Post by vasili on Jun 22, 2009 11:09:43 GMT -7
The Handler
Name: Vasili Peter Gorlitz
Nickname: Shreck, Old Pete, Vas
Classification: Human-with powers
Gender:Male
Age & Birthday:37, May 22, 1972
Appearance: Vasili is a 37 year old man of german and russian descent. Mainly german. He isn't a very tall man, he stands at about 5'9". He doesn't work out much, but he has only a thin layer of fat that barely disguises the strong muscles beneath. Across his back is a red and black yin yang he had tattooed there when he was younger and braver. Also on his left arm, in large old english print is OIF 03-05, a souvenir from his brief stint in the army.
His deep set, grey eyes hold an intensity behind them, like two storm clouds waiting to unleash their electric payloads. His short brown hair is almost never combed, and usually under some kind of hat. He has a thin, angular nose that at times gives him a slightly sinister appearance. His face is usually clean shaven, but when his beard grows in, it has a ragged look to it. Not exactly the kind of look Vasili likes, so he shaves it off instead of bothering with it.
Attire: Vasili's work clothes are not that different then his regular clothes. His taste in attire is not formal by any means, generally a t shirt and khaki's with a plaid shirt worn over the top and a cheap pair of sunglasses. When it gets cold out, he throws an old WWII field jacket he picked up at a surplus store years ago. He also is almost always wearing a hat, whether it is just the beanie he puts on in the winter or a baseball cap, it is rare to see him without some kind of head cover.
The Creation
Name: Vas
Power List: Mystic/ artificer
Detailed Power: Mystic: Vas spent a lot of time at his grandparents as a child, his father and grandpa took care of teaching him to hunt and fight, his grandma taught him home remedies from Russia. As he grew older, he learned more and more tricks and cures and such, eventually becoming a shaman. He found he could tap into an energy force and wield it, though with difficulty. Anytime he uses a spell, he gets a headache, the more powerful the spell, the more powerful the headache. Rather than feel like waking up after a great night of heavy drinking, he makes talismans and uses a collection of magical equipment.
Artificer: Vas has learned to craft magical items such as talismans and magical weaponry. He uses this talent as a way to make some honest money.
The Potential
Alignment/Occupation: unaffiliated-operates magic shop.
Weapons: Colt 1911 .45 cal. semi auto pistol, Remington 870 express 12 guage shotgun, hunting knife.
Personality: Vas is obsessed with magical artifacts, not so much owning them, but finding them and studying them. He loves working with his hands, crafting real and fake magical accoutrements for the masses. He loves being out in the open, the freedom of it, the excitement of finding a new bit of information or another artifact. He loves the thrill of the hunt and the exhilaration of the kill.
That all said, he hates being cooped up in a stuffy, four walled apartment. He hates being constrained by societal norms and the laws that govern the rest of mankind. He is a dedicated anarchist, and believes that government serves to limit mankind, that it only limits our potential. He has a mean streak in him as well. Generally, he sells bogus equipment to "civilians," but to spice things up, he will occasionally sell a cursed item to them and watch their life fall apart. It's fun to him.
He is hardy and reckless, but thinks they make up for each other. Yes he makes rash decisions, but he can take most hits if he chooses wrong. He gets the shakes time to time, unexpectedly, which is why when he finds himself in combat he likes his shotgun, aiming doesn't figure in much when you have a wide pattern shot. He is a chain smoker, but has an amulet that keeps many of the worst side effects away, as long as it stays in contact with his skin.
Skills: Vas was taught to hunt by his father and grandfather, it was a way of life to them, and they passed it to him. His dad taught him how to hold his own in a fight as well. Vas fights dirty and he fights to win, which is something to consider if someone tries to fight him. He was taught basic first aid in the army and his grandmother taught him many home remedies when he was a child. He is a mystic, and can use a limited number of spells, though it drains him almost visibly.
Strengths: Vas is good at tracking, hunting, and even with a bad case of the shakes, he can still shoot pretty straight. He is a quick thinker and has a decent head on his shoulders. He is a devout Lutheran, religion was ingrained in him at a young age, and it strengthens his resolve.
Weaknesses: Val isn't much good in a straight up fight. He can really only fight well if he can fight dirty. He may be a quick thinker and doesn't tend to lose his head, but even calm people can make stupid decisions, Vas is one of those people. His strong religious beliefs, while strengthening his will, also narrowed his mind, making him intolerant of many other religious views.
The Story
History: (Basically from birth to start of game)
Vas's grandparents immigrated to the United States around 1911 from pre-Soviet Russia. They had lived in a town in the Saratov province called Yagoda Polyana, but moved to Wisconsin with many of the other families. Vas's dad served in the Army during Korea and again in Nam, and carried scars from both wars on him. Vas spent most of his time at his grandparents house, working the fields with his grandpa and helping his grandma out around the house. They taught him to hunt, to fish, different cures for various diseases and ailments that used household items and plants and such.
As he grew older, Vas felt a pull, a tugging at his soul. Something was calling him, calling him away from the world of man. It was a wildness, a feral thing that wanted only to be free, it was the call of nature itself. He began to meditate, searching for the source of the call, trying to make himself one with it. He grew in power as he studied it, curious about the strangeness of it. He found he could use it to heal himself and others, to commune with things no one else could even see. That's when the headaches started.
At the age of twenty six, he left his home and traveled the world a bit, studying what and where he could find anything worth learning. The headaches only got worse, but the power was so addictive. He began tinkering, just carving into pieces of wood or metal, building trinkets. Over the years, he learned how to imbue these baubles with bits of the magic that pounded at his mind. He found that if he added a little bit of magic at a time, he could make masterpieces with great power, and with almost no side effects. He could still use magic and not need to down a bottle of aspirin each day.
At one point, around 1997, he joined the army, figuring on serving his country, like his dad. He went on only one deployment the whole eight years he was in and got out right afterwords. He set up shop in New York and sells to pretentious college students, dirty hippies, and the occasional serious magic user or fae. He has a strict policy on demons, goblins, and trolls, though, and will not sell so much as a toothpick to any one of them.
