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7 yrs ago
Current i.imgur.com/iacvHug.jpg this is probably the greatest cosplay to ever make me irrationally angry
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8 yrs ago
8 yrs ago
Thought: A Hamilton-esque comedy-musical about the Russian Revolution, from Trotsky's point of view. Lenin would take a Washington-type role, the Tsar would be King George, and Stalin is Jefferson
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8 yrs ago
@Ophidian How do you think I feel? I'm 40-odd years behind you, and that STILL holds true for me.
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8 yrs ago
oi, fuk off m8. Don't see me coming into the status bar, shitting all over YOUR nation's political ideology.
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Just here for a bit of roleplay occasionally. I have an odd schedule, so please don't get too upset if I disappear. I'll do my best to let you know beforehand, though.

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Do I get to learn to fly? YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Eaten by a cat.
Jailed because birb.
Granted, but its Holy to a church that you don't follow, making it useless to you.

I wish for the essence of creation.
Banned for recently joining! (For real though, welcome to the guild! :D)
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Elarin sighed when the AI asked for Ice Cream. The thing was always making random requests, and it never ceased to get on Elarin's nerves when it did so. Luckily, Will showed up just as Elarin was about to point out the worthlessness of the AI's request, and asked Elarin how he was holding up. Elarin looked to the swarm of Bees next to him and stated. "Well, it took the co-ordinates without any fuss this time, so hopefully it'll get there when I turn the autopilot on. As for myself, I'm gonna try and get some sleep after we get going. This next trip is short enough that I think the autopilot can handle it, but I guess we'll see. Now, if you've got the Ice Cream thing handled, I'm headed to my bunk." With that, Elarin walked off from the bridge, and headed straight for his room.

Elarin's room was a peculiar one, well suited for the reptiloid's physiological nature, with heatlamps all across the ceiling, a bed designed for flat lounging, with a video screen across from it for entertainment purposes, and a minifridge filled with an assortment of snacks. A few bottles of caffeine pills were scattered about, most half-empty at best. Elarin stepped in, flicked on the heatlamps, and flopped down onto the lounger belly-down, his eyelids closing, and his tongue occasionally flicking out from his mouth.

Well, it would seem the time had once again come to take up a political stance in the name of wrestling, and Ivan the Terrible, as he had become known, was ready. With the cameras recording everything they said and wrote, Ivan knew it was his chance to play "The People's Hero", before brutally crushing any hope for democracy or benefits for the weak under his heel.

Stepping to the forefront of the meeting, Ivan slammed a meaty fist onto the table, nearly shattering it in the process. "We should secure the People's rights." Ivan said in a thick accent, a statement that would catch any who knew him well enough off-guard, before recognizing his usual tricks. "Citizens of our great nation need to be sure that their best interests are kept at the forefront of our minds, and their opinions should always be taken into consideration." As he spoke, he picked up a pen, and wrote across his document.

All Citizens shall have access to proper medical, safety, and welfare services and resources. Any Citizen that cannot provide for themselves shall be provided for by others. The health, safety, and care of the people shall be the utmost priority of the government. All citizens shall have a representative of their region, who will fight for their best wishes.

With that, Ivan folded up the document, and tucked it into his left wrestling boot for safekeeping. As he walked towards the food table he stated "Any who disagree that the people's will should be our top priority, I shall see you in the ring."

As Ivan stood at the food table, he ensured no one was within visible distance of what he was about to do. Carefully, he pulled out a second piece of paper, and proceeded to write down a second Constitution that was the exact OPPOSITE of all the rights he had requested for the citizens. He tucked this paper into his right boot when no one was looking, gathered a bowl of food, and began to dine.
Name: Viktor Sergeyevich Bezrodny
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Ethnicity/Nationality: Russian
Former Unit: Serzhánt(OR-5 in NATO), 45th Guards Detached Spetsnaz Brigade
Role: Breaching Specialist

Physical Description:
Viktor stands at 6 feet and 2 inches, with a weight of 193 pounds. His physical features are distinctly Slavic in nature, and many can guess that he is Russian before he even speaks. He maintains a quality physical condition. His hair is a neatly-cut ashy-blonde, and he has a properly trimmed beard. When not in uniform, he commonly wears older fatigue pants with various t-shirts, and keeps his old Russian Airborne beret either on his head or one of his pockets. In rare moments that one might catch him without a top on, they'll find he has the 45th Guards Spetsnaz Brigade patch tattooed upon his back. He has a scar indicating a handgun round on his left leg, and tends to favor it slightly when he walks.


