Name(s): (King) Nikolai Pofski, High-Protector, Righteous Tyrant, Harbinger of Security, and Leader of Giants and Men.
Appearance: 7 feet tall, powerfully built, and covered in scars, were it not for his taste in clothing, tobacco, and facial hair, he would look more like a gladiator than a ruler. What sets him apart is his formalwear: A black trench coat, complete with a colorful array of shiny military badges, patches, and complete with fringey, prestigious shoulderpads, stars included. This is to say nothing of his taste in fine loafers, patriotically decorated peaked caps (Or a black slouch hat for when shit gets
especially real) and jet black ties.
He has extraordinarily well-kempt hair, combed back, with a touch of gray on either temple, and a glorious, thick mustache that runs down around his mouth like a horseshoe mustache and then along his chin up into sideburns. There's also the aviator shades, the pipe, and the slight discoloration on his stern, big-boned, heavy-browed face where burns and bullet wounds used to be just in case he didn't strike enough of a horrendously imposing figure. He dresses formally at all times unless he has literally no other options. He is the face of Masvodska to a judgemental outside world, and he must represent diligently.
Faction: The Lost Worlds Alliance
Abilities:
Masvodskan: It has been known since the medieval ages when the kingdom of Masvodska, (Then a small, up-and-coming kingdom along the coast of the Odskas) headed out to conquer lands off-continent, that the Masvodskans weren't human. This was apparent not only on the battlefield, but after, when Masvodskan settlers were found to be incapable of producing offspring with natives. Fossil evidence was later found supporting the theory that Masvodskans are the dwarfed form of Homo Gigantus (the common mountain giant) which evolved to reduce the need for food during the ice age... Which has yet to end in Masvodska to this very day. They certainly share many traits with their enormous cousins, such as thick, sturdy bones, an incredible stamina, a quick healing factor, (Big wounds take days to heal, not seconds. Papercuts visibly disappear, though.) and the ability to digest most organic matter, cooked or otherwise... Basically, Masvodskans are naturally tough to kill, and 6-7 feet tall is the norm.
Super Serum: Having taken this bio-enhancement serum for years longer than (and several doses over) the suggested exposure time, scientists are still trying to figure out the extent of the effects on his body and why Pofski's heart hasn't ruptured (they believe it may have something to do with his heart being made of naturally occurring, metallic fibers) Pofski has incredible strength, (bench presses up to 11.5 tons) realtime perception and a reaction speed to match. He is capable of physically digesting harmful poisons, diseases, and energies as well. This has been demonstrated during his battles ghostly historical figures, his astounding lack of death from the multitude of poisonous animals left in his bedroom by assassins, his long history of "foreign aid" during zombie virus outbreaks, and his ongoing war with the purple creatures on his moon colony. As an example of his spectacular durability and resilience, he once charged through 3 or 4 shotgun blasts like a bear. With immediate and extensive medical attention, he made a full recovery 6 months later. In tall tales he is often described as a man who rattles like a maraca from the amount of bullets he's taken.
Psychic Diodes: Ever a paranoid man, (and rightly so, since he had many personal and international enemies in his home world) he had gone so far as to take experimental, cybernetic brain enhancements to enhance his perception. He can listen in to conversations from long distances and through walls, detect the presence of organisms, and, much to his delight, perform the Vulcan Nerve Pinch. He is prone to tics and spasms at inopportune times, and his short-term memory is even worse than it used to be. He smokes to keep his nerves cool and keep this from happening, but at the rate his body combats poisons, it's unlikely that this does anything other than make him look like a cold-war-era dictator... Which he kind of is.
Skills: The King is King for a reason. He won his title in a long, bloody rebellion against a corrupt leader that spanned the entire continent. He is an efficient survivalist, and absolutely deadly with most weapons, from kitchen utensiles to swords, to guns, and even his bare hands, to a degree that rivals even highly trained individuals of his own strength or greater. He is bilingual, well-read in Masvodskan literature and the scientific journals of his homeworld, (always looking for new weapons...) a fair painter, blower of smoke rings, and polo-player. (Though, if the subject of sport is brought up, he won't hesitate to mention that he is a natural-born rugby player.) He fancies himself a modern renaissance man.
Equipment:
He usually carries a standard assault rifle (Or a goddamn LMG, to someone of more human strength and proportions) with him, which serves him well enough. For ceremonial reasons (as well as specialized purposes) he also carries an
enormous hunk of gun (enormous as in even
he could barely hold onto it with two hands before he started taking the serum) called the
Royal Revolver, made after the Royal Sword was destroyed in the last battle of the Masvodskan civil war. It has a few interchangeable settings for explosive, incendiary, and armor-piercing rounds. Since he is on the warpath, he's brought a sharp, balanced Fighting Entrencher
(tm Masvodsco), two big, aggressive-looking combat/survival knives, and his calling card: Masvodskan standards and
flags. The man means business!
Personality: Pofski is blunt, aggressive, brutal, and an ardent perfectionist. He often flies into a rage whenever he makes a mistake, and... Well, isn't exactly stable up there. He values the long life and the physical, financial, and mental safety of Masvodska above
all else, and having witnessed the death of so many of his people and his family members, he has paid incredible prices, including his mind and body, to some extent. He is ten times as idealistic and protective as he was before the enhancements, and one hundred times as much as he was before the war.
Short Bio: King Pofski's journey into the multiverse(s) started when he commissioned a team of top scientists to further experiment with subspace technology, an anomalous, and fairly dubious construct capable of imploding entire towns, which was used during the days when Masvodska declared total war on Maxtopia... Which inadvertantly imploded most of the country and replaced it with another nation that had been folded in from another paralell universe. After years and years of negotiations, Pofski finally agreed to find a way to perform a "controlled detonation" in order to send the strange new country back home... Unfortunately, during one of the experiments he came to watch, one of the quantum computers they were using miscalculated, and tore a hole in reality.
In short, Pofski met with aliens, learned about a terrible force that threatened to consume his people, and then gathered up what weapons and equipment he could before charging in. However, reality has an amazing propensity for healing at the most story-convenient times, and the portal closed before his massive army could follow him in... Perhaps it is for the best: The last thing the omniverse needs at this stage is more than one Masvodskan.
Universe of Origin: Nationstates
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