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Sept 29, 2023 23:59:19 GMT
Post by Chernobog on Sept 29, 2023 23:59:19 GMT
In my hand is the gun I hold Locked and loaded, I'm coming for you I'm heading out, running fast as I can and even now I see that you're shaking too Trapped in a room that's never been warm, I stretched out my hand frozen cold to the core He was not so proud as to deny credit where it was due. Lev knew this about himself and, as such, he was willing to award the demon a point for having his wits about him; quick-thinking was winning this fight, whereas unfamiliarity with Japan and her ever-rambunctious population was what was making Lev lose. He insisted upon this line of thought as his attention whirled towards the first sound he heard, that little click of a stick against familiar spheres. He knew what Quirks in his homeland could do. He knew what a few here and there beyond it could do. Japan was new. This, he assured himself, was a test run. The same trick? Lev thought, immediately clocking one of the balls heading towards him. The one to his left was met with a rush of ash, his hand-axe dispersing itself to form a split-second shield. That took care of one problem. Then there was the other one headed right towards him. You can't be serious. Part of him wanted to scoff. My ash might not block it forever, but I can still move-A CLACK sounded. And a throbbing pain rushed up from his jaw. He stumbled back, ash swirling for a split-second. The split-second shield crumbled, whipping towards him a moment later. His head was throbbing. The target was moving. The demon had actually managed to catch him off guard with the same goddamn trick. God. He was grateful that no one he actually cared about was watching; had any of his associates seen this, oh, he would be fired. No, he would be killed. No, worse - he would be fired, kept alive, and turned into nothing shy of a living suitcase with one of their Quirks. He snatched one of the balls as they clacked against the ground. Black flame wrapped around it. The target was moving. Screw the demon. Screw it all. The target needed to die. Everything else could fuck right off. A nail of ash went through the air like a damned bolt. Right through the back of the head, then out the forehead was his aim. "I am done with this." He snarled. His head whipped to the demon, or where he thought the bastard ought to have been. No words left him, but the unspoken decree was clear: I'm done with you.MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Sept 29, 2023 22:58:25 GMT
Post by Chernobog on Sept 29, 2023 22:58:25 GMT
In my hand is the gun I hold Locked and loaded, I'm coming for you I'm heading out, running fast as I can and even now I see that you're shaking too Trapped in a room that's never been warm, I stretched out my hand frozen cold to the core It wasn't often that he pitied the people he had to kill. Usually, after all, if someone else wanted them dead... then there was a good enough reason. Maybe they shorted someone a few grand or, even worse, maybe they hurt someone near and dear to his employer. The exact specifics were never fully asked about in certain cases - mainly those were pay was decent - and, as such, Lev hadn't pondered too much about why his employer would want the shrieking man dead. Hearing that scream, though, gave him a few ideas about why someone might want him turned to ash in the wind. Frankly, he should have covered his bases. He should have made sure that he was alone. By now, however, annoyance was starting to claim him. First the devil, then the hit on the head, now a shrieking man who wasn't worth the ground he sat on. Hell, he was probably worth less than that. Safe to say that he was eager, moving quickly, and - had he gotten his way - soon to be finished with this little task. Ash swirled around his digits. A bolt of it flew forward, right towards his target. As long as he kept his gaze up, that would be it. Right through the target's throat. Sure, he could be saved with fast enough medical action, but the demon didn't strike him as the sort to have a healing quirk - unless the migraine Lev was currently nursing was actually just a side-effect of some unknown illness being cured, that was. Case and point, that should have been it. And then a fucking box hit him. A straight up crate. It broke against his back, sending the assassin forward and - for a moment - reeling. He muttered a series of foreign curses that would've made the spirit of his mother pale. "You are getting annoying, demon," He spat, forcing himself to straighten up. The flung ash had fallen short of its mark, but he still had plenty, and it was still in his view. With the twitch of his finger, the ash was up again, zipping back towards him and worming together with the other collected pieces to form a tightly knit hand-axe. His weapon of choice never failed him. While that was in one hand, the other moved to snatch an actual and proper axe from his belt. "I can still make this a peaceful and painless death for you two," The assassin cautioned. "If you throw another goddamn box or ball at me, however, I will make it hurt."MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Sept 26, 2023 16:49:45 GMT
