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Individual
Character's full name: Gregorio Bedari Domaravischki
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Geode
Gender: Male
Age: 43
Date of Birth: 7/22/1968
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Russian
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Kiev
Appearance
Hair color and style: No hair.
Eyes: Sparkling emeralds with nearly innumerable facets.
Height: 5’ 11”
Build: Gregorio is slightly built, about the level of someone who casually works out. However, because of his mutation, he has a strange shape and is much bulkier than normal for his level of strength.
Visible mutation: Gregorio is made of the earth. It is instantly obvious to anyone that he is a mutant, and almost nothing can be done to hide it because of his unusual stature.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: N/A
Other features: Gregorio’s nose has no tip, it was broken off three years ago.
Everyday clothing style:Baggy pants with lots of pockets, a simple grey trench-coat, and maybe a shirt if it’s really cold.
Uniform: N/A
Sleepwear: Pants
Miscellaneous clothing: Gregorio has two suits he wears on those rare occasions when it is merited.
Character
Personality: Gregorio is a very stoic person whenever he is on the job (which is almost always) and doesn’t like to talk much when he’s working. His appearance helps add to the image of a gruff, implacable man. However, Gregorio knows how to keep who he is while working separate from the man he truly is inside. While still stoic, Gregorio is a much more amiable person when he’s not working, and though he has few friends his associates all find him pleasant to be around. He is not the typical ‘gentle giant’ though, for though it is not easy to make Gregorio angry he takes offense to insults to his family or his country.
Hobbies/ Interests: Gregorio enjoys a good game of Durak with his fellows every now and again, and is a connoisseur of fine Russian vodka.
Job or part time job and description: Gregorio is muscle for the Russian mafia in New York, and primarily does shakedowns for protection money or ‘lessons’ in etiquette.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Gregorio is deathly afraid of water. When it is raining he spends several hours getting his gear together if he absolutely must go out, and he won’t even get within ten feet of any deep pools of water. Gregorio also hates capitalism with all of his being, and fears that living in America for so long has dulled his sense of Russian patriotism.
Special talents: Gregorio can speak Russian, English, Spanish, French, and Italian.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral. Gregorio views himself as a fair man, and realizes that much of what he does is wrong, but nonetheless he has a decent enough heart. He also would prefer that mutants and humans and everyone would get along, for the good of society.
Mutations
Mutation description: Gregorio is made of earth. His skin is packed dirt, his flesh is stone, and his bones are crystals. This makes him much hardier than a normal person and slightly stronger as well. It also means that he weighs much more than normal, and that water causes great pain for him. The crystal construction of his bones means that, however, he has a great weakness to any psychic attacks. Gregorio eats dirt and rocks, but must still breath oxygen and drink water. This makes drinking rather tricky, as anywhere the water touches is almost like acid on his skin. However, Gregorio’s dirt skin heals relatively fast if he eats enough dirt. His flesh and bones, on the other hand, heal very slowly. A fracture that would take three weeks to heal on a human takes three months with Gregorio, while a cut to his skin that would take a week to heal on a human would take a day or two for him. Gregorio's skin is only slightly stronger than a normal human's, about as if he were wearing thin leather. His actual flesh is much stronger, being about as strong as actual stone is, but not as prone to cracking. His bones have an intricate inner structure which gives them immense tensile strength in all directions, but is also part of why it takes so long for his bones to heal. They are about three or four times as strong as a normal persons, and could withstand somewhere between 500-600 MPa (74,000-98,000 psi) of compressive force, or about 250 MPa (36,000 psi) in tensile force.
Strengths: Gregorio’s mutations means that he is stronger than usual, and that he can take a huge amount of punishment with little damage to himself, and it takes a lot to move him due to his increased mass. It also means that his appearance is rather frightening, and the sight of his shining emerald eyes peering out from the craggy brow has scared more than a few people into fainting.
Weaknesses: Unfortunately, when Gregorio is injured beyond simple minor wounds, it takes a very long time for it to heal. Also, his weakness to psychics means that he could easily be read by even a very weak psychic, and controlled by a psychic with any real power without too much effort. A strong psychic without too much control would probably hear his thoughts without even trying. Gregorio is not aware of this weakness to psychics. Also, water dissolves his skin into regular old mud, and causes great pain wherever it touches him. Though he could theoretically survive even underwater for a short amount of time, it would be such a huge amount of pain that he would probably pass out, and also it is impossible for him to swim due to his mass.
Secondary mutation description: Gregorio has a very underdeveloped ability to manipulate earth and earthen materials. It is, in fact, how he moves at all. His use of this power is entirely unconscious and instinctual and he does not know of it. At the moment, even if he did, it would only barely extend past moving himself.
Strengths: This could possibly later be trained as a formidable ability, if ever Gregorio learns of it.
Weaknesses: If Gregorio comes within the field of an adapted or is otherwise in a mutant-negating zone he will be unable to move at all, except for the barest of life-sustaining movements.
Fighting Style
Gregorio learned Krav Maga while with the Spetnaz, and generally uses that brutal fighting style.
Explanation: Krav Maga is an eclectic street-fighting type style that makes use of brutally efficient moves to destroy the opponent.
Pros for fighting style: In Krav Maga, anything goes. There are no forms or stances, and that makes it highly adaptable.
Cons for fighting style: The type of Krav Maga Gregorio learned (the military version) is lacking in defensive moves, so he is likely to be hit often.
