About Ismail 'Bogatir' AslanovStats, Info and Attributes:
== Info == Street Name: Bogatir Name: Ismail Aslanov Movement: 10/25, Swim: 5 Karma: 0 Street Cred: 0 Notoriety: 1 Public Awareness: 0 Ork Male Age 46 Height 6'3" Weight 320 Composure: 7 Judge Intentions: 6 Lift/Carry: 13 (90 kg/60 kg) Memory: 5 Nuyen: 285 == Attributes ==
== Derived Attributes ==
Skills and Contacts:
== Active Skills == Animal Handling : 0 Pool: 1 Animal Training : 0 Pool: 1 Archery : 0 Pool: 5 Armorer : 0 Pool: 1 Artisan : 0 Pool: 1 Automatics : 1 Pool: 7 Blades : 0 Pool: 5 Climbing : 1 Pool: 7 Clubs : 0 Pool: 5 Computer : 0 Pool: 1 Con : 0 Pool: 3 Cybercombat : 0 Pool: 1 Data Search : 0 Pool: 1 Demolitions : 0 Pool: 1 Disguise : 0 Pool: 1 Diving : 0 Pool: 6 Dodge : 1 Pool: 10 Escape Artist : 1 Pool: 7 Etiquette : 2 Pool: 6 First Aid : 0 Pool: 1 Flight : 0 Pool: 5 Forgery : 0 Pool: 5 Gunnery : 0 Pool: 5 Gymnastics : 0 Pool: 5 Hacking : 0 Pool: 1 Heavy Weapons : 7 [Machine Guns] Pool: 13 (15) Infiltration : 0 Pool: 5 Instruction : 0 Pool: 3 Intimidation : 1 Pool: 5 Leadership : 0 Pool: 3 Locksmith : 3 Pool: 9 Longarms : 0 Pool: 5 Navigation : 0 Pool: 1 Negotiation : 3 [Diplomacy] Pool: 7 (9) Palming : 0 Pool: 5 Parachuting : 0 Pool: 6 Perception : 0 Pool: 1 Pilot Ground Craft : 3 [Car] Pool: 12 (14) Pilot Watercraft : 0 Pool: 8 Pistols : 2 Pool: 8 Riding : 0 Pool: 8 Running : 1 Pool: 7 Shadowing : 0 Pool: 1 Survival : 0 Pool: 2 Swimming : 0 Pool: 5 Throwing Weapons : 0 Pool: 5 Tracking : 0 Pool: 1 Unarmed Combat : 4 [Cyber-Implants] Pool: 10 (12) == Knowledge Skills ==
== Contacts ==
Qualities and Lifestyles:
== Qualities == Aptitude (Heavy Weapons) Big Regret Biocompatability (Cyberware) Borrowed Time Implant-Induced Immune Deficiency Low-Light Vision Restricted Gear (Rating 1) SINner (Standard) (Ismail Aslanov) == Lifestyles ==
Gear:
== Cyberware/Bioware == Datajack Move-by-Wire System Rating 2 Obvious Full Arm (BOD 9, AGI 9, STR 9) (Left) +Customized Agility Rating 4 +Customized Strength Rating 6 +Customized Body Rating 6 +Enhanced Agility Rating 5 +Enhanced Strength Rating 3 +Enhanced Body Rating 3 +Cyberarm Gyromount Obvious Full Arm (BOD 9, AGI 9, STR 9) (Right) +Customized Agility Rating 4 +Customized Strength Rating 6 +Customized Body Rating 6 +Enhanced Agility Rating 5 +Enhanced Strength Rating 3 +Enhanced Body Rating 3 +Cyberarm Gyromount Obvious Torso (BOD 8, AGI 8, STR 7) +Customized Strength Rating 5 +Customized Body Rating 5 +Enhanced Agility Rating 5 +Enhanced Body Rating 3 +Enhanced Strength Rating 2 == Armor ==
== Weapons ==
== Gear ==
Backstory:
The ork sighed as he sat down, picking up an ancient, beaten up computer. Lauching the laser keyboard, he reached to start tapping on the desk, as a sudden jolt in his right arm sent a ceramic mug flying away, shattering on the wall. Sighing once more, he turned back at the keyboard, and started tapping. ---------Early Life--------- Born in the early 21st century in Almaty, Kazakhstan, Ismail Ulyanovich Aslanov's family moved to Vladivostok in 2035, when the city was reopened. Joining the Red Army at the age of 17, the young ork showed an affinity for gunnery and heavy weapons, earning the rank of Sergeant for 'extraordinary bravery and heroism in the face of the Enemies of the State', and confirming a kill on then-number 7 on the Terrorist watch list, Vasilisa Nemaya. He stopped, erased the text, stood up, nearly hitting the ceiling in the cramped room, and leaned down, picking up the pieces with a blank stare. ----------------------------------------------- The cold darkness in Yakut. The unnatural, out-of-this world howling wind. The squad. The attack on the truck. How Nemtsov was mauled by the biggest polar bear Ismail had seen, with metahuman menace in its glare. How Baba Yaga was getting covered in hoarfrost in seconds. The jump, and how he heard his leg crunch. How the Inuit witch hid behind the bear, and how the bear charged. How he started shooting, shooting until the bear had fallen down bleeding, until it was dead, until it was mauled beyond recognition, and he still kept shooting. How he limped around the bear's carcass, to see the bloodied body hold a tuft of white fur, the horror on her face. How he kept shooting. ----------------------------------------------- He poured himself a cup of tea, and reached into the drawer, drawing a pillbox. Swallowing one and washing it down with tea, he continued writing. ---------Move to UCAS---------
Following the discharge, and with no visible signs of decay as of yet, unable to live off on a Russian pensioner's income, Ismail relocated to the UCAS, unsuccessfully attempting to find a job in security.
