Post by Mikhail Kozlova on Nov 21, 2011 7:18:29 GMT -5
MIKHAIL KOZLOVA
Name:[/color]
Mikhail Kozlova. But that's Sir to you.
Age:[/color]
I would say twenty eight... wouldn't you?
Gender:[/color]
Come closer and take a look. Hah! At least, that's what I would say if you had the nerves, but no-one seems to have that nowadays. For all you poor souls, all of this... is male.
Sexuality:[/color]
Ask and you shall receive. Touch... and burn.
Occupation:[/color]
People may say I lead the group known as the Plague. I like to think myself more a guide, if anything. Who amounts to more than anyone else. But a guide nonetheless.
Alliance:[/color]
The Plague. Of course. As if I would join any other group that so happened to exist outside of my social circle.
Group:[/color]
Persona User. You are most welcome.
Weapons:[/color]
Who needs martial arts training when you have weapons?
Though I do carry a hunting dagger with me. The German I took it from wasn't very skilled with it, so I decided to put it to better use. I believe he called it 'No, that's mine!' before he warbled out of his existence. This one is slightly shorter than the normal ones which is around 20-30 inches long. He probably shaved it to 15 inches - well, long enough to make it noticeable and threatening. I'm still able to hook it around my waist without any fear of obstruction to my movement.
Past experience has also helped me to shape my own fighting style. Which is hit anything that is in range of you, and kick whatever you can. Preferably, I don't want to get my hands dirty but if forced to, I will.
Beyond that, I get provided with the weapons I want and all the tools I need at my disposal.
Personality:[/color]
Some see their weaknesses as something to be fixed. Well, I embrace mine. I welcome them with open arms, and to turn them into strengths people would die to have. This calm, handsome exterior has the ability to have and take everything he desires. If I want it, I will have it. You are welcome to question why, or how, but why bother when the end is the same?
That's not to say I'll smack and drag people around all day for it. Violence is an answer, but it doesn't have to be all there is in this world. No, I have what you call a rather clever and quick tongue. If you've never heard it, then you cannot possibly begin to imagine the smooth slide of words, the way the syllables melt in your ears. Yes, once I'm done coaxing those poor souls out... ah, but now you must have a somewhat awkward impression of me. Most unfortunate.
See, I am not merely a taker. I am a giver. A Robin Hood of this generation, if you will. Except I am not the kind to discriminate, oh no. I will take when I take, and I will give to whomever I please. Whether it be the legless man twenty blocks down, or even the head of the Dragons themselves, hahaha! Oh, what a look they would have if I float a bundle of bills down their chimney. Laced with poison, of course. Waste not, want not.
Undoubtedly, there are things I want that I will have to work for. While there are some who are most useful to my causes, I've decided that if they can't get things done within a certain limit, then I am forced to take matters into my own hands. That doesn't bother me as much - it means I'm in control. I answer to no-one but myself. Independence is, in the end, the key to victory. Being responsible for over three hundred people is a massive irritation and I like to keep things simple and clean.
Well, as clean as those bastard Dragons will let me.
Likes and Dislikes:[/color]
[+] Lions :: Oh, these magnificent beasts. Their glorious, splendid fur! If anything, they are unparalleled as the King of the Jungle. Some tell me that these creatures are lazy and self centered. I tell them that if they were King, they would be the same way.
[+] Smell of Rain :: This can be our little secret. Having said that, I hope you understand why this is a particular enjoyment of mine. If not... then I fear for your future.
[+] Money :: Ah yes, the bane of everyone's existence - or at least, the bane of those who have none. Such a pity. If I could share it all, I would. Which I can. But that's for another time.
[+] Desserts :: They're good. I like them. Fruit cups (see the first one, if you will), cheesecakes, chocolate pudding. You name it. I'll take it.
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History:[/color]
I'm not a fan of long fairy tales, and neither should you. Story telling is for the weak; for those who wish they were some place else. Some place that is not their reality. If I may say something (which I will, regardless) it is that those who run in such a fashion are damaged. Alas, their poor souls, flitting away into the distance, gamboling with damsels and the Great Danes of the world. Well, no more! If they only had such a taste... ah, but I suppose now is not the time to be promoting our cause, is it? Very well, perhaps I can tell you a sliver of my existence. Rest assured, it will be enough to quench your thirst. However, know too much, and you may end up drinking to your death.
I was born in Vladivostok. That's in Russia, for all you geographically impaired rods out there. Bred and raised by my parents who, I've been told, were KGB agents before my birth. Of course, they were fools to allow themselves to be caught. Long story short, they weren't the parents I wanted but they were the parents I got. I survived, they didn't. Capice?
Moving on. I went to live with my aunt and uncle, the former being a somewhat trembly character, always complaining that it was too hot or too cold. I didn't care. So long as she fed me and clothed me (which was easy enough to do) she could complain all she wanted. My parents had left behind a rather large fortune, though most of it had been confiscated by those damned authorities, they were able to leave behind a somewhat smaller portion than I would have hoped. Nonetheless, looking back on it, it was enough.
School was no issue to me. I'm naturally talented at everything I attempt - that's not to say I attempt everything. Save for the occasional fight here and there, my first few years were nothing to worry about. I wanted to go on and be some sort of bomb scientist. But my uncle wasn't having any of it. He told me about these creatures. These demons from lore that exist around us could be controlled - could be bent to our will. Could be seized... well, I thought my uncle had gone mad. Mad with grief for his work being destroyed in a fire years ago, mad because he was no longer worth anything. I don't blame him.
Well, I do actually.
