Post by Sergey Brewskji Sidorovich on Oct 26, 2019 12:39:28 GMT -4
Sergey Brewskji Sidorovich
BASIC INFORMATION
Hero Alias: Komrade Kvass
Player Name: calebstanford90
Faceclaim/Series: Yosuke Hanamura from Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 4
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Civilian
Height: 1.82m
Weight: 74kg
Hair/Style: Light brown hair, straight but unkempt
Skin/Scars: Caucasian, a little pale; scar on chest
Eyes: Brown eyes and oval shaped
Notables: Particularly rosy cheeks from quirk
Player Name: calebstanford90
Faceclaim/Series: Yosuke Hanamura from Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 4
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Civilian
Height: 1.82m
Weight: 74kg
Hair/Style: Light brown hair, straight but unkempt
Skin/Scars: Caucasian, a little pale; scar on chest
Eyes: Brown eyes and oval shaped
Notables: Particularly rosy cheeks from quirk
APPEARANCE AND PERSONALITY
Appearance:
Sergey is mostly a very casual young man - he barely brushes his light brown hair, as he believes it looks better natural, which to a point is true, as it remains straight spiking down to the length of his neck. It is parted down the middle, with a small section covering his forehead, leading down to his oval eyes, similarly coloured to the brown of that hair. His face is unusually pale, save for a small detail: his cheeks are quite rosy, a by-product of his quirk, creating a very pink look on each side of the face. Regarding his clothes, he often keeps his heritage close, often wearing a ushanka hat with his U.A. clothes, which are often scruffy with the sleeves up. Outside of school, Sergey is never seen without the trademark of any gopnik - a tracksuit. His is pure white, with 3 black stripes down the arms and legs, perfect for any weather. Underneath is a grey tanktop, plus a gold chain for style purposes.
POSITIVE
✔ Jovial
✔ Friendly
✔ Risk-Taker
NEGATIVE
✖ Confrontational
✖ Overly Protective
✖ Often Unintelligible
LIKES
✔ Squatting
✔ Drinking
✔ Partying
✔ Social Events
✔ Making Drinks
DISLIKES
✖ Tacky Fashion
✖ Snitching
✖ Loud Neighbours
✖ Spying on People
Personality:
Sergey is, first and foremost, a true Slav. A person who enjoys social activities such as drinking with friends on the street, playing games with people, making things for other people to enjoy, and of course: the cold, refreshing taste of babushka's kompot. He is usually a very happy person, not just on the account of constant alcohol intake due to his quirk, but it is also a part of his base personality - what would life be without some joy, after all? A go-getter, Sergey is always up to take risks, no matter the level of danger it may involve, as it adds some spice to the quality of living. He may sometimes push people a little too hard for these risks, but that is just because he wants to hold people to the standard he has from living in Russia. This being said however, if someone attempts to threaten him, his fellow gopniks, or his vodka, Sergey will often move towards anger and attempt to fight whatever lays in the way of him and a good time to share. This can be hard to distinguish on the account of Sergey's quirk, but overall he knows who is a friend, and who is complete debil. Overall, don't cross Sergey, and you will find a man who you can talk, drink, and squat with into the late hours of the night.
Sergey is mostly a very casual young man - he barely brushes his light brown hair, as he believes it looks better natural, which to a point is true, as it remains straight spiking down to the length of his neck. It is parted down the middle, with a small section covering his forehead, leading down to his oval eyes, similarly coloured to the brown of that hair. His face is unusually pale, save for a small detail: his cheeks are quite rosy, a by-product of his quirk, creating a very pink look on each side of the face. Regarding his clothes, he often keeps his heritage close, often wearing a ushanka hat with his U.A. clothes, which are often scruffy with the sleeves up. Outside of school, Sergey is never seen without the trademark of any gopnik - a tracksuit. His is pure white, with 3 black stripes down the arms and legs, perfect for any weather. Underneath is a grey tanktop, plus a gold chain for style purposes.
