Post by Epicus Doomicus Bentleyficus on Apr 9, 2011 16:41:05 GMT -5
Name: Alexey "Sakut" Sinani
Age: 49
Faction Affinity: Loner (I guess)
Height: 1.86
Weight: 52
Hair Color: Light ash
Eye Color: Very dark brown, borderline black
Piercings: -
Tattoos: "''Al d'ateft atfu'kh, v'sof m'tifaikh ytufun", spanning over his entire chest, written in Arameic
Scars: Several large, though unnaturally precise scars running all over his body. The largest scar, however is a disgusting keloid spanning from his right hip to his knee
Mental State: Zealous, psychopathic devotion; periodic, yet strong schizophrenic hallucinations
Physical Description: If you consider a slouched skeletal-like figure, akin in appearance to a medieval leper a sight for sore eyes, then by all means go make friends with this man, for you are a disgusting little freak who needs a great deal of lessons in aesthetics. With a sloppy, graying skullet receding into the back of his head and a pair of horribly misshapen jaws filled with what might have been perceived as teeth twenty years ago, the face of this man leaves nothing but the best impressions on those who meet him. Underneath that ragtag brown overcoat he hides a multitude of weird, self-inflicted scars, amongst whom is a gruesome keloid on his right leg. Bottom line - ugly.
Pre-Zone picture
Back Story: Sakut is a very loathed name in the Kharkiv underground, shown by the army of gutter-dwellers who gather round when that particular name is spoken out loud. Everyone who had the chance to meet him knows that the man is both physically and socially repulsive, with interests that glorify the macabre, perverted and odious. He was born to a family of Syrian immigrants, doctors by profession. Their second son, while not that much of a social out-goer never really showed any signs of the "affliction" that would grope him later. It was only in when he started college that he truly changed. His "alienation" from society was furthermore helped by the fact that he literally disappeared from the public eye, dropping out of university and severing all contacts with the remainder of his worldly acquaintances. With interest fueled by books describing the wicked arcane arts smuggled in from both east and west this potentially promising young man soon degenerated into a vile piece of human vermin. He began to delusively draw conclusions built upon twisted perceptions of justice which he would later adopt as a codex of living. In his world, there was nothing but a ravaged landscape degenerated by "evil" and "injustice". With a severe quasi-Messiah-vindicator complex permanently branded into his mind there was no room for any social redemption. He fled Kharkiv, pursued by the misdeeds committed in his path for "salvation" and found a new place, away from humanity in the Zone of Alienation. Living like an animal on the hunt, he ventured near the ruined factory settlement of Rostok, where his abominable doctrine soon found him booted out. In his mind was now a searing hatred for humanity. He began to hallucinate, seeing perverted, unnatural beings beckoning him to make way for a new beginning. Amongst them would most commonly appear the perverted image of Nergal, the dread "god" of war and plague, bellowing with rage. He now dwells in one of the abandoned warehouses at Rostok, lurking and plotting. A very vicious-looking bloodstained dagger, engraved with weird, Aramaic letters lies in his possession, waiting for a reprobate sacrifice to the great manifestation of dread. However, since no deity can protect him from mutants, he has acquired a Simonov SKS with a hefty number of bullets, scavenged off the body of a Duty member perished in an anomaly near the train station.
Age: 49
Faction Affinity: Loner (I guess)
Height: 1.86
Weight: 52
Hair Color: Light ash
Eye Color: Very dark brown, borderline black
Piercings: -
Tattoos: "''Al d'ateft atfu'kh, v'sof m'tifaikh ytufun", spanning over his entire chest, written in Arameic
Scars: Several large, though unnaturally precise scars running all over his body. The largest scar, however is a disgusting keloid spanning from his right hip to his knee
Mental State: Zealous, psychopathic devotion; periodic, yet strong schizophrenic hallucinations
Physical Description: If you consider a slouched skeletal-like figure, akin in appearance to a medieval leper a sight for sore eyes, then by all means go make friends with this man, for you are a disgusting little freak who needs a great deal of lessons in aesthetics. With a sloppy, graying skullet receding into the back of his head and a pair of horribly misshapen jaws filled with what might have been perceived as teeth twenty years ago, the face of this man leaves nothing but the best impressions on those who meet him. Underneath that ragtag brown overcoat he hides a multitude of weird, self-inflicted scars, amongst whom is a gruesome keloid on his right leg. Bottom line - ugly.
Pre-Zone picture
Back Story: Sakut is a very loathed name in the Kharkiv underground, shown by the army of gutter-dwellers who gather round when that particular name is spoken out loud. Everyone who had the chance to meet him knows that the man is both physically and socially repulsive, with interests that glorify the macabre, perverted and odious. He was born to a family of Syrian immigrants, doctors by profession. Their second son, while not that much of a social out-goer never really showed any signs of the "affliction" that would grope him later. It was only in when he started college that he truly changed. His "alienation" from society was furthermore helped by the fact that he literally disappeared from the public eye, dropping out of university and severing all contacts with the remainder of his worldly acquaintances. With interest fueled by books describing the wicked arcane arts smuggled in from both east and west this potentially promising young man soon degenerated into a vile piece of human vermin. He began to delusively draw conclusions built upon twisted perceptions of justice which he would later adopt as a codex of living. In his world, there was nothing but a ravaged landscape degenerated by "evil" and "injustice". With a severe quasi-Messiah-vindicator complex permanently branded into his mind there was no room for any social redemption. He fled Kharkiv, pursued by the misdeeds committed in his path for "salvation" and found a new place, away from humanity in the Zone of Alienation. Living like an animal on the hunt, he ventured near the ruined factory settlement of Rostok, where his abominable doctrine soon found him booted out. In his mind was now a searing hatred for humanity. He began to hallucinate, seeing perverted, unnatural beings beckoning him to make way for a new beginning. Amongst them would most commonly appear the perverted image of Nergal, the dread "god" of war and plague, bellowing with rage. He now dwells in one of the abandoned warehouses at Rostok, lurking and plotting. A very vicious-looking bloodstained dagger, engraved with weird, Aramaic letters lies in his possession, waiting for a reprobate sacrifice to the great manifestation of dread. However, since no deity can protect him from mutants, he has acquired a Simonov SKS with a hefty number of bullets, scavenged off the body of a Duty member perished in an anomaly near the train station.
