GodOfChaos

The Fantasy Isles

Just be careful of Ulvkil

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I know I respond fast. I pretty much got out of a long writers block episode, so now I am on a giant RP crave and I can't help it. >.>

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After examining the woman a little closer, he came to the conclusion that this was a purposal to become allies, or friends. He noticed the rifle on her back. He noticed that she was gripping her machete tighter, for he could tail the difference in skin tone where her knuckles and the rest of her hand were. Another man topped it off. "Sorry mate, I don't speak that. English, please?" He automatically assumed that the woman was from Britain. Right when he was about to lower his firearm another individual came out, a man, with another sharp object gripped in his hand. He immediately swung his firearm between the two. He thought that this was gonna get messy.

Two Brits and a Russian, what could go wrong? After they exchanged a few words, he let the rifle drop to his side, letting the sling catch it so it wouldn't hit the ground. He made a slow walk towards the group. He took his mask off and let it hang from his jacket. Viktor wanted to put on a more friendly face, but to show that he was obviously still cautious and he didn't quite trust them just yet, he let his hand rest on his pistol grip, so if things did get hairy, he could put an end to it. "I am sorry for the hostile action." His accent was thick, yet understandable. "I hope this wasn't a bad first impression." Viktor didn't care about these people just yet, and he knew the same was for him. There were now three options to go along with this, he could walk away with one comrade, two comrades, or himself. Viktor's only fear is a repeat of what happened last time he was with survivors. It was either him, or them. This case was a little different, for now.

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It was roughly quiet, aside from the muffled screams of a boat gaining distance on him. After enjoying the architecture this place had to offer, and listening to nothing but his boots, Viktor began to slow down. He thought he heard footsteps. Viktor couldn't seem to ignore the sound.

A louder noise came from behind him, and then another. Realizing it was an actual human, Viktor spun around, his rifle aimed straight at the person who had snuck up on him. He looked towards the buildings, setting in a quick analysis of the area around him. He concluded that this individual was a lone wolf. He wasn't sure what language she spoke, so he spoke his native language. It was roughly quiet, aside from the muffled screams of a boat gaining distance on him. After enjoying the architecture this place had to offer, and listening to nothing but his boots, Viktor began to slow down. He thought he heard footsteps. Viktor couldn't seem to ignore the sound.

A louder noise came from behind him, and then another. Realizing it was an actual human, Viktor spun around, his rifle aimed straight at the person who had snuck up on him. He looked towards the buildings, setting in a quick analysis of the area around him. He concluded that this individual was a lone wolf. He wasn't sure what language she spoke, so he spoke his native language. "Ты кто? Ты следила за мной?" His voice was slightly muffled from the mask. He studied the woman. A machete was in her hand and she may have been the person to kick that boat out. This was going to go one of two ways. They would either join eachother in a fight for survival, or they one person was walking away with extra supplies. Either way, Viktor was ready.

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Ulvkil followed his buddy out of the clearing and back into the pines. He was on the look out for large groups of foreigners. He was not goint to allow others to settle in his land. Ulvkil's prt stopped in front of what appeared to be a fallen tree, a resource left over by the last group of settlers.

Upon further insepction, Ulvkil noticed that it was chopped in the middle. The log wasn't huge, but it would be quite heavy for the average person. Ulvkil wasn't average. He lined the chopped log up and picked up the two parts. He crossed the road once more, whistling wrather loudly to call for his snow furred friend, who came sprinting after him. For now, it was back to the village.

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@LostDestiny I am staying in my village in the northern mountains.

For now.

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The viking lifted his head and let the cold wind hit his face. Ulvkil had been in these mountains his entire life and he loved it. He never got bored of the place he has grown up in. There had been quite a few people that had passed through these mountains, and a lot of them avoided a village in the mountains. No one wanted to trust the vikings, but those who have and those who still do hear great tales and get a good deal through trades. Ulvkil made his way out of the village and towards the pines. He was alone with his pup for now. For now he was just observing the forest. He wondered how these trees were able to grow in such a cold environment. A person would think that the trees are glass, and a single hit could break them. Ulvkil looked back to keep an eye on the smoke of the village, to make sure the fires were still lit. He made his way into a clearing and his dog started feeling playful. He jumped and rolled around in the snow, making Ulvkil's hearty laugh escape his mouth. He didn't realize how loud he was, and he didn't know or care if anyone was around him. This life of his wasn't quiet, but it wasn't rough either. He had gotten by every day, for he had no idea what was happening in the jungles or the plains below him and his people.

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A man shot up from the hard wood floor of a small house. A rifle was already in his hands and the safety was clicked off. The man had it raised, the stock stuck to his shoulder and his cheek was resting on it. Both eyes were wide open and he looked around, shifting his body when he had to look behind him. The man slowly got to a crouching position before slowly standing up. He turned the safety on and he lowered his rifle, letting it drop to his side as the sling caught it. The man had already let his guard down, shrugging it off as part of the dream. The man grabbed his dog tags and seemed to compare it to his comrades. "Viktor Anatolievich Kovshevnikov" was etched on the dog tags hanging around his neck. He wiped the beads of sweat that dropped off of his face. Last night, Viktor had the best sleep since boot camp, well, aside from the nightmare that he experienced.

