I think I'll give this a whirl.

Name: Dmitry "Mitch" Nivanov

Age: 16

Appearance: 6'1", 210 pounds, and all of it solid. Mitchell is a big boy, unquestionably and unabashedly so. Sambo and weightlifting have been combined to ensure he is always in shape, and his steely grey eyes are perhaps the most obvious indicator that he is much smarter than one may at first think. His face is decently attractive in a rugged way, but by and large he is nowhere near as beautiful as half the other students at the school.

Arcana: N/A

Personality: Gruff and boisterous, fun-loving, and surprisingly gentle for his size, Mitchell is still nonetheless very capable of breaking you, should he feel the need. Which, given his relative size and Sambo background, would probably in most cases be rather easy. He is a rather blunt young man, and generally decides against trying to dance around subjects when they could just be addressed and dealt with. Certainly the easier option in this language. By no means unintelligent, he just has a soft spot for practicality.

Equipment/Skills: A surprisingly well-kept, maintained, and obviously very precious Mosin-Nagant, commonly locked away in a guitar case. Very obviously a bad idea to mess with that, and he happens to be a damn fair shot with it too. If you asked him, he would say he is 2.5lingual, fluent in both his "native" languages, and passable enough in Japanese to get the idea across. Thankfully, he seems to be able to understand things just fine (when he wants to). A physical powerhouse and a scrappy, skilled grappler, he is no slouch in a fight. Finally, true to his heritage, he can hold his drink with the best of them.

Background: The son of a pair of Russian immigrants who moved to America when he was just a boy, Dmitry is familiar with both sides of the formerly-existing Iron Curtain. After his father was reassigned to the area on business, the family naturally followed.

Persona: N/A