IMPEDIO SOCIETY . MIKHAYLICHENKO-MOLOTOV, PASHA

Male

Asexual

Forty

February 15th


If his surname and accent wasn’t enough of an indicator, one of the few pieces of information about himself he’s willing to give is the fact that he’s Russian to the core.

Russian is his first language, though he is fluent in English as well. However, his English is very heavily accented, to the point where it can become difficult to understand what he’s saying if he speaks quickly or starts shouting orders, as he does tend to do. People who work with him need to adapt to that, or at least get the gist of what he means very quickly.

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1.25
(0.50 without item)

Impedio Society

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Defensore Omnes

10/4/13 - Jess

Renegade!

Kun Shui Wei
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Sergei Dragunov from Tekken 6

Pasha was given a rather large and spacious house by the Impedio Society, having originally anticipated that his sister, nephew and two sons would come to join him once he settled in LA. Unfortunately, that plan hadn't panned out how he'd like, and now he's living in a large house, fully paid for, on his own. He doesn't mind the general emptiness, even if the place is a bit too spacious for his liking, so he ends up only living in a couple of the rooms at a time. The temperature in the house tends to be freezing, though.

Pasha is the sort of person anybody could pick out immediately in a crowd, and it’s little wonder why. Standing at a very intimidating 6’9” from genetics alone, he is a heavy set sort of man with wide shoulders and plenty of muscle to spare, and is often compared to either a tank or a bear in build. He has a very distinct, grizzled sort of appearance to him, despite almost constantly being in uniform and keeping himself as neat as possible.

His hair is jet black and often tied back into a short ponytail, which wouldn’t look so out of place had his eyes not been so pale. He was born with regular blue eyes, but as time passed they got lighter instead of darker. They stopped and stayed at an eerily light shade of blue, and from a distance, it becomes very difficult to distinguish the irises from the whites of his eyes.

Pasha’s scars get a lot of stares, from those who are brave enough to stare openly. He has one that runs right over the bridge of his nose, and another on the left side of his mouth that runs over his lips, turning his expression into a permanent scowl. The rest of his body is littered with them as well, battle scars from various conflicts both creature and human, military and for the sake of the Impedio Society. There are quite a few on his hands and arms, prominent ones on his back and a couple on his chest and then a couple along his legs. Pasha’s a mess, but he doesn’t try to hide them.

To sum him up in one neat package, Pasha is stubborn and prideful and has that unique brand of Mikhaylichenko-Molotov rashness in combat that seems borderline suicidal to most. He’d readily charge into a fight, and usually his opponents are a little taken aback by this because having a man who’s 6’9” and built like a tank plowing at you in the middle of a battle field isn’t exactly a welcome sight. Creatures and people are treated the same in that regard, and using brutal physical strength is how he usually goes about his fights. His actions may seem quite spur of the moment, but most of the time, everything has already been planned out.

Pasha is a planner, and in that regard, despite everything else, he’s level headed. His constant need for information is perhaps fueled by his job; it’s a lot of danger, and he needs to plan things ahead and keep up a routine of sorts. Every trip he makes, he needs to know exact details of where he’s going and staying, what he’s doing there and why, et cetera. A creature he’s hunting requires him to have a full breakdown unless it’s just a patrol, and those days have long gone in favour of more specialized and specific tasks.

In his household, aggression was more or less encouraged while he was growing up. He was destined to be part of the Impedio society, not to mention the military, and all of his family at that point had been drafted at eighteen, if not sooner. They had all been fairly successful as well, and the same was quickly expected of him. Thankfully, even though he’s extremely intimidating in a regular social setting, his general hostility has brought him far in his job. His considerable bulk has certainly helped, and regular people would be hesitant to deal with someone who’s 6’9” and a permanent scowl etched on their face. A short temper comes with the territory, and it doesn’t take much to set him off like a bomb.

He’s a confident sort and practically radiates it. His shoulders are kept squared out, his back is like there’s a plank attached and he stands perfectly straight at all times. Pasha has to know what he’s doing, and the risks are rather obvious if he doesn’t. Of course he can think on the go, but having to do it is always overshadowed by planning, and he has to wonder how extreme rashness can keep somebody alive for so long. He’s always going to be the first person to tell you that you are wrong, or that you’re a bad person, or any other overly-blunt statement that people around him are thinking but too afraid to say.