POSITIVE
✔ Jovial
✔ Friendly
✔ Risk-Taker
NEGATIVE
✖ Confrontational
✖ Overly Protective
✖ Often Unintelligible
LIKES
✔ Squatting
✔ Drinking
✔ Partying
✔ Social Events
✔ Making Drinks
DISLIKES
✖ Tacky Fashion
✖ Snitching
✖ Loud Neighbours
✖ Spying on People
Personality:
Sergey is, first and foremost, a true Slav. A person who enjoys social activities such as drinking with friends on the street, playing games with people, making things for other people to enjoy, and of course: the cold, refreshing taste of babushka's kompot. He is usually a very happy person, not just on the account of constant alcohol intake due to his quirk, but it is also a part of his base personality - what would life be without some joy, after all? A go-getter, Sergey is always up to take risks, no matter the level of danger it may involve, as it adds some spice to the quality of living. He may sometimes push people a little too hard for these risks, but that is just because he wants to hold people to the standard he has from living in Russia. This being said however, if someone attempts to threaten him, his fellow gopniks, or his vodka, Sergey will often move towards anger and attempt to fight whatever lays in the way of him and a good time to share. This can be hard to distinguish on the account of Sergey's quirk, but overall he knows who is a friend, and who is complete debil. Overall, don't cross Sergey, and you will find a man who you can talk, drink, and squat with into the late hours of the night.
HISTORY
Привет! My name is Sergey, Sergey Brewskji Sidorovich for long, but бабушка is the only one who really calls me that. Now, you may be wondering, "Sergey, how you become such strong slav, and get into Pro Hero training school?" Well my friend, let me tell you the juicy details, as I go through my days as young boy growing up in the Motherland.
It all started in a small village just outside of Stalingrad- I mean Leningrad- I mean St. Petersburg, where I was born to mama and papa on the 26th of April. A very historic day, if you know slav history at all. As I grew up in company of parents and siblings, I could feel that within me, there was something unfathomably powerful, something to destine me for the greatness.
This turned out to be very high alcohol contained within my body.
You see, as a young gopnik, I had a quirk. A quirk that was, shall we say, helpful for the lifestyle I live now. More details will come later, but for now let's continue with the past. Growing up, I made friends, made enemies, partied many nights away, everything you would ever want to do before the age of ten. The only major problem was that financially, my family was, well, in complete пизде́ц. The way I lived had large effect for mama and papa, as well as my many siblings and cousins, and was extra harsh, as I was the only one truly like that. Everyone else had aspiration to be movie star or popular music icon, but for Sergey? No no no, it was to just enjoy life, budget be damned, блять. So, at the age of eleven, they had finally had enough and kicked me out to fend for myself on the streets...
Hah! Jokes on them, I had a blast! The streets were always like second home to me: squatting grounds, perfect place to make fires and drink, no complaints about loudness of hardbass, nothing. Just me, and my close friends, having the best time we could. However, it did mean I could not go to school, so instead I learned from the older, more experienced gopniks about true life skills - none of these maths and sciences, but things more like living on a budget, cooking with what you have, what type of kvass is best, how to get job, you know, the important things. After living like this for about four years, I did have a moment of clarity, as if бабушка herself had come to me in a dream, telling me to aspire to something more, something that could be extremely helpful to me in getting a job that could pay not just one months rent, but two or more! End of month never come again; like a true Slav's dream.
According to dream бабушка, the place for me to go was some kind of hero school where there were others like me, people with "powers" or some shit. But I did not have powers, I had only vodka and friends, бабушка, урод. But aha you see, for I did have powers: remember the alcohol I mentioned earlier? As it turns out, my body creates a constant stream of alcohol that is absorbed into many features of Sergey, however most of the negatives were blocked out! I could lift heavy things, punch with strength of bear, and could take reactor number four point blank (okay maybe not but this for comparison, идиот). Using these newfound abilities that apparently I had always had, I searched high and low for this hero school, but to no luck... But, I did manage to make it to the country of Japan, after hitching ride from a local fisherman. Amazing how far bribery will get you. With little money and the dream, I tried everywhere, asked people for help, but they look at me like I am some sort of дебил. Eventually, I was told to seek out Musutafu, a small city outside of major metropolitan zone, and I made my way there...