Faction Allegiance
N/A
History Of Your Character
Gregorio was born to a Russian carpenter from the Ukraines while he was in Kiev working on a special project. Gregorio’s mother was a ‘girl’ for the Russian mafia, and she had to go into hiding when she found out she was pregnant lest the mafia find out and get rid of the problem. Gregorio was born a normal, healthy human boy, but his mother was not so lucky. She died when Gregorio was only eight years old from the flu, leaving him to survive on his own on the streets. He was not left without skills, though.
His mother had taught him how to pick a pocket as you bumped into someone, how to steal from a cart and not get caught, and how to run and hide whenever someone looked at you like that. Though it wasn’t easy, and he went hungry for more days than he was able to find enough to eat, he survived. He spent five years on the streets, until he was old enough to be more than just the bugs underneath the feet of the older street-runners. They gave him a choice: join them, or join his mother. It wasn’t a hard decision.
Gregorio didn’t realize that he had joined the Russian mafia until two months had already passed, and by then he was in too deep to leave in any way except in a box. So he stayed, never rising very far in the ranks because of the two things Gregorio lacked, and the one thing he had. The things he lacked were cruelty and physical strength, while the one thing he had was trust. He trusted the others in the mafia, though he soon realized how foolish indeed that was.
A situation came up where a person was needed to be thrown to the wolves so that the leadership of the mafia could get off free from a couple of murder charges. Gregorio happened to be that person, and at the age of sixteen he was sentenced to three consecutive lifetimes in prison. The mafia had told him that they could get him out if he was patient for a few months. They lied. Gregorio rotted in that hellhole for two years, training his body and hardening his mind. His soul became a shrill, cold thing locked away deep inside, and he soon became near the top of the pyramid in the prison. That was when it happened.
A brawl had broken out in the mess hall between one of Gregorio’s ‘comrades’ and those of a rival inmate. The three men were kicking Gregorio’s man viciously, and as he was the closest to the scene he decided to send a message before the guards got there. He slipped a homemade shiv from his shoe, and silently advanced on the men, fully intending to take them all out. But either they heard him coming, or the whole thing had been a trap in the first place, for as soon as he was about to strike they whirled around and all stabbed at him. As Gregorio felt the blades cut into him, he knew he was going to die. And then the next thing he knew there was an agonizing pain throughout his entire body.
Then he noticed that the blows that were landing on him, even the ones with knives, were doing nothing to him, that he had somehow turned into a golem of some sort, a man of earth. The Russian government pounced on him like stink on a piece of rancid meat, and after some extensive testing decided that he would best serve his country in the military. More specifically, they put him into the Spetznaz.
Though it took several months of training in firearms, close-combat fighting, and tactics, Gregorio was forged into a weapon of destruction against mother Russia’s enemies. He went on many missions, both covert and overt, in countries all along the former Soviet bloc. All successful, except one. When Gregorio was thirty-three, by then an experienced special-ops trooper, his entire squad except for him was wiped out in a covert mission in Georgia. Though Gregorio suffered terrible wounds, he survived and decided that being dead was as good an excuse as any to leave the country. He had learned English, French, Spanish, and Italian as part of his training, but decided that America had the largest chance of anonymity for someone with his unique features. He managed to book passage to America, planning on getting a job working at a fast food restaraunt or some such. It wasn’t until he got to America that he realized that nobody would hire one such as him for any sort of legitimate job.
Gregorio fell back into his old ways, and eventually ended up running with the Russian mafia again. He had managed to have enough favors owed to him by various peoples short on their payments to be well hidden from the authorities when the camps rolled around, and he generally stayed out of any human/mutant conflicts, simply out of an idea for self-preservation. Now, though, he finds himself increasingly dissatisfied with his life, and thinks that perhaps spending time with his mutant brethren might dispel that sense of unease.
Roleplay
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Sample RP:
Gregorio stopped in his brisk walk down the street and drew back his hood for a brief moment, his emerald eyes sparkling in the street lights. He glared at the dark clouds hiding the moon, and then sniffed the air. He growled softly and shook his head as he put his hood back into place and closed the opening to the barest pinprick, and drew the watertight layers around him very carefully. “Rain. Dammit.” He hated the rain, and not just because it burned like the fires of hell where it touched him. It decreased sight range, made footing more slippery, and made it hard as hell to do a lot of things. Those were not good things when your job for the night was protecting a ‘comrade’ from harm on his way to the party.
Gregorio sighed and just kept walking. Not like he had a choice. Escaped from the relatively gilded cage of the Russian government and dove right into the grimy rusted bars of the mafia. Again. Still, at least this time his mutation earned him some respect from even those high in power. But it also meant they viewed him as a threat. Gregorio knew that unless he fought and killed for it he would never have power in the mafia and he was honestly fine to be just a grunt. He didn’t have a head for tactics or the big picture, and he didn’t want to have to worry about it. He also didn’t want to have to kill so many people for his own petty desire.
That was when he saw it, of course, just as he was about to turn the corner to his destination. It was a flicker of blue light flaring in a nearby alley. Gregorio couldn’t fight his curiosity, and though he knew he would be flayed alive if he was late he couldn’t help but go investigate. When he arrived, however, he found nothing but a small pile of ashes and a human-shaped scorch mark on the wall. He shrugged and moved on.
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