Sept 13, 2023 4:30:38 GMT
Post by Chernobog on Sept 13, 2023 4:30:38 GMT
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[attr="class","header1"]LEV FYODOROV
[attr="class","header2"]OVERVIEW
» BIRTH NAME: Adam Abramov
» NAME: Lev Fyodorov
» AGE: 23
» GENDER: Male
» AFFILIATION: Villain
» ALIAS: Chernobog / The Black Flame
» OCCUPATION: Business Owner [Dominion Collections] | Art Thief | Assassin | In General, Pretty Bad Guy
» THEME: DOWN
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Well, he ain't loyal. Make no mistake: Although Lev may portray himself as someone who can easily empathize and understand the struggles of others, he is also the sort of person to use every bit of personal information given to him to absolutely obliterate someone's sense of safety. You don't get as far as he have by not stabbing a few backs and twisting a handful of knives, you know? Be wary of his empathy; it's either a precursor to having quite the ally on your side... or a sign that you're about to be played like a fiddle.
Overall, however, he's a simple person. One might call him an "old soul" given his fondness for rare collectable antiques and their management, but they wouldn't entirely be wrong nor out of line for saying so. Oh, Lev adores his little collections and his front-shop. It's a joy to run for him, really. Although he has perhaps an easier time of things when it comes to dealing with transgressions made by heroes or other particular bodies, nothing soothes his mind quite like the endless paperwork of running a small business.
In keeping with him being perhaps a bit odd, Lev is rather intelligent - and ambitious. In fact, the two are neck-and-neck for his most dominating traits. He's as witty as he is likely to find a way out of a situation, and he's more than capable of whipping up a quick-thinking plan to get out of trouble. Rarely does Lev move forward without considering every step, every consequence that could come from his action. After all, you want to be safe when you're constantly at risk of getting obliterated if you're not careful.
Lev is somewhat of an art critic. From classical music to masterpieces that have been around much longer than he has, he has an intense appreciation for the effort and talent that goes into making a single work of art, and will often go to great lengths to visit art museums without being noticed. He considers himself to be a collector, and has made a name for himself in some areas by swiping pieces of art and frosting them over for his own viewing pleasure. Naturally, stealing art is more of a pastime compared to his usual activities, but he enjoys it nonetheless; Nothing is better than having a masterpiece over the mantle.
He is a naturally cynical individual, and has trouble taking things at face value. He trusts few despite his innate ability to connect with them through his own empathetic nature, and few trust him; His skepticism comes out in the form of bits and pieces of humor that will slip out at times, often either during or after tense events. Not a coping mechanism, but an attempt to piece together the situation verbally while his mind is moving far faster than the rest of his body. His cynicism is offered with a sharp with and sharper tongue; Though he can be polite with unseen hostilities lurking beneath the surface, he will always have room in his demeanor for unsung doubt.
He isn’t afraid of going out of his way to accomplish his goal; Heroes and law enforcement, to him, are simple twigs that he has to break in order to get to the real pieces of firewood. He is willing to cut off his nose to spite his face, and he is more than willing to dig deep into the history of a hero to find a method of taunting them. No subject is taboo for him; To Lev, a line in the sand is a ridiculous notion. Cruelty is the basis for all powerful plays, ain't it?
[attr="class","header2"]PERSONALITY
» POSITIVE TRAITS:✔ Respectful | » NEGATIVE TRAITS:✘ Disloyal |
»LIKES:✔ Warm Tea | »DISLIKES:✘ Rap Music |
Well, he ain't loyal. Make no mistake: Although Lev may portray himself as someone who can easily empathize and understand the struggles of others, he is also the sort of person to use every bit of personal information given to him to absolutely obliterate someone's sense of safety. You don't get as far as he have by not stabbing a few backs and twisting a handful of knives, you know? Be wary of his empathy; it's either a precursor to having quite the ally on your side... or a sign that you're about to be played like a fiddle.
Overall, however, he's a simple person. One might call him an "old soul" given his fondness for rare collectable antiques and their management, but they wouldn't entirely be wrong nor out of line for saying so. Oh, Lev adores his little collections and his front-shop. It's a joy to run for him, really. Although he has perhaps an easier time of things when it comes to dealing with transgressions made by heroes or other particular bodies, nothing soothes his mind quite like the endless paperwork of running a small business.
