Glad to see we're getting underway with this; was worried it s going to be dropped, which would have the second/potential third RP I've tried to join that I couldn't get into ^_^'''
In any case, I'll re-upload my character sheet here with the necessary changes if everyone's alright with that, and edit it from here if the Powers/Miracles need changing.
Just say if there's anything amiss, else looking forward to it. As a side note, if the French army is looking a little thin on the ground, I don't mind using a second character, though my relatively little experience may mean making occasional mistakes.
In any case, I'll re-upload my character sheet here with the necessary changes if everyone's alright with that, and edit it from here if the Powers/Miracles need changing.
Name: Artyom "The Bear" Smirnov
Sex: Male
Height and Weight: 6"2, roughly 235 Ibs (it wasn't without reason he was called "the bear")*
Physical Description: Having a thick, somewhat bushy, beard to accompany his rather messy and roughly cut head of dark brown hair, Artyom is a 41 year old baby giant, with a smile or a grin a common enough expression. While his belly is plenty round enough, this is offset by a thick set of arms and legs that are more used to physical work, with body hair more used to the cold. On his chest is a noticeable scar of five claws raked across his chest. Commonly wears fur or sheepskin jackets when the cold really sets in, accompanied by thick trousers and boots, though otherwise wears an army uniform coat (which he wears with a certain amount of pride) with a small angel-wings pin to identify his position. He is also fond of wearing thick leather working gloves to protect his already very worn and marked hands.
Personality: The term, 'boisterous' comes to mind: Artyom seems to be on a mission to find something to laugh (more guffaw, really) and grin about in every situation, and is easily entertained because of it. This is marked, however, by the general agreement that he seems to take this war FAR too lightly: he views the campaign as a challenge, another obstacle to overcome, another test of strength to surpass. Despite this worrying tendency, he makes it his business to be as open and approachable to his fellow's in arms, and easily trusts others, though can be more a problem as he is slow to think ill of those he considers allies. However, the bear has claws, and he is more than willing to use them against the enemies of his homeland, albeit with a worrying grin.
Faction: Russia
Equipment: Prefers to use his hands in melee combat, and wrestles his enemies to the ground with as much finesse and grace as you would imagine someone called 'the bear' would, though it gets the job done. However fully appreciates the kick from a gun, and carries the standard rifle, accompanied two pistols (claims one isn't enough), though is probably less proficient with them as his is with his bare hands.
Bio:
Artyom has always been a man of the simple things in life: born out in the country amidst the heavy snows of the Russian winter, he was raised playing in the cold of the seasons and running down empty roads during the warmth of summer and spring, all while being taught the work he was expected to do when he was older. However, he started physical work much sooner than expected; despite being quite a big child when he was born (to the point where many had worried about his mother's health after she gave birth, but she had bounced back), he was only around fourteen years old when he could fell a small tree with a axe by himself, albeit with several missed attempts and swings, and the fact he was often left exhausted afterwards.
However, this may have worked against him in the short term: his head was filled with praise from his friends and family of how his strength often outmatched that an average man at his age of eighteen, and he walked with a swagger and an overconfidence that often left others in a foul mood of being around him. It was in one of his trips towards a nearby wood that he spotted a tall tree, just poking above the tree line, and he decided, in all his hubris, that he would journey much farther and deeper into the woods then necessary to fell the tree and drag it back to his home, to prove once and for all that he was the strongest man in his community.
Actually getting to the tree was of no issue; he had learned to traverse the land around his home long ago, though it came as quite a shock when he discovered a small den of bears beneath the roots of the tree. Panicking when the mother bear emerged and was very clearly aggravated at his being there, he haphazardly threw his wood cutting axe at the animal, clipping its shoulder, causing it to roar with rage and charge him.
He was lucky to escape the woods with just a lasting scar on his chest and other minor wounds, but it left him shuck up for days after, fearing the bear he had managed to escape would find him and finish the job. However, as time went on, he began to see the event in a different light: the bear had been a consequence of his hubris, and could have been some kind of divine punishment, but if that was so it would be odd it had left him alive instead of killing him. His father had never been an amazingly pious man, just saying grace before large meals and praying before bed, but neither he nor his son had any sort of reason to believe in God. However, despite his agnostic self, Artyom found himself wondering if it hadn't been a sign from a higher power.
Following that day, Artyom had not only been more humble, but had started to admire the powerful and brutal creature had spared him that day.
