Yaro Andreev

[Yaro Andreev]

:: T H I S i s M E ::

YAROSLAV JACKSON ANDREEV,



"Better watch your back boy, keep runnin..."

`THEY SAY THAT A HERO CAN SAVE US !

NAME, Yaroslav Jackson Andreev
AGE, 25
DATE OF BIRTH, October, 23
GENDER, male
SEXUALITY, No ones quite sure
SPECIES, super
SPECIAL ABILITY, Energy blasts, Ability to expel various forms of energy from the body. In Yaro's case these energy blasts generate from his hands. He can mostly control the amount of power he wants to use which could be used simply to knock a person down or to cause an object to explode. Sometimes the control part is a little off and he makes mistakes.

`I'M NOT GONNA STAND HERE AND WAIT !

EYES, blue
HAIR, dirty blond/brown, cut into an almost Mohawk style but generally kept greasy and just hanging how ever
WEIGHT, 170lbs
HEIGHT, 6'
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES/FLAWS, various scars from cuts and scrapes all over.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS, a swirl tattoo on his right shoulder and some German writing on his write for arm. A head shot of Jesus on the inside of his left forearm. Also the Skull Crackers gang sign at the top of his spine on the back of his neck.

`A WORLD FULL OF KILLING !

LIKES, destruction, chaos, pain, knives (preferably of the large variety)
DISLIKES, order, rules, and not getting his way
FEARS, scared of having order restored
WANTS, to make people suffer, for no good reason.
STRENGTHS, causing chaos, scaring people, inflicting some pain, hand to hand combat and sword play
WEAKNESSES, horrible at being stealthy, and making good first impressions on others. Mood swings.
HABITS/QUIRKS, snacks a lot, at many points you'll see him snaking on some kind of junk food salvaged from various stores.
SECRETS, likes bunnies.
OVER ALL PERSONALITY, Yaro is very unpredictable. He can be completely calm one minute and then suddenly chuck a knife or send a good energy blast towards someone for no reason the next minute. Though it might not seem like it to some people Yaro still has a bit of a heart and can be sort of loving if he tries hard enough. But most of the time he just gets a kick out of sheer destruction and inflicting pain.

`BLOOD SPILLING !

OVER ALL HISTORY,
Yaro had been a trouble child his whole life. He was the youngest of 3, with two older sisters. After early years of constant behavior correction schools Yaro first discovered he had a special ability at the age of 17. This discovery of his ability sent his behavior off the walls. At first his control over it was horrible but a little practice helped out a lot. He ended up running away from his perfect home because of his dislike of being bombarded with so many rules. He made his way to what, he heard through various sources, was a good place for starting fresh. Though for him starting fresh just meant a whole lot of people who he was soon going to make remember him.
Turns out, it wasn't such a great place for others. As this Virus hit he saw people occasionally keel over from it right in the public. Once the quarantine was set, he didn't care at first, figuring it would be lifted soon enough. But as it stuck he became irritated and found multiple gangs start forming. He at first avoided them, preferring to run solo. Most of the smaller gangs were destroyed over time from turf wars over pieces of the city center. The center became the place of chaos, Yaro loved it. He eventually gave in and joined the Skull Crackers and has wreaked havoc through the streets ever since.

`THAT WORLD NEVER CAME !

YOUR NAME/ALIAS, pokey
YOUR AGE, 18
HOW YOU FOUND US, my site!
FACE CLAIM, Chris Pine
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE, (same sample as Victor Nash's)

Terence was on his way to Terra jamming to a few human tunes over the Network connection on the ship. Leaning back in the pilot's chair with a small chunk of raw meat hanging out of his mouth. He nodded his head to the music and occasionally air guitared along to it as well. He had a shipment of meat in the ships freezer to deliver to a specific restaurant on Terra. He only ate a bit of it...

As he arrived and unloaded the shipment still humming along to the last song that had played. Getting his payment he flew his ship to one of the the main ports before leaving Terra. He wanted to relax again but forced himself to take out some of the garbage that had piled up in the Captain's quarters.

There was more garbage than he thought. Terence had shoved two big bags full of all the trash he had sitting around his ship and was taking them to one of the large dumpsters at the port. He had a toothpick sticking out of his mouth as he had the two large bags over his shoulders and made his way down the ramp of his ship.

The dumpsters weren't hard to miss, they had to be big to constantly take all the trash that came off the ships that stopped there. He swung them almost effortlessly up and into the huge steel bins. He dusted his pants off and ran a hand through his short dirty blond hair. He was glad he finally forced himself to clean, it was great to be able to actually walk through the cockpit with out stepping on things. And it smelled better to have a clean ship, he used some sort of air freshener that he found on Antheia he surprisingly didn't despise. A nice new fresh start, in case someone decided to tag along they weren't bombarded with the smell of garbage.

Making sure he had his guns on him, he closed up the ship, flicked the toothpick into the garbage bin and headed off to look around a bit before leaving. After all he needed to stretch his legs a bit and wander before being stuck in the ship for who knows how long. He just wasn't sure how long he wanted to stick around in the stale air of Terra. The whole planet smelt like fuel.