Vasily Patchenko

[ghskilla (Nyx&VraZhix) 5]

Character Name: Vasily Patchenko
Nicknames: None
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Status: Alive and healthy.

 

Description
Height: 6"5
Weight: 190lbs
Body Type: Fair build
Eyes: Born with Heterochromia; Brown left eye, Amber right eye
Hair: Black
Skin: Pale
Markings/Tattoos: None
Health: Prime
Personality:

Vasily is an independent, cocky, sweet-talker. He is a very charming person, despite his average looks. Though he is also prone to being suspicious, he generally doesn't expect too much from the people he meets. A regular conversation with Vasily would include laughs and lies. A lot of lies.

 

As a thief, he has learned to get to know his victims before stealing from them, making him a slight people-person despite his initially quiet nature in public. If he finds an advantage in using someone, he will do so without regrets. Other peoples' lives come third to him, first is his own life, and second is his wealth.

 

Born poor, Vasily has learned a bit of humbleness can get you places when talking to others, despite all of his humility being an act to con people or to take their pity, to make sure that they would least expect him as a thief.
Inventory: Aside from the common bread and fruit, Vasily carries his weapon, a gilded cup-hilt rapier, a book of his choice, and stolen goods.
Further Details: Left-handed.

 

Life Style
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Religion: None
Alliance/Nation/Home: Home in Darkhaven, Allied with none.
Job/Class: Upper-middle class thief.
Title(s): None.
Profession(s): Thief.
Special Skill(s): A well-practiced liar, and a knack for breaking-entering. Free-running. Dueling with a rapier. Intelligent.
Flaw(s): Does not have many "true" friends. Criminal lifestyle causes trouble. Sometimes too suspicious in front of certain people. A tendency to refuse help. Weak against quick dual-weapon users.

 

Magic
Current Status: A reader on magic. No magical ability at the moment. Intrigued by Necromancy.
Arch-type: None

Sub-Type: None
Rank: Tier-0
Weakness(es): None
Strength(s): None
Current Spell(s): None

Weaponry
Fighting Style: One-handed duelist. Hit-and-run. Counter-attack.
Trained Weapon: Rapier, dagger.
Favored Weapon: Rapier
Archery: Vasily does not use archery.

 

Biography
Parents:

• Viktor Patchenko (Father, Deceased - Cause: Starvation)

Sylvia Patchenko (Mother, Deceased - Cause: Cardiac Arrest)

Siblings:

• Yakov Patchenko (Deceased - Cause: Unknown)

Dmitri Patchenko (Deceased - Cause: Murder)

Children: None
Extended Family:

• Vladimir Patchenko (Grandfather, Deceased.)

Katyenka Patchenko (Grandmother, Deceased.)

Pet(s): None

 

History

Vasily Patchenko was born in a poor family of five, always hungry, and always at the mercy of the tax collectors. At the age of five, Vasily was taken to the streets with his brothers, as his parents could not pay for their home anymore, and it was seized from them. For his whole childhood, Vasily looked to survive in the streets by becoming a cunning and devious person, looking to steal from and con innocents and even out-wit other criminals. A tough life in the streets molded the young Vasily, his greed for things he never had outgrowing his morals. He eventually left his brothers for themselves, and soon after Vasily started to make actual profit as he only paid for his own survival.

 

In his teenage years the youngest member of the Patchenko family became the richest, as he stole more and more from people around his town and sold the belongings to the underground trade. He gambled, he conned, he lied, he looted, and he fought. His daily routine of looting homes caused him to stumble upon a noble's personal armory, deep within the confines of the owner's bedroom. Up on the wall, there was a gold-trimmed steel Rapier, ready for the taking. Vasily smiled as he went back to the inn, happy with his own personal prize. He would never sell this weapon, and instead train with it every day in his small rented room. Vasily went hunting with the weapon, getting injured by a large bear at his first try, leaving a giant scar in his left hand, the hand he uses to wield the weapon. Over the course of three years Vasily had trained himself to become adept with the weapon, while looting homes, though not as much as he did before he found the weapon. Satisfied with his wealth and his skill with the weapon, the eighteen-year-old Vasily headed for the libraries.

