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<blockquote data-quote="Festy_Dog" data-source="post: 3252750" data-attributes="member: 2561"><p><strong>Piotr Fensk</strong></p><p></p><p>[sblock=Description]</p><p>Piotr is not a big man, but is fairly muscular. He looks older than he actually is, but is reasonably attractive nonetheless. His eyes are dull hazel but his hair is quite unique, being an even blend of black and brown. Not to say that his hair is dark brown, but that there is an even mix of black hair and brown hair on his head. It's the feature he's most proud of. To make things more interesting his fringe turned grey due to stressful events from his past. It usually earns him a fair bit of attention from customers. He usually keeps his hair shoulder length and tied back. He is most often clean shaven, but it's surprising how quick he can grow a small beard when he takes a weekend off to go hiking. </p><p></p><p>Piotr's also characterised by his thick Russian accent, and is renowned among those who know him as being very blunt (almost to the point of being rude) but also exceptionally generous. He isn't the smartest man in town, and he knows it. It's something he doesn't mind joking or being the butt of jokes about. He always carries an orienteering compass with him. It is a good luck charm of sorts, a gift from his long-time friend Anatol when they both successfully got into Spetsnaz.[/sblock]</p><p></p><p>[sblock=History]</p><p>Piotr's childhood lacked much in the way of material wealth, but it wasn't something he placed much value in anyway. He grew up on a farm in some of the colder farming regions of Russia. His parents were never terribly successful, but the community they were a part of was quite tight-nit, and everyone supported each other where they could. Piotr learned a number of good values during those times. While young he felt a calling to spend time in the outdoors on a regular basis. He was quick to anger as a child, and remained so throughout his life, but nature always had a calming effect on him.</p><p></p><p>Piotr joined the army at the age of eighteen, back in 1990, with dreams of eventually getting into Spetsnaz. Things hadn't been easy since the collapse of the USSR and the military seemed like stable enough employment to see him through the rough economic patch. He performed well, showing promise as a sharpshooter and scout, and was made a designated marksman of his unit. In regards to sharpshooting he cut his teeth on the Dragunov SVD, and continued to depend on it for the majority of his military career. While not a sniper rifle in the truest sense of the term he accumulated much experience with it.</p><p></p><p>During the invasion of Chechnya his unit did not see much fighting, taking more of a rear-guard role in most instances. They did see action on occasion but it was not terribly often. It was around this time, August 1995, that he had the experience which has haunted him until the present day. There had been a shift forward of the troops they were rearguard for, and they were required to find a place closer to the front to occupy.</p><p></p><p>There was a village roughly where they were wanted to be, so they decided to occupy an empty mansion outside of the village as it would provide more comfort than they were used to. The locals didn't give much information as to why the mansion was deserted, but generally made it clear it wasn't a good place to stay and that the troops weren't welcome. This wasn't a big difference from the receptions they'd received thus far from any densely populated area.</p><p></p><p>During the first night they spent there though everyone had strange dreams, and by morning someone was missing, presumed to have deserted during the night. Morale was generally low during the Chechnyan war, so a deserter wouldn't have been a surprise. Piotr and few other skilled trackers though couldn't find any sign of the passage of the missing soldier in the wilderness area surrounding the house. The officers questioned locals who gave mixed feedback, likely wanting to confuse the occupying troops.</p><p></p><p>The following night another two soldiers went missing, and the dreams got worse, most described having nightmares. The scouts and officers did their rounds again but came back empty handed. The officers were confused from their questioning of the locals, and had started arguing about the mansion. It was decided that round the clock sentries would be posted, and they'd change to a different location the next day.</p><p></p><p>That night Piotr and his friend Anatol were on sentry duty with a number of others, both were respected scouts. The night was uneventful, but the next morning they discovered three people had gone missing during the night. Seeing as there was no activity outside of the house during the night a thorough search of the house was held. Blood was found dripping from the ceiling of one of the bedrooms in the guest wing, so five soldiers volunteered to go investigate. Piotr and Anatol were amongst the five.