Feel free to use your own character template, so long as it includes the basic information found here.[ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ]● ɴᴀᴍᴇ ●● ʙʏɴᴀᴍᴇ ●● sᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ● [ɪssᴜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ]● ᴀɢᴇ ● ● ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● ● ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● ● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ● ● sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ● ● ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ● ● ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ● ● ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ● ● ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ● ● ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ● ○ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ ○ ○ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ ○ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ ○ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ○○ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ ○ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ ○ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ○● ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇʟ ● ● ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ●● ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ● [ʟɪsᴛ sɪx ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs]● ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ● ● ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ● ● ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ● ● ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ●● ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴏɴs ●
● ɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Adalric Klaus Schneider● ʙʏɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Sovereign● sᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ●● ᴀɢᴇ ● 24● ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● 5/1/1990● ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● Seattle, Washington● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ● Masculine● sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ● Pansexual● ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ● Single● ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ● Forensic Scientist● ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ● Seattle Police Department● ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ●● ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ● Lucas Till○ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ ○ Pale○ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Blonde○ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Blue○ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ○ Athletic | Swimmer's Body○ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 5' 10"○ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 135 lbs○ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ○ A Negative● ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇʟ ●[x][x][x][x][x][x]● ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ●Hypercognition↳ The user can instinctively or with little effort perform complex mental operations beyond the capability of a normal human mind. Sub-power of Enhanced Intelligence.Power Mimicry↳Users with this power are able to mimic and copy the abilities of others around oneself. User can even stack several powers together, which may lead to Power Mixture. When mimicking powers, this allows Adalric to use this power when his Adaptation calls for it. Adalric can copy powers and add it to a 'data base' of sorts, but can only use it when needed.Superior Adaptation↳Users can quickly adapt to any situation, automatically gaining the necessary attributes to face them. In a fight, they may adapt themselves to resist abilities, replicate and enhance them to surpass their opponents, or spontaneously develop specific countermeasures. They can also analyze and understand any object, person or situation, quickly deducing the best course of action.● ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ●AdaptableCharismaticScrupulousSarcasticFawningHaughtyFlamboyantSpontaneous● ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ● While he is charismatic and charming, he is very immature and prideful. Often showing off or sassing those who dare question his great intellect, he is a spunky force to be reckoned with. He is spontaneous and puppy-like, full of energy, and can act like a child at times, brooding in the corner of the room with his lip pouting and his arms crossed.● ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ● Born to Randolph "Ralph" Cornelius and delinde Freya Schneider in the spring of 1990, he was always different from the other kids. He learned faster, matured faster and always knew what to do in any given situation. His preternatural abilities were 'weak,' unable to mimic powers at a young age, he was unable to unlock his adaption ability's full potential.He was impossibly well rounded in school, from making a van Gogh that was nearly identical in sixth grade to understanding complex mathematics in eighth, he was the star student in his high school in Seattle. His father pushed him to enter competitions and show off, but his mother knew of his abilities, even before Adalric himself knew what they were, and told him to not be so open about his 'gifts.'Of course, he was at the top of his class in high school and headed off to Harvard for college. He majored in forensic science and went on to work of the police. He is currently seeking out others like him, other P.G.P. He tries to keeps his abilities a secret, and when he can, he uses them to help the police as a form of vigilante.● ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ● Surprisingly enough, he is semi-religious and highly superstitious. He also enjoys reading up on the occult and loves dark fantasy literature and horror movies/games. He is easily distracted and has a rather short attention span. He has a blog, which is as random as he is. Worst of all, he is highly suggestive and flirts continuously with whatever catches his eye - somehow he is unable to tell when he is not wanted.● ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ●Mother | Adelinde Freya Schneider nee Korbinian | 51Father | Randolph "Ralph" Cornelius Schneider | 43● ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴏɴs ●He collects stuffed animals. He has his family ring on his left ring finger.
