Difference between revisions of "Oleg Selivanov"
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== Russians == | == Russians == | ||
* -- Vlad Lagounov -- Bratva Lieutenant | * -- Vlad Lagounov -- Bratva Lieutenant | ||
| − | * -- Radoslav Pajari -- Bratva Lieutenant ( | + | * -- Radoslav Pajari -- Bratva Lieutenant (hostage of Flat Bush Dominions) |
* -- Kolya Ivanov -- Bratva street soldier | * -- Kolya Ivanov -- Bratva street soldier | ||
* -- Rada Krupin -- hooker | * -- Rada Krupin -- hooker | ||
Revision as of 23:49, 13 September 2015
Sobriquet:
Appearance: Selivanov is rail-thin in a cadaverous way, his eyes bulging from his sockets in an expression of perpetual comic surprise. Completely bald, he always wears formal clothes that date back half a century. Selivanov's fingers are long and thin, and he compulsively rubs them together out of sheer anxiety.
Behavior: Dour and pessimistic, you trust nobody and no one. Blood Bond anyone you can; there's feeding aplenty in this wonderfully violent city. Avoid light and stay in the shadows - let your enemies come to you, if they dare. Control is vital to you, and you hate going out simply because in doing so you relinquish absolute control over your environment.
History: They say that deep in the heart of the Kremlin, there is a wall that has a steel plate sealed into it. Supposedly, behind that plate rests Iosif Stalin. This rumor is incorrect; behind that steel plate rests Oleg Selivanov's sire, piano wire wrapped around his wide-open eyes and a stake through his heart. This was Selivanov's thank-you present to the man who, when begged for sanctuary during the purge of the Trotskyites, offered instead the Creation Rites in the frozen Moscow earth. This was Selivanov's revenge.
After his Creation Rites, Oleg didn't stay in the Soviet Union. He fled immediately to America, to New York, where so many of his countrymen had fled. The pack with whom he traveled in steerage was still tainted with some human notions of idealism, and it tried to mix these notions with its duties as a War Party. The experiment failed, and Oleg retreated to Brighton Beach when it became clear that his packmates' nights were numbered. Since the late '30s he has become increasingly reclusive, venturing out only for pressing matters: the chance to travel home and destroy his sire, the necessity to destroy some Camarilla upstart intruding on his territory, the chance to start weaving the new Russian mobs together under his control.
Recent Events:
- -- <<Oleg Selivanov's Statistics>>
Russians
- -- Vlad Lagounov -- Bratva Lieutenant
- -- Radoslav Pajari -- Bratva Lieutenant (hostage of Flat Bush Dominions)
- -- Kolya Ivanov -- Bratva street soldier
- -- Rada Krupin -- hooker