</p><p></p><p>Even though it was daylight hours the attic was pitch black. Power to the house had been cut some time ago, and there were no windows in the attic. At that time Piotr's sidearm was a Makarov, so with that in one hand and a flashlight in the other he ascended into the attic through the hallway entrance with the four others close behind. Once he was up there the scent of fresh blood was almost overpowering, and some of the shadows created by his torch were quite odd. One man barely had his head through the attic stairwell when he vomited from the smell. Once everyone was in the attic they proceeded towards the section of the ceiling where the blood was leaking through. The attic was cluttered with stuff roughly dating back to the start of the century.</p><p></p><p>When they found where the blood was coming from Piotr's torch fell upon a pile of dismembered corpses. An axe had been lodged in a torso lying on top of the pile. His stomach twisted itself into a knot, and he would have vomited had he had breakfast earlier. Anatol had turned pale, and was muttering beside him. The man who had vomited before, and someone else, vomited behind him. There was a thump, and three torches fixated their beams on a head rolling out from behind an old cupboard. A shadow somewhere near it moved and Anatol snapped. He emptied the entire magazine from his AN-94 into the furniture littering the area around the head. The image which burned itself into Piotr's mind was when he thought he saw something lit up by the light of Anatol's muzzle flash, just for a split second. He can't recall the details very well, but he remembers recoiling, completely horrified, and fired a couple of shots himself.</p><p></p><p>At the sound of automatic gunfire half of the entire unit came pouring into the attic. The situation was resolved, of sorts, and they recovered the bodies to send them home for burial. That same day, the officers and a sizable escort seized all the petrol they could from the village and used it to burn down the mansion. After the invasion of Chechnya, Anatol and Piotr successfully qualified for and transferred into Spetsnaz in an attempt to get the incident behind them.</p><p></p><p>Out of the five men who went into the attic, only two remain alive now. One was killed in action in early 1996 when the unit was cycled out of rear-guard and put into combat operations near the capital of Chechnya, another was killed in the incursion into Dagestan in 1999, and Piotr's friend and fellow scout Anatol was killed in a Spetsnaz training accident in 1998. The mansion incident in itself was terrifying enough, but Piotr started getting flashbacks and nightmares which continued even after the end of the war. He could hardly get a full night's sleep. It took about a year of this for Piotr's hair to start going grey. Regardless of this he remained an excellant, if somewhat troubled, soldier.</p><p></p><p>The last major military operation Piotr was involved in before leaving the armed forces was the occupation of Pristina airport in June, 1999. Once Russian involvement with the Kosovo situation had ceased though he left the military and moved to the US, settling in the Rockies. His intent was to leave the horrors he had seen back in Russia, and allow himself a fresh start. Hopefully a change of scenery would lessen or completely rid him of what haunted him still. He took a little bit of time to determine what to do with himself. He was eventually trying to determine whether he should join a private military company or maybe just open a guns and outdoor supplies store. With the money he had been putting away during his military career he decided to try his hand at running a business. Much to his surprise he was actually successful. There was a fairly high demand for firearms and camping supplies, and those customers who got to know Piotr beyond his gruff attitude always received generous discounts on things they needed.</p><p></p><p>Piotr started hiking again, something he hadn't really done since he was a teenager. It felt good to be out enjoying nature for its own sake again, although there was a strange yearning in him to stalk prey like he used to do back in the military. The change of setting worked like he hoped it would though and the nightmares stopped troubling him, but all wasn't as well as he'd hope. He would hike further and further, taking interest in the places people hadn't been for quite some time, but after some time of wandering the paths less travelled something really started gnawing at him. He was getting a feeling; a bad one. While he was in the military he had developed a sense for when someone had the drop on him, a danger sense of sorts, and sometimes while deep in the wilderness this sense would go off like an alarm. He thought he was having panic attacks until he actually realised something (or things) was stalking him.</p><p></p><p>He bought himself some firepower. As he made a business of selling guns it wasn't terribly hard. Piotr got a hunting permit (although he never actually hunted, it was just an excuse to own guns) and a gun license and made a point of working the rust off the skills he picked up back in the military. He's not quite as good as he used to be just yet, but his equipment is quality and he practises hard at the local firing range. He even took up handloading so that he didn't have to spend much on ammunition.