 

Deep within the library of every major city he was in Vasily sat and read. Read tales of magics and sorcery, from Conjuration to Necromancy, to myths and legends, and then academic education such as mathematics and language. For years he studied and read to keep his intelligence up to par with others his age, until he decided he had learned enough. To this day Vasily still visits the libraries, but he does not spend too long in there, only taking out any peculiar book and keeping it in hand.

 

Vasily still loots and studies at his current age of twenty-five, but not as often as he did as a youth. However, his time in study has caused him to become informed of the powers of mages from past and present. This caused him to grow a deep desire for power, and knowing he has solved his own personal need for wealth, Vasily foolishly thought he could easily find a way to harness the power of the arcane arts, specifically, the dark art of draining life forces...

 

[After some RP]

 

Frequent visits to Malinor has shown Vasily some unnerving but intriguing facts. There are those whose payment comes from killing targets. Assassination. It sounded so simple to him, Vasily foolishly thought, but the rewards were extravagant. Dark Brotherhoods, guilds, even renegade assassins, paid for killing. Vasily jumped to conclusions and decided if they were getting money from this, he wanted in.

 

He realized he needed to make sure his defining blade, his cup-hilt rapier, was not used as a weapon, for it would be easy to single him out as his weapon is very unique to his own image. No, he needed a different weapon. He visited the blacksmiths of numerous cities, looking to find a weapon which suited himself. Town after town, daggers and iron swords, claymores, battle-axes, some even sold other rapiers, but none suited him. After some talking around town, he heard of a lonely weapon-maker who made these "unusual" and "outclassed weapons." When he visited the man's store, he could not believe his eyes. Ninjatos, Kamas, and several strange weapons surrounded him. One was even just a wooden pole. He didn't know which to choose, so he asked for a fair-sized blade which was lightweight and easily carried.

 

 

He bought two.

 

For armor, he had to had something lightweight but also concealed his face. The same blacksmith had also crafted armor, although he had stated his displeasure of crafting heavy armor such as platemails. Perfect. He just needed inspiration for the actual armor. He went to the library. Looking through the books, he sought for the tales of knights and assassins. Some went full-body armor, that was out of the question. All leather was also out of the question; he needed at least some metal to back himself up. He found his image in a book about the legend of an eastern assassin from old. A metal face-mask, with a red cloth draping around the back. Metal shoulder guards with black leather body armor. Gauntlets with black leather gloves. Leather leggings with metal shinguards and lightweight boots.

 

The blacksmith was overwhelmed. He told him to come back when he sent a bird. Months passed. A month turned to a year. A year turned into impatience, until a small crow entered through his room's window. It was ready.

 

He arrived. There it was, tailored to his size and created carefully. It resulted with a price of over 700 minas. It wasn't what Vasily would have attempted to pay, but he realized the long-term gain of profits rather than what he'd lose that day. He gave the man what he wanted, which resulted in a loss of over 75% of his savings. A part of him regretted the decision, but once he put on the armor, he felt that his sacrifice would be paid by the blood of his targets. He left the store.

 

 

((The armor looks similar to this. It was my inspiration. The helmet and cloth would look very similar, but the rest of it doesn't. He has shoulder guards but not as trimmed and sharp. No large shurikens behind him, and his armor is leather, not the shiny-sharp-trimmed OP metal plate in the art. Leggings are similar, and he wears normal leather boots with a metal shinguard. His weapon is also just the ninjato, not the razors. The armors look similar, but in game the armor isn't as extreme as it is in this art.))

 

 

He was ready for killing, he just needed to wait for someone to hire him.

 

 

Artwork

"Blood Trinket of the Thief"

 

"Vasily's Golden Cup-Hilt Rapier"