Post by Chernobog on Sept 26, 2023 16:49:45 GMT
In my hand is the gun I hold Locked and loaded, I'm coming for you I'm heading out, running fast as I can and even now I see that you're shaking too Trapped in a room that's never been warm, I stretched out my hand frozen cold to the core Lev ran on arrogance and spite, and in this moment - head still pounding from the brief collision between his mask and the gods-be-damned pool ball of all things - it was more so spite than anything else. The target was going to die. If the demon didn't watch his steps, he'd be joining the idiot in the grave. Hell, even if he did watch his step, now there was a defined temptation to find a way to grab the bastard and watch him blow away on the wind. Lev forced himself to take a deep breath. Anger would get him nowhere. Aggression, however, would get him everywhere. The warehouse was still his goal, and the scream inside of it... Perfect.He hurried to find a way down from the roof. A fire-escape took him closer to the ground, and a small leap put him right where he wanted to be. His knees ached a bit from the impact; he was more durable than most, sure, but jumping from a fire-escape was still a decent fall - and, to his credit, he was still nursing a fresh headache. One easy job, that's all I wanted. He thought to himself. I suppose that really is too much to ask.He started towards the warehouse, snatching bits of stone and rock as he ran. Each one was turned to ash, which then started wrapping around his wrists. Keeping them in view to keep them spinning, Lev quickly made his way towards the warehouse doors. The demon had vanished somewhere, possibly running away, but... No, he seemed too arrogant to do that. Sure, seeing black flame was scary for some, but idiots had the unfortunate habit of being brave about things that could kill them. Mind, he didn't like assuming. It never tended to work out for him. But to that end... No, it'd be too easy to deal with the target and not encounter the demon again. He adjusted his mask as he ran. Too much focus on the future could detract from the present, and he could not afford that right now. Let's see what the dead-man-walking really looks like.MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Sept 20, 2023 0:20:17 GMT
Post by Chernobog on Sept 20, 2023 0:20:17 GMT
In my hand is the gun I hold Locked and loaded, I'm coming for you I'm heading out, running fast as I can and even now I see that you're shaking too Trapped in a room that's never been warm, I stretched out my hand frozen cold to the core Oh how hilarious the overconfident were. Here this man was, wearing a demon mask and using a common game as his weapon, and what did he have the gall to do? He had the gall - the sheer audacity, really - to reject the offer for conversation! Why, if Lev had actually given a damn about having an extended dialogue with the son of a bitch, he would no doubt have been incredibly disappointed.
Thankfully, it seemed neither were truly interested in talking. If the other had seen through his attempt to buy time or was simply never honest about their question regarding names, Lev didn't know. Frankly, he didn't care.
And then the idiot said that.
Lev was not a person who laughed frequently. The most anyone ever got out of him was a stronger exhale through his nose. The fact that the other's comment got an audible chuckle out of Lev was a sign enough - to those who may have been familiar with the owl, wherever they were - that one of two things were going to happen.
1. This man was going to die, or 2. This man was going get someone else killed, and then die.
"In Hell?" Lev huffed. "You watch too much-"
Something flashed in the corner of his vision. A projectile. A sharp one? No. It must've been another ball. His attention on the man's quip had cost him valuable reaction time.
Too fast- Lev braced.
CLONK!
The ball slammed into his mask. Lev stumbled back, immediately reaching for the side of the building. The paneling he gripped was loose; not fully attached, not anymore.
"... Alright." Black flame sparked around his digits, then around the panel. In an instant, it was nothing but ash - a collection of which quickly shaped itself into a pair of thin knife-like projectiles. "Perish."
Lev threw one arm forward. In the same motion, one weapon went flying towards the demon. The other went towards the warehouse itself. Putting ash in it would sacrifice that gained ammunition but, to that end, it'd also put ash in there for later.
Let's see what you've got.