In keeping with him being perhaps a bit odd, Lev is rather intelligent - and ambitious. In fact, the two are neck-and-neck for his most dominating traits. He's as witty as he is likely to find a way out of a situation, and he's more than capable of whipping up a quick-thinking plan to get out of trouble. Rarely does Lev move forward without considering every step, every consequence that could come from his action. After all, you want to be safe when you're constantly at risk of getting obliterated if you're not careful.
Lev is somewhat of an art critic. From classical music to masterpieces that have been around much longer than he has, he has an intense appreciation for the effort and talent that goes into making a single work of art, and will often go to great lengths to visit art museums without being noticed. He considers himself to be a collector, and has made a name for himself in some areas by swiping pieces of art and frosting them over for his own viewing pleasure. Naturally, stealing art is more of a pastime compared to his usual activities, but he enjoys it nonetheless; Nothing is better than having a masterpiece over the mantle.
He is a naturally cynical individual, and has trouble taking things at face value. He trusts few despite his innate ability to connect with them through his own empathetic nature, and few trust him; His skepticism comes out in the form of bits and pieces of humor that will slip out at times, often either during or after tense events. Not a coping mechanism, but an attempt to piece together the situation verbally while his mind is moving far faster than the rest of his body. His cynicism is offered with a sharp with and sharper tongue; Though he can be polite with unseen hostilities lurking beneath the surface, he will always have room in his demeanor for unsung doubt.
He isn’t afraid of going out of his way to accomplish his goal; Heroes and law enforcement, to him, are simple twigs that he has to break in order to get to the real pieces of firewood. He is willing to cut off his nose to spite his face, and he is more than willing to dig deep into the history of a hero to find a method of taunting them. No subject is taboo for him; To Lev, a line in the sand is a ridiculous notion. Cruelty is the basis for all powerful plays, ain't it?
He doesn’t care for throwing insults without backing them up, either; Should he ever threaten someone, it can be easily devised that he is going to uphold his end of it, no matter how graphic or brutal it may be. However, Lev is not one for unnecessary destruction or casualties, and strives to cement himself as someone who is more than a blunt headed villain with a tendency for anarchy. He is careful and cautious when approaching a situation - When combat does take place, even with his love of throwing punches held in consideration, he does tend to try to avoid causing any damage to an area. When he does manage to be pissed off, Lev couldn’t care less about freezing a building or a crowd; When this man is angered, none escape his fury, and few escape to tell the tale.
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» HEIGHT: 6'1
» WEIGHT: 188 lbs
» EYE COLOR: Pale blue
» HAIR COLOR: Black
» SKIN COLOR: Pale
» FACE CLAIM NAME: Wriothesley
» FACE CLAIM SERIES: Genshin Impact
He's quite the handsome killer. His hair - strands of dark black that mirror obsidian, with scattered white streaks among them - falls just short of his shoulders, but is more frequently tied up than let down. He is a fan of covering up so as to limit skin contact with the outside world on most occasions, resulting in Lev often wearing a series of various coats, white undershirts, and long pants when out in public. He keeps a civil demeanor most of the time when around others, and may be mistaken for someone who has their shit together if he keeps his act up long enough. His gloves are always fingerless, however, just in case he needs to start defending himself or his employees.
Lev has a host of outfits to choose from, guaranteeing that his wardrobe will never repeat; As such, it’s expected that his relative sense of fashion is always changing. From sunglasses and lounge wear to three-piece suits, Lev’s clothing varies from day to day, although it always remains as a somewhat loose and comfortable presence. No matter what he wears in the domestic life, one thing is certain: Lev always wears sunglasses, and he always ties his hair up when in public, while his hair is always down in combat. When he’s working as the owner of Dominion, Lev often wears a pair of reading glasses; Both because he believes they make him look better, and because paperwork tends to strain his vision. No matter the outfit or situation, Lev's sense of style leans towards dark or reddish tones.
[attr="class","header2"]APPEARANCE
» HEIGHT: 6'1
» WEIGHT: 188 lbs
» EYE COLOR: Pale blue
» HAIR COLOR: Black
» SKIN COLOR: Pale
» FACE CLAIM NAME: Wriothesley
» FACE CLAIM SERIES: Genshin Impact
He's quite the handsome killer. His hair - strands of dark black that mirror obsidian, with scattered white streaks among them - falls just short of his shoulders, but is more frequently tied up than let down. He is a fan of covering up so as to limit skin contact with the outside world on most occasions, resulting in Lev often wearing a series of various coats, white undershirts, and long pants when out in public. He keeps a civil demeanor most of the time when around others, and may be mistaken for someone who has their shit together if he keeps his act up long enough. His gloves are always fingerless, however, just in case he needs to start defending himself or his employees.
