Post by LEV ZEDEVSKI on May 29, 2011 12:49:28 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/2dvq6j6.jpg,true][atrb=width,453,true] GENERAL INFORMATION NAME: Lev Zedevski NICKNAMES: Dead-eye, RACE: Mutant - Enhanced dexterity AGE: Nineteen GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Heterosexual RESIDENCE: City of Hogwash OCCUPATION: Soldier - Gunman PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION REFLECTION: As Lev looked at the mirror, the first thing that he was drawn to were his eyes. Steel grey, piercing, but with a hint of cockiness to them, they were the eyes of surety. Confidence. And just a bit of arrogance. Surrounding those eyes were well defined, sharp facial features, pale flesh echoed further by his blonde hair, cut short so as to not be untidy beneath his beret. His neck, though well defined and toned, was hidden behind a scarlet neck scarf, a mark of his allegiance to the Scarlets. Pulling the black jacket of the uniform he wore down slightly, the neckline fitting almost completely flush with his neck, he smirked lightly at his reflection. In his opinion, he brought a touch of class, of style, to being a ganger. The red epaulettes upon his shoulders were blank, denoting his lack of rank, something that he intended to change. He was young, and ambitious, and his uniform reflected some of this ambition. Well cut, all in black, it was a mark of his militarist, and ambitious nature, further evinced by an athletic, 6‘1“ frame, lean muscle bringing his weight to just under 185 pounds. He adjusted the belt about his waist, making sure it was perfectly square, the silver buckle lined up with the centre of his body, before reaching over to his holster, fixing it upon his belt, to the right of the buckle, letting it hang slightly loose, as to allow his full range of movement. He picked up his ammunition pouch, opening it, checking the contents, before attaching that next to his holster, slapping it once as he finished the process of hooking it on the belt. Picking up his cross belt, he smirked again, admiring how he looked in the mirror, affording himself vanity, before clipping the belt over one shoulder, before rotating it round, so the additional rounds were spaced over his chest. He looked at himself again, checking everything was in order, before taking the scarlet beret from the hanger above the mirror, placing the front of the band exactly two fingers above his eyeline, a practiced motion done countless times, pulling the rest over his head, gripping the longer side of the material with finger and thumb, holding the other side with the flat of the hand, and pulling it into the correct slant. Finally, he, almost reverently picked up his revolver, a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, polished to a mirror like finish, twirling it about his finger, clockwise, then counter-clockwise, before deftly slotting it in the holster, spinning on one black combat boot, and walking out, ready for duty. FACE CLAIM: Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater, Major Ocelot PERSONALITY AND MORE THE GOOD: First and foremost, Lev is ambitious. A young gang soldier, he seeks to rise far above the expectations of those around him, to break the mould. A very charismatic and intelligent man, he commands a measure of respect from those around him, even his superiors admire his ability to think on his feet and remain comfortable in the more ‘diplomatic’ of situations, while being so likable naturally makes him popular with the majority of people. His tenacity and steadfast nature round him out as an opponent to be respected, and an ally and friend to be cherished. THE BAD: With ambition, often comes being manipulative. Lev is certainly not above using underhand tactics to gain an advantage, a tongue of quicksilver making pinning his intent and actions down much like trying to pin water to a wall. Impossible. Furthermore, making a true enemy of this man, being a grudge-bearer, will as likely as not earn you a place in his schemes to rise in station. Immensely arrogant and cocky, often simply doing the job right will take a backseat to making a job look good, often with flamboyance beyond what is necessary for any assignment. BELIEF: Lev isn’t particularly religious, preferring to ground himself in the here and now. He holds no bias against religion, believing that faith is something you have to find yourself, not something you can simply put on, and that he merely hasn‘t found it yet. WEAPON SLOT: Lev carries an exquisitely renovated, engraved six shot revolver, the Single Action Army. Supposedly carried by a notable cavalry officer, made for him commemorating a great victory, the true history of this weapon has faded into myth. The engravings depict vines weaving across the mechanism and barrel, coming into bloom at the end of the barrel. It is lovingly cared for by Lev, who has eschewed more modern weaponry, and even more powerful weaponry in favour of this, utilising his incredible dexterity to produce feats of pistol finesse that leave many awestruck. Or dead. Lev took this weapon just prior to being made up to a full-blown soldier with the Scarlet Guns. LIKES AND HOBBIES: Lev, despite his ambition, is certainly not a working stiff, enjoying a drink and socialising as much as the next man. He also enjoys demonstrating his incredible dexterity, juggling and twirling whatever he happens to have in his hands. Like most, he watches the hovercraft races with a vested interest, being that he and a group of other Scarlet Guns, bets reasonably heavily on the B-Class races. DISLIKES AND TURN-OFFS: Lev dislikes those he considers preachers. Spouting their religion or beliefs, condemning him as ‘evil’. He considers it rather ignorant, for without the Scarlet Guns, far worse gangs would take residence in Hogwash. He also detests those in debt. Not only can you not keep your own affairs in order, but you provide a drain upon someone else. He also dislikes being shown up, while rare, he cannot abide such a thing. ASPIRATIONS: Lev’s highest aim to rise above the rest, rumour has it that he wishes to supplant Scarlet Montague as the leader of the Scarlet Guns. LOOKING BACK: Of all memories he holds dear, the first mission he was assigned was his fondest. The adrenaline rush, the excitement, everything coming together perfectly, despite it being somewhat routine. His worst memory however was his first time getting drunk. It really was horrible for him, especially since the reason he got drunk was because someone spiked his drink. MISCELLANY: --- OUT OF CHARACTER OOC NAME: Jimmeh! AGE: 18 GENDER: Male EXPERIENCE: Eight years of pen and paper, four on forums. REFERRED BY: Claus OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A ANYTHING ELSE: I LOVE LAMP. APPLICATION TEMPLATE MADE BY EDWARD, EXCLUSIVELY FOR USE ON THE BLUE |