[/sblock]</p><p></p><p>[sblock=Stats]Name: Piotr Chernekov</p><p>Age: 34</p><p>Virtue/Vice: Charity/Wrath</p><p>Auspice/Tribe: Irraka/Hunters in Shadow</p><p>Primal Urge: o</p><p>Defense: 3</p><p>Size: 5</p><p>Health: 0000000</p><p>Initiative: 7</p><p>Speed: 12</p><p>Essence: 7</p><p>Harmony: 7</p><p>Willpower: 000000</p><p></p><p>Exp: 1/3</p><p></p><p><strong>Attributes - Hishu</strong></p><p></p><p>Mental: Intelligence o , Wits ooo , Resolve ooo</p><p>Physical: Strength ooo , Dexterity ooo , Stamina oo</p><p>Social: Presense oo , Manipulation o , Composure ooo</p><p></p><p><strong>Attributes - Dalu</strong></p><p></p><p>Physical: Strength oooo , Dexterity ooo , Stamina ooo</p><p>Social: Presense oo , Manipulation - , Composure ooo</p><p></p><p>Size: 6</p><p>Health: 000000000</p><p>Speed: 13</p><p>+2 to perception rolls</p><p></p><p><strong>Attributes - Gauru</strong></p><p></p><p>Physical: Strength oooooo , Dexterity oooo , Stamina oooo</p><p>Social: Presense oo , Manipulation - , Composure ooo</p><p></p><p>Size 7</p><p>Health: 00000000000</p><p>Initiative: 8</p><p>Speed: 16</p><p>Armour: 1/1</p><p>+3 to perception rolls</p><p>inflict lethal damage; +1 to claw, +2 to bite</p><p>wound penalties ignored, no unconsciousness rolls made</p><p>-2 to resist Death Rage</p><p>3 turn duration (5 under new moon)</p><p></p><p><strong>Attributes - Urshul</strong></p><p></p><p>Physical: Strength ooooo , Dexterity ooooo , Stamina oooo</p><p>Social: Presense oo , Manipulation - , Composure ooo</p><p></p><p>Size: 6</p><p>Health: 00000000</p><p>Initiative: 9</p><p>Speed: 19</p><p>+3 to perception rolls</p><p>inflict lethal damage</p><p></p><p><strong>Attributes - Urhan</strong></p><p></p><p>Physical: Strength ooo , Dexterity ooooo , Stamina ooo</p><p>Social: Presense oo , Manipulation - , Composure ooo</p><p></p><p>Size: 4</p><p>Health: 0000000</p><p>Speed: 17</p><p>+4 to perception rolls</p><p>inflict lethal damage</p><p></p><p><strong>Skills</strong></p><p></p><p>Mental: Crafts (firearms) oo , Occult o , Science o</p><p>Physical: Athletics o , Brawl ooo , Firearms (sniping) ooo , Stealth (camouflage) oo , Survival oo</p><p>Social: Animal Ken (wolves) oo , Intimidation oo, Streetwise ooo</p><p></p><p><strong>Merits</strong></p><p></p><p>Danger Sense oo , Language (English) o , Fast Reflexes o , Fleet of Foot o , Resources (gun & camping supplies store) ooo</p><p></p><p><em>Pack Totem</em> ooo</p><p></p><p><strong>Renown</strong></p><p>Cunning oo</p><p>Purity o</p><p></p><p><strong>Gifts</strong></p><p><em>Father Wolf's Gifts</em></p><p>Wolf-blood's Lure</p><p></p><p><em>Stealth</em></p><p>Feet of Mist</p><p>Blending</p><p></p><p><strong>Equipment</strong></p><p></p><p>Saco TRG42, w/ scope</p><p>Para-Ordnance PRX745B, w/ suppressor (ooo) & LAM</p><p>thin kevlar vest</p><p>brass knuckles</p><p>flashlight</p><p>gunsmithing kit</p><p>survival gear (ooo)[/sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Festy_Dog, post: 3252750, member: 2561"] [b]Piotr Fensk[/b] [sblock=Description] Piotr is not a big man, but is fairly muscular. He looks older than he actually is, but is reasonably attractive nonetheless. His eyes are dull hazel but his hair is quite unique, being an even blend of black and brown. Not to say that his hair is dark brown, but that there is an even mix of black hair and brown hair on his head. It's the feature he's most proud of. To make things more interesting his fringe turned grey due to stressful events from his past. It usually earns him a fair bit of attention from customers. He usually keeps his hair shoulder length and tied back. He is most often clean shaven, but it's surprising how quick he can grow a small beard when he takes a weekend off to go hiking. Piotr's also characterised by his thick Russian accent, and is renowned among those who know him as being very blunt (almost to the point of being rude) but also exceptionally generous. He isn't the smartest man in town, and he knows it. It's something he doesn't mind joking or being the butt of jokes about. He always carries an orienteering compass with him. It is a good luck charm of sorts, a gift from his long-time friend Anatol when they both successfully got into Spetsnaz.