Lev has a host of outfits to choose from, guaranteeing that his wardrobe will never repeat; As such, it’s expected that his relative sense of fashion is always changing. From sunglasses and lounge wear to three-piece suits, Lev’s clothing varies from day to day, although it always remains as a somewhat loose and comfortable presence. No matter what he wears in the domestic life, one thing is certain: Lev always wears sunglasses, and he always ties his hair up when in public, while his hair is always down in combat. When he’s working as the owner of Dominion, Lev often wears a pair of reading glasses; Both because he believes they make him look better, and because paperwork tends to strain his vision. No matter the outfit or situation, Lev's sense of style leans towards dark or reddish tones.
His villain suit consists of a fine fur coat overtop a well tailored suit, and an owl-like mask over his features. Two battle-axes hang on his belt, just in case he needs to cut an idiot down.
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NOTE: History has mentions/implications of child abuse.
[attr="class","header2"]HISTORY
NOTE: History has mentions/implications of child abuse.
You came to this country to do your own dirty work for a change.
Tell you what. We’ll drop the flowery language, we’ll drop the prose, and we’ll give it to you straight: Lev Fyodorov is a murderer. More than that, he’s a murderer and a breakoff member of some Russian mob that has made a name for itself by leaving lilies in the gashed throats of their victims.
He was born in a Russian village with no name, mostly because ‘village’ is a generous way to describe it. It was a few buildings in a frostbitten grove, that’s all. He was raised with his father, for his mother had already crossed over to the other side. His father was a Hero, a real savior, which was fantastic for the town. Strength was needed to survive. His father once pulled a car out of a river, you know! He used that same hand to hit Lev. The same foot that created a chasm? Yep, same foot that drove itself straight into Lev’s abdomen.
Maybe his father was mad because Lev’s mother had died in childbirth. Maybe it was because, on the same day that Lev was born, his father had gotten into a crash on the road and his favorite truck had been totalled as a result. Ultimately, the reason didn’t matter. His father hated him, and Lev hated him too.
This hate drove Lev to a local group known as the Arctic Sons. They were a small gang from a nearby city, but their members occasionally visited Lev’s town, and when they did? Oh, Lev felt free. He felt fantastic, in fact. He had people who would listen and who, in turn, supplied him with extra education outside of what the school provided. He learned to fight from people who had been in fights. Academically, he was a star! Combat wise? He was a threat.
Well. Lev got uppity.
One night, after his father had broken one of Lev’s teeth with a killer right hook, Lev had went out with a sharp stone and keyed an inconspicuous car. He had smashed its windows, destroying it until it was nothing more than a pile of metal and glass.
And the next day? The owner of that car came knocking, and Lev’s father met him at the door.
In a different world, Lev knew exactly what he felt when he came home from school to find his father bleeding out on the ground. In this one, though, it was a mixed bag. Sweet, his jackass father was dead! But that was also his father. And, as mean as he was, he did raise Lev. These conflicting emotions only got worse when police arrived and Lev was asked a lot of questions too fast.
The back of the cop car was bad. The fact that the cops thought he did it was worse.
One thing led to another, and Lev was behind bars. No other suspects existed, and he spent a handful of years serving for a crime that he had only seen the aftermath of. His temper mellowed. He watched people. Learned their connections.
One guy - Fyodor, an older gentleman who was in for some kind of financial crime - had some… interesting connections. He talked about a group that would probably welcome someone like Lev into their ranks. A smart guy with a good Quirk? Sign them up. The two of them hatched a plan.
Evening rolled around. Three months before he was set to get out, Lev broke out. Fyodor went with him.
They fled as fast as they could, laughing into the tundra. Fyodor offered Lev a new name - yeah, that’s right, Lev isn’t his real name. It’s his chosen name.
Fyodor brought him to the mob who, true to his words, welcomed Lev with open arms.
But the moral of this story isn’t you find family through hardship. It’s good things don’t last.