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Sept 18, 2023 21:08:50 GMT
Post by Chernobog on Sept 18, 2023 21:08:50 GMT
In my hand is the gun I hold Locked and loaded, I'm coming for you I'm heading out, running fast as I can and even now I see that you're shaking too Trapped in a room that's never been warm, I stretched out my hand frozen cold to the core Tonight really was his lucky night. His first guess on hiding spots had been right and, as a result, here a treat for the evening was: A man in a mask with too much confidence and far too much appreciation for the unholy. Oh, and he could shoot poolballs. Wait. What? Lev's thoughts dropped their prose. For a brief moment, only one phrase existed in his mind: 'What the fuck?'Quirks were odd things. They came in all shapes and sizes, and could conjure up all sorts of unique effects. Hell, to deny the fact that Quirks could do some of the weirdest possible things was to deny reality itself. For every Quirk that could destroy city blocks, there was another that simply shot wrinkled up paper around or bent spoons. But poolballs? That? Really? His gaze shot to the mostly-expected-but-still-unexpected party. That demon mask... He wouldn't have minded starting a collection around it. A nice bunch of masks worn by the arrogant and overconfident. Lords knew that his own would be right at the center of them, but that was beyond the point. "Oh. You speak English. How coincidental." Lev's voice was heavily accented, his slavic heritage all the clearer. He had tried and failed to train himself out of it for a time, in fact - but it was always going to be there. Damning, but still a part of him. He quietly kept a note of how much ash he had left. Not enough to make a halberd. Barely enough to make a shield in the event of another ball coming his way. He'd have to get more somehow, and something told him that the demon wouldn't let him collect stone and pebbles while they bantered. Right. Buying time, then."You tell me yours first. Oh, and do let me know where you got your mask. It looks halfway decent." MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Sept 18, 2023 13:46:25 GMT
Post by Chernobog on Sept 18, 2023 13:46:25 GMT
In my hand is the gun I hold Locked and loaded, I'm coming for you I'm heading out, running fast as I can and even now I see that you're shaking too Trapped in a room that's never been warm, I stretched out my hand frozen cold to the core If he had a coin for every time an assassination plan would ultimately wind up involving himself, an idiot, and a likely smarter than average but still idiot idiot, he'd have two coins. It wasn't a lot. It was, however, odd that it had happened twice in his professional career. Suppose the first time made sense, all things considered; being new to the field, his first job had been a bit of a mess, and dealing with the pair of absolute dumbasses he had been assigned to kill hadn't made it any better.
This time, though, he managed to have the vaguest of hopes that things would be different. That maybe he could be quick and precise about this. Kill the man, possibly kill his bodyguard if he truly had one, then leave. Easy money.
Something warned him that it likely wouldn't be that simple but, well. When you were as confident as Lev Fyodorov, you had the unique tendency to ignore that little voice of warning in favor of chasing after the faster solutions.
The way he saw it, there were a few different ways to go about this. He could be loud and immediately bust in, but there were two issues with that plan: 1.) if someone was in there, then he'd give himself away and immediately be vulnerable for attack... and 2) if no one was in there, then it'd be unneeded property damage for the owner.
Mind, the owner was probably just as much a sack of shit as the target - and possibly as much of one as Lev himself - but still. Best to not inconvenience the uninvolved whenever he can help it.
The other way he could go about it was to head onto the roof and look for a way in from there. If someone was inside, though, and they heard him, he'd have a one way ticket to the ground below.
A third way... was ruled out as he continued to keep an eye on the warehouse. Huh. He squinted behind his mask, vaguely able to make out the familiar shape of... what was that, a camera? Oh. They had cameras up. Of course they would have cameras up.
He groaned under his breath.
"Alright," He grumbled to himself. "Let's start there."
He started moving. One rooftop to another once again, snatching any pieces of loose stone or roofing that he could. Ammunition would be plentiful if a fight broke out but, when going into a possibly volatile situation, it was best to be safe rather than sorry. After a few collections, he had himself a nice collection of snow-like ash orbiting around his hands as a gathering of small needle-like projectiles.
The flick of his wrist sent one such needle straight into one of the cameras. As he moved, another needle struck a secondary camera. He'd keep moving, noting the blindspots created, but getting rid of the cameras one by one in the meantime.
Can't risk being on film. Gonna have to search the place afterwards for its security database... He rolled his eyes under his mask. Of course this wasn't going to be easy.
... Some part of him, though, did delight in the idea of taking out camera after camera. If there were people inside, were they afraid? Had they already spotted him, and were now dealing with the reality of their visibility being reduced more with every passing moment?
Did they know that a beast was on their doorstep, or were they still oblivious?
The anticipation made his heart roar in his ears. Even if the search wound up being a complete dud and his target wasn't actually there, he could at least feel a spark of joy at being a boogeyman, if only for a few moments. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Sept 17, 2023 14:48:04 GMT
Post by Chernobog on Sept 17, 2023 14:48:04 GMT
In my hand is the gun I hold Locked and loaded, I'm coming for you I'm heading out, running fast as I can and even now I see that you're shaking too Trapped in a room that's never been warm, I stretched out my hand frozen cold to the core In a different life - perhaps a better life - he rejected the job as soon as it came to his table. No sooner would the words "assassinate a motherfucker" have left his employers lips than Lev would have either thrown the man out of his office, or turned him to dust and swept him up with little regard afterwards. That would have been it. He would be out on a paycheck, but funds were still coming in as eager as ever from his ever-generous benefactors. He could miss one check without serious consequence.