•●• ɴɪᴋᴏʟᴀɪ ᴋᴜᴢɴᴇᴛsᴏᴠ •●• “ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴜs ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴜs sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇʀ.” — ғʀɪᴇᴅʀɪᴄʜ ɴɪᴇᴛᴢsᴄʜᴇ
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● ɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Nikolai Kuznetsov (Николай Кузнецов)● ʙʏɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Kolya (Коля)● sᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ● NK-K-411587-06UI9● ᴀɢᴇ ● 29● ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● January 29th, 1985● ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● Saint Petersburg, Russia● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ● Male● sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ● Asexual● ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ● Single● ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ● S.O.U. Operative● ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ● V.O.L.K.E. Corporation (currently) •●• ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ •●•
● ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ● Jim Sturgess(view spoiler)[○ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ ○ Fair○ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Brown○ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Brown○ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ○ Lean○ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 1. 88 m or 6'1" ○ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 77. 1 kg or 170 lbs○ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ○ O+ (hide spoiler)] •●• ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ •●••●• ᴜɴʀᴇsᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ● ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ● ᴄᴏᴀʀsᴇ ● ᴄʏɴɪᴄᴀʟ ● ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴛ ● sᴀʀᴄᴀsᴛɪᴄ ● sᴏʟɪᴛᴀʀʏ •●•● ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ● If ever there were a person to wholly define the word “boorish,” Nikolai would be he. As ill-mannered as they come, there's hardly a day gone by where he's been anything but rude and vulgar, his crass temperament has been known to try even the most patient of individuals. As prickly as a cactus, he's as harsh in jest as he is in anger. You'd be hard-pressed to find a bigger ruffian than him, and he's damn well proud of that fact. Having bludgeoned his way to a rightly deserved reputation of brutishness, it is a well known fact that Nikolai is an individual of unrestrained violence. Rough and tough doesn't even begin to explain this aspect of his personality. He'll gladly break the nose of anyone who gets in his way, and takes to the more...savage aspects of his employment with a glee to worry any psychologist. Nikolai simply does not care for petty morals, and is only brought into check by the harsh regulations set out for him by his employers. A cynic at heart, Nikolai believes the world to be driven by self-interest, and trusts a spare few as a result. He has little care for the bland platitudes judged proper by society, and is as likely to spit in your face as he is to greet you. A sarcastic individual at heart, he's earned more than his fair share of bruises for ill-timed, scathing remarks. As solitary as he is foul, there are few people who count Nikolai as a friend. For him, this is a preferred state. Give him contacts and contracts, leave the soppy crap at the door. He has never made it a habit to seek out relationships with other people, and avoids forming emotional bonds towards others at all cost. Those rare individuals he does care about, however, he jealousy guards. Whether for pride's sake or for a deeper reason, he'll protect those he considers “his.” While you'd hardly be able to tell by his often boorish manners, Nikolai possesses a quiet form of intelligence. It is something many people have realized with no short measure of surprise. While you'll hardly get a deep, meaningful conversation from him, he could explain to you in four different languages the exact way to severe a man's spine. He has an admitted fondness of poetry and philosophy, and can often be found puzzling his way through a book on one of these subjects. Nikolai is naturally dismissive of most people, finding the general populace to be dull, dim-witted individuals. He much prefers a good fight over a droll conversation, and if you're going to win his respect, you're going to have to knock a tooth out. Violence is his song, and you'll have to learn to sing it well if you're going to get anywhere with him. Having a damn good backbone and a steady supply of sweets also help. In short, Nikolai is a temperamental bear of a man. He's oafish at best, and as crude as they come, but it would be a mistake to dismiss him as a simpleton. He is intelligent in his own way, and is fierce protector of those he cares for. •●• ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ •●•