Skillset:
- Airborne Deployment, including HALO and HAHO jumps, as well as BASE jumping
- Reconnaissance
- Counter-insurgent activities
- Urban combat, specializing in breaching and clearing actions
- Small Unit Tactics
- Close-Quarters Fighting, specializing in building-to-building
- Systema Spetsnaz martial arts trained
- Primarily trained with Eastern Bloc/Russian weaponry, received some training in American firearms during a joint-training program with US Special Forces in 2012.
- Fluent in Russian, Speaks and understands basic English, has begun studying French since joining with the PMC


History:
Born in 1978, and raised in Moscow, Viktor has only ever known the Russian way of life for most of his life. His father had been conscripted shortly after his birth, and spent the next 10 years in Afghanistan, fighting a losing battle for the Soviets. His mother fared well at raising him, and by the time his father returned, Viktor was a model child.

The collapse of the USSR and the formation of the Russian Federation was rather inconsequential to Viktor and his family. The only real impact was that his father's medals now referred to a nonexistent nation, and that his father had gotten a much better job after the transition.

Because Viktor's father loved to regale him with war stories as he grew older, Viktor was quickly ensnared in the idea of the military life. Upon turning 18, Viktor volunteered with the Russian Armed Forces, and was sent off to basic training. Viktor's first deployment was in the Second Chechen War, and there he would lose his eager demeanor on military life.

Serving for all ten years of the Second Chechen War as infantry, Viktor witnessed firsthand the destruction caused on a modern battlefield. However, instead of making him bitter, it refocused his energy into newfound patriotism for his country, which led to his continued service.

Due to great performance in the Second Chechen War, Viktor was inducted into the 45th Guards Detached Spetsnaz Brigade, a joint unit between the Russian GRU, and the Airborne Troops. After receiving necessary training, Viktor found himself back in the Caucasus region, this time fighting rogue insurgents and terrorists aligned with the Caucasus Emirate. Viktor's role in this conflict would ultimately end in 2012, as a new assignment was prepared for him and others.

Starting in 2012, various members of the Russian Armed Forces began unofficial operations in Eastern Ukraine, starting in Crimea and progressing to the Donbass area over the course of several years. Viktor's unit was given orders to operate without any identifying insignia, and to deny any involvement with the Russian government. After engaging in these clandestine operations in Ukraine for four years, Viktor would be forced to leave after taking a handgun round to his left leg during a firefight. This would lead to his retirement from the Russian military. Not wanting to give up the military lifestyle he was so accustomed to, Viktor tried to get his name out into the world of PMCs.


Psychological Profile:
Viktor enjoys the military lifestyle, and that shows. He regularly tells tales about his days in the Russian Armed Forces, shares jokes that span across the military lifestyle, and will talk at great length about various topics pertaining to the military. His boisterous attitude is often accompanied by dark humor that while others might find it unsettling, he sees it as good fun. In the field, his attitude is far more serious, wanting to focus directly on the task at hand, and often shrugging off or barking angrily at jokes he easily would have laughed at before. Political discourse is one area where he can become particularly antagonistic, as he is a staunch Russian patriot, and fails to see the flaws others do in the Russian Federation.


Equipment:
- Saiga-12 in the 12K 030 configuration featuring a vertical foregrip, flashlight, and mounted combat sight, preferring the Kalash design over the alternative offered.
- Sig Sauer P226 with flashlight attachment
- Various breaching equipment including a hammer and door-blowing charges
- An assortment of stun and flash grenades, for room and building clearing.
- Standard equipment loadout for uniform, armor, carrying gear, etc.
@HeySeussI've included the Second Chechen War, counter-terror activities in the North Caucuses, and clandestine operations in Ukraine as part of his backstory. Here's the sheet BTW:


@NoxiousI'm working on a Russian Spetsnaz right now. Trying to hammer out a backstory I like, but it'll be done by today for sure.
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