Name: Tiberius Kristoffer Thomassen Alias: Bôrka Nationality: Norwegian Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: [img]http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/344/6/b/stalker_2_by_mrsarto-d4io4rw.jpg[/img] [img]http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/015/c/3/staker____by_bobrbor-d4mf3bm.jpg[/img] Tiberius is a somewhat larger fellow, standing at 6' 1'' and weighing around 185lbs. He has pale blonde, nearly white, hair, which he keeps trimmed in the style of the Russian infantry. His eyes are a pale blue, with a scar running across one from a nasty accident some time ago. He's not the most physically impressive of people, but is strong enough to hold his own in a fist fight, and is very sure of feet. He wears a black camo Beril-5m, along with cargo pants and leather gloves to match, as well as a somewhat old pair of hiking boots. He keeps a pocketwatch on his person at all times. Spoken Languages: Norwegian(fluent), Ukrainian and Russian(functional), English(conversational) Faction: Loner, former Duty with no ties. Reputation: Not known for anything flattering, he's generally disliked by most other S.T.A.L.K.E.R.s that he encounters. He spent his first few years in the Zone as a Duty sniper, but had a bit of a [i]falling out[/i] with them, so he isn't exactly [i]welcome[/i] in Rostok anymore. Since he's ex-Duty, Freedom isn't too fond of him, and he's notorious for indiscriminately killing mercs, the military, and bandits, to the point of which some hunt him for posted bounties. Beyond that, he avoids contact with most factions when possible, and is anything if not jumpy when he has to interact with them. Generally reclusive, he doesn't leave his secret hideout very often unless people are coming near it, or he needs money, food, or ammunition. Having been trained as a sniper, and that being his profession for about a decade now, he thinks himself quite good at it. However, this means that he's a rank amateur when it comes to close quarters fights. He can throw some punches and take a few hits, but if he can avoid fighting you from less than five hundred meters away, he will. Unfortunately for most, if you anger Tiberius, or for that matter, even get close to him without his approaching you first, you'll likely get your brains splattered across the nearest tree. He's an indiscriminate killer concerned only with money and survival. He's been known to take missions from time to time when his belt starts getting a little too lose around his waist. He prefers assassination missions, and is quite good at them, though he isn't opposed to fighting mutants. Strangely, he has an irrational fear of Snorks and Bloodsuckers, though no one knows why, and asking him about it is a good way to get him to walk off and go home. Personality: An extremely reclusive person, even as a child he tended to avoid going anywhere near other people and kept to himself. Nowadays, this has turned him into a generally emotionless psychopath of sorts. He speaks little, lives as far away from people as possible, and keep an unnervingly blank look on his face at all times. He's ruthless and uncaring, and is more than willing to kill any and everything that gets in his way, annoys him, or tries to come near him. He cares little for riches and is only worried about food and ammunition for the most part, but has a bit of a kleptomaniacal quirk about collecting shiny objects that he finds. He's debatably more overprotective of these objects than he is of his own home. History: As a young boy, he possessed a fascination with rifles, that later turned into an obsession. He spent almost all of his time studying them, disassembling and reassembling them, and firing them to learn their quirks. After graduating high school in Norway, he passed on the option to go to college and instead decided to move to Russia and join the Russian Armed Forces. He was assigned a position as sniper not too long into his service, and eventually became a ranking officer within a squad of snipers. Around the time his five years of service ended, the Chernobyl event occurred, and the lure of the Zone tantalized him so much so that he forsook his plans to become a career soldier and became a S.T.A.L.K.E.R. His skills earned him a place in Duty for a while, but he's since then fallen out of favor with them and become a recluse, hunting and killing in the hills deep inside the Zone. Weapons/Ammo: SVDm-2 (100 x 7.62x54r bullets) Kora-919 (200 x .45 caliber ACP) Kodachi Gear: Backpack- 2 canteens of water 1 bottle of vodka 3 loaves of stale bread 1 can of Tourist's Delight 1 Military Medkit 1 Medkit 5 bandages 1 old pillow 1 spare gas mask and some filters On person- PDA Flashlight Lots of bolts Gas mask Geiger counter Skills/Abilities: Keen eyes: Years of sniping and spotting have given Tiberius sharp eyesight and the ability to notice that which other people might overlook. Void personality: His years in the Zone have hardened him to the point that he won't blink or think twice about putting a bullet into anyone's head for any reason. Martial practitioner: His service to Duty in the Zone, and martial training in his late youth, have made him into a masterful sniper. He isn't perfect, but he doesn't often miss. Scavenger: He doesn't interact with people much, so he's acquired a knack for finding what he needs out in the wild, and [i]mostly[/i] not irradiated. Weaknesses: Outcast: His manner of speech incredibly blunt and to the point, assuming he even talks, which is rare. Close quarters novice: His skills at medium and short range are deplorable, so much so that he has difficulty compensating for automatic weapons fire, and can hold his own in a fist fight, but isn't too particularly good. Paranoia: Loud rasping or screeching noises of any kind scare him enough to make him head home quite quickly, as he tends to link them with Snorks and Bloodsuckers.