Name: Andrei Pasternak Race: Slavic mixed with pre-war White American Age: 45 Height: 6' 2" Weight: 185 Appearance: Short, straight black hair, beginning to turn gray. Complete heterochromia, left eye is brown, right eye is green. He's an old man, but still strong enough to give out a beating to those that deserve it. His facial features are typical for a Slavic background mixed with generations of other ancestry. Slightly wide head structure, and a straight face to rival that of Colonel Autumn himself. Equipment: Worn Combat Armor sporting an Enclave logo on the left breast. Enclave holotags. Enclave identification card. The holotags contain the following information: Andrei Pasternak, Enclave, Service ID: 13-7440-89, DOB: 10-25-2240, Blood Type O- Weapons: Worn Browning P35, four full magazines. Combat Knife. Specializations: Hand-to-Hand combat, explosive ordinance, robotics, hand-loading. Other: Extensive service with Enclave special forces. Negative Attributes: Bad at bartering and engaging in lengthy conversation. Age has brought down his running ability. Not particularly good at First Aid, knows enough to survive but he was never the medic in his division. Stealth and lockpicking are very poor, he prefers bullets. Personality: Andrei may appear to be carefree and laid back in dealing with the hazards of the Wastes, but this facade is simply his favorite of many in his arsenal of the mind. In reality he is desensitized, calculating, and blunt. His entire life has been spent in or around the war machine, leaving him with little capacity for sympathy or attachment. He resisted the Enclave's propaganda, but in turn lost all faith in any cause but his own. However, he promotes the idea of independent thinking among all sentient beings, one thing the Enclave didn't seem to appreciate. Biography Part 1: Andrei was born in 2240 to Mikhail Pasternak and Major Melissa Grant. Mikhail was a civilian brought on as a scientist at the Navarro facility at special recommendation by Melissa, who was the leader of a special warfare group in the Enclave. When Andrei was born, Mikhail wasted no time in expressing a want for his child to be excluded from the brutal and clandestine operations that the Major was involved in. His wishes would go unheard, however, as some years later he was killed when the NCR led an assault on Navarro. Major Grant fled east with Andrei, aboard the last Vertibird to make it out of Navarro. She linked up with Enclave Remnants in Minnesota, quickly establishing a new base of operations for her Special Robotics Warfare Group (SRWG). Information on SRWG can be found in the OOC. Many years passed, and Melissa led Andrei on a path to taking over command of the SRWG. Unfortunately, in his middle age, Andrei had other things in mind. Biography Part 2: Captain Andrei Pasternak wiped specks of drying blood from his face, but it wasn't his own. He had been on a scouting mission with two new grunts, and put a bullet into each of them when they had their backs turned. He had come a long way, and gained the trust of many, but now that would all be long gone. To him, it was well worth it, to be free to make his own legacy. Andrei had taken some less-conspicuous combat armor off of one of the bodies, and discarded his power armor. Standing out may not be a problem now, but the Enclave logo would still give him away at close distance. He walked south for hours, only stopping to scavenge what food and water he could. Soon, fatigue began to set upon him. His gaze fell lower with each passing minute, until all that he observed was the ground immediately to his front. The sun began to drop below the horizon, and as the sky took on a shade of red, Andrei heard the sound of a laser weapon powering up. Andrei stopped dead, his head shot up, and standing before him was a lone figure clad in gray T-45d Power Armor. A Brotherhood of Steel Paladin of the Missouri splinter, with their laser rifle trained on Andrei, ready to fire. The Paladin spoke, "Enclave, out here alone? You look like you're a bit old to be a grunt running solo." Andrei smiled faintly, he doubted his chances of getting out of this alive. He had pushed himself too hard, and stumbled into Brotherhood territory without his wits about him. He knew all of the weaknesses of the T-45 series, and it was only one man, but at this distance he wouldn't be able to fight his way out without getting some laser in his face. Before he could respond the Paladin spoke again, "The Elder might be interested in you, soldier. The Enclave doesn't send anyone out alone without purpose." The Paladin took one hand off of his rifle, held up two fingers, and struck his helmet three times. [i]Seven[/i] more Paladins revealed themselves from the surrounding terrain, flanking Andrei from all sides. Without a word, they advanced, slipped a bag over Andrei's head and knocked him unconscious with a swift strike. The Brotherhood transported him for several days, eventually arriving at their headquarters in St. Louis. Andrei was handcuffed to a chair, interrogated 18 hours a day for over a week, but never beaten. He maintained his story; he was just a grunt, always had been, he had never been good enough for the Enclave to promote him to any kind of important position. His ID card and holotags didn't contain any information regarding his rank or purpose, only that he was Enclave. It had been done this way specifically for this scenario, anyone in SRWG could be mistaken for a degenerate Private if captured. It had worked, for the most part, but the Elder wasn't convinced. The Elder had gone so far as to offer Andrei a place in their splinter group if he was willing to reveal any information he may be hiding. It was an impressive gesture, the Brotherhood were usually very selective, and offering such niceties to anyone, especially an Enclave, was an incredibly dangerous move. Nevertheless, Andrei wasn't interested, and his story didn't change. And so, the Brotherhood threw Andrei out, taking him east across the Mississippi River and leaving him to fend for himself in what used to be Tiptonville, Tennessee. The Elder had reluctantly agreed to let him keep his armor, holotags, and identification card. He wasn't any use to them, nor did they consider him a threat, so killing him wasn't a step they wanted to take. Andrei continued his journey south, towards Memphis, Tennessee. Maybe there he would find the means to a new start.