It was when he was just turning 38, and he had grown not only stronger, but also more jovial, that he had 'earned his wings.' He and his wood cutting crew were just dropping off some lumber to sell in a small town, when a sudden scream caused them to snap their view to the town's chapel, and the smoke that was quickly consuming the building. Quickly, they had rushed to see what had happened, and saw that the wooden supports of the stone building were being reduced to cinders and the whole thing would collapse. Worse still, the priest and two choir boys were still inside. While his friends and the town folk started to fetch water and attempted to control the blaze, Artyom joined those attempting to batter open the doors which were blocked by collapsing ceiling within. When the worst was cleared, Artyom shoulder barged the flimsily rubble aside, suffering numerous burns and splinters of wood, and quickly pushed his way through the blaze. He emerged with a collapsed choir boy under each arm, and was about to dive back in for the priest, before the entire structure collapsed, luckily with none but the priest inside.
Though regretful he couldn't save the man, Artyom was glad he could save the children. Though, it was odd it hear the tale be retold to him by a thankful onlooker: as they told it, there was a thunderous roar like a wounded animal as the beams of wood groaned and creaked, and had Artyom been a moment longer, he would have been killed. Though he thought it was just the appreciation of being alive, he gave little thought that the snow around him seemed almost brighter, like a ray of light glowed down from heaven.
Only a year later, he signed up for the army at the growing threat of war, and joined the artillery division. After it was discovered he could push an entire cannon by himself, that others whom he talked to seemed much more lively then before, and that there were growing rumours of his startlingly ability to 'predict' the weather, a official from higher up the chain of command offered him a new type of growing office...
Type of Angel: Malakh
Miracles: - Weather manipulation: his time spent outdoors and in nature has led to him making startlingly accurate 'predictions' of the weather after his powers started to show themselves, which then led to him realizing that he had some influence of the clouds above his head. And of course, a bear hidden in a misty snow storm is the twice the dangerous bear.
- Imagery conveyance: Has found repeatedly that, when trying to describe a certain path to take, or house to find to a friend, they have an uncanny skill to have them know exactly what to look for. He fully realized he could send images with just his mind when he sent a warning to an officer about to walk into an ambush that he was aware of, and just managed to save the man life as he dived for cover before the hail of bullets. Artyom considers a skill that can help protect his comrades a useful skill indeed.
Sorry if the bio kind of turned out pretty long.
*Of course, for an actual bear, that's actually somewhat short, and pretty damn light, in terms of height and weight, but everything within reason, right?
Sex: Male
Height and Weight: 6"2, roughly 235 Ibs (it wasn't without reason he was called "the bear")*
Physical Description: Having a thick, somewhat bushy, beard to accompany his rather messy and roughly cut head of dark brown hair, Artyom is a 41 year old baby giant, with a smile or a grin a common enough expression. While his belly is plenty round enough, this is offset by a thick set of arms and legs that are more used to physical work, with body hair more used to the cold. On his chest is a noticeable scar of five claws raked across his chest. Commonly wears fur or sheepskin jackets when the cold really sets in, accompanied by thick trousers and boots, though otherwise wears an army uniform coat (which he wears with a certain amount of pride) with a small angel-wings pin to identify his position. He is also fond of wearing thick leather working gloves to protect his already very worn and marked hands.
Personality: The term, 'boisterous' comes to mind: Artyom seems to be on a mission to find something to laugh (more guffaw, really) and grin about in every situation, and is easily entertained because of it. This is marked, however, by the general agreement that he seems to take this war FAR too lightly: he views the campaign as a challenge, another obstacle to overcome, another test of strength to surpass. Despite this worrying tendency, he makes it his business to be as open and approachable to his fellow's in arms, and easily trusts others, though can be more a problem as he is slow to think ill of those he considers allies. However, the bear has claws, and he is more than willing to use them against the enemies of his homeland, albeit with a worrying grin.
Faction: Russia
Equipment: Prefers to use his hands in melee combat, and wrestles his enemies to the ground with as much finesse and grace as you would imagine someone called 'the bear' would, though it gets the job done. However fully appreciates the kick from a gun, and carries the standard rifle, accompanied two pistols (claims one isn't enough), though is probably less proficient with them as his is with his bare hands.
