Valeska Simonov

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Valeska Simonov


"Things have developed...rapidly. I like speed, I like this momentum, I push forwards, faster, faster, faster, and faster. The plans are laid out, the ground work established, now lets rip it to shreds."

 

MISC
Voice: Russian Croatian influenced accent.
Alias's: Ruskie.
Religion: Ex-Eastern Orthodox.

 

Physiological Traits
Gender: Male.
Age: 35.

Height: 6'1.
Build: Lean, slightly muscular.
Hair: Black and White. "It's naturally black but due to stress and a bucket of bleach falling on my head it changed colors a tad."
Eyes: Greyish blue.
Skin: A toned white.
Clothes: A black jacket, cargo pants, black boots and black gloves.
Disabilities: ADHD
Distinguishing Marks: Various tattoos.
(Images Of tattoos:HandsTorso+ArmsBack)


Psychological Traits
Hobbies: Gambling, smoking, drinking.
Humor: Laughs at a lot.
Sexuality: Hetrosexual though currently wants to refrain from relationships.
Mental Strengths: Fortitude.
Mental Flaws: Boundless rage.
Current Goals: Help his community thrive, have fun.
Current Outlook On The Rebellion: Don't get in my way.
Current Outlook On Universal Union: Don't get in my way.
Their One Absolute Rule: Don't betray family, don't give up on them either, you can't replace family.
 
 

Life Summary
I was born into a Slavic family composed of a Russian Father and a Croatian Mother, what a wonderful combination. I grew up in Samara Russia on the I believe you call the, Confluence, of the Volga and Samara rivers. A City rivaled by few, and in my opinion better then both Moscow and Saint Petersburg, reason being that Samara had a class to it. Enough of the City, as I grew up it was a life in the Ghetto of the City. Life was hard fought as when I was a child the Soviet Union still bore fruit however dying day by day until its collapse. We lived in a three room apartment, living room, bathroom, bed room. My father hogged the bed room to himself like the bastard he was and me and my mother slept on the sofa. My childhood was one of abuse, discipline, and crime. My father beat me senseless for the littlest things and spent all of the family's income on more Smirnoff for himself to drink the nights away. He was a lazy slob, and my mother worked at the embassy funding his debts. When I was eleven it happened, my father was beating my mother senseless with his belt and I crouched in the corner covering my ears. Suddenly the door slammed inward and five men walked in, my father froze but the men did not, they walked up to him and threw him to the ground. They then proceeded to kick my father in the sides, face, and nether regions. A man in a suit then walked into the room and slammed a foot down onto my fathers chest and took out a Makarov. He promptly aimed it at my fathers face and the next few words I will never forget. "Vadim Simonov your debt has gone unpaid long enough, your family shall now be freed of your filthy habits and the mob will be free of scum like you. Your debt is to be partially paid in your blood, rot in hell." A crack of fire emitted as a metallic round flew from the device and instantly killed my father. My mother proceeded to cry and wail on the ground in fear and some sort of twisted development of love next to my fathers body. The suited man motioned to me to which at first didn't register before I walked over slowly. He then grabbed shoulder and spoke to me very calmly, "Your fathers debt has only been partially erased and I doubt your mother could full fill it. Typically we would kill the spouse but we have morals and are not going to abandon a child. You now will clear your fathers debt, you are to be my eyes, and my ears in this Ghetto. I want you to walk the streets out of honor to this, and listen for any mention of the Popov's. If you hear of a Popov, or find a large group of them, come to me at the bar on the docks warehouses." He then walked off, leaving the corpse and my sobbing mother. I would soon find out that was the Nezhdanov family, and the man in the suit was one its Lieutenants. I proceeded to walk the streets by night and attend school by day, listening for word of the Popov's. I learned of a bowling alley that many of their members attended and set out for the Bar. Upon entering the bartender I recognized as one of the men from the house, he pointed to a door simply nodding with a soft smile. I went in and the suited man was there, he introduced him as Alexander Portnov, a relative of the mob boss. He then asked if I wanted a drink, I said yes and he passed me a clear liquid in a small glass cup. I proceeded to put my lips to the rim and out of thirst attempt to drink the whole thing before spitting it all out. He laughed and laughed whole heartedly revealing it was vodka before tossing me a water bottle. I then told him what I had found out and he smiled before giving me a hundred Rubles. I smiled and thanked him before walking to the door, he then said "Keep up the good work, I see a bright future for you." Little did I know this was my entrance to the grand stage of crime, and riches were to come with the pain of loss.

 
Relations

Spanish Girl: "You work me like Vodka fuels a Trot, how amazing. The drugs are a problem, however I may have a solution."

Zlako: "You are a loyal friend, and a bad person, two traits I love when coming together."

Henry: "A good follower, keeps quiet and gets the job done, could go far."

Dean: "What's done is done, we're better off without you."

Sid: "What a interesting American, how...well how captivating his actions can be."

 
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