If this train ain't closing the boxcars, I think I could hobo along its undercarraige.
Name:Mikhail Viktroff
Nickname: The Cat
Birthday:November 10th
Age:24
Skills and abilities:Martial Artist, Sword Artist, Street Based Freerunning, Romancer, Manipulator. Disappearance Specialist... His own and others. Sociopath
Personal struggles:Has a bit of a religious streak that clashes with his pagan streak, Can't seem to find himself a woman to settle down with despite alot of trying, Sociopath, Believes himself to be among a more perfect breed of human being (Not race-related but mental situation),
Dreams or Goals:Wants to become a father, and wants to see the world burn, with the members of his breed coming out of hiding at last and taking power in a world that should have been theirs but instead belongs to the weak and makes them weak...
Personality Traits: Blunt, Aggressive when neccessary, Hyper-Intelligent, Clever, Loyal so long as a mutual respect is maintained, Honest to those he is loyal to, Can be charming in one moment and frighteningly death inspiring in the next, one way or another all-around chilling to be near...
Family: Dead. Don't ask. You get one warning.
Medical Information: Heart Palpitations, PTSD
Phobias:Heights, but he's mastered that fear.
Bio: His parents were Ukrainian, he considers himself American. He grew up poor and found himself constantly being bullied growing up as he was a late bloomer, so he became a martial artist and learned to defend himself. But believing the ideals of the martial arts to be weak he decided it was time he learn how to kill, and began to pursue swordfighting. He carries two swords on his hip at almost all times. 20 inch black steel, Chopper katana. Watching him fight with them is much like watching an intricate dance.
Description
Hair:Light Brown
Eyes:Gunmetal(complicated but real eyecolor that changes based on mood)
Face:Gaunt but expressive and shapely
Build:Medium
Height:Tall (6ft)
Trigger Warnings and Discomforts: I'm not easily disturbed.
