Deamonbane

Through The Forgotten City

Always the walls.

Khane had seen dozens of sieges, either in the seiging or defending army, and the one thing hat had always recalled from the few sacks he had seen, resultant of some deep inlaid grudge or another, the walls were always the only things that survived. Either by command of their superiors or when a siege lasted for months, even years with the soldiers watching friends and maybe even family fall to the defenses, anger would slowly build and once the walls were taken, it was as if the dammed hatred was released in a torrent of bloodshed and agony, tearing the city and it's inhabitants apart. But in as much damage as they could do, they would always leave the walls intact, for several reasons. Unlike the houses inside the walls, they usually had no treasure or loot of worth, no people inside, nothing of value. Secondly because, well it was difficult to tear a wall down. The walls were meant to endure, were made especially to withstand forces against, and other than any holes in the wall that they had to make, along with towers and the like where enemies could hide, the walls themselves were usually left intact unless the soldiers were expressly ordered to tear them down, and they had to do it stone by stone, a job taking weeks. Not something that soldiers that had just endued a long, exhausting siege would want to be subjected to.

Whoever had wrecked this city had put a lot of trouble into doing so, Khane completed the though as he looked over the city. There were buildings, ruined, with no scorch marks, but those would be washed away with rain and the elements. But the walls were gone. Sure, there were a handful of piled stones that had been pieces of the walls, apparently, but the walls were missing, something odd and foreboding for a city of this size. The mercenary gently nudged his gelding forward, looking around in awe. There were a few camps outside the city, as if people were superstitiously afraid of maintaining temporary residence within the dead city, but there were a few scholars stepping among the ruins, studying the stones, inscriptions and grounds, trying to determine just who the residents of the city were.

No riches in knowledge, Khane thought with a smirk, dismounting on the city limits and walking his horse from that point on. The ground inside might be treacherous, and it didn't make sense to risk injuring the mount just because he didn't want to walk. No, if there was anything of worth to be found it would be deep inside the metropolis, and he would find it.

Hunted [Sturmgewehr and Daemonbane]

Name:
Yuri Alexander Gavrilov

Nickname:
"One Angry Motherfuckin' Russian"
"Guy Needs To Chill"
"Oh Shit He's Looking At Us Be Cool, Be Cool."
Alex

Age:
29

Place of Birth:
Moscow, Russian Federation

Family:
- Sergey Ivanovich Gavrilov(Father) - Deceased
- Anastasiya Dimitrovna Gavrilova(Mother) - Deceased
- Oksana Ivanovna Gavrilova(Sister) - 19 years old, lives with her maternal grandparents in St. Petersbrug.
- Nikolay Sergeyevich Gavrilov

Occupation:
Mixed Martial Artist, Former Russian Champion and current Prison Champion.
Illegally, hitman for the Russian Mob inside prison.

Personality:
Everything that his brother is, but worse. A hard man, not easy to talk to, not easy to get through to. Incredibly intelligent with a quick-moving mind, and vast intellect, he chose to apply this intellect to the art of fighting. His word is law and iron, he would never give his word unless he means to keep it. Respect is paramount to him, honor less so, but very important anyways.

Due to his very good memory and strong-working mind, he is known for keeping grudges for a very, very long time if he has to. He doesn't get mad, he gets even in as gruesome and fair a manner as possible. He knows that he was framed, but he doesn't blame the mob, as they realized how useless he was in getting back at his brother, and they treated him very well once he started working for them. Or so he claims, anyways. Strong in mind, body and will, not the kind of guy you wanna get on bad terms with, be it in the matters of the mind or body.

History:
Growing up in Russia during the time that he and his brother and Sister did was nothing fun, but they managed it. It was a bit easier, granted, with his father in the military, but once the Berlin wall fell, their father's pay was cut by a matter of half, and their mother was out of a job more often than not. The two brothers took to the streets as a manner of sustaining themselves in an increasingly violent world. When Niko joined the Mob as something of a hitman and bouncer, Alex wanted to join him but, irritatingly enough, Niko said no to the 17-year-old. It stung fiercely at the time for the young man, who did not know that his brother had done it to protect him.

That was when he enrolled in a fighting academy to get back at his brother. He would prove that he was the better man. He showed nerve and resolve, and abounded in heart and natural talent. His trainer urged him to drop out of school and get fighting full time. There was little that he could do with an education round these parts anyways. He made enough money to get by in the many illegal rings in the city, refusing help from both his parents and his brother, abandoning his sister for good, becoming estranged from his family. Eventually, an agent saw him fight and offered him a chance with the pros. He didn't turn it down.

