Tzar
03-27-06, 08:58 PM
Hopefully I am remembered. When everything went to hell, I think I had like 1.5k exp and I don’t know how much gold. Just do what you can, if you have records great. This is only modestly updated (in green).
About
Name: Nikoladze Ginovanov
Age: 26
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 146
Appearance:
Tall and muscular; his eyes are pale green-grey, his hair brown. His hair is mostly straight, though it flips out a bit at the ends; it comes down to the bottom of his jaw, straight across. He has a well-kept, short goatee.
Clothing:
Nikoladze’s dress is a pure black, heavy weight trenchcoat, which comes down to his knees. The coat is edged with bright red strips, an inch or so wide, along the collar and extending down the middle front divide of the coat, as well as along the collars and bottom. He wears shiny black leather gloves, which are quite durable. His pants are dark grey military dress pants, made out of some sort of canvas-like material, and are quite good at repelling water, whether it be from rain or melted snow, though they are by no means waterproof.
Personality:
Nikoladze is a quite likable man, though his abundant oddities make him intimidating and undesirable to some. Through the many losses and torments of his life, his mind has begun to create its own reality, and thus he has developed a quite severe case of schizophrenia, and at times obsessive compulsion.
His main priorities lie with pleasing whoever may be in charge of him at the time, and if he is the dictating party, then he busies himself with making his ruled bodies do what would please his old emperor in Asvisidek.
Armament
Weapons:
-Two stainless steel battle knives, the blades are 2 feet long; the hilt of each is 5 inches long and covered in sturdy black leather. The blades are finely polished, curving slightly along the back. The knives’ scabbards are decorated with silver inlays. A poisonous substance has imbedded itself in the knives’ metal, making them have a sickly green hue, causing the strength of the metal to rise slightly. If the wounds inflicted with blades are left uncleaned, the poison can cause mild sickness, symptoms closely paralleling influenza.
Armor: Under his suit Nikoladze wears steel chain mail made from ¼ inch links. The chain mail is nearly a full suit; there is no covering from his elbows down or from his neck up.
Skills
Dual Wielding – Through many years of training and practice, Nikoladze has become quite proficient in wielding both of his knives effectively at the same time. He is able to, without much concentration, either direct alternating blows upon an opponent with his blades or strike two separate targets, though with the latter he does suffer in accuracy.
Language – Although Nikoladze speaks somewhat proficient Tradespeak, enough to convey what it is that he has on mind, and understands the language without problem, his native language is Asvisidekian. Among close associates, and the occasional speaking item that he finds which is fluent in Asvisidekian, he will opt to use his native language.
Schizophrenia – This is probably not something to be considered an actual skill, as it is more of a disorder than a gift, but regardless it allows him to do things, such as talk to objects, that sane persons cannot. The objects cannot really talk or give him information (at least no more than what his mind creates for its memory) and thus it is basically a useless waste of time for him to do such, though he believes it quite worthwhile. Besides attributing intelligence to objects, his mind also plays much more dangerous tricks on him, such as change in time of day, weather, different environments or climates, and also seeing the deceased, whether it be totally forged from imagination or rather the avatar and personality placed upon another.
History
Nikoladze was the first-born son of Mikhail and Tanya Ginovanov; a well respected and greatly admired imperial family. Mikhail was one of the most decorated and campaigned members of the prestigious Royal Guard, the elite division of the Red Military with the purpose of not only protecting the Emperor from attacks but also to serve as the primary command for the entire Red Army.
Mikhail was a very handsome man, gifted with both good looks and a very kind, caring personality. When he would ride down the streets people would notice, catching the eye and heart of any girl he would pass. He was well liked by all who met him, and had a very wide group of friends.
During the Great Wars, in which the Asvisidek empire went on conquest across the face of the continent, eventually claiming all lands for itself, Mikhail rose quickly through the ranks from Ипфантерист (foot soldier) to Командр Первоклассный (Commander First-Class), much due to his outstanding strategic abilities coupled with his natural charisma and leadership. After the Wars, he continued to rise in rank during post-war skirmishes with various underground factions that continued to believe there was hope for their victory, despite the Red Military’s total control.
Tanya was a beautiful woman, very shapely with intense green eyes and flowing golden-blond hair, and was the kindest person anybody knew. She was a very loving mother and a faithful wife, and knew something of politics as well, and Mikhail would often consult with her on matters of the government; she was the perfect officer’s wife. Tanya and Mikhail had a total of 5 children, all of whom were as admirable and attractive as their parents.