Viktor slipped on the mask, that he was given before leaving HQ, and put his hood up. He wandered through the house he had slept in that night, the house that looked completely okay on the outside. The inside looks like it had just been through a tornado simulator and there were holes in the walls. Some were so small that Viktor believed them to be bullets. A few of the larger holes seemed to have taken a shotgun blast. He stopped in a somewhat narrow hallway. Down by his feet was a picture, it looked like a seen from the movies, the glass that the picture frame had held was shattered. He lifted the picture to examine it. Two children, a miserable teen, and smiling parents were in the picture. Viktor smiled slightly from under the mask at the picture, hoping that they had made it to a safe haven before this place became infested.

THUMP

Viktor dropped the picture and let it flutter to the ground. He quickly reached down and whipped out his knife. He slowly backed his way from the hall, believing the sound was just around the corner. But a light and quick growling noise showed that the creature was sitting at the top of the stairs. Viktor stopped in his tracks and turned his head very slowly. There it was, a man, probably the same size and facial features, well what was left of his face, as the man in the picture. Immediately, Viktor realized that he had slept in a house with the possibility the whole family was still here. The man-creature began walking down the steps of staircase, acting as if Viktor had not a single place to run. Viktor was frozen, he didn't move. The ugly beast had stopped in the middle of the steps and Viktor slowly crouched and placed his knife back where it belonged. They were playing a staring game and Viktor knew he was about to lose.

In a quick motion, Viktor ran towards the door, throwing a table down behind him and swinging the door open. He didn't bother closing it and he started to run as fast as he could through the street. The abomination went to chase after him, missing a step and tumbling all the way to the foot of the stares. Unfortunately, it had gotten up, and tripped over the table before hauling ass out of the door after Viktor. Viktor didn't look back, he slid over hoods and jumped onto cars as needed, trying to put as many obstacles and as much space in between him and the flesh eating monster. Viktor used a rear view mirror to look behind him as he was running. The thing wasn't in his sight, so he took a sharp right, almost falling from not slowing down enough. Viktor took off through an ally and took another sharp right. Viktor slowed down to avoid running into water. He quickly observed his surroundings and went off into his left, completely missing the girl that had been walking towards him from his right. He brought his pace to a light jog, his boots softly clicking as his feet hit the ground.

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I was waiting for others to post before I did.

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Viktor Anatolievich Kovshevnikov

Name:
Viktor Anatolievich Kovshevnikov
Age:
26
Gender:
Male
Looks:

Apperance

Sexuality:
Straight
Personality:
Viktor has a mentality of showing no mercy. Getting into bad situations with him will be difficult to get out of. He will let you know when you get him angry, and he only allows one warning. When he says he will do something, he will do it. Viktor lacks a sense of humor and doesn't smile an awful lot. His face can seem unfriendly, especially with what is recently going on. He tends to be a risk taker and leaves behind those that don't keep up. Viktor does have a soft side, even if he won't admit it. With all the recent chaos, there are no guarantees that you will get on his good side. Viktor is probably one of the most formidable allies to have in times like these.
Bio:
Originally, Viktor was sent in with a squad of men to take in civilians and direct them to safe haven. They were supposed to be a relief force to the area. They were joined by a few German soldiers they had run into along the way. The story was that command had cut off communications with them and left them to die. The leader of the Russian squad at the time, Captain Edik Yakovich, decided that they would be a good crew to have with them, especially for the fact that they knew their way around the area. After about a week or two, and only signs of cannibalistic hell spawns, the German soldiers became odd. According to the captain, they were planning to turn on the squad. Viktor and one of his comrades killed them with their own knives that night. They left the group as food for the crazies and decided to bug out towards the outskirts of town.

Within the next two weeks, Viktor had only two men on their side, and no communication with their original command post, which was over ran during the third week of the Spetsnaz groups operation. The Captain and a sergeant got into a quarrel and eventually all both men had guns pointed at each other. They even drew their side arms and pointed it at Viktor. During the heat of yelling and looking at each other, Viktor drew his side arm and without hesitation raised both of his weapons and put a bullet in their heads. He took what he thought was necessary and took off.

Recently, things have gotten worse and Viktor is just aiming to survive. He is trying to do what he can to live. He has had to kill people because of his distrust in them. He has lived off of food from others and he has been able to conserve much of his ammo. He has decided that he will try and find a few people to get used to. His new goal is to get a save haven going, for he has realized that the only chance humanity has, is by working together.
Past Occupation:
A soldier with the Spetsnaz GRU.
Weapons:
An AKMS (Rifle in the picture) along with a MP-443 Grach, resting in a thigh holster on his right leg, and a Kizlyar DV-2 sitting on his left boot. He has six spare magazines for his AKMS, which are empty and only seven bullets in his current magazine. He has three spare magazines for his MP-443 Grach, which are also empty, except for the full magazine which is already in the pistol.
Inventory:
Besides the pouches on his vest that carry magazines, he also has a flashlight which is almost dead, with a spare pair of batteries he picked up off of a fellow comrade. The batteries are at half life. The rest of his stuff is in his backpack. He carries a canteen, a basic first aid kit, three MREs, rope with a carabiner clip, a fire starting kit, and a few extra filters for his gas mask.
Other:
N/A