[/sblock] [sblock=History] Piotr's childhood lacked much in the way of material wealth, but it wasn't something he placed much value in anyway. He grew up on a farm in some of the colder farming regions of Russia. His parents were never terribly successful, but the community they were a part of was quite tight-nit, and everyone supported each other where they could. Piotr learned a number of good values during those times. While young he felt a calling to spend time in the outdoors on a regular basis. He was quick to anger as a child, and remained so throughout his life, but nature always had a calming effect on him. Piotr joined the army at the age of eighteen, back in 1990, with dreams of eventually getting into Spetsnaz. Things hadn't been easy since the collapse of the USSR and the military seemed like stable enough employment to see him through the rough economic patch. He performed well, showing promise as a sharpshooter and scout, and was made a designated marksman of his unit. In regards to sharpshooting he cut his teeth on the Dragunov SVD, and continued to depend on it for the majority of his military career. While not a sniper rifle in the truest sense of the term he accumulated much experience with it. During the invasion of Chechnya his unit did not see much fighting, taking more of a rear-guard role in most instances. They did see action on occasion but it was not terribly often. It was around this time, August 1995, that he had the experience which has haunted him until the present day. There had been a shift forward of the troops they were rearguard for, and they were required to find a place closer to the front to occupy. There was a village roughly where they were wanted to be, so they decided to occupy an empty mansion outside of the village as it would provide more comfort than they were used to. The locals didn't give much information as to why the mansion was deserted, but generally made it clear it wasn't a good place to stay and that the troops weren't welcome. This wasn't a big difference from the receptions they'd received thus far from any densely populated area. During the first night they spent there though everyone had strange dreams, and by morning someone was missing, presumed to have deserted during the night. Morale was generally low during the Chechnyan war, so a deserter wouldn't have been a surprise. Piotr and few other skilled trackers though couldn't find any sign of the passage of the missing soldier in the wilderness area surrounding the house. The officers questioned locals who gave mixed feedback, likely wanting to confuse the occupying troops. The following night another two soldiers went missing, and the dreams got worse, most described having nightmares. The scouts and officers did their rounds again but came back empty handed. The officers were confused from their questioning of the locals, and had started arguing about the mansion. It was decided that round the clock sentries would be posted, and they'd change to a different location the next day. That night Piotr and his friend Anatol were on sentry duty with a number of others, both were respected scouts. The night was uneventful, but the next morning they discovered three people had gone missing during the night. Seeing as there was no activity outside of the house during the night a thorough search of the house was held. Blood was found dripping from the ceiling of one of the bedrooms in the guest wing, so five soldiers volunteered to go investigate. Piotr and Anatol were amongst the five. Even though it was daylight hours the attic was pitch black. Power to the house had been cut some time ago, and there were no windows in the attic. At that time Piotr's sidearm was a Makarov, so with that in one hand and a flashlight in the other he ascended into the attic through the hallway entrance with the four others close behind. Once he was up there the scent of fresh blood was almost overpowering, and some of the shadows created by his torch were quite odd. One man barely had his head through the attic stairwell when he vomited from the smell. Once everyone was in the attic they proceeded towards the section of the ceiling where the blood was leaking through. The attic was cluttered with stuff roughly dating back to the start of the century. When they found where the blood was coming from Piotr's torch fell upon a pile of dismembered corpses. An axe had been lodged in a torso lying on top of the pile. His stomach twisted itself into a knot, and he would have vomited had he had breakfast earlier. Anatol had turned pale, and was muttering beside him. The man who had vomited before, and someone else, vomited behind him. There was a thump, and three torches fixated their beams on a head rolling out from behind an old cupboard. A shadow somewhere near it moved and Anatol snapped. He emptied the entire magazine from his AN-94 into the furniture littering the area around the head. The image which burned itself into Piotr's mind was when he thought he saw something lit up by the light of Anatol's muzzle flash, just for a split second. He can't recall the details very well, but he remembers recoiling, completely horrified, and fired a couple of shots himself. At the sound of automatic gunfire half of the entire unit came pouring into the attic. The situation was resolved, of sorts, and they recovered the bodies to send them home for burial. That same day, the officers and a sizable escort seized all the petrol they could from the village and used it to burn down the mansion. After the invasion of Chechnya, Anatol and Piotr successfully qualified for and transferred into Spetsnaz in an attempt to get the incident behind them. Out of the five men who went into the attic, only two remain alive now. One was killed in action in early 1996 when the unit was cycled out of rear-guard and put into combat operations near the capital of