But one day I woke up in front of large building with no memory of ever getting there at all. I simply smiled and brushed tracksuit, to begin a new life as a friend to not just a few people, but to a whole community, where we could party and squat like the world was to end tomorrow. Of course, I was not allowed in, due to my less-than-stellar school record, but this was soon fixed. I went to a library, studied hard for long time, and eventually, I had the skills of diplomat, ready for a new level of education.
However, due to the long time I had spent, I was past the late-joining option, урод, so I had to wait until I could join properly.
Well, that is the end my friends, I hope you enjoy the story of Sergey Brewskji Sidorovich. I hope to see you soon, and of course, never forget:
Пятки на земле, когда ты приседаешь, сука блять!
It all started in a small village just outside of Stalingrad- I mean Leningrad- I mean St. Petersburg, where I was born to mama and papa on the 26th of April. A very historic day, if you know slav history at all. As I grew up in company of parents and siblings, I could feel that within me, there was something unfathomably powerful, something to destine me for the greatness.
This turned out to be very high alcohol contained within my body.
You see, as a young gopnik, I had a quirk. A quirk that was, shall we say, helpful for the lifestyle I live now. More details will come later, but for now let's continue with the past. Growing up, I made friends, made enemies, partied many nights away, everything you would ever want to do before the age of ten. The only major problem was that financially, my family was, well, in complete пизде́ц. The way I lived had large effect for mama and papa, as well as my many siblings and cousins, and was extra harsh, as I was the only one truly like that. Everyone else had aspiration to be movie star or popular music icon, but for Sergey? No no no, it was to just enjoy life, budget be damned, блять. So, at the age of eleven, they had finally had enough and kicked me out to fend for myself on the streets...
Hah! Jokes on them, I had a blast! The streets were always like second home to me: squatting grounds, perfect place to make fires and drink, no complaints about loudness of hardbass, nothing. Just me, and my close friends, having the best time we could. However, it did mean I could not go to school, so instead I learned from the older, more experienced gopniks about true life skills - none of these maths and sciences, but things more like living on a budget, cooking with what you have, what type of kvass is best, how to get job, you know, the important things. After living like this for about four years, I did have a moment of clarity, as if бабушка herself had come to me in a dream, telling me to aspire to something more, something that could be extremely helpful to me in getting a job that could pay not just one months rent, but two or more! End of month never come again; like a true Slav's dream.
According to dream бабушка, the place for me to go was some kind of hero school where there were others like me, people with "powers" or some shit. But I did not have powers, I had only vodka and friends, бабушка, урод. But aha you see, for I did have powers: remember the alcohol I mentioned earlier? As it turns out, my body creates a constant stream of alcohol that is absorbed into many features of Sergey, however most of the negatives were blocked out! I could lift heavy things, punch with strength of bear, and could take reactor number four point blank (okay maybe not but this for comparison, идиот). Using these newfound abilities that apparently I had always had, I searched high and low for this hero school, but to no luck... But, I did manage to make it to the country of Japan, after hitching ride from a local fisherman. Amazing how far bribery will get you. With little money and the dream, I tried everywhere, asked people for help, but they look at me like I am some sort of дебил. Eventually, I was told to seek out Musutafu, a small city outside of major metropolitan zone, and I made my way there...
But one day I woke up in front of large building with no memory of ever getting there at all. I simply smiled and brushed tracksuit, to begin a new life as a friend to not just a few people, but to a whole community, where we could party and squat like the world was to end tomorrow. Of course, I was not allowed in, due to my less-than-stellar school record, but this was soon fixed. I went to a library, studied hard for long time, and eventually, I had the skills of diplomat, ready for a new level of education.
However, due to the long time I had spent, I was past the late-joining option, урод, so I had to wait until I could join properly.
Well, that is the end my friends, I hope you enjoy the story of Sergey Brewskji Sidorovich. I hope to see you soon, and of course, never forget:
Пятки на земле, когда ты приседаешь, сука блять!
