Post by Patrik on Apr 12, 2012 3:19:11 GMT -5
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Documented Information
Name: Patrik Dvorak
Alias: "Mistr Zloděj" (Czech Phrase, chosen because it sounds like a form of address.)
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 165 lbs
Home Town: Prague, Czechoslovak Republic
Unique attributes/Desc:
A wiry man, an array of small and large scars adorning the fine musculature of his body, coupled with a few Vory tattoos on his back and one on each forearm. He has black hair reaching halfway down his neck, swept back in a messy entanglement. His cheeks are slightly gaunt, making his cheekbones particularly pronounced. His nose is narrow, with nostrils that barely flare out at all, and settle a quarter inch above smirking lips. His eyes are bright blue.
See website (pdvorak.99k.org) for info on tattoos.
Dream-Specific History:
Patrik spent the first year of World War 1 in a weapons factory in Prague, producing weapons for the Austro-Hungarian army. The next two years he spent either selling weapons, or stealing from houses that had been abandoned by someone off to war. In 1917, when the Russian Revolution came to an end, Patrik moved to Russia thinking there would be easy pickings in the chaos after the revolution. He was promptly arrested by the NKVD as part of a campaign against criminals by Lenin.
Patrik was sent to one of Lenin's newly established Concentration camps after a brief stint in prison. By 1918 he was working as a slave for the glory of Communism. He was digging canals in the arctic tundra, or he was building weapons, or he was digging in the mines. All on an empty stomach. Fortunately the criminals quickly organized, and a new power was formed; the Vory v Zakone, Thieves in Law. Patrik was sworn in as a Vor quickly, since he was one of the most veteran members of his camp and had set himself up in a position of power. Once the Vor came to power, the Gulags became their home. Patrik stopped working, and in fact stopped doing absolutely anything for the guards. It was tough for a while, but eventually they asserted their dominance.
In 1923, a group of Vor, Patrik amongst them, planned a break out. They would have to trek across miles and miles of woodland and wasteland to get to civilization, but it's what they had to do to get out. Since the Vor came to power in the Gulags, things had improved greatly. Patrik and the rest of the group actually went on work duty for once. They were all chained together, digging another canal. Of course, Patrik used his now finely tuned skill with the lockpick to get them all out of their manacles. Then, with the picks they were using to dig out the permafrost, they killed their guards and took the weapons. They ran, and ran, and ran until one of the other collapsed.
It was several weeks of wandering before they managed to find civilization. They had to hunt in the Siberian forest for food, and learn how to build shelters from the weather. They were still dressed in their threadbare prison clothes, so it was inevitable that several of them died due to exposure. Patrik was one of three to make it to Surgut, a place that could barely be called a town on the edge of Siberia. There they got some decent clothes, some food, and went their separate ways. Patrik's trench coat, boots, and gloves were stolen from a store there.
Patrik made his way to Moscow, where he stole his cigarette case and his vest, and then to his hometown of Prague. In Prague, he bought several books about how to read and write, since it had been a huge problem being unable to do either in the Russian camps. He already had the basics down before he got off the train in Berlin. It was there that he stole his knife, off of the belt of a Great War veteran. From Berlin Patrik stowed away on a ship to London, and from London, stowing away on a cruise liner to America was a simple task.
Patrik was tired of Europe. First there was war, then he was arrested and nearly died, and then he watched his friends die trying to escape from those camps. He couldn't call anywhere in Europe truly his home, so he went to the only place he'd heard of that might actually offer him some modicum of comfort. The only place far enough away to forget what he'd been through. He stepped off, or sneaked off rather, the boat in New York. He spent a year in New York, found it completely distasteful, and stowed away on a freight barge headed to Chicago shortly after his twenty-eighth birthday.
Inventory on their person
>Light Brown, Leather Trench Coat
>Black Leather Boots and Gloves, reaching to mid-shin and elbow respectively.
>Black Vest, Gold Pinstripe
>Steel Cigarette Case, containing 3 picks and 3 tension wires of different shapes and sizes
>German Nahkampfmesser, World War 1 era Trench Knife
Stats
For each of the below, you must indicate either Very Low, Low, Medium, High, or Very High. The sum of the statistics must balance, this means roughly that for every high you have a low, for every very high you have a very low or two lows, and so on. Extremes can be had, but only with Admin approval.
Charisma - Low
Strength - Low
Coordination - Very High
Endurance - Medium
Agility - High
Perception - High
Intelligence - Medium
Morality - Very Low, Casual Disregard for Human Life
General Adaptations
These can be described in any way you find appropriate.
Savvy - Very High. Practically since he was born he's lived in a high risk environment.
Health - Medium-Low. Nothing is really wrong with him, but he's got a lot of old wounds.
Pain Resistance - 6, on a scale of 1-10. He could shrug off a gash, but not a stab wound.
Education/ Abilities/ Training
Knife Fighting: Trained by four years in a Russian prison.
Locksmith: Learned on the streets of Prague.
Pickpocket: Every thief starts somewhere.
Sneaky: Any good thief picks up how to move silently.
Brawler: When all else fails, start slugging.
Advantages
Dust In The Wind, Pickpocket
Faults
Uneducated, Obsessive*
*He does something right, or he does it again, and again, and again, until it's perfect.