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Maxim Artemovich Kulakov  the basics full name • Dr. Maxim Artemovich Kulakov nickname • Maks (Max), The Wolf member group • Plebea rank in the current group • Assassin for hire age • 34 birthday • October 3, 1982 gender • Male sexuality • Heterosexual occupation • English Professor at University of Chicago nationality • Russian accent • Very small hint of Russian, some British tendencies loyalty • The highest bidder the looks face claim • Gaspard Ulliel height • 180cm (5’ 11”) hair color • Black eye color • Dark blue skin • Fair skin (pale) the personality likes - Reading - Chocolates - Football (No, not the American sort.) - Walks in the park dislikes - The “scum” of Chicago - Western Media - Manchester United F.C. - Willingly uneducated people strengths - “Gun play” - Disguise weaknesses - Pretty women - His parents hobbies - Reading in the park habits - Gambling fears) - His Parents finding out what he does dreams - Make a substantial change in the world overall personality • Qui audet adipiscitur A very ambitious man, Maxim has never let anything stop him. From a young age it was obvious that he was adventurous, and his fearless demeanor always kept him pushing, searching for the next thrill. When he was young, Maxim was gentle and kind, a loving soul who was, perhaps, too emotional. Now as a man, Maxim shows very little emotion, almost seeming dispassionate. Now an impartial businessman, Maxim sees the world from a different point of view - kind eyes turned to eyes of greed, and the once loyal soldier turned into a selfish sinner. However, he is still passionate about one thing, and that is remaining disciplined at his practice, almost to a philosophical point. However, he is constantly combating his inconsistent desire to go to a city with more beautiful sites, and less ugly crime. He can be seen as cunning, and while he may have his own agenda, he keeps his cards close and his thoughts closer. the history mother • Isabella Marie Knight (Kulakov), 60, father • Anton Vitalievich Kulakov, 65, retired Spetsnaz hometown • Born in St. Petersburg, Russia - considers his hometown to be London, England previous group • SAS previous group's rank • Lieutenant overall history • Born to a Spetsnaz father and his wife, Isabella, Maxim was the only child of the two. His father was not around often, and Maxim was often the victim of his mother’s hopelessness. By the time he was thirteen they had a messy divorce, leaving Isabella and Maxim to return to her family’s estate in London, England. Maxim was always an adventurer, and he loved London for everything it offered, he would often spend the nights out and about the city, performing devious acts. People would say “well, kids are kids”, but Maxim was the worst of the bunch. From break ins and robberies to graffiti, Maxim did whatever was “in”. It all changed when a rival gang jumped them, leaving Maxim with a broken nose and a broken rib - and leaving one of his best friends in a coma. After that everything seemed to change - for the better, Maxim became a better person, found a passion in books and literature, and when he was seventeen, he began attending the University of Oxford. He majored in English Literature, and after four years he graduated and joined the British Army, where served for roughly two years before applying and passing the rigorous six-month selection process. Upon graduation, Maxim was assigned to the Special Projects team, where he was trained in Close Quarter Battle, sniper techniques, and extensive training in hostage rescue. He served for another six years, being deployed across the world - rarely spending time in England. He had made Lieutenant, and when he was honorably discharged, he decided to take a leap across the pond to the great United States of America. He arrived in New York City, and he was disgusted at how dirty everything was. He continued his education at New York University, where he received both his Master's and Doctorate in English Literature, with the intention of becoming a teacher and settling down. There were no jobs in New York City, and Maxim reverted to old ways. He still remembers his first hit - the first time he ever shot somebody not out of hatred, anger, or orders... but because somebody had offered him money. He made a name for himself in New York City in the deep underground, most only knew him as “The Wolf”, the man who specialized in taking out targets - as long as the money was good. Roughly six months ago, Maxim heard that there was more money to be made in Chicago, so he packed up, and overnight, disappeared from New York City. He’s a first-year professor at U.C., though by night he is something much worse. the role player ooc name/alias • Jason experience • On-and-off for twelve or fifteen years other characters • N/A how you found us • RPG-D the roleplay sample sample: Not all those who wander are lost Aurilia, Dathomir 2300 Hours “Stalker three has land, say again - stalker three has landed.” “Solid copy stalker three, Warlord squadron is keeping a holding pattern - tell us if you need anything.” “Solid copy... will do.” In the back of Stalker Three, a single man sat - cloaked in black and resting on his knees, he meditated. In his mind he reached out in an attempt to find something... anything. He knew why he was here, and now he sought the means to accomplish his goal. Slowly standing from his meditation, the man checked his equipment, his utility belt, and lastly - his lightsaber, making sure it was clipped where - if he needed to make it visible, he could... however, the man didn’t come for a fight, no, that would be most unfortunate. He stepped off the back of the transport shuttle, two guards quickly standing at attention at attention at the back of the shuttle - they would ensure that it stayed safe for the short time he was here. He walked quietly through the forest, a heavy rain silencing his steps as he approached the city, his head hung low, still feeling with the force, trying to find somebody that would be able to set him on the right path. The one-hundred yard walk was filled with pondering, searching, and finally - as he stepped from the forest and took the short walk to the beginnings of the city; everything seemed to answer itself. He found somebody. He didn’t conceal himself, in fact, Vinyx openly broadcasted the power he emitted as he walked through the streets, after all, he had no idea how to find this woman, and had hoped that she would instead find him. So there he walked, soaked by the heavy rain, under the night sky - hoping to play bait to find this person. |
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