Lev was ambitious. The mob was big, and he was quick to network with other aspects of it until he could recite every part of the so-called Lily by heart. His ambition got him jobs, and soon enough? He was your regular old hitman. Assassin. Killer. Whatever you needed him to be. He became closer with Fyodor, who - by then - he had simply learned to call Otets. Lev was a hitman. An assassin. A thief. A knee-buster for the Lily family.
Tell you what. We’ll drop the flowery language, we’ll drop the prose, and we’ll give it to you straight: Lev Fyodorov is a murderer. More than that, he’s a murderer and a breakoff member of some Russian mob that has made a name for itself by leaving lilies in the gashed throats of their victims.
He was born in a Russian village with no name, mostly because ‘village’ is a generous way to describe it. It was a few buildings in a frostbitten grove, that’s all. He was raised with his father, for his mother had already crossed over to the other side. His father was a Hero, a real savior, which was fantastic for the town. Strength was needed to survive. His father once pulled a car out of a river, you know! He used that same hand to hit Lev. The same foot that created a chasm? Yep, same foot that drove itself straight into Lev’s abdomen.
Maybe his father was mad because Lev’s mother had died in childbirth. Maybe it was because, on the same day that Lev was born, his father had gotten into a crash on the road and his favorite truck had been totalled as a result. Ultimately, the reason didn’t matter. His father hated him, and Lev hated him too.
This hate drove Lev to a local group known as the Arctic Sons. They were a small gang from a nearby city, but their members occasionally visited Lev’s town, and when they did? Oh, Lev felt free. He felt fantastic, in fact. He had people who would listen and who, in turn, supplied him with extra education outside of what the school provided. He learned to fight from people who had been in fights. Academically, he was a star! Combat wise? He was a threat.
Well. Lev got uppity.
One night, after his father had broken one of Lev’s teeth with a killer right hook, Lev had went out with a sharp stone and keyed an inconspicuous car. He had smashed its windows, destroying it until it was nothing more than a pile of metal and glass.
And the next day? The owner of that car came knocking, and Lev’s father met him at the door.
In a different world, Lev knew exactly what he felt when he came home from school to find his father bleeding out on the ground. In this one, though, it was a mixed bag. Sweet, his jackass father was dead! But that was also his father. And, as mean as he was, he did raise Lev. These conflicting emotions only got worse when police arrived and Lev was asked a lot of questions too fast.
The back of the cop car was bad. The fact that the cops thought he did it was worse.
One thing led to another, and Lev was behind bars. No other suspects existed, and he spent a handful of years serving for a crime that he had only seen the aftermath of. His temper mellowed. He watched people. Learned their connections.
One guy - Fyodor, an older gentleman who was in for some kind of financial crime - had some… interesting connections. He talked about a group that would probably welcome someone like Lev into their ranks. A smart guy with a good Quirk? Sign them up. The two of them hatched a plan.
Evening rolled around. Three months before he was set to get out, Lev broke out. Fyodor went with him.
They fled as fast as they could, laughing into the tundra. Fyodor offered Lev a new name - yeah, that’s right, Lev isn’t his real name. It’s his chosen name.
Fyodor brought him to the mob who, true to his words, welcomed Lev with open arms.
But the moral of this story isn’t you find family through hardship. It’s good things don’t last.
Lev was ambitious. The mob was big, and he was quick to network with other aspects of it until he could recite every part of the so-called Lily by heart. His ambition got him jobs, and soon enough? He was your regular old hitman. Assassin. Killer. Whatever you needed him to be. He became closer with Fyodor, who - by then - he had simply learned to call Otets. Lev was a hitman. An assassin. A thief. A knee-buster for the Lily family.
Soon enough, he became a true member of the Lily family.
Eventually, they wanted a lead in Japan. Someone to go in there, gather members, and work something out. The yakuza were powerful. The Lily didn’t want a monopoly on crime forming. Not one that they weren’t the head of, anyways.
So, here he is. Technically working for the Lily, using an antique shop called Dominion as his front.
For now, he's with the Lily... but, hey, if a better deal comes along - or someone big comes knocking asking for someone bigger to be turned to dust - he'll damn sure hear them out, as long as it furthers his own goals.
So, here he is. Technically working for the Lily, using an antique shop called Dominion as his front.
For now, he's with the Lily... but, hey, if a better deal comes along - or someone big comes knocking asking for someone bigger to be turned to dust - he'll damn sure hear them out, as long as it furthers his own goals.
