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[b]Name:[/b] Stannis "Stas" Krolikov

[b]Age:[/b] 24

[b]Sex:[/b] Male

[b]Appearance:[/b] Stas was unfortunately not gifted with jaw dropping features. He looks similar to the average Russian. Brown hair, which he maintains as a military buzzcut. He has a bit of an angular face, he enjoys being clean shaven, but at the time of transportation he hadn't shaved in a couple of days. Resulting in a bit of a stubble. Dark brown eyes. He is fit and fairly well bodied, although he would have been at his prime if he were transported about a year before. He is somewhat short, standing at 5 feet, 3 inches. 
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At time of transport, he is wearing his hiking attire. Olive green cargo pants, tucked into his combat boots. A grey tee-shirt with a leather jacket on top, with fur on the inside, keeping him nice and warm. He has a red ribbon tied around his neck and tucked into his shirt, hidden by the white Shemagh scarf, which is also tied around his neck. 

[b]Personality:[/b] Stas was raised with very good morals, but throughout his life he had come to learn that sometimes good is not always good. Despite that he always does his best to do the most good he can. Stas himself is a stoic person, most things strike as unsurprising to him, because of that he rarely shows strong emotion. He'll chuckle, smile a bit, frown a bit, scowl maybe. But the time when he is most animated is when he is doing something exciting. He often makes humor in the form of sarcasm and understatements, a friend of his once called Stas the king of understatements. This derives from Stas' simplicity, if something is broken, you fix it. No matter how complex. You take it one step at a time, and figure it out. If there is an obstacle, you get over it. Stas has a very practical mind, he likes to think about gears, machinery, how things work, problem solving, among other things. 

[b]Background:[/b] Stas was born into a Russian family living in the United States. Making him, well, a Russian-American. As a child, and throughout most of his school life he was a very quiet child. Making few friends, mostly just doing homework and playing computer games. This continued up until high school, where he joined the schools marching band. This is where he learned to socialize, to speak louder, how to laugh. 
Then came college, he opted to go to a community college. Where he mostly was aimless in life, having no specific goal. With funds getting tight, he decided to put his education on hiatus and join the military to get some experience in life, and to get some extra cash. In the military, he became a US Army Ranger. He learned how to survive, to fight, earned some friends and a few scars as well. When he finished his tour of duty, he went home and continued his education with renewed vigor. Although he never really abandoned his lazy and procrastinating ways, which the military had failed to pound out of him. He went on with his hobbies of world building, playing video games with his crew, cooking, but now he had a few others. Notably doing work, keeping himself relatively fit, and going outside a bit more.

[b]Powers:[/b] Upon waking up from the transportation, Stas will find a spear right next to him, on the ground. He recognizes this as [i]Cazavar, Spear of The Frozen Peaks[/i], a spear he made for a hero in one of his world building projects. When he grips it, he vaguely remembers the battles that [i]Cazavar[/i] and its wielder, Sir Valik, has been through. It also emanates a certain chill, not quite a frostbiting cold but a perceptible few degrees drop. 
Stas' ability is to bring things he thinks up of into reality, there are limitations to this however. It cannot be living, if he thinks up an apple and creates it, it will look like an apple and feel like one, but it isn't an apple. A person can't eat it, much less even cut it. As of right now, he cannot make more than one. He can summon a shield of whatever fashion he likes, what kind of material, what shape and its thickness, but he will feel its weight. As he can summon things, he can de-summon them, freeing up the space for something else. As he becomes more proficient with this ability, he will be able to more items, but the rule of 'it cannot be living' will stick no matter how powerful he becomes with this ability. However, learning contemporary summoning magic, with his own special summoning magic working in tandem, he may be able to summon a living being, or a few. Every item he summons will have a faint white aura glowing around it, it aids in distinguishing which is summoned and which is not. 
The exception to the rules above is [i]Cazavar[/i], the spear the appears next to him when he first enters Kite. The spear is for all intents and purposes, the real [i]Cazavar[/i]. However, it appears to not be quite in tune yet. The original would have the strength of the icy mountain peaks behind it, being able to pierce all but the most powerful of enchanted armors. However, the current one at the time of transportation is mostly a normal spear that looks like the genuine [i]Cazavar[/i]. As Stas' becomes more skilled with the use of the spear, its power will grow with Stas' own power. Eventually, becoming the one and only [i]Cazavar, Spear of The Frozen Peaks[/i].
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-Cazavar, Spear of The Frozen Peaks. A masterfully made 8 foot spear, made to hit with the force of the icy mountain peaks behind it. The shaft is made of cornel wood, an extremely strong wood, wrapped with the black leather of The Obsidian Bear. The steel spear tip is similar to a boar spear tip, with lugs behind the spear blade, aiding in parry or hooking. The other end of the spear has a sauroter spike. Both ends are emblazoned with ancient runes of The Frostvein Ridges.
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[b]Personal Motive:[/b] Stas is conflicted about staying or leaving. On one hand, he would be leaving everything he had ever known, on the other, he would be living in his dream come true, basically. He hasn't made his mind up yet, however, he had been brought here for a purpose. And he will find out for what, and if he deems it just, he will see the task through.

[b]Mementos: [/b]
-A red ribbon, about a meter in length, roughly 4 inches wide.
-A white patterned Shemagh scarf.

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