Gennadi

Overview

Name: Gennadi Samiilo Pintussevich
Elite Identity:
Player: Arc
Allegiance: Elite
Concept: Former Ukranian Street Thug
Demeanor: Cynic
Nature: Martyr

History:

Gennadi Pintussevich was born to a working class Ukranian family that immigrated from the Old World when he was eight. Unable to find steady work, or good work, his family never managed to rise out of lower class slums. Having only a questionable high-school level education, Gennadi realized at sixteen that he was doomed to follow in his father's footsteps, which traced a long and hard road to nowhere. Desperate for a way out, Gennadi found his way into the graces of a local smuggling operation as an errand boy. But as the years went on and he advanced to the rank of street thug, he came to realize that he had sold his dignity and his pride all too cheaply to the local underboss.

After fifteen years of that life, Gennadi had come to think of himself as a rag that his most benevolent patron would use to wipe his boots after treading through the putrid bile that ebbed in the grimiest and lowest part of modern society. That was his future- doing all the things that even a lowlife found a little too distasteful. And maybe if things had gone well, he may have realized a long career as a petty criminal. But something went wrong one stuffy August night, when a truckload of who-cares-what just up and disappeared into the evening air. Somebody had screwed up, it'd happened before. That night the boss hadn't been around to crack the whip and some idiot relative of his was running the show instead. Hours of hotheaded accusations later, the truth eventually escaped that it had been a set-up and the goods were [i]gone[/i], not just circling blocks in the wrong neighborhood. The money involved meant that it would be someone's head on a pike. Naturally the architect of that little conspiracy had found a convenient scapegoat, a much embittered low-rung nobody who'd been working that night.

It was only a stroke of luck Gennadi found out they'd turned on him and escaped before they came down to put a bullet in him, although in the eyes of everyone that mattered it'd only sealed his guilt. At that point escape hardly mattered though, they knew where he lived. They knew who his friends were and there was no getting out of town with no money. There were no options. Gennadi solemly concluded that at best could hide for a few days, maybe a week and wind up dead in a ditch somewhere after they found him. Confronted with the thought of that as his legacy, the realization that he was so worthless even after all the indignities of his criminal life...something in Gennadi Pintussevich snapped.

They never dreamed he'd come back, so nobody was watching when a dead man walking turned up outside a delapidated warehouse in the port district, armed with a pistol and most of two bottles of cheap liquor, flaming rags stuffed into their uncorked ends. He charged in expecting to last long enough to lob his Molotovs and consume that whole wretched mess in fire before they gunned him down. And in the midst of twenty men, that's exactly what he did. Gunfire erupted briefly and a couple deservingly even went down before the firestorm erupted. As flames spread rapidly and began licking through broken windows, shouts and calls echoed through the night as men scrambled to escape the arson before the police inevitably appeared to ask questions.

Lo and behold after the deed was done though, the impossible happened. As onlookers gathered in the streets and sirens rose up over the din, a man staggered out of that inferno having been shot enough to kill him three times over. In the confusion none saw him go, but somehow Gennadi Pintussevich survived his suicide mission.

It was only later that he learned why.

Appearance:

Gennadi looks the part of a thug of thirty-something years. His face is marred by a few signs of a rough life and his imperfect smile is interrupted by a few spots where a tooth was knocked out and a fake cheaply put back in its place. He always seems always in want of a shave, although he has a goatee that is carefully maintained, along with his short head of hair. His clothes are nothing particularly special, usually a pair of faded jeans with a t-shirt and a battered leather jacket.

Personality:

Gennadi's outlook has much improved with the recent turns and he feels a great deal of shame for his former life. For a man who'd already condemed himself to die once, he displays a fair degree of apathy for his own well-being and is often reckless. He cares little for the society that doomed his family to living off scraps and tends to resent authority figures, but he has decided that he was given a second chance for a reason and feels a need to make something of his life.

Quantum: 4
Quantum Pool: 28

Taint: 1
Willpower: 7
Eruption: Set out on suicide mission. Survived.

Attributes/Abilities

Physical

Strength: 5 (Heavy Hitter)

Mega-Strength: 2
Enhancement: Crush

Brawl: 5
Specialty: Punching!
Might: 0

Dexterity: 5 (Aim)

Athletics: 3
Drive: 1
Firearms: 3
Legerdemain: 0
Martial Arts: 5
Melee: 0
Pilot: 0
Stealth: 0

Stamina: 5 (Bruce Willis)

Mega-Stamina: 1
Enhancement: Die Hard

Endurance: 5
Resistance: 5

Mental

Perception: 5 (Occult)

Awareness: 5
Investigation: 0

Intelligence: 2

Academics: 0
Bureaucracy: 0
Computer: 0
Engineering: 0
Intrusion: 0
Linguistics: 1 (Russian/Cyrillic)
Medicine: 0
Science: 0
Survivial: 0

Wits: 4

Arts: 0
Biz: 0
Rapport: 0

Social

Appearance: 1

Intimidation: 0
Style: 0

Manipulation: 2

Streetwise: 2
Subterfuge: 0

Charisma: 3

Command: 0
Etiquette: 0
Perform: 0

Backgrounds

Allies: 0
Attunement: 1
Backing: 0
Cipher: 2
Contacts: 2
Dormancy: 0
Eufiber: 0
Followers: 0
Influence: 0
Mentor: 0
Node: 2
Resources: 0

Powers

Pretercognition: 1
Bodymorph: Man of STEEL: 3 (Density Increase 2, Armour 1)
Claws (Or Other Sorts of Stabby and Hurty Things): 1
Extra: Armour-Piercing
Shapeshift: 2

Merits and Flaws

Iron Will (6): Get Out Of My Head!
Eufiber Rejection (-2): It's...alive? Seriously? Ewwww.
Enemy (-2): An angry crime boss would be pleased to see Gennadi face-down in a ditch.
Weak Sense (-1): Hearing

Soak: 6B/3L (Normal

Bruised (-0) x 1
Hurt (-1) x 1
Injured (-1) x 1
Wounded (-2) x 1
Maimed (-3) x 1
Crippled (-4) x 1
Incapacitated x 1
Dead

XP: 0