He sighed, and deleted the text. The front door of the apartment building rang open, and Ismail leapt up to greet the newcomer. A friendly face, attached to a young human smiled, as he moved over to open the door. "Hey, you!", she greeted. "You look blue. You working on your autobiography?", she chirped with a chuckle. "How many times have you re-started writing it today?" Ismail shrugged, the alloy arms moving silently. "Six, maybe. Or seven. Keeping track is discouraging.", he replied flatly, his thick accent showing through. "Hm. I think I've read somewhere,", she said, reaching into her bags and putting a beer on the security guard's desk, "That you can't really write a story unless you know how it ends. And I'd also like to point out, I don't like sad stories, and I promised to read yours!", she replied, pressing the elevator button twice, then wincing when it didn't respond. Turning around, she opened her mouth, as Ismail's commlink started beeping. "Huh. Guess you should take that! Could be family. I got 13 stories to go up, so wish me luck!", she said, and started running up the stairs. Squeezing back into the room, Ismail crashed down on the chair, then pushed the speaker button of the commlink. A voice from the past spoke from within.
Going Straight:
"So... you're telling me you want to work... as a building maintenance? Do you...", understand the meaning of the words? the dwarf considered his next words carefully. "You're aware of the job's requirements and understand what it entails, correct, Mr... uh... Aslahnov?" -------------------------------------------------
It was not Ms. Imahara. As he glared at the newcomer from the feet up, his eyes couldn't help but notice the combat boots, the armour, the most extensive cybernetics he'd ever seen, paired with a gun the size of a dwarven bike, finishing with the face of an old ork with a somewhat nervous look on his face. Jameson kept surprising self-control, and with an only severely shaky voice, he greeted, "Uh... com... come on in?", gesturing towards an empty chair. ------------------------------------------------- Ismail shuffled a bit on the tiny chair, trying his best not to lean over the dwarf. "It's taking care of building and inhabitants, yes? Clean, check people on door, collect money for, eh... communal renovation. Job offer said, it's quiet neighbourhood, but I also take care of security.", he added cautiously. Blyat, I've not applied for job in over 15 years, and never a legal one in the UCAS. The door to the kitchen opened, a girl carrying a tray, three cups of coffee and a tray of pastries, appearing with a warm smile. Ismail turned around to look, before the chair warned him with a screech. "You may also be called to fix furniture, Mr. Aslanov!", she chuckled at the ork, who replied with a nervous laughter, picking up a cookie in his oversized, metallic hand. "I did not bring document, Mr. Reese, but I've been in the Army. I know how to clean, and keep security. I could also learn... what's the word... carpentry, yes?", he turned a smile to the girl, who chuckled in response. "Uh... That's great to hear, Mr. Aslanov.", replied the dwarf, going for the last bullet in his polite decline weapon. "And... do you have a SIN number? It's a contract job." [/i]Please, say no...[/i] "Yes."Thank God I didn't erase that like they were dogging me to do., Ismail though, taking the cup in two fingers and taking a sip. "It's good coffee.", he commented awkwardly, putting the kitty-faced mug back on the table with extreme care. "Uh... Mr. Aslanov.", the dwarf asked, fixing his tie. "That's... uh... great." He took solace into a cookie, before quietly surrendering deep inside. His professional pride, however, kicked in. "Mr. Aslanov, I have one more question. I'm a psychologist, and it's frankly out of personal curiousity, so I do hope you'll forgive my bluntness." He swallowed. "Why... do you want to work as a... building maintenance? I'm sure that you have... significantly broader...", he gulped again, staring at the machinegun casually leaning on the wall. "skillset?" Ismail's faced turned somber for a moment. "It is honest work, I've heard. And I have twice monthly appointment in Our Lady of Grace Hospital, and it's close. I've also heard, this is quiet neighbourhood, with good people. Would like to see that for myself.", he shared sincerely. Up to three years, four if I hospitalise for the last one. Jameson was many things, but imperceptive wasn't one of them. Connecting the dots quickly, he cleared his throat, nodding. "I see. Well, I think that'll be all. Thank you for your interest, and I'll notify you within a week of the results.", he said, standing up to reach Ismail's belt and extended a hand upwards. "I wish you a lovely day, Mr. Aslanov. And... don't forget your... self-defense tool.", he said with the grin of a man who's had his quiet, everyday world shaken for quite some time to come, yet he is convinced to captain it by his wishes nevertheless. ---------------------------------------------- "Hi dad! I'm home! Sorry I'm late, we had an injured Bandit growling all over the place, and nobody else wanted to approach the poor thing.", Rachel shouted from the door as she walked in, waving at her father skimming through the newspaper on the couch. "C'mon! Tell me you hired him!" Taking off his reading glasses with a sigh, the dwarf put down the video screen. "I haven't, yet, but think I may have to. Henry came in after you left, told me he's quitting the doorman job. Too stressful, especially after today."
|
|