... But it was a decently sized check, and it involved another particular organization as far as he knew. Not one that his had ever crossed paths with, of course, but an organization all the same; the specifics of who the greater leaders were and what exactly these people were doing were ignored by Lev, had they been brought up, on account of him not giving a single solidified fuck.
Kill each other, He thought, make me do less work in the long haul.
One admittedly tense negotiation later, and here he is. Lev's in that nice black suit with a signature owl mask covering his features, and he has plenty of time.
Odds are that the target has security. If he doesn't, easy. If he does, then that's another body to the count. He notes, hopping from one rooftop to the next. It's admittedly more than a little tedious to travel this way, especially given his own lackluster physical abilities at times, but it's easier and less noticeable than traveling by car.
It's a matter of convenience. Maybe one day, he won't have to do this at all. Get high enough in the Lily, and - rather than being a pushed domino - he'll be the pusher.
The matter of finding his target is a semi-issue. A few locations were given, but the first - some warehouse who-knows-where - is the one he's decided to check first. Maybe he'll get lucky and they'll already be there, and his job will be short and simple.
Alternatively, he may be wasting valuable time.
Either way, he's getting paid.
Soon enough, the warehouse comes into view, and... he can't really tell if it's occupied or not. Credit where it's due, he'll give the target points for finding perhaps the most ordinary looking warehouse in Japan.
Lev lowers himself on the rooftop, eyeing the building. It'll take a bit of time to note the entrances and exits, but a few moments of observation have never killed anyone.
Besides, He scoffs in his mind. It's not like that bastard has anywhere else to be. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Sept 15, 2023 14:08:16 GMT
Post by Chernobog on Sept 15, 2023 14:08:16 GMT
things will appear here over time.
it will probably look prettier eventually.
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Sept 15, 2023 14:01:08 GMT
Post by Chernobog on Sept 15, 2023 14:01:08 GMT
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Sept 13, 2023 4:35:44 GMT
Post by Chernobog on Sept 13, 2023 4:35:44 GMT
[googlefont=Quicksand] [attr="class","likedo"] [attr="class","likedotitle"] [attr="class","likedotitle2"]CHARACTER APPLICATION [attr="class","likedoinfo"] LINK TO COMPLETED CHARACTER SHEET: hereMATHEMATICAL BREAKDOWN: 100k completely spent. 250 for a D rank
3500 for 2 C- ranks 6500 for 2 C ranks 16000 for 2 B- Ranks 21000 for 1 A-Rank 52750 for 1 S-Rank
also, politely requesting that - if adjustments need to be made/a pending is given - they're sent through the forum message function/forum PM instead of posting it at the bottom of the profile itself if possible.
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Sept 13, 2023 4:30:38 GMT
Post by Chernobog on Sept 13, 2023 4:30:38 GMT
credits to @rx for the template [attr="class","body"] [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[attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header2"]PERSONALITY » POSITIVE TRAITS:✔ Respectful ✔ Empathetic ✔ Intelligent ✔ Honest
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| »LIKES:✔ Warm Tea ✔ Old Books ✔ Black Cats ✔ Collecting
| »DISLIKES:✘ Rap Music ✘ Spicy Foods ✘ Weighted Blankets ✘ Mirrors
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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? 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. [attr="class","body"] [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. [attr="class","body"] [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.
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.
[attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header2"]ITEMS 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. [attr="class","body"] [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 [attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header2"]EQUIPMENT N/A [attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header2"]QUIRK 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. 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. [attr="class","body"] [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. [attr="class","body"] [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 [newclass=.body]width:450px;margin:auto;text-align:justify;font-family:arial;font-size:14px;[/newclass] [newclass=.body b]color:#c93232[/newclass] [newclass=.header1]font:bold 40px Arial;width:390px;background:rgb(25,25,25);color:rgb(254, 254, 254);text-align:center;padding:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.header2]font:bold 30px Arial;width:420px;background:rgb(25,25,25);margin:auto;color:rgb(254, 254, 254);text-align:center;padding:15px;[/newclass]
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