Name:
Given Name: Irving Lope
Assumed Name: Slaven Dobroslav
Sex: Male
Age: 38(22 at the start of the apocalypse)
Slaven stands about 6' 0" tall, with a medium build. He keeps his brown hair cut crew style and has been clean shaven for the past twenty years. Slaven's cheeks are slightly sunken. Resting on his strong jaw is a tired and scarred face. His brown eyes stay alert despite the permanent bags under them, earned after innumerable nights spent in a constant alert state. Despite it being over a decade since his peak Slaven is still reasonably well toned and in shape.
Slaven is most often doing some form of dirty work so he prefers to wear a dark tank top or other tight fitting shirt with short or no sleeves. You will almost always find around with waist a tool belt complete with a holster that is never without his model 929. He typically wears jeans or other casual long pants.
Slaven wears a fairly typical hazmat suit and gas mask. From a distance he would look bulkier than most others but on closer inspection Slaven has simply strapped and draped various bags all over his body. Slaven spreads out all of his supplies across his body, not only to try and balance the weight more effectively but also to reduce the chances of losing all of his rations after a single bag is shot or otherwise destroyed. Slaven has done his best to paint or stain his bags and hazmat suit a dark tan color to decrease his visibility.
Gun proficiencies - Most common small arms, most experience with hunting rifles and semi-auto rifles but has working knowledge of SMGs.
Rifleman - Not a sniper but a good shot nonetheless.
Unarmed Combat - Slaven is no ninja but a completely untrained opponent will have little hope against him, against a younger opponent with a mediocre amount of training he has a 50-50 shot.
Explosives - Can't make anything as fancy as a "real" detonator but he knows a few recipes from the anarchist cookbook.
Mechanics - Given the right parts Slaven could replace any part in a car or any other reasonably common apparatus.
First Aid - Provided you don't need immediate surgery Slaven is more likely than not to keep you alive if you are shot.
(In general I'm aiming for a jack of all trades type deal with a more offensive orientation, Slaven isn't going to be repairing or maintaining a computer but if you need to fix a crank driven flashlight he can do it given a screwdriver. I have yet to see the other CSs but I imagine Slaven will be on the older side of the spectrum and won't be as good in combat but has more applicable skills out of combat as he has more life experience.)
Traits:
Middle Aged - In D&D terms -1 str -1 con +1 int +1 wis
Slaven out survived his friends and everyone else because of two things, caution and preparation. Slaven only fights to win and the first step to winning is not losing. Even when most would be sleeping, full content that their camp had a secure perimeter, Slaven lies awake, thinking of some way to penetrate his own security systems, to avoid the booby traps.
Inside the dome Slaven is personable, polite whenever possible and quick to anger. But beneath what would seem like a typical dome attitude lies the outside Slaven, always prepared for an attack, unintentionally keeping everyone in his life at a distance if possible to avoid attachment.
Slaven's mental state is greatly strained at times, even a full decade after the loss of his comrades some days the memories return, everything from visions of his own hands covered in the blood of a fallen friend as Slaven desperately tried to save him, to an oppressive sense of loneliness.
Too tired to rekindle his own fiery ideological passions and never being very spiritual anyway Slaven turns to booze rather than the church.
Backstory:
Irving grew up as the youngest of three children. His life was largely uneventful until he hit his teen years. As a kid he had been fairly quiet and didn't do much to draw attention to himself but as he had grown older his relationship with his parents began to fall apart. Through his painful high school years Irving took the most pleasure in participating in a particular internet forum known for it's extreme communist leanings. The impressionable young Irving was taken in by the fervent idealism and began to dedicate his life to the works of Marx.
On Irving's 18th birthday instead of going to college as his parents wished Irving took off to the midwest United States where he had arranged to live in a self-sustaining commune, which was organized by some of the members of the forum he had frequented. For the next four years instead of getting a degree Irving was given a thorough education in the art of taking back the means of production. Which meant everything from cultivating a farm to crafting home made explosives. During this time Irving cut ties to his family and adopted a new name, Slaven.
The commune didn't live completely in the dark, they heard the rumors about the coming ecological disaster and took the opportunity to expand the underground sections of their compound as well as begin an underground garden. Such measures, however, could not be implemented in time to save the communists from the coming storm. While the communists were physically safe under the ground the garden was simply too small and their supplies couldn't hold out forever. After a year underground they decided to send out a small party to search for one of the rumored domes, cities protected from the toxic atmosphere.
