"When I was young, war took my beauty. Therefore, I sharpened my mind to be like the bayonet of a rifle. Few escape it's point."
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Gender: Male
Nationality: Russian
Personality: Vasily Sokolov is something of an opportunist; where others fail, he succeeds brilliantly. He is known to be extremely critical of his peers and is very abrasive, though his loyalty to the Motherland and his friends can go unquestioned. It should be noted that he has an undying will and refuses to give up when the going gets tough.
Bio: Young Vasily was born into the high-ranking Sokolov family, his near-royal status opening many doors for him early in life. As a friend of Czar Alexander II, his family could go almost anywhere, and do almost anything, and they did. As the first son, Vasily received the best education money could buy, a greater than standard officer training, and the military at his fingertips once he was old enough to command it. Once his fairly standard royal life reached eighteen years, things changed.
With Napoleon knocking on Russia’s door in the dead of winter, tensions on the Motherland’s borders were at an all-time high. The Sokolov regiment, led by none other than young Vasily, was in charge of defending a small village the French had had their eyes on for a fortnight. Worst case, an evacuation would be ordered, the homes and fields would be torched, and a retreat would be ordered to the next village. This was the Russian way, give the enemy nothing to work with. However, this being the only smart thing the horribly under-prepared Napoleonic army did, they arrived under the cover of a blizzard. The gunshots rang out and shocked the town awake, soldiers scurrying for their arms and officers scrambling to establish some order. Before anyone was ready, the houses were up in smoke, many of the poor residents still trapped inside the orange flames, burning alive. Vasily was among them, his command tent having caught as he was gathering important documents to either save or burn. The central beam that had been supporting the whole canvas contraption failed and fell on the boy, gouging out his left eye and burning that whole side of his face and neck. Miraculously, the rest of his body was unharmed, a soldier having found him after he crawled outside the wreckage, then carried him to safety. While not a gracious one, he lives to tell that tale.
All things considered, the rest of his life became tame after he was relieved of duty. The lack of a left eye meant his depth perception was gone, but that gave him an advantage in the world of criminal investigation. Simply put, he had an innate ability to break down suspects and extract the truth from them though various methods. Maybe it was the family name, maybe it was the hole beneath the eyepatch... or maybe an affinity for violence. But now, every criminal fears the name Vasily Sokolov, for none have escaped his eye yet. This, apparently, earned him an invitation to a remote island in the South Pacific, and he was sure to pack a copy of
The Most Dangerous Game before he left Moscow.
Expertise: -Psycology
Equipment: -General forensics kit
-Eyepatch
-Sewing kit
Other: COMMUNISM
