rifle and began stalking the surface (much to his stepmom's contempt). At one point he came across a stray Nosalis that slashed him across the face, putting the beast down with just a knife.

Enemies: Red Line and Fourth Reich

Allies: Hanza, Stalkers, Polis Rangers