Pride is also another huge point for him; though he’s fully aware of who’s above him, he’s also fully aware of those below him. Pasha absolutely needs a hierarchy to be established for him to work within, and he’s completely respectful of his superiors if it’s made clear that they’re more knowledgeable than him. However, he also happens to hold his superiors to the same standards as he grew up with, so if they’re lax or easy going or just happen to goof around, then he loses that respect for them and will deviate from orders if he thinks his are better. Aside from that, he models himself to be a perfect, unquestioning soldier.

Despite the harsh demeanor and his excessive strictness, Pasha does have a soft spot for young children. His patience is extended a little for them, though not to say he can tolerate them for too long at a time. He doesn’t seem to soften up at all, but he does treat them with more attention and care than he would most. He’s adopted two children of his own after their parents were killed by various creatures, much to the surprise of pretty much everybody. Pasha just never comes off as the compassionate sort, but small exceptions are sometimes made.

Pasha Mikhaylichenko-Molotov was born in Oymyakon, Russia. To many people, the place was just generalized as ‘Siberia’, while to the better informed, it was known as the coldest place of permanent settlement in the world. The place had an extreme subarctic climate almost all year round, the ground was frozen permanently and birds regularly froze to death in the middle of flight and dropped to the earth. To say the least, it wasn’t the most comfortable place to raise children.

His family was militaristic to a close extreme; his mother was a soldier and therefore deployed regularly, while his father was an office worker for the military. His family had been part of the Impedio Society for as far as their recorded lineage went back, but it was undoubted that they also took large roles when it came to the military and actively took jobs in both, if not at the same time. The Society in Russia frequently used his mother’s deployments as an opportunity to send her on hunts involving roving creatures or those who were constantly moving from location to location.

Pasha’s sister was born two years after him, and his family started training them both in the secret histories of the world, and their place in it, when they were considered ‘adequate’. Because the family wasn’t stationed at a specific base, their lives were secluded and secretive compared to the rest in the little community of just fewer than five hundred. They lived at the fringes of the town, only going into the center when food shipments arrived. The people who lived there, though a friendly community, often regarded the Mikhaylichenko-Molotovs with some apprehension. They were fully aware that they were a military family, but didn’t understand why they needed to be so secluded.

An aptitude towards the solitary but militaristic lifestyle became very obvious when Pasha was young. Aggression was encouraged, along with bravery and a certain rashness that became extremely intimidating when a man of 6’9” was plowing at you through smoke and the rattle of guns and shells. He was trained by his mother in combat sambo, and the technique soon became his preferred form of confrontation, artifact mostly damned. Various tests for his ability were administered both by his parents, and various Impedio Society members that would make irregular trips to them, making sure the siblings were being trained properly in both their history and art.

Pasha never grew up the playful sort. While his sister became rebellious in her teens, Pasha was studious and well learned in the secret histories of the world. He much preferred military history as the rest of humanity chugged along, but he wasn’t averse to learning anything ancient at all. His physical strength soon became his boon, and he was tall for his age, allowing him to pin down opponents with ease.

His artifact was granted to him when he was sixteen, and it was given to him in hopes of making his defense much better. If he learned to wield it properly, they would joke, then it would turn Pasha into a human tank. It was a shield, but instead of being flat, it was slightly concave and ended in a sharp point. It allowed him to lean more of his weight into it when being attacked, and the point dug into the ground, preventing it from slipping. He encountered his first creature in the same year, and he found that he didn’t need to use his artifact; he broke the beast’s neck with his bare hands.

Things fell into a rhythm eventually; out in the cold, he was facing mostly ice or earth element creatures, and only when his bare hands couldn’t defeat them that he’d pull out his artifact. He was stubborn when it came down to his artifact’s use as well, and more than a couple of his scars were caused when he absolutely insisted on fighting the thing without it.

When he was eighteen, as was mandatory for everybody in the Mikhaylichenko-Molotov family, he was drafted into the military. It wasn’t so much of a big event as it was a fact of life for him, and the Impedio Society was quick to put him in the same position as his mother. He was put to tasks of hunting down creatures while abroad, or being added to other hunting parties of necessary. This broadened his range of experience greatly, and he found that he preferred it greatly over most other jobs.

