Sergei

[Silas]

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Sergei Mieraya

Age: 20 years
Species: Weasel
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Initially scrawny and tall during dibbunhood, Sergei now appears to be taking on a bit more muscle to his frame. He doesn't have any distinguishing marks for one of his species, with cold brown eyes and scruffy brown fur. He usually wears a pair of brown trousers belted at the waist, with a white tunic. On his head he wears a crimson red headband, giving him a rather rough appearance, as did his gaze, which seemed as cold as the northern sea and as hard as mountain rock. He walks with a bold and contemptuous stride, standing tall and strong to snarl at lesser beasts.

Belongings:

Sergei carries with him what few possessions he has. The most prominent of these are his eight throwing knives, four on each of his sides attached to his belt. In a small sack he carries extra clothing, food, fire-starting materials, and a greasy old map. In his pocket he carries a smooth white pebble for reasons of his own.

Job or Position:

Novice assassin/survivalist

Personality:

Sergei is often proud and quick to anger, appearing to be a pot of water waiting to boil over. He does not believe in compassion or remorse, only in self-reliance, strength, and merciless fearsome deeds. When threatened or annoyed, his explosive rage shows itself, and when it has no cause to appear Sergei seems to sulk in his own thoughts, contemptuous of all other beasts around him, especially ones that hold themselves to 'higher standards'. However beneath the exterior of wrath lies something more peaceable. He rarely if ever shows this to anybody he knows.

History and Background Information:

Sergei grew up in the southern reaches of Mossflower with his parents attempting to settle down and live off the land. His father used to be part of a vermin gang but left before the group tore itself apart, found a mate and decided to 'take it easy' in the countryside. When Sergei was very young, his father left again for unknown reasons, leaving him to help his mother in the tasks of daily life, though more often than not the young weasel slipped away from menial chores, feeling bitter about his father's departure. Soon afterwards, at the age of ten, Sergei argued with his mother that his father was never coming back, and was dead. He ran away for several weeks, simmering in anger. That winter, while looking for suitable drinking water, his mother fell through the ice of a nearby pond and froze to death. Since then, Sergei moved on his own, stealing valuables from nearby vermin bands only to sell them back in exchange for food. It was here that he learned the simple fact of life: be tough or be dead. He proved his own toughness through countless fights, sometimes having to practice his knife-throwing skills, though he mainly stuck to using his balled-up paws to fight his way out. Of late Sergei has gained the fearful respect of a vermin band after besting their leader in a fistfight. Now the weasel travels further north, surviving as he had before, with violence, or cunning, hoping to become even stronger, as his ambition and his will to survive gains momentum...

Any other details:

While Sergei lacks the patience to assemble a vermin gang of his own, or carve out a territory or any of that, he is still seeking a purpose for his life as he is cast upon the four winds.

Code Words: -correct-

[Treble Tiderunner]

Accepted, good to see another baddie