Orson V. Voronkov

Character's full name: Orson Viktor Voronkov
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Haze
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Date of Birth: 1980, December,6
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Half Russian and Half Japanese.
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Alaska, United States

Appearance

Hair color and style: Black slicked back hair.
Eyes: Grey
Height: 5,5
Build: Tone
Visible mutation: N/A
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: A red dragon tattoo that wraps from his right shoulder to his left.
Other features: N/A

Everyday clothing style: Usually wearing a white business suit.
Uniform: N/A
Sleepwear: A black robe with his initials embroidered on the outside.
Miscellaneous clothing: N/A

Character

Personality: Very business oriented, and constantly makes rude remarks of how he is of higher intelligence then others. He isn't afraid to kill people in secrecy to get what he wants.
Hobbies/ Interests: Learning about different cultures around the world.
Job or part time job and description: Banker

Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Thanks to his knowledge and money he could care less about being fearful for his life other then being some what paranoid that there are more powerful mutants out there.

Special talents: Has quite a knack for making money by investing.

Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: He barely ever takes into question his true effect on the world around him. The only thing he wants in this world is respect and is often seen as a greed filled man.

Mutation description: His respiratory system and pores exert an unknown gas. When a victim is exposed to Orson's gas it has the immediate effect of a feeling that it is hard to breathe and carries some minor hallucinogenic properties. The hallucinogenic acts differently upon each different person it comes into contact with, such as noises or hallucinations. If exposed to the gas for times such as 15-20 minutes the person would experience tightening of the muscles and the locking up of joints.
Strengths: He can quickly fill a room with his toxic gas in under 10 minutes and larger rooms in under 20-30 minutes.
Weaknesses: If his gas can be taken away faster then he can produce it, he will have no chance against retaliation aside to resort to his martial art of combat sambo. Once Orson leaves a room, his gas rises like heat and escapes from the highest exits of places. Orson acts as an epicenter for the gas, for without him the gas would just rise. With out the gas around Orson would just be a snake without any venom.


Secondary mutation description: N/A
Strengths:
Weaknesses:

Fighting Style

Explanation: He learned a fighting technique from his father known as combat sambo during his early childhood. The style revolves around disarming the opponent and holding them into submission. It was developed in the Red Army around the 1930s.
Pros for fighting style: Easy to disarm people with guns or other weapons and bring them into submission quickly and quietly.
Cons for fighting style: Being up close is essential for this technique to work, otherwise it's useless.

