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[color=Gainsboro][i]"Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god."[/i]
[b]—Aristotle[/b][/color]
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[h3]Basic Information[/h3][/center]
[color=Gainsboro][b][u]Name[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Viktor Martin Wells[/indent]

[color=Gainsboro][u][b]| Age |[/b][/u][/color]
[indent]28[/indent]

[color=Gainsboro][u][b]| Gender |[/b][/u][/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]

[color=Gainsboro][u][b]| Occupation |[/b][/u][/color]
[indent]Currently on an indefinite hiatuses from his contracting company--officially considered a sabbatical, with no defined [/indent]

[color=Gainsboro][u][b]| Sexuality |[/b][/u][/color]
[indent]Straight[/indent]

[color=Gainsboro][u][b]| Relationship Status |[/b][/u][/color]
[indent]Single[/indent]

[color=Gainsboro][u][b]| Education Level |[/b][/u][/color]
[indent]Licenses and Education:
[list][*]Florida high School graduate
[*]Certified Master carpenter
[*]Certified Journeyman welder
[*]Certified Journeyman plumber
[*]Certified Journeyman electrician
[*]Certified with most heavy machinery; backhoes, excavators, etc
[*]Semi-skilled mechanic(capable of basic oil changes, tire changes, etc); brakes are essentially where his knowledge halts
[*]Licensed Contractor (Idaho, Washington, and California)
[*]Class A CDL; all endorsements, including chauffeur (up to 60 passengers)[/list][/indent]

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[h1]In-Depth Appearance[/h1][/center]
[color=Gainsboro][u][b]| Appearance |[/b][/u][/color]
[indent]Viktor has always worn a beard. Nothing excessive or extreme, he carefully tends to his facial hair, even when he stays on his ranch and spends months without human contact. A carefully groomed man is a happy man, it was something his mentor told him, and he took it to heart. He dresses almost like you’d expect any outdoorsy type man to: Wrangler jeans, work boots that add a few inches to his already intimidating height and plain t-shirts(often tanktops or wife beaters), commonly underneath a flannel jacket. Intimidating might be an understatement: he stands at 6’8” flatfooted, and nearly crests 7’ in his boots. His skin is unmarred by tattoos, but there are always a few scratches and knicks to. His hair is traditionally cut short--if he wears it too long it just gets in the way.

Viktor’s muscles are tight and iron corded, lifting heavy boards day in and day out and just general work on his ranch has led to this, including a lack of processed, sugar and fat heavy foods that he doesn’t have access to… and a few situps and pushups before bed and after waking up every morning. His hands are also rough and calloused from years of nonstop working with them. He’s a big intimidating dude as your eyes go up his body until they get to his face.

His face is soft and there’s always a smile on it, and his eyes are inviting. He gives off an aura that makes people feel safer around him, like instead of a mountain of a man who looks like he could probably snap you in half if he [i]really[/i] wanted to, it seems like they’re talking to a giant teddy bear. And that’s what Viktor is, really, once you get past his rough exterior.[/indent]

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[h1][color=Gainsboro][u]M Y Q U I R K S[/u][/color][/h1][/center]
[color=Gainsboro][b][u]Habits | Quirks | Oddities[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Cannot sleep without total darkness--even the light of a charging phone will frustrate him
[*]Is fond of tapes of the sounds of the ocean and rainforest; 
[*]Commonly and promptly shushes people if they begin to speak too loudly; this is especially apparent if someone speaks over someone else rather than listening to what the person who has the floor is saying
[*]Eats the crust of pizza separately; he tears it off before eating the meat of it, and enjoys the crust of his pieces at the end, as a treat. What? Crust is good.
[*]Fires it up
[*]Frequently smiles, and why shouldn’t he? The world is his, and it’s a lovely place, for the most part.[/list][/indent]