Nikoladze was the couple’s only son who lived to see his 12th birthday, as his smaller brother died of typhoid fever at the age of 10. As such, he was a favorite among his father, and spent long periods of time with him, listening to old war stories, studying combat strategy and how to lead men, and his favorite, how to use a sword to not only defeat your enemy, but to crush them.
Great things were expected from Nikoladze when he joined the Red Military, being the son of such a decorated officer, and great things came of his service. He excelled at all tasks taught to soldiers, and following in the steps of his father, was quickly promoted.
Only months from his induction ceremony for the Royal Guard, an uprising took place among the land once controlled by the old enemies from the Great Wars, and so being the youngest of the Royal Guard (he was considered to be a member despite the missed ceremony, which was more for the peasants than anything, he was sent into combat as a head commander in the field.
The Red Army fought well, nearly destroying the original insurgents, but the various factions who lead the uprising, united under the leader Calsnya Isanti, enlisted the aid of the Asvisidekian Empire’s rivals, and the Red force sent to eliminate the last of the rebels was overrun by hired militaries. Many Red Military soldiers and commanders escaped the massacre of their comrades, but they could not stop the armies from reaching Kilashnik, Asvisidek’s capital city, and the metropolis was destroyed. Nikoladze, unsure whether his family had survived the destruction, did not wish to find out. Instead, he set out into the vast wilderness, traveling from town to town as a wanderer.
He was well known, as his families reputation was thick in the culture of Asvisidek, and Nikoladze was treated like royalty in many of the towns he passed through. Eventually his travels brought him to the shores of Asvisidek, to a small port and fishing village. Nikoladze had seen enough of his homeland, and wished to leave behind the pain he felt for the inescapable extermination of his entire family, his friends, his way of life; his entire world.
The shipyard was well stocked with sailing vessels, and when the workers heard that he wished to set sail for the exotic lands that were told of, they felt obliged to provide the best vessel they could. And so Nikoladze took a fast, sturdy warship built for the Red Navy, a crew of 20 men, and left what he had known and once loved behind.
He set sail for 3 years, him and his crew traveling from island to island, exploring the great beyond. At long last they arrived at Ethaniala, a fishing village not unlike the one he left behind, near Corone. It was here that he and his men decided to end their naval voyages and start new lives in this land they had arrived at.
Post-Althanian Arrival
A short time after Nikoladze arrived, he began to seek for another allegiance, a militant group to fill the void left by his forever gone Red Military. This need he found addressed by the fierce ideologies of the Gideon Order, who at the time was headed by Dieter Abaddon. He immediately signed up after hearing of the militia in a tavern, where he had been sitting and mulling over his lost life with a bottle of vodka, which he had been doing quite frequently after his arrival.
Upon his first mission with the Gideon Order, which he later found to be a mercenary job put out by the Demon Army, he met the leader of his new affiliation, whom he took a great liking to. It came as a bit of a shock when he honored his führer with a bow, which was refused and replied to the effect of he was no longer a worshiper but rather a member.
His mind already deteriorating slightly, as he grew closer to Dieter throughout the mission he began to replace him with that of his old Emperor, and treat him accordingly. The mission ended in abortion, as they had but penetrated the demon criminal’s small fortress (which was of course but a tip of the vast underground lair) when they were greeted by a small group of flight-bound demons. A struggle followed, in which Nikoladze saw Dieter cut down before him; as he escaped, heartbroken at the loss of his Emperor for a second time, he remembered that Dieter had left his order in the command of Nikoladze, should anything happen to the former and not the latter.
After fleeing the Blood Grove and ultimately Haidia, Nikoladze slipped into an even greater depression than when he had first come to Althanas. It was during this depression, on an alcohol-fueled night in a tavern, that he had a grand dream, which seemed to shift manically between a former Kilashnik of grandeur and that of its ruined form. After a nite of uneasy rest, Nikoladze arose to a spent fire and a new mind.
Since that nite, upon which he had lost his mind, Nikoladze has gained the “ability” to speak with inanimate things, which he often does, and has also taken command of the Gideon Order, reorganizing it into a more military-like packaged war machine.
Following his command, the Gideon Order has fallen into a disheartened, discombobulated and generally inanimate group in name only. The Order has perished, and Nikoladze has forgotten of its existence nearly.
On his most recent excursion, Nikoladze plunged into the depths of the Meglesa Neauv’na, a deep pit in the depths of Concordia. It was here that he fought an infested being of the canopy; the killing of the various foliage inside the beast’s nest left behind a residue which, upon binding to the metal of his swords, strengthened them and made them mildly poisonous, though the effects will eventually deteriourate the blades beyond repair.
Of late, Nikoladze has spent his time wondering the vastness of Salvar, slipping in and out of consciousness; he hardly remembers who or what he is, and has begun frequenting taverns, where the appearance of gleemen (traveling minor bards) has caught his interest, and he has begun training as one such fellow.
