Kristov

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• Vital Stats

  • Name: Kristov
  • Gender: Male
  • Nicknames: Kris, Son, Russki
  • Race: Primarily Human
  • Age: Unknown
  • Body Type: Athletic
  • Height: 6'2" (Human)
  • Weight: 205 lbs
  • Complexion: Pale, olive
  • Hair: Black roots, blonde, white tips
  • Eyes: Left: Lavender. Right: Electric blue
  • Handedness: Ambidexterous
  • Scars: Many
  • Relationship Status: Not interested in one right now.
  • Personality: Unstable
  • Mannerisms: Tends to have trouble letting go of things.
  • Likes: Working out, keeping busy, his mom, his dog.
  • Dislikes: People who want to control him. Or hurt his dog. Or his mom.

• Playstyles Chart

  Always	Sometimes	Maybe	Never

• Current Stats

  Strength

  Fatigue

  Days away from family

• Description

  Tall man was graced with handsome and inviting features. Smooth skin seemed to make the man seem unreal- like a marble statue carved by the hands of a great artist. His nose was straight, his jawline too. His teeth were white and strong, gleaming with the smile he seemed to always be wearing. Blonde hair was only colored so upon his head- his eyebrows and other body hair remained much darker in color.
  
  Upon closer inspection, the man was indeed flawed. Something in the way he carried himself- confident, happy, friendly and strong- seemed too perfect. Indeed like the scars that mar his perfect body, his mind was streaked and damaged. It showed in his smile when his eyes betrayed his distrust, his loathing, for most anyone who seemed to threaten his dominance.
  
  Not an ounce of fat on his body, healthy and trim muscle was clearly visible under his skin. Scars were found over his right eye, which was replaced by an electric blue glass eye. They were also found on his hands and forearms from various lines of work, and one notable bullet entrance wound has scarred, ripped, and scarred again on his mid back near the spine.
  
  Tattoos of bold, sharp stripes decorated the back of his rib cage- three lined on each side with his ribs, which branched out from a pair of vertical, blade like stripes that reached his shoulders.
  
  He usually dressed in clothes of a common worker, a humble yet proud man. His style always changes to fit an occasion, but on an average day he can be found wearing a long, military coat, and pants almost always bloused over a good pair of boots.
  
  He wears gloves each day without fail.

• Biography

  Working on it.