Fighting for three years in the illegal rings, four more in the professionals, something began to show in the young man as he fought his way to the top of the foodchain. A certain... malice, that went beyond the need to win. An enjoyment of the pain that he was inflicting on the other fighters. His trainer was worried, but this was a time when MMA was rife with such characters, and he was popular with the crowds, so a psychological evaluation was out of the question. He barely noticed when his parents died. He didn't even attend the funeral.

Until his brother went missing, the bastard. The Mob didn't know what had happened, and worried that he had been sided with one of their opponents, so the turned to whomever they thought could help them. The younger sister could not be found, but the brother was something of a local celebrity and not hard to find at all. They interrogated him to make sure that he didn't know where his brother was, and as it became clear that he had had little to no contact with the man in the past years, charges of murder and drug were trumped up, and he was locked away, for good it seemed.

During his time in jail, he met a former Spetznatz commando that had been incarcerated as a hitman inside the prisons. The two seemed like kindred spirits in their enjoyment of sheer brutality, and with the commando's convincing, the young man was allowed to work with him. The Commando, already becoming something of an old man, began teaching the young Alex how to use whatever he had around him to deadly effect. His name became known and feared in the prisons of Russia. At his request, the mob funded something of a way to keep the prisoners more in hand, in-prison cage fights became more and more popular in Russia, to a point that some of the lower budget TV stations began broadcasting the fights. One specialist that was brought in to comment on one of Alex's fights went on the record to call him "The Most Complete Fighter in the World."

This comment sent repercussions around the mixed martial arts world, with his videos being uploaded on the internet and watched in mass numbers. People appealed to the major MMA promoters to get this guy out of prison, as, in a documentary about him, it became clear that he was innocent of the murder and drug charges. The UFC put pressure on the Russian government to get them to release this man, which they did with a little help from the mob, who had last heard that his brother was in the US, and they quickly enrolled him in their main card on his debut, a UFC event to be held in Miami.

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

*busts into thread, toting gun and sword* Consider me awesome, if you dare...

Dragon's Breath [ Bane & Cara ]

The little girl's eyes twisted in a confused way when the elf said that she wanted to sleep her fill. That didn't look like a very comfortable place to sleep. Then again, maybe it was like the old man in the village said that elves could just close their eyes anywhere, even standing up to sleep, but Kora couldn't believe that this elf would prefer to sleep on the ground instead of a soft bed of hay, or something similar. It was unlikely that Pappa would allow her to sleep in the house with them, but there was a small room build into the barn that he had allowed strangers to night over in. They were the only ones for miles and being kind to their neighbors always paid off.

And even then, Pappa would want to know if there was an Elf in these lands. Even one as young as Kora knew that if elves were so far from their homeland, something was not right.

Her back straightened, trying to make herself appear taller," I'm seven," She declared proudly, even though she was a little short for her age," Old enough to hunt, Pappa says. And that ground isn't comfortable for sleeping. Come with me, I'll take you to Pappa, and he'll find you a nicer place to sleep. We have a guest room with a small fireplace. It'll be better, as it's getting cold out at nights nowadays..."

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

Michellin said
Speaking of japan, holy fuck, the new trailer for rurouni kenshin is amazeballs

Amazeballs, huh?

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

SURPRISE INTERRACIAL BUTTSECKS!

*hugs Cara* I was wiped out for some reason... slept like a baby..

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TheEvanCat said
It's the new teen craze, oZode. Everybody's doing it. I read it on Imgur. It must be true.

Good thing I am not a teen... or in prison..

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

*hugs Cara* Should I kill this song for you?

Dragon's Breath [ Bane & Cara ]

The girl looked a mite confused. This wasn't how Pappa described his encounters with bandits at all. There were ruffians without souls, he said, men that would kill, rape and steal and go home the next day thinking that they were honest men making a living, and there were those smart enough to know how horrid they were, and reveled in it. Maybe she was one of the latter, and was using her honeyed words to convince Kora that she wasn't a threat? The young girl wasn't sure what rape was, but she did know what killing and stealing were, and those were not good, so she assumed that rape wasn't pleasant either.

She stiffened. Pappa had also told her not to be unfair, and while the Elf wasn't doing anything harmful... well, she wasn't a threat," Alright, you can sit up... but any... funny business," The way that she said the words told that she had just learned them," And I'll put and arrow through your eye. Pappa's the fastest man in the whole world, and he's been teaching me to be fast too," She lowered her bow but her small body was tense with resolve. She would take the Elf to Pappa. He would know if she was bad or good. He always did.

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

Carantathraiel said
Says the man who recently told me "I is not for eating!";PCease your twitching, Baneypoo.Also, yes, Jay ^^ I'm pretty content. I'm planning a nice walk with the hound, versus a run, cause ugh, but other than that, dandy!

Hush, smartypants, daddy is trying to be noble here...

Also, YIM?