โฆ Artyom Dimitri Ekaterina Petrovka โฆ
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Artyom's physical condition is currently in peak form - that is to say, he's at the age that is for men typically described as being the top of their game. It shows in how he looks. His face is still soft, with only some wrinkles on his forehead from frequent frowning - the rest is clear of any irregularities, bar some small birthmarks and dots on his face. He has no scars - none visible at least, as there is a small cross-shaped one on his chin which is hidden by a beard - and boasts a good looking, healthy skin.
His eyes are relatively small compared to some of the Western people, as he is ethnically Russian, and thus lacks the characteristical large eyes. Although they are already small, his eyebrows do not do his eyes any favor as they are relatively low and typically furrowed over his eyes, making his eyes look smaller, and making him himself look more angry and/or serious than he actually is.
His hair is a dark brown, with a few loose gray hairs in his beard. Both his hair and beard are well kept and commonly groomed. The gray hairs are found mostly in the hairs just below his lower lip, with some on either side of the mustache too. Bad genetics are to blame, since Artyom is not that old yet.
Physique wise, he's about average-slightly above average. He's not that muscled, compared to some of those that lift weights. But he lives a healthy lifestyle comparatively, and gets enough movement. His strength primarily comes from his back, shoulders and upper arms, where some definition in the muscles can be seen during a movement that flexes these muscles. Other than that, his chest, stomach, legs and other muscled areas are about average. No bodybuilder, at any rate.
Height: 6'2"/1.89m
Weight: 183lbs/83kg
Eyes: brown
Hair: dark brown
Skin Tone: pale
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Artyom Dimitri Ekaterina Petrovka
Also frequently called:โArturโ
โDimaโ
โKatโ
โKatarinaโ
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Dock-worker, part-time freelance photographer
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April 6th
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Russian
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Nizjni Novgorod, Russian Federation.
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Artyom has a typically Russian-immigrant attitude towards work. He's a hard worker, doesn't grumble when he needs to do manual labor, but in general just gets the job done. This shines through in most of his everyday activities, as he isn't one to sit around for too long and rather just gets started with work early so he can get it done early. In that aspect, time is important to him, and he will work hard and quick to get things done in time.
Essentially, if you need something done, Artyom is the one you ask. Especially if it's hard, back-breaking work that nobody else really wants to do. Someone has to do it. Artyom just expects to get something in return for doing it.
As such, he isn't some naรฏve person who will do anything for someone else just out of the kindness of his heart. That is not who he is at all, and his motto is quad pro quo. He might help you without expecting something in return for the first one, maybe two times, but after that he will expect you to either fend for yourself, or to repay him somehow. In that way he's not exactly a team player by being a selfless person - instead being more of a person that takes care of himself. But make no mistake - just because he has a brain and realizes when he is being used, doesn't mean he doesn't have a heart. His quad pro quo attitude only goes for strangers or people he doesn't exactly consider 'friends'.
A sharp contrast perhaps, but when it comes to his friends, he is very loyal and will do whatever it takes to keep them around. He is quite sacrificial when it comes down to that, willing to take a knife in the side, or a bullet to the chest for those whom he considers close to himself.
If there was ever a more fitting stereotype than the Russian that raises the red flag to rush towards the enemy to buy his comrades time to escape, then perhaps Artyom is a fitting face for that Russian. But you'll need to gain his favor before he'd even consider that for you.
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Artyom was born in Nizjni Novgorod, in the Wolga oblast in the Russian Federation. He grew up there in the early years of his life until his father found employment in Vladivostok in the far East. It was a far move, and being 8 when it happened, Artyom abandoned a lot of friends for his fathers new employment. To a young child this was not worth the loss of friends, but ultimately now that he is an adult, he can understand why his father moved there. After all they did have a nicer apartment, more money, and generally just a better life. And new friends could be made easily, right?
His father worked on an oil rig off the coast of Eastern Russia and so he was gone from home a lot. So, Artyom grew up with his mother and his three sisters, being
the man of the house at an age that many would consider too young. Though it was merely a joke at first, later in his life this title became more and more true. At the age of fourteen he started working part-time at a local butcher to earn some extra money for himself.
His sister
Dunya, who was three years older than Artyom, and she moved to the United States when Artyom was 16. She had found a suitable husband through an online service, who lived in a place called 'Washington DC'. Although Artyom was sad to see her leave, it did him good to know that his sister was going to live a better live in the USA with a husband that could provide for her. Little did he know that the service was more or less a subtle, legal form of human trafficking.
His other sister,
Gavriila, became a teacher at a primary school. This was when Artyom was 21, and had begun working at a dock - similar to the work he'd later do in the USA. It did not take long for Gavriila to meet a teacher that she liked, and then she got married to him.
It was another one of his sisters that left the house, leaving only the youngest,
Katia, 16 years old. She was still enrolled in a high school for musically gifted children, which was afforded only because of their fathers' work on an oil rig, and subsidies from the Russian government that incentivized schooling for those children with exceptional talent in one department.
As Artyom reached the age of 23, his sister told him to come to Washington DC, telling him that there was plenty of work for people that did not mind to work hard. As she told him of the glamorous life she was living now, it was hard for Artyom to decline. Katia had graduated from school now and had begun a university level education in music, so it was impossible for Artyom to go to the USA, not with his mother being left behind.
For two years he still took care of her before his father retired and took up a job at the local docks, working as a manager. With father now being back home to take care of mother, Artyom arranged to fly out to Washington DC to work there.
Life was not as glamorous as his sister had told him - though, that might've been because Artyom was not a good-looking woman that wanted to marry an American man. Rather, he was a poor Russian that spoke little English, and had no university or college degree. After a year of living off of his savings, he finally managed to get a job at the docks, which was where he'd been working ever since.
In due time he moved into a new apartment in Baltham, which wasn't too bad. His wages could barely afford it, but he had to live somewhere and due to the rising prices of apartments in both Bainbridge Island and Baltham due to the rising affluence in the area, there was little choice - either he gave up his job and moved elsewhere, or he made due with what he had. It seemed an easy choice for a Russian immigrant that was used to living in near-poverty. The only time when he ate well was when he landed a free-lance photography gig, which happened from time to time. His favorites were weddings.
They let him take some of the food, most of the time.
At least his English had improved in an almost stellar fashion. He was fluent now, but his accent remained.