Unfortunately, his first year while deployed was when his sister ran away. They didn’t get along too well in the first place, but when they needed to work together, they were a force to be reckoned with. She went off with a man that his parents did not approve of at all, and what little contact they maintained was over the phone or emails. All the sudden, it seemed that Pasha became even more aggressive than before. He buried himself in his work, and clawed his way up not only the Impedio Society ranks, but the military ranks as well.

He was twenty five and stationed in Germany, sent out to kill an ancient water creature, when he found a child. The boy’s parents were drowned and half eaten nearby and it was obvious enough that the beast did it, leaving only the child to either come back for later, or to use as bait for passerby. For some reason or another, the creature never resurfaced, and Pasha thought it slightly more important to bring the boy back to safety. But because the boy had actually seem and interacted with the creature, he needed to be brought back to the Impedio Society to figure out what to do with him. It didn’t exactly take long; the boy was only about five years old at the time, so Pasha took him in and named him Magnus.

Pasha began to raise Magnus like his parents raised him; a military lifestyle, steeped in the history of the Impedio Society. Magnus was a quick learner and he caught on easily.

Two years later, the scenario nearly repeated itself almost exactly. He was sent off into the Russian wilderness because there were reported sightings of a creature, only to come across a cabin in the woods… Well, what was left of it, anyways. The whole thing looked smashed in on one side, and there were weird noises coming from inside. When he approached it, rounding the corner, he discovered exactly what it was.

It was a stuhac; a shadowy creature that wore human limbs on their ankles so they wouldn’t slip on the slopes of mountains. It was only moderately sized, but he supposed those unprepared for it would never make it out alive. The stuhac had several fresh limbs around its ankles, but in its one claw was a small child, half gnawed on. It saw him, dropped the boy and went after Pasha instead, thinking his limbs much better.

Long story short, the stuhac was swiftly dispatched. His shield was pulled out for this one, and he managed to eviscerate it before it did too much damage to himself, aside from a cut over the bridge of his nose. Once it was taken care of, it seemed to immediately unfurl itself into a pile of human limbs in various stages of decomposition, which was much less than pleasant. It was then that he went to see if the boy was alright.

The boy was about Magnus’ age when he first found him, and he was very badly damaged. He’d been gnawed on rather thoroughly, and it had taken a while to figure out if he was still breathing. His parents were beyond help; already dead by the time he picked them out of the rubble, he carried the boy back to base. He was given medical attention there, and after a couple of months, he was brought out of the medically induced coma he was put in to have some tests run.

Unfortunately, the boy wasn’t all there. He’d been named Konrad by the medical staff, but he didn’t remember his real name when he woke up. He’d lost large chunks of memory, and after some psychiatric evaluations, it seemed that Konrad wouldn’t ever be normal. He reacted abnormally and often stared at corners or nothing at all, spacing out for hours at a time. They said it was just brain damage, but as time went on, it appeared worse.

Nobody wanted to take Konrad, and like Magnus, he couldn’t just be released because he had seen and known about the creatures. It was worse because he seemed so erratic in behaviour and couldn’t quite be trusted around civilians. He was kept as a ward of the Impedio Society for two years before he was finally handed to Pasha, who took him very reluctantly because he had nowhere else to go and he’d found him.

Pasha was twenty nine years old and had two adopted children, and the fact just barely slowed him down. When he needed to be deployed or sent on hunts, he’d give Magnus and Konrad to his parents. His sister reappeared not too long after, without a husband and with a child. When he was gone, they’d be given to her, and he was relieved when his nephew and two sons did grow close.

He was often away from home, either deployed by the military or sent by the Impedio Society or both at once, which wasn’t uncommon. He continued his steady work, hunting bigger things with increasing difficulty, coming home once every couple of months for one reason or another. He was promoted multiple times in the military and eventually hand selected to be part of the spetsnaz defense unit, which piled on more years of training and caused him to become nearly completely absent at home.

