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Current When you see a sock on the doorknob, the only civilized way to react is to kick the door down, declaring loudly that," Player Three has entered the game!"
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Name:
Yuri Alexander Garilov

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 Justice City.

Cast Status:
Main
Great post, Palamon!


Name:
Yuri Alexander Garilov

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 Justice City.

Cast Status:
Main
Just need some details to be ironed out on the new character, and I will put him up...
What bird?
You guys still accepting characters? Different from my previous one, that is...
They are all dead...
"The hunters are gathering inside the castle," The captain of the guard said, visibly unsettled by the mask of the man, and his bearing in general. He just gave them all the creeps," But there is no need for threats. we are all friends here, comrades under the same fighting banner. For the moment anyway. Any and all help is welcome."

Jonathan sneered beneath his mask," Whatever. I do not like hunting in a pack. That's for dogs and wolves. I am neither. But no matter. Brother," He snarled that last word as if it were an insult.

"Oi," One of the other men growled, standing, easily two feet taller than Jonathan was himself," No need to be insulting. The man was offering you the proverbial olive basket and you spat on it, like a lowly cur. You shouldn't be entering this castle, not with the manners that the likes of you has, no sir."

Jonathan looked up at the man, unimpressed," I insult and threaten whomever I like, dog, and if you don't like it, you are fully encouraged to place a note in the complaint box of the Chapel of Brynelm."

"Cunt," The man growled and his fist moved. Too slow, in Jonathan's opinion. Clenching up, his whole arm moving back for a powerful punch thrown. but again, too slow. His whole body told Jonathan where the punch was going to land before it was even thrown. He waited until the last minute, even looking away at the other guards and winking before his own body moved into counter the attack. His right arm crossed over to connect with the man's own fist. The whole yard sounded with crack of both fists connecting. Surprisingly, it was accompanied with another sound, like the sound of a sword being drawn, bones and meat being sliced and a scream of pain as the giant of a man tumbled to the ground, clutching his eviscerated, bloody hand to his chest.

Jonathan sheathed the three blades back into their hiding place in his gauntlet before any of the dimwitted soldiers had a chance to see it.

"You fucking cunt! You goddamn son of a whore!" The man half-bellowed, half-cried.

"You shouldn't insult whores like that, brother," Jonathan said in a calm voice, licking the blood from his knuckles and spitting it out," They will be the only manner of satisfying yourself now that your hand is out of order."

The rest of the guards drew their weapons after a moment of stunned silence, and advanced on the former warlock, but their captain called them to a halt.

"But sir," One of the men said in an annoyingly nasal voice," He used magic there. Knuckles ain't supposed to do what his did just there."

"Not magic, no," Jonathan growled," Simple tricks, and if that is what your men think is magic nowadays," He smiled, passing the reins of his horse to the Captain," I don't know if I should be worried or satisfied with the state of the realm," He grinned underneath his mask, a gruesome sight," Now, remember, stable, hay, apples, and remember to change his water at least twice a day or he will tell me, and you will be in trouble, are we clear?"

"Yessir."

"Thank you, now where is hall where the others that hunt are gathered."

"Hugo will show you the way sir."

Like he had seen before. Fear. It just needed to be established if he was the kind of fear to run from or fight. Now that that was established, he was confident that the word would spread and unnecessary contact with the people of the town would be limited to the bare necessities of social conduct. That thought pleased him, probably more than Father Grimbold would like, but the old sir would never find out from him.

They moved through the castle, with more stares directed it him, and whispers too. He declined on listening in on these. Idle gossip interested him not. The entered a hall where an assortment of warriors and other fighters were gathered, and the guard stopped.

"Here we are s...."

"Shut up. Go away, and make yourself useful. Jump off a cliff or something," He said, waving his hand to indicate that he cared little of the man did or did not plummet to his death. Annoyingly, a female steward approached him with a tray of cool drinks in her hand.

"May I take your cloa..."

"No. Fuck off."

"May I offer a drin..."

"Yes, I am parched," He took a glass from the tray and, sipping it carefully to make sure that there was no poisons, smiled," Where's the food?"

The confused stewardess pointed to the table where the foods were.

He didn't look back, lifting his mask up and turning towards the table, moving towards it without another word.

"You're welcome," The woman growled indignantly and went over to one of the other guests.
Sini said
I thought Upper-Aedirn/ the Vergen Freestate despised Nilfgaard?Also, what are the fates of Henselt and Dethmold?


We are going with the storyline that ends with Henselt surviving the battle of Vergen under the terms that he recognize Upper Aedirn as a free state with Saskia as its ruler. Dethmold, on the other hand is executed on Saskia's orders on the charges of war crimes.
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