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His phone, naturally.
A series of keys on his belt.
When he's on the job, a nice owl-like mask to protect his identity.
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His phone, naturally.
A series of keys on his belt.
When he's on the job, a nice owl-like mask to protect his identity.
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[attr="class","header2"]ATTRIBUTES
| » AWARENESS (C) He's decent at picking up on things, though not flawless. | » VITALITY (C-) He's not built for long fights. |
| » DURABILITY (B-) He knows how to take a hit. Has to, in this business. | » SPEED (B-) He's been running from the start. Gotta be good at it by now. |
| » DEXTERITY (C-) He prefers slitting throats to picking pockets. | » STRENGTH (C) He lifts, but he could always lift more. |
Limit Breakers: 11 Available | 1/45 Used
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[attr="class","header2"]EQUIPMENT
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QUIRK NAME: Chernobog
QUIRK RANK: S
QUIRK TYPE: Emitter
QUIRK DESCRIPTION: Chernobog is an Emitter type Quirk that allows the user to (1) rapidly disintegrate whatever their bare skin comes into contact with and (2) control the ashes created by that destruction.
Objects affected by his Quirk will appear to have a black flame surrounding them. However, this flame is purely cosmetic, and does not give off any heat, light, or other effects. When an object or target is fully destroyed by his Quirk, they become nothing more than white dust indistinguishable from freshly fallen snow in both temperature and coloration. Lev can control the speed and intensity of this effect to an impressive degree at his current standing, slowing it to be torturous or speeding it up to where it's a blink-and-you'll-miss-it burst. It's then that the other aspect of his quirk - the manipulation of those ashes - comes into play.
In terms of the ashes and his control over them, Lev can shape the residue from his Quirk into various constructs such as ladders, spears, or weaponry, as well as adjust the density of them by packing ashes together. In his current state, he's mostly limited by his creativity and the amount of ashes he has on hand. The upper limit of what he can make in terms of size with his ashes is roughly a construct, item, or weapon roughly the size of a halberd (roughly 5-6 feet). He can create two or three halberd sized creations maximum depending on the amount of ash he has on hand, whereas - for other creations of varying sizes that aren't halberd sized - he can create five or seven of them, again depending on the amount of ash he has on hand.
The disintegration aspect of Chernobog, as it's entirely contact based, does not always need a line of sight. There are circumstances, however, where he does. If he's blinded, he can still activate it as long as his bare skin can make contact with something around him; as long as he's blinded, however, he will not be able to manipulate the ashes that come of that destruction.
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QUIRK NAME: Chernobog
QUIRK RANK: S
QUIRK TYPE: Emitter
QUIRK DESCRIPTION: Chernobog is an Emitter type Quirk that allows the user to (1) rapidly disintegrate whatever their bare skin comes into contact with and (2) control the ashes created by that destruction.
Objects affected by his Quirk will appear to have a black flame surrounding them. However, this flame is purely cosmetic, and does not give off any heat, light, or other effects. When an object or target is fully destroyed by his Quirk, they become nothing more than white dust indistinguishable from freshly fallen snow in both temperature and coloration. Lev can control the speed and intensity of this effect to an impressive degree at his current standing, slowing it to be torturous or speeding it up to where it's a blink-and-you'll-miss-it burst. It's then that the other aspect of his quirk - the manipulation of those ashes - comes into play.
In terms of the ashes and his control over them, Lev can shape the residue from his Quirk into various constructs such as ladders, spears, or weaponry, as well as adjust the density of them by packing ashes together. In his current state, he's mostly limited by his creativity and the amount of ashes he has on hand. The upper limit of what he can make in terms of size with his ashes is roughly a construct, item, or weapon roughly the size of a halberd (roughly 5-6 feet). He can create two or three halberd sized creations maximum depending on the amount of ash he has on hand, whereas - for other creations of varying sizes that aren't halberd sized - he can create five or seven of them, again depending on the amount of ash he has on hand.
The disintegration aspect of Chernobog, as it's entirely contact based, does not always need a line of sight. There are circumstances, however, where he does. If he's blinded, he can still activate it as long as his bare skin can make contact with something around him; as long as he's blinded, however, he will not be able to manipulate the ashes that come of that destruction.