It was when he was thirty five that his accident happened. Pasha was up against yet another creature, this time completely unplanned. It wasn’t as if he was unused to sneak attacks, but he was headed home and was a bit more relaxed than usual, ready to see family again by the next night. Nighttime walks were habitual for him, and he wasn’t paying full attention as he was walking on a nearby shore, and he paid dearly for it.

He had to thank his lucky stars that it was only a baby one, but it was a kraken nonetheless, and it grabbed him from the nearby water and came dangerously close to drowning him several times over. A gun and a small knife was really all he had on hand at that time, and it dragged him into the water, held him and brought him up just before he drowned multiple times. A gun did nothing underwater, so his only option was a small knife. Stabbing at the tendrils seemed to do little.

Sheer luck had the baby kraken bring him close enough to its eye to take a better look. He plunged his knife straight into the creature’s eye and just began hacking away at it as hard as he could. Pasha didn’t stop when the creature suddenly squeezed down hard where it’s tendril was wrapped around him, and he didn’t stop when there was a sudden, crippling pain in his waist and a terrifying crunch from somewhere in his body. The kraken threw him, and he landed close enough to the shore that he managed to drag himself onto the sand before he drowned as the creature fled with a damaged eye.

He was found the next day, dragged to the hospital and soon devastated to find out that his hips had basically been cracked in half. There was little in the ways of explaining it, and the Impedio Society quickly stepped in and took him out to their own medical facilities before things got too out of hand. Things had to be put back together bit by bit, and he was out of commission in both the military and the Impedio Society for the better part of a year. Stubborn old goat that he was, Pasha refused to stay in bed after his last surgery and insisted on walking almost right after. The nurses thought he was utterly insane, and he might’ve been, but he was too prideful and too restless to lie in bed all day.

It took him the better part of a year and a half to completely recover, longer than usual because Pasha absolutely refused to remain out of commission for too long. The military decided to retire him from the active force, much to his distress, and put him on duty as a head combat trainer instead. It was easier on him, but he hated it completely. The Impedio Society, on the other hand, decided he’d put in more than enough years and contributed enough to earn something, especially after the last encounter.

They promoted him to second on recommendation from an old boss of his, which would’ve usually been an honour had it not meant he was out in the field less. He was in charge of a lot, and he was relocated to Los Angeles despite how he repeatedly told him he’d prefer to stay in Russia. Pasha was fit for the job, and transferred as soon as possible. He had to actually retire from the Russian military at that point to go to Los Angeles, and to say the least, he’s quite bitter about the whole thing. He is not at all happy in Los Angeles, but he’s bucked up and does what he has to do.

Pasha has been in and out of various hospital and medical facilities more times than he can count. Usually, they were all for cuts that needed to be stitched back together or minor broken bones and fractures.

He has several prominent scars, all of which come with some story or another. The largest ones happen to be on his back, but the ones that are the most visible are on his face. There is one across the bridge of his nose and another down the left side of his mouth, going through his lips.

His limp was caused by a baby kraken that broke his hips. Being the stubborn sort he was, he refused to rest properly after the various surgeries, which resulted in a visible limp favouring his left side. The limp gets worse on hot and balmy days, and if it’s really bad at any particular time, he’s forced to use some sort of leverage, like an umbrella, to allow him to walk. On regular days, however, it doesn’t inhibit him in any way and he has full mobility. The doctors recommend that he doesn’t go after any intense, physically strenuous hunts more than a few times a year because they’re afraid he might damage it again.

Once again, defiant as he is, he disregards their recommendations.

Pasha drinks a lot of coffee and vodka, perhaps more than is absolutely healthy for him. Results from tests on his liver say that it’s working, but progressing age is an issue and he’s been told to cut his consumption by at least half.

Worth noting but not too important, Pasha is infertile. He’s since been an adoptive parent, but he can’t have any biological children of his own.

Pasha’s artifact is a shield, mostly plain looking and made of heavy iron that was pounded into shape. It is large enough that if he crouches behind it, it can cover his entire body. The middle is slightly concave and bulges, so that when he leans against it, his weight is more effectively used and can withstand stronger attacks. The bottom is pointed so he can dig it into the ground and anchor himself.

The artifact is defensive and is meant to boost his defense, though he isn’t afraid to use it to whack the occasional person upside the head when they aren’t listening.