About
Name: Nikoladze Ginovanov
Age: 26
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 146
Appearance:
Tall and muscular; his eyes are pale green-grey, his hair brown. His hair is mostly straight, though it flips out a bit at the ends; it comes down to the bottom of his jaw, straight across. He has a well-kept, short goatee.
Clothing:
Nikoladze’s dress is a pure black, heavy weight trenchcoat, which comes down to his knees. The coat is edged with bright red strips, an inch or so wide, along the collar and extending down the middle front divide of the coat, as well as along the collars and bottom. He wears shiny black leather gloves, which are quite durable. His pants are dark grey military dress pants, made out of some sort of canvas-like material, and are quite good at repelling water, whether it be from rain or melted snow, though they are by no means waterproof.
Personality:
Nikoladze is a quite likable man, though his abundant oddities make him intimidating and undesirable to some. Through the many losses and torments of his life, his mind has begun to create its own reality, and thus he has developed a quite severe case of schizophrenia, and at times obsessive compulsion.
His main priorities lie with pleasing whoever may be in charge of him at the time, and if he is the dictating party, then he busies himself with making his ruled bodies do what would please his old emperor in Asvisidek.
Armament
Weapons:
-Two stainless steel battle knives, the blades are 2 feet long; the hilt of each is 5 inches long and covered in sturdy black leather. The blades are finely polished, curving slightly along the back. The knives’ scabbards are decorated with silver inlays. A poisonous substance has imbedded itself in the knives’ metal, making them have a sickly green hue, causing the strength of the metal to rise slightly. If the wounds inflicted with blades are left uncleaned, the poison can cause mild sickness, symptoms closely paralleling influenza.
Armor: Under his suit Nikoladze wears steel chain mail made from ¼ inch links. The chain mail is nearly a full suit; there is no covering from his elbows down or from his neck up.
Skills
Dual Wielding – Through many years of training and practice, Nikoladze has become quite proficient in wielding both of his knives effectively at the same time. He is able to, without much concentration, either direct alternating blows upon an opponent with his blades or strike two separate targets, though with the latter he does suffer in accuracy.
Language – Although Nikoladze speaks somewhat proficient Tradespeak, enough to convey what it is that he has on mind, and understands the language without problem, his native language is Asvisidekian. Among close associates, and the occasional speaking item that he finds which is fluent in Asvisidekian, he will opt to use his native language.
Schizophrenia – This is probably not something to be considered an actual skill, as it is more of a disorder than a gift, but regardless it allows him to do things, such as talk to objects, that sane persons cannot. The objects cannot really talk or give him information (at least no more than what his mind creates for its memory) and thus it is basically a useless waste of time for him to do such, though he believes it quite worthwhile. Besides attributing intelligence to objects, his mind also plays much more dangerous tricks on him, such as change in time of day, weather, different environments or climates, and also seeing the deceased, whether it be totally forged from imagination or rather the avatar and personality placed upon another.
History
Nikoladze was the first-born son of Mikhail and Tanya Ginovanov; a well respected and greatly admired imperial family. Mikhail was one of the most decorated and campaigned members of the prestigious Royal Guard, the elite division of the Red Military with the purpose of not only protecting the Emperor from attacks but also to serve as the primary command for the entire Red Army.
Mikhail was a very handsome man, gifted with both good looks and a very kind, caring personality. When he would ride down the streets people would notice, catching the eye and heart of any girl he would pass. He was well liked by all who met him, and had a very wide group of friends.
During the Great Wars, in which the Asvisidek empire went on conquest across the face of the continent, eventually claiming all lands for itself, Mikhail rose quickly through the ranks from Ипфантерист (foot soldier) to Командр Первоклассный (Commander First-Class), much due to his outstanding strategic abilities coupled with his natural charisma and leadership. After the Wars, he continued to rise in rank during post-war skirmishes with various underground factions that continued to believe there was hope for their victory, despite the Red Military’s total control.
Tanya was a beautiful woman, very shapely with intense green eyes and flowing golden-blond hair, and was the kindest person anybody knew. She was a very loving mother and a faithful wife, and knew something of politics as well, and Mikhail would often consult with her on matters of the government; she was the perfect officer’s wife. Tanya and Mikhail had a total of 5 children, all of whom were as admirable and attractive as their parents.
Nikoladze was the couple’s only son who lived to see his 12th birthday, as his smaller brother died of typhoid fever at the age of 10. As such, he was a favorite among his father, and spent long periods of time with him, listening to old war stories, studying combat strategy and how to lead men, and his favorite, how to use a sword to not only defeat your enemy, but to crush them.