As for the human rate of decay for his Quirk, it tends to be pretty damn quick; at full strength with no-holds-bars, the average Quirkless individual with no protection or gear can be whisked away into ash in a matter of seconds. For those with Quirks or defensive aspects, however, the rate can fluctuate. Note, however, that writer consent will always be obtained before any player characters are affected by Chernobog.
QUIRK DRAWBACKS: First and foremost, Lev's emotions can impact his ability to control his Quirk. This is to say that, if he's especially emotional, his Quirk may activate on its own, risking the safety of those who might be in direct contact with him in the moment.
Beyond the narrative effect of that, however, his Quirk is one that is solely limited by close quarters. If he can't reach something to destroy it, then he can't create ashes to control. Chernobog lives and dies as a Quirk by Lev's ability to grab onto items or opponents, turn them to ash, and then manipulate that ash as a more precise weapon. If you stay out of his reach and keep an eye on his ashes, you're fine.
Naturally, his Quirk can be completely nullified by putting him in water or in the air, as there's nothing for him to destroy there and he can turn neither water nor air into ash. Additionally, his ash functions the same as actual ash; it becomes harder to use when it gets damp or wet, and can still be destroyed. While he can pack ashes together to create more durable weapons or constructs, such often requires more destruction in order to create more ashes.
Lev's ability to control his ashes is entirely based on sight. Unlike the other aspect of his Quirk, he has to be able to (1) see the ashes that he intends to manipulate and (2) be able to move his body in order to manipulate them, with this movement often being either a twitch of the finger or a full body motion depending on the amount of ash being manipulated. This ash still follows the regular physics of actual ash, in that it will become soggy and unusable if exposed to water, it can still be burned, destroyed, etc. While he can pack ashes together to make them stronger or sharper and reinforce his creations, he is always going to be limited by the area around him and by the amount of ashes he has in the moment. He can only manipulate ashes that come directly from his Quirk.
Lev's ability to control his ashes is entirely based on sight. Unlike the other aspect of his Quirk, he has to be able to (1) see the ashes that he intends to manipulate and (2) be able to move his body in order to manipulate them, with this movement often being either a twitch of the finger or a full body motion depending on the amount of ash being manipulated. This ash still follows the regular physics of actual ash, in that it will become soggy and unusable if exposed to water, it can still be burned, destroyed, etc. While he can pack ashes together to make them stronger or sharper and reinforce his creations, he is always going to be limited by the area around him and by the amount of ashes he has in the moment. He can only manipulate ashes that come directly from his Quirk.
Finally, the size of the object comes into play. Smaller objects can be destroyed in the blink of an eye even when Lev is trying to hold his Quirk back, whereas larger objects take much more time. He can destroy a baseball in record time. Trying to destroy a building, on the other hand... well, now we're gonna be here a while.
EXP REMAINING: 0
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SKILL RANK: A-
SKILL DESCRIPTION: You don't get as far as he has without learning how to drop someone. Lev is intimately aware of how to take someone down from the shadows and, while he isn't world-class, he's damn good at what he does; guy knows how to do a damn good sneak attack and take advantage of his surroundings in a fight. His specialty happens to be battleaxes in close quarters combat, which one can imagine that he wields with a great amount of ease compared to the average person.
[attr="class","header2"]SKILL - WINTER'S SOLDIER
SKILL RANK: A-
SKILL DESCRIPTION: You don't get as far as he has without learning how to drop someone. Lev is intimately aware of how to take someone down from the shadows and, while he isn't world-class, he's damn good at what he does; guy knows how to do a damn good sneak attack and take advantage of his surroundings in a fight. His specialty happens to be battleaxes in close quarters combat, which one can imagine that he wields with a great amount of ease compared to the average person.
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SKILL RANK: D
SKILL DESCRIPTION: Okay, listen. He knows how to use a phone. He can maybe guess your password if he's lucky. But actually doing serious hacking? Bah. Probably not. The most he can do right now, in theory, is maybe get into someone's phone - but he's as likely to do that correctly as he is to fail miserably at it.
[attr="class","header2"]SKILL - HACKING
SKILL RANK: D
SKILL DESCRIPTION: Okay, listen. He knows how to use a phone. He can maybe guess your password if he's lucky. But actually doing serious hacking? Bah. Probably not. The most he can do right now, in theory, is maybe get into someone's phone - but he's as likely to do that correctly as he is to fail miserably at it.
PLAYED BY THORN
EXP REMAINING: 0
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