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Name: Konstantin [Nom de guerre: "Excalibur"]
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Age: 16-23 (unknown)
Fluff: There are many mysteries in the history of man, and often when man fails to rationalize a logical reason as to why said events are occurring, he looks to the occult for answers. Konstantin is one such answer, a test-tube baby grown from a human embryo spliced with DNA located in the deep reaches of Siberia, from the Dyatlov Pass incident. The resulting baby came out human enough, and for reasons unknown, was trained in the arts of war. But this is certain; young Konstantin's childhood was one of brutal training and a spartan lifestyle, as once the facility was shutdown, he was confined to the Gulag. Then the fire nati- The horror from the pacific rim attacked. His "home" burned as ungodly things rushed forth from holes in reality, he saw the very Earth itself crack under the weight of creatures that were unto gods, so powerful and immense were they. He saw his handlers ripped limb from limb, his prison reduced to non-euclidean geometries, and the very heavens themselves rage against the earth. He ran, lower and lower in the bowels of the Gulag, attempting to escape the horrors above, and he finally thought his brief, miserable existence over when the roof caved in on him. Several days later he awoke in a horse drawn wagon outside of Moscow, a gruff old man who said nothing to him was driving. Upon reaching the city he was immediately taken by gruffer men, covered in scars and with an aura that can only be described as "Dreadful" -KGB- and sequestered to a training facility deep within the Urals. From here he was trained to pilot the massive Mechas that are called upon to face the Megalithic creatures that spew forth from the void to destroy our planet, and failures in simulation meant beating and ration cutting in reality. Very soon, he achieved nothing less then perfect scores on all simulations, as he knew what the alternative would be. A result of this harsh upbringing, Konstantin has had some trouble adapting to a normal lifestyle, he's as fierce as a bear if you manage to piss him off, quite likely to pulp your skull with his fist, heedless of his own Injuries in the process. For a long while, he had to be kept separate from other people, then he was sent to Euro 'Apocalypse' Central Academy, where his skills would be truly tested in the fiery crucible in which the only true heroes are forged. The one place where all men truly share the same rank, regardless of what kind of parasitic scum they were going in. War. It was here he met his best friend, a German lad by the name of Viktor, and for the first time in his life, Konstantin had a friend. Now he struggles against a multitude of things, to deal with the changing emotions in his head, the people around him who are either is friends, or just waiting to stab him in the back; and most of all, The colossal horrible terrifying monsters that shake the very Earth with their wrath. Yet he endures, and in the cold winters to come, when his enemies succumb to the bitter grip of the freezing winds, he will grow stronger. Yes, winter is coming, winter is coming for us all. Also, this cool suit is awesome, but does it have to be so tight? Bitchin' horn though….
Archetype: Emotionally Abused Youngster
Status: [Health: 8(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Skilled Mecha Pilot] [Mecha Combat]
Reputation: Obvious Loner.
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][CCCP Issue Plug Suit][20 Credits][Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]
Relationships: [Viktor S. - Friend] [Kelly Yamato, 3rd Year - Friend]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Academy is Vacation - You survived the Gulag and those bastards after it. Reduce all damage to your Health by 1 per turn. Reduce all damage to EGO and Edge by 2 per turn.
Victory or Death - You've been conditioned to win, and to fail is the ultimate suffering. You may freely enter a berzerk state in or out of a mecha, greatly increasing your attack power against a single target. In this state, you'll fight to the death and refuse to yield an inch.
Back in the USSR - These fools do not know how lucky they are. They'll never understand you, and you'll never trust them. How could you? They're here to hurt you! Noticeable penalty to social interactions.