Bio:
Artyom has always been a man of the simple things in life: born out in the country amidst the heavy snows of the Russian winter, he was raised playing in the cold of the seasons and running down empty roads during the warmth of summer and spring, all while being taught the work he was expected to do when he was older. However, he started physical work much sooner than expected; despite being quite a big child when he was born (to the point where many had worried about his mother's health after she gave birth, but she had bounced back), he was only around fourteen years old when he could fell a small tree with a axe by himself, albeit with several missed attempts and swings, and the fact he was often left exhausted afterwards.
However, this may have worked against him in the short term: his head was filled with praise from his friends and family of how his strength often outmatched that an average man at his age of eighteen, and he walked with a swagger and an overconfidence that often left others in a foul mood of being around him. It was in one of his trips towards a nearby wood that he spotted a tall tree, just poking above the tree line, and he decided, in all his hubris, that he would journey much farther and deeper into the woods then necessary to fell the tree and drag it back to his home, to prove once and for all that he was the strongest man in his community.
Actually getting to the tree was of no issue; he had learned to traverse the land around his home long ago, though it came as quite a shock when he discovered a small den of bears beneath the roots of the tree. Panicking when the mother bear emerged and was very clearly aggravated at his being there, he haphazardly threw his wood cutting axe at the animal, clipping its shoulder, causing it to roar with rage and charge him.
He was lucky to escape the woods with just a lasting scar on his chest and other minor wounds, but it left him shuck up for days after, fearing the bear he had managed to escape would find him and finish the job. However, as time went on, he began to see the event in a different light: the bear had been a consequence of his hubris, and could have been some kind of divine punishment, but if that was so it would be odd it had left him alive instead of killing him. His father had never been an amazingly pious man, just saying grace before large meals and praying before bed, but neither he nor his son had any sort of reason to believe in God. However, despite his agnostic self, Artyom found himself wondering if it hadn't been a sign from a higher power.
Following that day, Artyom had not only been more humble, but had started to admire the powerful and brutal creature had spared him that day.
It was when he was just turning 38, and he had grown not only stronger, but also more jovial, that he had 'earned his wings.' He and his wood cutting crew were just dropping off some lumber to sell in a small town, when a sudden scream caused them to snap their view to the town's chapel, and the smoke that was quickly consuming the building. Quickly, they had rushed to see what had happened, and saw that the wooden supports of the stone building were being reduced to cinders and the whole thing would collapse. Worse still, the priest and two choir boys were still inside. While his friends and the town folk started to fetch water and attempted to control the blaze, Artyom joined those attempting to batter open the doors which were blocked by collapsing ceiling within. When the worst was cleared, Artyom shoulder barged the flimsily rubble aside, suffering numerous burns and splinters of wood, and quickly pushed his way through the blaze. He emerged with a collapsed choir boy under each arm, and was about to dive back in for the priest, before the entire structure collapsed, luckily with none but the priest inside.
Though regretful he couldn't save the man, Artyom was glad he could save the children. Though, it was odd it hear the tale be retold to him by a thankful onlooker: as they told it, there was a thunderous roar like a wounded animal as the beams of wood groaned and creaked, and had Artyom been a moment longer, he would have been killed. Though he thought it was just the appreciation of being alive, he gave little thought that the snow around him seemed almost brighter, like a ray of light glowed down from heaven.
Only a year later, he signed up for the army at the growing threat of war, and joined the artillery division. After it was discovered he could push an entire cannon by himself, that others whom he talked to seemed much more lively then before, and that there were growing rumours of his startlingly ability to 'predict' the weather, a official from higher up the chain of command offered him a new type of growing office...
Type of Angel: Malakh
Miracles: - Weather manipulation: his time spent outdoors and in nature has led to him making startlingly accurate 'predictions' of the weather after his powers started to show themselves, which then led to him realizing that he had some influence of the clouds above his head. And of course, a bear hidden in a misty snow storm is the twice the dangerous bear.
- Imagery conveyance: Has found repeatedly that, when trying to describe a certain path to take, or house to find to a friend, they have an uncanny skill to have them know exactly what to look for. He fully realized he could send images with just his mind when he sent a warning to an officer about to walk into an ambush that he was aware of, and just managed to save the man life as he dived for cover before the hail of bullets. Artyom considers a skill that can help protect his comrades a useful skill indeed.
Sorry if the bio kind of turned out pretty long.
*Of course, for an actual bear, that's actually somewhat short, and pretty damn light, in terms of height and weight, but everything within reason, right?
Just say if there's anything amiss, else looking forward to it. As a side note, if the French army is looking a little thin on the ground, I don't mind using a second character, though my relatively little experience may mean making occasional mistakes.