Great things were expected from Nikoladze when he joined the Red Military, being the son of such a decorated officer, and great things came of his service. He excelled at all tasks taught to soldiers, and following in the steps of his father, was quickly promoted.
Only months from his induction ceremony for the Royal Guard, an uprising took place among the land once controlled by the old enemies from the Great Wars, and so being the youngest of the Royal Guard (he was considered to be a member despite the missed ceremony, which was more for the peasants than anything, he was sent into combat as a head commander in the field.
The Red Army fought well, nearly destroying the original insurgents, but the various factions who lead the uprising, united under the leader Calsnya Isanti, enlisted the aid of the Asvisidekian Empire’s rivals, and the Red force sent to eliminate the last of the rebels was overrun by hired militaries. Many Red Military soldiers and commanders escaped the massacre of their comrades, but they could not stop the armies from reaching Kilashnik, Asvisidek’s capital city, and the metropolis was destroyed. Nikoladze, unsure whether his family had survived the destruction, did not wish to find out. Instead, he set out into the vast wilderness, traveling from town to town as a wanderer.
He was well known, as his families reputation was thick in the culture of Asvisidek, and Nikoladze was treated like royalty in many of the towns he passed through. Eventually his travels brought him to the shores of Asvisidek, to a small port and fishing village. Nikoladze had seen enough of his homeland, and wished to leave behind the pain he felt for the inescapable extermination of his entire family, his friends, his way of life; his entire world.
The shipyard was well stocked with sailing vessels, and when the workers heard that he wished to set sail for the exotic lands that were told of, they felt obliged to provide the best vessel they could. And so Nikoladze took a fast, sturdy warship built for the Red Navy, a crew of 20 men, and left what he had known and once loved behind.
He set sail for 3 years, him and his crew traveling from island to island, exploring the great beyond. At long last they arrived at Ethaniala, a fishing village not unlike the one he left behind, near Corone. It was here that he and his men decided to end their naval voyages and start new lives in this land they had arrived at.
Post-Althanian Arrival
A short time after Nikoladze arrived, he began to seek for another allegiance, a militant group to fill the void left by his forever gone Red Military. This need he found addressed by the fierce ideologies of the Gideon Order, who at the time was headed by Dieter Abaddon. He immediately signed up after hearing of the militia in a tavern, where he had been sitting and mulling over his lost life with a bottle of vodka, which he had been doing quite frequently after his arrival.
Upon his first mission with the Gideon Order, which he later found to be a mercenary job put out by the Demon Army, he met the leader of his new affiliation, whom he took a great liking to. It came as a bit of a shock when he honored his führer with a bow, which was refused and replied to the effect of he was no longer a worshiper but rather a member.
His mind already deteriorating slightly, as he grew closer to Dieter throughout the mission he began to replace him with that of his old Emperor, and treat him accordingly. The mission ended in abortion, as they had but penetrated the demon criminal’s small fortress (which was of course but a tip of the vast underground lair) when they were greeted by a small group of flight-bound demons. A struggle followed, in which Nikoladze saw Dieter cut down before him; as he escaped, heartbroken at the loss of his Emperor for a second time, he remembered that Dieter had left his order in the command of Nikoladze, should anything happen to the former and not the latter.
After fleeing the Blood Grove and ultimately Haidia, Nikoladze slipped into an even greater depression than when he had first come to Althanas. It was during this depression, on an alcohol-fueled night in a tavern, that he had a grand dream, which seemed to shift manically between a former Kilashnik of grandeur and that of its ruined form. After a nite of uneasy rest, Nikoladze arose to a spent fire and a new mind.
Since that nite, upon which he had lost his mind, Nikoladze has gained the “ability” to speak with inanimate things, which he often does, and has also taken command of the Gideon Order, reorganizing it into a more military-like packaged war machine.
Following his command, the Gideon Order has fallen into a disheartened, discombobulated and generally inanimate group in name only. The Order has perished, and Nikoladze has forgotten of its existence nearly.
On his most recent excursion, Nikoladze plunged into the depths of the Meglesa Neauv’na, a deep pit in the depths of Concordia. It was here that he fought an infested being of the canopy; the killing of the various foliage inside the beast’s nest left behind a residue which, upon binding to the metal of his swords, strengthened them and made them mildly poisonous, though the effects will eventually deteriourate the blades beyond repair.
Of late, Nikoladze has spent his time wondering the vastness of Salvar, slipping in and out of consciousness; he hardly remembers who or what he is, and has begun frequenting taverns, where the appearance of gleemen (traveling minor bards) has caught his interest, and he has begun training as one such fellow.