The eldest son of an orthodox family, Nikolai was raised in the industrial city of Saint Petersburg, where his father worked in a local factory. His mother made a modest living as a washerwoman, and while they were not the wealthiest of families, he and his sister were always washed and fed. They were a close-nit family, and it was not a strange thing for an uncle or an aunt to take up residence in their small, two bedroom apartment. So many relations passed the threshold of their tiny apartment that Nikolai learned early on to give up on all of their names. With a near constant flow of people pouring in and out of its walls, the apartment was almost always aglow with the hustle and bustle of life. Even in the wee hours, one could find a burly uncle puffing on a cigar, or a near toothless grandpa nursing a bottle of vodka. One could hardly sleep with all the noise they made, and oftentimes it was nearly impossible to find even a place to sleep. Oftentimes, Nikolai would simply curl up beneath a table or behind a sofa with a blanket. It came to be quite the habit, one his family thoroughly grumbled about as they tripped over his ever-lengthening limbs. Never taking to his schooling, Nikolai would miss it at any given opportunity. He would usually be out the door and screaming down the streets before his mother could even think about wrangling him into his uniform. This was the focal point of many of the arguments between him and his parents, but as he grew older, he found he cared less and less of what they thought. By his sixteenth year, he stopped going altogether, choosing instead to sink into the familiarity of the streets. He quickly earned a name and reputation for himself. Respected by several criminal organizations, it was all too easy for Nikolai to adjust himself to the ruthlessness they demanded. His parents wouldn't stand for it, though, and told him he could either clean up his act or get out. He chose to leave. It was not an easy choice for him, but he was never one to reverse a decision, even one made in haste. Being nothing more than a cocksure kid, Nikolai easily earned the hatred of more than a few individuals. He maintained that he had nothing to fear, that he could handle himself, but even he didn't have eyes on the back of his head. Late one night, not long after his eighteenth year, he was returning from a bar when a group of men hopped him. They placed three rounds in his chest and two in his gut. When he arrived at the hospital, he was pronounced dead. His heart had not completely stopped, however. Six hours later, he woke up, scaring the devil out of an elderly orderly. Confused and more than a great deal scared, he found himself in V.O.L.K.E. custody not even an hour later. What exactly happened over the next six months is still fuzzy for him, but they would later explain they performed various tests to gauge the level and extent of his capabilities. Turned back onto the streets, Nikolai found no welcome in the arms of his old friends. With no formal education, a lengthy criminal record, and his identity as a P.G.P. a public affair, Nikolai could find no employment. It wasn't long before he found himself living on the streets of the Moscow Ghetto. He worked for pennies where he could, often for deplorable individuals who wanted nothing more than a cheap hitman. It wasn't long before V.O.L.K.E. Came knocking again. Intrigued by his abilities, and the possibilities they offered their medical branch, they offered him a position in their paramilitary force. With little choice, he took them up on their offer. It was much to his own surprise that he flourished beneath their tutelage, honing his natural viciousness to a fine edge. He quickly became a skilled operative, hunting down rogue subhumans with a cruel joy. Nikolai has been employed by V.O.L.K.E. for over eight years. While he is officially employed by the European branch, he is often sent to North America on assignment. He doesn't mind, it gives him a fair chance at the Arena, and all the pleasures it offers. He has an on-going grudge with a fighter there, and leaps at any opportunity to return there. •●• ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ •●• ● ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ● Regenerative Healing Factor (RHF) (Expert Level).Nikolai's abilities are hardly instantaneous. Minor wounds and fractures often take minutes to heal over completely, while a complete break of a bone or internal injury could take hours, if not days to entirely fade. While he can re-attach lost limbs, they're incapable of mending unless carefully stitched back together. Oftentimes, it takes weeks for him to regain full capability of a severed limb. If he loses an appendage or organ, Nikolai is incapable of regrowing them again. It has been theorized that Nikolai's healing factor may have given him a measure of longevity, though nothing has been proven. He is currently experiencing difficulties with his abilities.● ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ●Galina Kuznetsova (Галина Кузнецо́ва) is the only living member of Nikolai's immediate family. Born in 1989, she is his dearest younger sister, and one of the few people truly capable of putting him in his place. In 2012, she was diagnosed with cancer. (hide spoiler)]
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