Post by Epicus Doomicus Bentleyficus on Jan 26, 2011 10:56:42 GMT -5
Name: Boris Ignatovich Vezirov
Age: 26
Faction Affinity: Loner (I assume these are stalkers, right?)
Height: 1.87 m
Weight: 82kg
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Piercings: "I'm not into all that stuff"
Tattoos: "A what now?"
Scars: "Thank God, no."
Mental Illness: "Thank Merciful God on the Heavens above, no!"
Physical Description: A blonde fellow of average height and weight in his twenties with a merry-go-lucky look on his "mustache-adorned" face and a blissfully dim posture which reflects his general attitude towards pretty-much everything. His shabby green "Vietnam" jacket and over-sized green-and-brown camouflage-pattern cargoes make his appearance seem rather awkward, akin to that of an average couch-potato on a weekend camping trip with his pals. Add to that a hefty old double-barrel rifle hanging off an ancient swivel and you have a gung-ho fresh-from-the-outside-world rookie called Boris.
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Back Story: Boris is yet another one of those young "underachievers" who spend the first half of their life in a favored "hanging spot" in an alley, on a kiddie playground or in some condemned den of dishevelment, drinking and smoking until his body gives in and forces him to go home and abuse the wife. Or rather, he would have become one, if he had not sneaked under the nose of an Exclusion Zone outpost commander whilst the latter was receiving a bribe from a strange man clad in a bullet-ridden green suit. Setting his mind on one of those suits, he found his way to the so-called "Rookie Village" in the Cordon Militarized Area, where he soon met a wizened, though mysterious old trader called Sidorovich and started to do petty tasks for him, such as fetching some ammunition to a group of stalkers or taking a bribe to the military outpost. Sidorovich, on one occasion rewarded him with an old double-barrel TOZ-34 mark shotgun, which he now carries around everywhere, keeping a multitude of different cartridges in his pocket. Having already learned how to aim, shoot, reload and clean the barrels properly, he was now pretty much ready to make trips past the upper barrier. However, he has had no luck in finding anyone to come along with him and help him traverse the dangers of the "Garbage" area, a first obstacle on his way to the North. With these terms in mind, he has been preparing to make the trip on his own.
Age: 26
Faction Affinity: Loner (I assume these are stalkers, right?)
Height: 1.87 m
Weight: 82kg
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Piercings: "I'm not into all that stuff"
Tattoos: "A what now?"
Scars: "Thank God, no."
Mental Illness: "Thank Merciful God on the Heavens above, no!"
Physical Description: A blonde fellow of average height and weight in his twenties with a merry-go-lucky look on his "mustache-adorned" face and a blissfully dim posture which reflects his general attitude towards pretty-much everything. His shabby green "Vietnam" jacket and over-sized green-and-brown camouflage-pattern cargoes make his appearance seem rather awkward, akin to that of an average couch-potato on a weekend camping trip with his pals. Add to that a hefty old double-barrel rifle hanging off an ancient swivel and you have a gung-ho fresh-from-the-outside-world rookie called Boris.
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Back Story: Boris is yet another one of those young "underachievers" who spend the first half of their life in a favored "hanging spot" in an alley, on a kiddie playground or in some condemned den of dishevelment, drinking and smoking until his body gives in and forces him to go home and abuse the wife. Or rather, he would have become one, if he had not sneaked under the nose of an Exclusion Zone outpost commander whilst the latter was receiving a bribe from a strange man clad in a bullet-ridden green suit. Setting his mind on one of those suits, he found his way to the so-called "Rookie Village" in the Cordon Militarized Area, where he soon met a wizened, though mysterious old trader called Sidorovich and started to do petty tasks for him, such as fetching some ammunition to a group of stalkers or taking a bribe to the military outpost. Sidorovich, on one occasion rewarded him with an old double-barrel TOZ-34 mark shotgun, which he now carries around everywhere, keeping a multitude of different cartridges in his pocket. Having already learned how to aim, shoot, reload and clean the barrels properly, he was now pretty much ready to make trips past the upper barrier. However, he has had no luck in finding anyone to come along with him and help him traverse the dangers of the "Garbage" area, a first obstacle on his way to the North. With these terms in mind, he has been preparing to make the trip on his own.
