[b]Name[/b] - Nikolai Dvorik

[b]Age[/b] - 36

[b]Race[/b] - Human

[b]Gender[/b] - Male

[b]Personality[/b] - Russian and proud, Nikolai is a man of few words even in his native tongue. He is uncaringly efficent at whatever task he takes on, disreguarding things like 'rules' and 'regulations'. He dislikes being prevented from doing things his way, and his usual quiet demenor vanishes nigh-instantly when angered, revealing a brutally powerful man who knows more rude words than the entire population of his town. Has mild paranoia.  

[b]Skills[/b] - Brutish violence, hunting, the ability to curse in seventeen languages, and an exceptional disreguard to safety regulations

[b]Appearance[/b] - A gigantic hulk of a man, pale of skin and dark of hair. His generally unwashed hair hangs around his face and stretches down toward his shoulders, complimenting the unshaven nature of his rampart stubble and sunken eyes. Said sunken eyes are a shocking blue color, gleaming out from under heavy brows. His nose is long, straight, and sharp edged. His cheekbones are prominant and make his square jaw seem even more angular. His body, hairy and rippiling with muscle, looks to have been the construction of some scientist questing to fuse some sort of bear with a human, rather than a natural occurance.

[b]Other[/b] - He kept a huge variety of weapons stashed around his house in case of any emergency, and is quite upset that he now has none.