Arkady Vasiliev
Name: Arkady VasilievRace: ???
Gender: Male
Occupation: Avis security
Age: 19
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 140lbs
Current MGA: 98
- Backpack (6 MGA)
- Gas Mask (2lbs)
- One Filter (1lbs)
- 1x MRE (1bs)
- Batteries (1lbs)
- Lockpicks (NEG)
- Gas detection meter (2lbs)
- Switch blade (2lbs)
- Shotgun chambered revolver [1/1 capacity] (5lb, in storage)
- Lighter (NEG)
- Flashlight (1lbs)
- CD player, CDs (NEG)
- Scrapbook (NEG)
- Inhaler (2 MGA, NEG)
- Kevlar vest (90 MGA, 10lbs)
- Combat helmet (40 MGA, 4lbs)
- Railgun (40 MGA, 12lbs)
- Found pistol (???)
Background: Arkady was on the "streets" at a very young age, to the point that he can't even remember his real parents or much of his early years. Was taken in by Nikolay at around the age of three or four without even ever have been given name, and his development was so stunted he could barely even talk- which is ironic considering now he rarely shuts up.
Has a knack for linguistics, speaks both Russian and English fluently. Probably would have been a good student if he had not started work so early on in life. Reads anything he can get his hands on, even old technical manuals. Has a slight obsession with Avis Station, particularly the Rangers, and hopes to visit there someday to enlist, though the gravity of enlistment doesn't seem to fully register with him. He doesn't seem to think his culminating health issues and small stature will be an issue.
Time skip: Arkady has been living in Avis, following the destruction of his home station. After arriving, the stress of their journey and the injuries he sustained from being attacked by the machete-man caused his health to take a turn for the worse. He had a slow recovery, but once he felt well enough he found work and has been saving money and helping to care for Mary Anne.
Appearance: Typical of those born underground, he's very pale to the point of looking almost sickly, and the fair colour of his skin only accentuates the dark discolouration under his eyes.
He has filled out and looks healthier than two years ago, though he's still pretty short and not all that imposing looking- a bit problematic for a guard.He has boyish good looks, gray eyes, and dark, wavy hair, usually tied or pushed back out of his face. He's quick to smile and has a warm, inviting demeanour about him, though when not engaged with people tends to look a little contemplative or zoned out. His accent is sort of peculiar, a blend of North American and slightly Russian accented English.
When in the job he wears the security uniform with a helmet and Kevlar vest.
Has a pretty ugly scar on his forearm from blocking a machete blow. There's one on his chest too, just above his heart.
Personality: To put it bluntly, Arkady seems to be a bit of a space cadet. Despite the hardships he has faced, he remains a bright, almost aggravatingly optimistic person, as if the horrors of the new world do not really register with him.
He is friendly. He seems to think if he gives people his best, he will get their best in return. Though he's become more independent and driven, he still gives the benefit of the doubt to people who really don't deserve it. He is pretty perceptive, particularly when it comes to some of the more eerie, enigmatic parts of Metro living.