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Konstantin Novak, Wasteland Runner
« on: July 09, 2017, 10:47:55 am »
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art by me

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*Bang, bang, you're dead!*

{NAME}
Konstantin Novak

{ALIASES}
"Kostya" ['cost ya'], "Runner", "Dead man walkin'!" [as a method of announcing himself before entering an occupied area]

{AGE}
?? I mean you could guess somewhere in his late twenties/early thirties or something

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Male
Undefined, very 'take what I can get' attitude

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Human
Unknown origins, he doesn't remember where he came from

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
6'2", muscular but a bit underfed

{OCCUPATION}
Runner - a kind of go-between who moves small packages/messages across the Wasteland, most notably between raider gangs... which has gotten the messenger shot before...

{RESIDENCE}
Nowhere and everywhere, The Wastes

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IN DEPTH STUFF
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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Tall and built, Konstantin might seem imposing if not for the near-constant shit eating grin he wears. He's almost never not smiling, and it's almost crooked in some manner due to the particular scarring pattern on his face-- one large line though his lower cheek and across his mouth, and several other smaller cuts that follow the same direction over his upper lip and lower, ending with a spattering on his chin. The ones on his chin are usually hidden by a near constant level of facial hair-- he keeps it trimmed, but without a steady supply of water there's no way to get a very close shave.

He gives the same choppy treatment to his warm-black hair-- it's kept cropped as close as he can manage, and as best as one guy can do to his own head. If he were to let it out, it would come in wild wavy curls, thick and dark and speaking of perhaps some kind of old-school Essyrni heritage. Which would match his darker complexion, but that's also kind of hard to tell underneath weeks of dirt and dust and any number of other things.

His eyes are a vivid grey-green, pale in comparison to the rest of him, and with a constant kind of wild look to them even when he's being perfectly calm.

There's not much to say about his regular outfit. It's pretty typical of someone who spends their time out in the Wasteland: thick, sturdy cargo pants held together by wire stitches and duct tape in places, a scarf for when the winds get too bad and large goggles to match, a shirt that's too stained to tell its original color and a thick sleeveless duster. But perhaps his most defining article of clothing isn't actually clothing-- a combat vest, nicked and chipped on the various bits of plating, and with the bright white painted words "DO NOT BURY" on his chest.

{PERSONALITY}
Konstantin is a madman. That's a given, he lives in the Wastes. But thankfully, he's a rather manageable madman. Reliable, chaotic, sharp-witted, resourceful and with a sense of humor that could peel paint, he's actually a fun guy to know. Except. Well.

I LAUGH IN THE FACE OF DEATH
Konstantin is not who you'd call especially easy to threaten. He doesn't seem to be scared of much of anything that could possibly happen, except perhaps living through it. Threats of getting shot, stabbed (any number of other inventive ways to try and coerce someone), etc. just don't work on him. It usually results in a bad joke about being murdered... which usually results in him getting actually murdered... which usually results in him getting robbed... which usually results in the thief ending up hanging by their own entrails somewhere later down the road.

(UN)CIVILIZED LIFE
Kostya likes being on his own. Keeping him indoors is a lot like trying to keep water in your hands-- eventually he's gonna seep through and before you know it he's evaporated into the wind. He'll sleep on your couch (or the equivalent) and use your shower (or the equivalent), but he'll be long gone before you think to check on him.

A PEOPLE PERSON IN THEORY...
People both are a compulsion and a phobia; he needs to make contact every now and again, and will be super friendly to anyone who doesn't immediately try to kill him. But he cannot seem to stand the idea of settling down long-term; the idea makes him wildly uncomfortable, and he will immediately blow any such suggestion off as being a joke.

Fun Facts!:
  • Upon the insistance of a medical professional, Konstantin uses a gel that was originally designed to clean dog teeth. It's very minty and he hates it.
  • He doesn't know much about proper medical care, but he absolutely knows his barbiturates. Huge fan.
  • Has a very well-worn and carefully held together music player that he listens to while out in the dust. A lot of his pay (such as it is) goes into finding techies to help keep it running.
  • His favourite color is blue and he gets REALLY EXCITED when he sees it-- which isn't often, considering the general state of pollution.

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}
Konstantin dies. A lot. And comes back. A lot. Daily, in fact! No matter how horrible, no matter how agonizing, no matter how embarrassing, he always comes back by the next morning with a fresh set of scars-- and he's gotten real tired of well-meaning folks burying him, because that usually results in another HORRIBLE WAY TO DIE and it's just not worth it man.

Something something, "neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night" something something.

{RELATIONSHIPS}
An unknown person, he's pretty sure a woman, who he's pretty sure was really important to him at one point. He can't really remember, though.

Nathaniel Toombs; the guy he blows for painkillers and who also patches him up here and there when the injury isn't fatal. Also responsible for making Konstantin wash up once in a while, thank God.

To be enhanced/added via RP or what have you.

{HISTORY}
Kostya HAS NO IDEA. 8D He'll talk about places he's been, little Wasteland hovels and such, and he's got a cache like... literally EVERYWHERE. But in terms of a personal history complete with origin story, it's a big ol' shrug.

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