RE: The Grand OC! [CONTEST TWENTY: VICE!]
06-12-2014, 04:54 AM
Usermane: Agencive
Name: наме́стник, (romanized, 'Namestnik')
Gender: Male
Species: Russian
Color: #A30C00
Description: A tall, Aryan citizen of the New Russian Empire, proud and almost regal in stance and appearance. Clad in battle-dress uniform and with the insignia of his Empire at his shoulder. A drawn but not tired face, hard and cruel around the narrowed blue eyes and thin lips. A man used to power at the expense of others. A true Russian of the Empire.
Items/Abilities: A sword in good condition, and an ancient pistol from one of the wars. Ammunition is hard come by this far north, so he prefers the blade. He is a man used to responsibility and command, and understands how to gain respect. He would also would not be where he is without an understanding of survival in the wintry wastes.
Biography: The last word from Petrograd was seven years ago. Namestnik wondered, sometimes, if there would ever be. Moskova was protected, true, but distant from the rest of the Empire at best, completely isolated at worst, and even though he as namestnik held power in the Emperor's name, he yearned for the lessening of his administrative burden. At the end of the last war the city-state Moskova had shrunk from its radioactive outskirts, building walls and shields behind it, and had become, in its own way, a rebellious little upstart. It was all Namestnik could do to keep order as the long arm of the Empire remained conspicuously absent. Damned ill-bred peasants.
Name: наме́стник, (romanized, 'Namestnik')
Gender: Male
Species: Russian
Color: #A30C00
Description: A tall, Aryan citizen of the New Russian Empire, proud and almost regal in stance and appearance. Clad in battle-dress uniform and with the insignia of his Empire at his shoulder. A drawn but not tired face, hard and cruel around the narrowed blue eyes and thin lips. A man used to power at the expense of others. A true Russian of the Empire.
Items/Abilities: A sword in good condition, and an ancient pistol from one of the wars. Ammunition is hard come by this far north, so he prefers the blade. He is a man used to responsibility and command, and understands how to gain respect. He would also would not be where he is without an understanding of survival in the wintry wastes.
Biography: The last word from Petrograd was seven years ago. Namestnik wondered, sometimes, if there would ever be. Moskova was protected, true, but distant from the rest of the Empire at best, completely isolated at worst, and even though he as namestnik held power in the Emperor's name, he yearned for the lessening of his administrative burden. At the end of the last war the city-state Moskova had shrunk from its radioactive outskirts, building walls and shields behind it, and had become, in its own way, a rebellious little upstart. It was all Namestnik could do to keep order as the long arm of the Empire remained conspicuously absent. Damned ill-bred peasants.
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