Post by jackredding on Jan 22, 2011 9:42:29 GMT -5
Name: Rookie
Age: 22
Faction Affinity: Loner
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 175lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Tattoos: A
Scars: N/A
Mental Illness: N/A
Physical Description: Rookie is of a moderate height with a lean, athletic build. His oddly wide round blue eyes, and medium length raven black hair, which he often ties up into a pony tail, makes him seem mild by appearance. Wearing a plain black tank top, mid-shin length combat boots and a ratty pair of old flecktarn camouflage fatigues, one would certainly be able to pick him out of a crowd. Rookie's physical attributes are best regarded as being quick and agile but only just enough for him to stay a step ahead of the crowd.
Back Story:
Born twenty two years ago, Rookie, formerly known as Mikhail Sokolov, was raised in a military household. His father, a retired cold war spetsnaz operative, pushed him through a literal hell, training him in hand to hand combat and in his weapon of choice; the rifle. The way his father argued it, was that no son of his was going to be some lazy video game playing chip chewing fat ass and when your father could pretty much kill you with a pretzel, you tend not to argue with the man and just comply. Even so, it was a kind of family bonding; in a really scary, brutal and downright harsh sort of way. Thank god his father didn't go full contact, full force or Rookie wouldn't be here, sitting at a campfire and joking with other loners.
You see, He had a falling out with his father around his twenty first birthday. The old man had not surprisingly, gotten him an interview with the army for enlistment. Being the logical and mature adult that he is. Rookie took off like a bat outta hell. He wandered for quite some time across Russia taking in the sights and sounds and scenery, but something felt out of place. Upon traveling for a few more months, trying to get as much distance between him and his father he heard of the zone from several people. Hell, they weren't just talking about it they were also talking about the wonders that the place held riches and valuables that could make a man richer then any of their wildest dreams and Rookie. He bit the hook and it reeled him in.
It took him quite some time, nearly a full year to find the place that these people had talked about; The zone. Located in and around Chernobyl, it was for a lack of a better word. Creepy. Mikhail had no trouble sneaking past the military sentries and patrols and barbed wired fences, to get into this place and it was quite dull almost like a prison had they been lying when they said this place was full of valuables because to him it looked kind of barren. However he had found within the first two hours of walking and searching, and even more searching; a rusted, beat up Tokarev svt-40 and a beat up looking tt-33. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, unless it has an obvious cavity he took them. Figured he could make a few rubles, selling them for scrap.
Arriving at what he soon noticed to be a large camp of other people not like the military grunts but green and new to this place like him. Turns out, he wandered into cordon and all at once one of the rookie stalkers, pointed him to a small bunker near the back of the village and all at once, Mikhail wandered towards it. There he met the fat, cheap ska- I mean, the suave businessman Sidorovich. The man quickly put him to a few menial tasks; Delivering food, taking care of a few boars, to you know, getting him ready for the rest of the zone should he explore further. He had forgotten his salvage at Sidorovich's outpost and when he gotten back after a few days of doing the man's deliveries and taking care of critters, he returned to find out that his payment consisted of those two weapons; fully repaired, with fresh ammunition to go with them. Probably the man's way of weaseling out of having to fork over some actual cash.
However, Mikhail was undaunted by this and instead, looked towards the prospects of delving deeper into the zone. The garbage area in particular. To him, there was plenty of chances to scavenge and loot the ruins of Chernobyl for valuables both common as sand, and as rare as diamond. But he didn't want to do it out of greed, he did it because he wanted an easy life, away from the hardships and corruption of the Russian Government. But, would he find what he was looking for in this wasteland or will just wind up another victim of the zone? Well, that's another story for another time my friend.
weapon proficiencies: Tokarev SVT-40 & tt-33
Age: 22
Faction Affinity: Loner
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 175lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Tattoos: A
Scars: N/A
Mental Illness: N/A
Physical Description: Rookie is of a moderate height with a lean, athletic build. His oddly wide round blue eyes, and medium length raven black hair, which he often ties up into a pony tail, makes him seem mild by appearance. Wearing a plain black tank top, mid-shin length combat boots and a ratty pair of old flecktarn camouflage fatigues, one would certainly be able to pick him out of a crowd. Rookie's physical attributes are best regarded as being quick and agile but only just enough for him to stay a step ahead of the crowd.
Back Story:
Born twenty two years ago, Rookie, formerly known as Mikhail Sokolov, was raised in a military household. His father, a retired cold war spetsnaz operative, pushed him through a literal hell, training him in hand to hand combat and in his weapon of choice; the rifle. The way his father argued it, was that no son of his was going to be some lazy video game playing chip chewing fat ass and when your father could pretty much kill you with a pretzel, you tend not to argue with the man and just comply. Even so, it was a kind of family bonding; in a really scary, brutal and downright harsh sort of way. Thank god his father didn't go full contact, full force or Rookie wouldn't be here, sitting at a campfire and joking with other loners.
You see, He had a falling out with his father around his twenty first birthday. The old man had not surprisingly, gotten him an interview with the army for enlistment. Being the logical and mature adult that he is. Rookie took off like a bat outta hell. He wandered for quite some time across Russia taking in the sights and sounds and scenery, but something felt out of place. Upon traveling for a few more months, trying to get as much distance between him and his father he heard of the zone from several people. Hell, they weren't just talking about it they were also talking about the wonders that the place held riches and valuables that could make a man richer then any of their wildest dreams and Rookie. He bit the hook and it reeled him in.
It took him quite some time, nearly a full year to find the place that these people had talked about; The zone. Located in and around Chernobyl, it was for a lack of a better word. Creepy. Mikhail had no trouble sneaking past the military sentries and patrols and barbed wired fences, to get into this place and it was quite dull almost like a prison had they been lying when they said this place was full of valuables because to him it looked kind of barren. However he had found within the first two hours of walking and searching, and even more searching; a rusted, beat up Tokarev svt-40 and a beat up looking tt-33. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, unless it has an obvious cavity he took them. Figured he could make a few rubles, selling them for scrap.
Arriving at what he soon noticed to be a large camp of other people not like the military grunts but green and new to this place like him. Turns out, he wandered into cordon and all at once one of the rookie stalkers, pointed him to a small bunker near the back of the village and all at once, Mikhail wandered towards it. There he met the fat, cheap ska- I mean, the suave businessman Sidorovich. The man quickly put him to a few menial tasks; Delivering food, taking care of a few boars, to you know, getting him ready for the rest of the zone should he explore further. He had forgotten his salvage at Sidorovich's outpost and when he gotten back after a few days of doing the man's deliveries and taking care of critters, he returned to find out that his payment consisted of those two weapons; fully repaired, with fresh ammunition to go with them. Probably the man's way of weaseling out of having to fork over some actual cash.
However, Mikhail was undaunted by this and instead, looked towards the prospects of delving deeper into the zone. The garbage area in particular. To him, there was plenty of chances to scavenge and loot the ruins of Chernobyl for valuables both common as sand, and as rare as diamond. But he didn't want to do it out of greed, he did it because he wanted an easy life, away from the hardships and corruption of the Russian Government. But, would he find what he was looking for in this wasteland or will just wind up another victim of the zone? Well, that's another story for another time my friend.
weapon proficiencies: Tokarev SVT-40 & tt-33