Chechnya, another was killed in the incursion into Dagestan in 1999, and Piotr's friend and fellow scout Anatol was killed in a Spetsnaz training accident in 1998. The mansion incident in itself was terrifying enough, but Piotr started getting flashbacks and nightmares which continued even after the end of the war. He could hardly get a full night's sleep. It took about a year of this for Piotr's hair to start going grey. Regardless of this he remained an excellant, if somewhat troubled, soldier. The last major military operation Piotr was involved in before leaving the armed forces was the occupation of Pristina airport in June, 1999. Once Russian involvement with the Kosovo situation had ceased though he left the military and moved to the US, settling in the Rockies. His intent was to leave the horrors he had seen back in Russia, and allow himself a fresh start. Hopefully a change of scenery would lessen or completely rid him of what haunted him still. He took a little bit of time to determine what to do with himself. He was eventually trying to determine whether he should join a private military company or maybe just open a guns and outdoor supplies store. With the money he had been putting away during his military career he decided to try his hand at running a business. Much to his surprise he was actually successful. There was a fairly high demand for firearms and camping supplies, and those customers who got to know Piotr beyond his gruff attitude always received generous discounts on things they needed. Piotr started hiking again, something he hadn't really done since he was a teenager. It felt good to be out enjoying nature for its own sake again, although there was a strange yearning in him to stalk prey like he used to do back in the military. The change of setting worked like he hoped it would though and the nightmares stopped troubling him, but all wasn't as well as he'd hope. He would hike further and further, taking interest in the places people hadn't been for quite some time, but after some time of wandering the paths less travelled something really started gnawing at him. He was getting a feeling; a bad one. While he was in the military he had developed a sense for when someone had the drop on him, a danger sense of sorts, and sometimes while deep in the wilderness this sense would go off like an alarm. He thought he was having panic attacks until he actually realised something (or things) was stalking him. He bought himself some firepower. As he made a business of selling guns it wasn't terribly hard. Piotr got a hunting permit (although he never actually hunted, it was just an excuse to own guns) and a gun license and made a point of working the rust off the skills he picked up back in the military. He's not quite as good as he used to be just yet, but his equipment is quality and he practises hard at the local firing range. He even took up handloading so that he didn't have to spend much on ammunition.[/sblock] [sblock=Stats]Name: Piotr Chernekov Age: 34 Virtue/Vice: Charity/Wrath Auspice/Tribe: Irraka/Hunters in Shadow Primal Urge: o Defense: 3 Size: 5 Health: 0000000 Initiative: 7 Speed: 12 Essence: 7 Harmony: 7 Willpower: 000000 Exp: 1/3 [b]Attributes - Hishu[/b] Mental: Intelligence o , Wits ooo , Resolve ooo Physical: Strength ooo , Dexterity ooo , Stamina oo Social: Presense oo , Manipulation o , Composure ooo [b]Attributes - Dalu[/b] Physical: Strength oooo , Dexterity ooo , Stamina ooo Social: Presense oo , Manipulation - , Composure ooo Size: 6 Health: 000000000 Speed: 13 +2 to perception rolls [b]Attributes - Gauru[/b] Physical: Strength oooooo , Dexterity oooo , Stamina oooo Social: Presense oo , Manipulation - , Composure ooo Size 7 Health: 00000000000 Initiative: 8 Speed: 16 Armour: 1/1 +3 to perception rolls inflict lethal damage; +1 to claw, +2 to bite wound penalties ignored, no unconsciousness rolls made -2 to resist Death Rage 3 turn duration (5 under new moon) [b]Attributes - Urshul[/b] Physical: Strength ooooo , Dexterity ooooo , Stamina oooo Social: Presense oo , Manipulation - , Composure ooo Size: 6 Health: 00000000 Initiative: 9 Speed: 19 +3 to perception rolls inflict lethal damage [b]Attributes - Urhan[/b] Physical: Strength ooo , Dexterity ooooo , Stamina ooo Social: Presense oo , Manipulation - , Composure ooo Size: 4 Health: 0000000 Speed: 17 +4 to perception rolls inflict lethal damage [b]Skills[/b] Mental: Crafts (firearms) oo , Occult o , Science o Physical: Athletics o , Brawl ooo , Firearms (sniping) ooo , Stealth (camouflage) oo , Survival oo Social: Animal Ken (wolves) oo , Intimidation oo, Streetwise ooo [b]Merits[/b] Danger Sense oo , Language (English) o , Fast Reflexes o , Fleet of Foot o , Resources (gun & camping supplies store) ooo [i]Pack Totem[/i] ooo [b]Renown[/b] Cunning oo Purity o [b]Gifts[/b] [i]Father Wolf's Gifts[/i] Wolf-blood's Lure [i]Stealth[/i] Feet of Mist Blending [b]Equipment[/b] Saco TRG42, w/ scope Para-Ordnance PRX745B, w/ suppressor (ooo) & LAM thin kevlar vest brass knuckles flashlight gunsmithing kit survival gear (ooo)[/sblock] [/QUOTE]
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