Faction Allegiance
Unaffiliated


History Of Your Character
Orson was born into an odd diverse family in the dawn of the 80s in the cold Alaskan peaks. His father a Russian man named Viktor Nikita Voronkov was formerly a part of the red army during the 60s and was well trained in combat and has occasionally gotten drunk to wash away his problems after the fall of the soviet union. His mother a beautiful Japanese woman, Natsumi Motsumoto was born into a poor family and worked shamefully as a prostitute to provide for her small family. The two met when Viktor had traveled to Tokyo Japan to get away from his debt problems, thankfully his father was a rich man and his inheritance was great. He met Natsumi when he went looking for a prostitute on a lonely night. Once their session was done in a drunken slur he said "Marry me and you will not need to live this life anymore. Once Viktor came from blissful drunkenness to the raw reality of sobering up, he was too awestruck by her beauty to deny her marriage. They lived happily for 5 years in Tokyo until they began to think things were getting dull. Using his fathers inheritance they began to travel the world. Once they reached America Natsumi was 8 months pregnant. In Alaska she gave birth to their son Orson Viktor Voronkov, they were over joyed and decided to stay in America for the time being.
The years had passed with an odd dullness and soon Orson came to the age of 13. within those years Orson had expressed great interest in the world around him and had shown an even greater intelligence. His parents then decided to travel the world again, the first stop being their old home in Tokyo Japan. The first night spent there Orson had fallen asleep early because of the long trip. When he awoke he was in an ambulance being transported to a hospital. He soon heard the news that his parents had died from some sort of gas poisoning, possibly a gas leak in their home. Orson had been taken in by his grandparents on his mothers side and had soon realized what really happened later that night. He began to feel depressed and soon for some reason that feeling released an odd substance from his mouth in a white, glass like smoke. He had found an interest in this gas and had rather been distracted of his parents deaths. 2 years had passed soon and Orson had learned to control the exertion of the odd gas. He could control when he wanted to breath it out or when he wanted a section of his pores to produce it. During the two years he had also been enrolled into a Japanese school. Whilst in Japan he had gotten mixed up with the wrong people and had joined a small crime syndicate. His powers proved useful for this line of work and rather liked getting his hands dirty. His fellow gang members had given him the alias of Haze for his odd ability. Within his final year of his high school experience he had gotten a tattoo of a red dragon going from shoulder to shoulder on his back. Soon his grandparents had died of old age and he had now learned of the large inheritance that they had been keeping from him. Orson began to think that he no longer had to stay in this damned nation. He began to pack his things and inform his friends of his leave. Once they caught wind of Orson's plans they began to make threats to him, saying if he even tries to leave they will cut off his hands. After all these years he spent with them he took into reality what kind of people he had spent his time with. He figured himself to be no more then a criminal and instead of running away he thought he should face them. The gang had 10 people to it, not including Orson. The place he traveled to was a small abandoned storage facility where his gang had set up a cozy little home. Orson scaled the top of another building beside it and looked in through a rusted hole to only see 7 of the members. With some thought put into mind he made his way back down and barricaded the only way out with some railway ties he had managed to drag over and some chains found in the back of an old broken down truck. He then scaled back up to the small hole and began to release full force of his deadly toxin as he took in larger and silent breaths and exhaled the deadly substance. In a matter of 5 minutes the members began to cough and scream to be let out as they knew who was responsible and their cries fell on deaf ears as Orson kept the flow of the gas going. 10 minutes passed as the yelling stopped and the small building had been filled almost entirely with the poison. He soon removed the chains and railway ties and opened the door to see a horrific yet tolerable sight. The 7 members bodies strewn across the floor, each of them grasping towards their own way out of this death trap, but there was no way out. Orson closed the door again looking in disgust at their bodies with only hate for what they spoke to him. He returned back to his house and noticed an unusual car parked out front. He moved quietly and swiftly to his front door to see one of his gang members. He took this opportunity and walked slowly up from behind him and grasped his mouth with his right hand and began to make a sudden jolt around cracking the mans neck. He then crept into the kitchen to see another man looking through his fridge. This time he picked up a knife that was laying on the table and quickly stabbed him in the neck and grasped the mans mouth as he only let out a quick gurgled yell. It still must have been enough to alert the last man who had been upstairs as Orson quickly prepared by hiding at the side of the steps. As the man came down he was greeted by a quick grab to his throat and a knee to his gut as he was then pulled to the ground.
Orson ran his hand over the mans mouth as he began to release the toxins into the mans mouth and speak "You think you can just make death threats to me and come out of it unharmed?" The man's face began to turn red as his mouth filled with the substance as his body thrashed violently trying to break free as the toxin twisted not only the insides of his mouth and body but his brain as well. Minutes later he died of the poisonous gas and fell limp as Orson rose and made his way up stairs to retrieve his packed belongings and made his way to the airport to quickly leave this long murderous night for New York. There he learned English and began his years in college studying to become a great investor and banker. Using his fathers inheritance and his great intellect he was able to make a living for himself as a moderately known banker. Investing in the military and signing contracts with them allowed him minor access to small amounts of army surplus weaponry, which gives him a new reason to get his hands dirty for even more money. He now resides in a small mansion like house, that has many rooms and is close to a warehouse he had gotten in a contract with certain companies and where he keeps military surplus arms to sell on the street for income. When and only when he is getting his hands dirty for business he seeks to hire a body guard to accompany him for legitimate reasons.



Roleplay
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Sample RP: In a well lit room, at the time of midnight sat 2 men. "You really expect me to invest in your company if you're just going to keep most of the money to your self?" Orson spoke in an amused tone as he reached for a glass sat on the table beside his chair as he took a drink he glanced at the man across the desk. "It's not like you have a choice Mr. Voronkov, either you give me something to dirty my hands or I'll have to inform the police to your recent activity in certain businesses on the street." "Oh will you now?" Orson in that moment then put his glass down and put both of his arms behind his chair as he began to slowly release the gas into the air. "Yes now I suggest you comply, least I throw you to the dogs." The man began to cough after that statement as the coughs got more violent he began to reach to get up as he tried Orson moved swiftly over to his side and pushed him down into his chair. "Now you listen to me you filth mongering slime,no one is going to say anything about my activity with selling arms on the side, it's not like anyone is gonna care about a few dead gang members anyway, so I suggest you leave it alone." The man continued to cough as the gas kept flowing from Orson's hands. "You can either keep your mouth shut, or I can just snap it shut for you, do you understand me you old piece of garbage?" Orson yelled at him as the man began to nod as he held his throat. "This deal is done." The flow of gas stopped as the man's coughs soon grew silent as Orson walked out of the office and made his way out of the building. Anger still pulsing inside of him and thinking what audacity does that man have to try and black mail him.