The commune sent five young men on the mission, each of them selected for their relative youth and idealistic fervor. Slaven was among those chosen to go. Fortunately for the expedition the communists had been in the habit of being prepared and had plenty of gas masks and hazard suits to spare that had been purchased in case the commune was on the receiving end of chemical weapons. Packing the hazmat suits and masks along with enough supplies(guns and ammunition included) to last the five of them two months the young communists left the compound in a well maintained automobile.
(Going to be generic here as you have not quite specified where the PCs are all starting)
After a month and a half the young adventurers had finally made it, the car's engine had finally given up the ghost a few days back but that was irrelevant for now. Before the explorers was a structure of biblical proportions. A dome large enough to house a city.
The next order of business was finding a way into the dome. Slaven and his comrades spent weeks looking for maintenance entrances, anything to get to the safe haven of the dome. During this time were the first few firefights the team got involved in. Food outside the dome was hard to come by and competition was brutal. Fortunately for Slaven and the others they were the most highly organized and disciplined group around which resulted in victory after victory.
After finally leaving the compound Slaven could see for himself how radically he had been transformed by his time there. When he had first arrived he had been a slightly awkward teen who was deeply insecure and ambivalent about the world. Now he was strong and the confidence of youth flooded his veins. His comrades were all like brothers to him. Even though the world had ended he was more lively than ever.
Soon the group got their break into the dome as their reputation slowly leaked into the dome's black market. Soon they were running missions for millionaires looking for items that had been excluded from the dome and smuggling them inside.
Despite the equipment made available to them through their new financial backers the competition began to step up its game. The other gangs got tougher, better equipped, more organized, until Slaven lost his first comrade, then another until almost exactly six years since the world ended Slaven was all alone. A 28 year old man with nothing but a pile of guns and bullets to his name.
Slaven's life slowed down, he used his clients' influence to get permanent residence in the dome. Earlier he would have always been on some mission with the others but Slaven adopted a job as a handyman with the occasional "special" job for a former employer here and there.
Over the next ten years Slaven's ideological fervor faded. He had been in an echo chamber most his life but now, alone in his thoughts, he began to grow ambivalent to it all. Slaven still read from his copy of The Manifesto and Dad Kapital regularly but more out of habit and a wish not to betray the memory of his fallen brothers than anything else.
Was communist
Found dome
Entered black market asa hired gun with communist friends
Communist friends got killed
No longer very communist
Living quieter life now
Equipment:
-Commonly occurring objects(anything you are likely to have in a domicile)
-Assorted Ammunition(anywhere from 50-100 rounds of more common calibers)
-One and a half "bulk" boxes of filters(about 60 total filters, including 2-3 duds)
-Mementos
-Hazmat suit
-Gas Mask
-AK-47(uses 7.62 x 39mm rounds, flashlight included)
-S&W Model 929(uses 9mm rounds)
-Rations for 25 days(typical is 10-15 days)
-2x 9mm ammunition box(100 bullets)
-4x 7.62 x 39mm ammunition boxes(80 bullets)
-Portable box of 10 gas filters, 8 random ones off the shelf and 2 backups.(Also how long do filters last in the atmosphere?)
-Communist Manifesto
-Toolbelt
-First aid kit
-Whistle
-Hazmat suit, last functional suit of the ones they took from the compound all those years ago.
-Gas Mask, newer model with built in digital display showing current temp, time(error 503) and the time left on filter. Bought after securing the last known box of twinkies for a client.
-AK-47, saw use in conflicts even before it ended up at the compound. An old and dear friend. Has an attachable flashlight.
-S&W Model 929, Newest member of the crew, capable of easy concealment, can be quickly drawn and fired. Reliable as all hell and quite pretty to boot.
-Has rations for a single person for a month hidden away in his house in the dome.
-Has an old military first aid kit from the 2020s
-Has a respectable set of tools(screwdrivers, a hammer, reasonably common tools) and a belt to carry them on.
-Last known copy of The Communist Manifesto.
-A whistle, Alexei loved to blow the whistle every god damn morning, I remember the day I learned that I loved when he blew the whistle too.
-Two dice, took a lot for Maxim to quit gambling
-Gameboy cartridge - swiped from my sister, fuck.
-Hula Girl - Isaak had a habit of picking up junk.
-Stopwatch cover - Vitaly used to joke about finding the watch this goes to, I wonder if it is still out there.
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