When I was sixteen, he had locked me in an air tight room, raving about unlocking my potential or some bull like that. No food, no water, no oxygen. Let me tell you right now, you need those three things. Love is unnecessary. Friendship is unnecessary. Food and air, however... those are what makes a man. And bills to blow your nose on, but I digress. Without too much detail to pass, my 'inner self' (cannibalism has nothing to do with me, just as a note) decided to rear its rather unpleasant head. The look on my uncle's face when he snapped the shutter open... while I hate to admit it, it was daunting and nightmarish.
To make a short story shorter, my uncle decided it was a good idea for me to learn Japanese. As if it mattered, but it was either that or learn how to weave. That man was beyond his capabilities to think clearly and while I believed in what he said (most of the time), there was a part of me that knew what he was up to. Not clearly, but I had an idea. No bomb research, no engineering. Illegal criminal activity, involvements of Persona and Demons. He involved me in his little projects, researching these creatures. I suppose he wanted to fund the influential ones as well. For five years, my life went on, building contact upon contact, investing in the black markets of Russia. My reputation was, however, pitiful.
At twenty one, I moved to Japan, along with my uncle and some of his 'colleagues'. We had heard that there was something rather wrong with that place. There were recent statistics and the national news to show for it, and while most of it had been covered up, I have to give it to my uncle. He was mad, but he was clever enough to get the information he wanted. This was when I learned, in passing, about the existence of the Dragons. A few other nameless groups were brought to my attention, but our research was primarily focused on demons.
Alas, all things must come to an end, and it just so happened that my uncle's time was up. I still hadn't forgive him for the pain he inflicted on me that day, and while I did thank him for unlocking my capabilities, he had to go. He had something I wanted, and I was not going to sit around and wait for the old man to fall off his perch. I won't offer too much detail, but my contacts proved useful for protection. I continued forward, following the research my uncle had left behind. The thoughts of just being began to fade. I started to strive for something greater. Power, status. Everything.
At twenty three I created a group - Nameless - focused on this. But at the same time, it was full of people who were... nothing short of unexceptional and completely unworthy. But they were useful. They had ambitions, and who was I to take away their rights? Thankfully, Japan was already in utter chaos. Our integration into their society didn't seem to make a very large impact at first glance, but I knew that we were waiting for that moment. I knew that people had these powers, and all I had to do was help them. Nothing barbaric like my uncle, of course, but I knew he had the right idea in mind.
I was twenty seven when the Sennou Corporation reached me - I did not know how, but I knew that they wanted what we had. Or the potential they saw was too sweet of a fruit to resist. The Dragons had become more than a large itch, as they didn't seem to want to share territories. It was a slight stopper on our plans and I would have been able to deal with them accordingly without assistance. But the Corporation provided us with weapons beyond what we were currently in possession of. Admittedly, their funding was... required. For now.
I had harnessed the power of my Persona to a level most of the Plague had not accomplished. They were interested in it. I knew I was not the only one they had their eye on - more and more were beginning to unlock their potentials. But my endeavors mirrored that of the Sennou Corporation and while those fools decided to remain in their quaint 'gray' area, I knew exactly what their purpose was.
Each and every day, members are joining. And joining and joining and joining. They are still as inexperienced as always... and sometimes, I wonder if I've taken leave of my mind. I still remember a girl of a most unimpressive age had decided to put her life in my hands. Apparently I had saved her from a mugger - but really, I just wanted my wallet back. But beggars can't be choosers, and she became my 'Second'. But that is her story to tell not mine.
Hah.
It appears I've said quite a bit more than I would have hoped. But the details have been left somewhat bare, and I do hope none of you try to force it out of me. It would be most inconvenient. I don't enjoy polluting the ocean with corpses, you see.
The Other Side
RAKSHASA of the STRENGTH Arcana
[/font][/color][/size]RAKSHASA of the STRENGTH Arcana
[/center]Type:
Persona.
Skills:
- Kill Rush :: Inflicts minor Strike damage up to 2 times to one enemy.
- Pierce :: Ignores target's physical resistances. Breaks through Resist, Null, and Absorb. Cannot break through Reflect.
- Life Drain :: Drains a bit of endurance from the target.
- Blight :: Inflicts major Slash damage with a chance of Poison on all enemies.
- High Counter :: High chance of repelling Physical attacks.
- Curse of Darkness :: Inflicts major darkness damage to one enemy
- Locked.
- Locked.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strong: Dark, Fire.
Weak: Ice, Light.
Null: Slash.
Other info:
A rakshasa is a demon or unrighteous spirit in Hindu and Buddhist mythology. Rakshasas are also called cannibals.
Rakshasas were created from Brahma's foot; other sources claim they are descended from Pulastya, or from Khasa, or from Nirriti and Nirrita. Legend has it that many rakshasas were particularly wicked humans in previous incarnations. Rakshasas are notorious for disturbing sacrifices, desecrating graves, harassing priests, possessing human beings, and so on. Their fingernails are venomous, and they feed on human flesh and spoiled food. They are shapeshifters, illusionists and magicians.
Basically, a rakshasa eats people. It defiles people's sanctuaries and havens. It is disrespectful towards any kind of good nature and they like to bully the dead and their corpses. As such, most of its skills rely on disrupting its foe's attentions, gaining the advantage through vicious and undoubtedly unfair means and overall being a pain to deal with.
Out of Character Information
Name:
Rurin // Fimbulvtr //
Contact Information:
PM, mostly. Feel free to ask for MSN though.
Other Characters:
NOT YET.
Additional Notes:
[i]Fate/Stay Night[/i]: [b]Gilgamesh[/b] plays [u]Mikhail Kozlova[/u].