[color=Gainsboro][b][u]Hobbies:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*][b]Carpentry[/b]: He spends a lot of time working with wood, having built his entire house from the ground up. Most furniture he has is handcrafted, and he considers himself rather skilled at the craft.
[*][b]Sleeping[/b]: You have a lot of time on your hands when you live alone on fifty acres of farmland. He spends this time sleeping, trying to catch up on lost rest from the past decade--a wild ride. More on that later.
[*][b]Writing[/b]: While not as much of a wordsmith as his brother(in fact, if one were to read what he’s written, they’d find it littered with grammatical mistakes and tense slips), Viktor has taken to writing his memoirs in an attempt to remember everything. He was inspired to take this up by his brother, after reading the words Dom has woven. Vik writes in composition notebook and stores them in a tote in his home.
[*][b]Restoring old vehicles[/b]: An odd passion of his, he has more than one old American muscle car around his property, some rusted, some not running. One day, they’ll all sing the song of a thousand horses.
[*][b]Thinking[/b]: He’s alone. A lot. He uses this time to think about things; things he regrets saying, things he wishes he had said; opportunities seized, and opportunities missed. Sometimes, he’ll speak to his dog while [i]thinking[/i].
[*][b]Gardening[/b]: He has a fairly large garden on his ranch, nothing like the farmers who lived here before him--whose primary source of income was their crops, but enough that he feels he could live off of his homegrown vegetables almost exclusively.
[*][b]Camping, hiking, etc[/b]: He feels at home outside, and though he built himself a lovely home, he still sometimes sleep out in the field, underneath the stars.
[*][b]Hunting[/b]: It’s something he’s done recently, and lately he’s found that it’s something he’s growing away from, which almost annoys him. Almost.[/list][/indent]

[color=Gainsboro][b][u]Likes:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*][b]Dominic[/b]: No, seriously. Viktor is incredibly fond of his brother, one of the few people he thoroughly respects. He couldn’t be more proud of the group of people Dominic has surrounded himself with, and of his younger brother for putting a ring on Chloe’s finger--and a nice one at that. Though Vik isn’t delighted with the week-long location, he is more than happy to make the required appearance for his brother.
[*][b]Peace and Quiet[/b]: Shocker, right? Viktor loves solitude and quiet, enjoying the company of no one but his trusted dog and the open blue sky. He’s recently found his long sought after peace, and has taken a liking to it--he’s not sure when he’ll give it up.
[*][b]His dog, [url=http://i.imgur.com/dQiEYKi.png]Nicholas[/url][/b]: His beloved companion, his shoulder to cry on, his trusted confidant. Nicholas is incredibly well trained, a testament to both his owner and the dog himself. He is currently being watched over by his neighbor, while Viktor himself makes the dreaded trip to Vegas.
[*][b]Music[/b]: Viktor enjoys music from all genres; though he enjoys the quiet, he rarely spends time in absolute silence, usually having music playing at a low level [i]somehow[/i], be it over speakers or in his ear through an earphone.
[*][b]Cooking[/b]: Since he was younger, cooking has been a secret joy of Viktor’s; he’s fairly decent at it nowadays, nothing fancy but he can cook well enough to follow directions on a recipe where applicable.
[*][b]Popeye’s Chicken & Biscuits[/b]: His biggest weakness.[/list][/indent]

[color=Gainsboro][b][u]Dislikes:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*][b]Hustle & bustle[/b]: Viktor can’t stand the loud lights and sounds from cities. He can handle it for a day or two before he gets simply uncomfortable and yearns for the peace of his rural home. He can sometimes get stressed out and squirmy if he spends too much time in the crowd.
[*][b]People who speak over others[/b]: It’s neither polite nor respectful to talk over someone. Viktor believes that in virtually every scenario, all parties involved should be allowed to speak their piece without any interruptions.
[*][b]When people look down on him for never going to college[/b]: Chances are, he’s more successful than the people who would say anything, with nothing more than his bare hands and a will to work. Nothing frustrates him more than people who think him lesser because he didn’t spend an additional six years in schooling.
[*][b]Cats[/b]: He’s never considered the feline animals to be nearly as companion worthy as their canine counterparts. He also doesn’t think as cute as everyone else does and never seems to understand why the internet fawns over them so strongly. Speaking of which...
[*][b]Most internet communities[/b]: Bunch of overly opinionated cunts if you ask Vik.[/list][/indent]

[color=Gainsboro][b][u]Fears:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*][b]Flying[/b]: If he was meant to fly, he would have wings.
[*][b]Losing Nicholas[/b]: The only constant in his life, if Nicholas was gone, Viktor might have to go too.
[*][b]Cancer[/b]: It stole from him the man he most looked up to. A primal fear of it has since been ingrained into him.
[*][b]The Grand Canyon[/b]: THAT SUMBITCH IS BIG, LIKE WHAT THE FUCK.[/list][/indent]

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[color=Gainsboro][b][u]Personality[/u][/b][/color]
[center][u]♦ Humble ♦ Antisocial ♦ Thoughtful ♦ Distant ♦[/u][/center]
[indent]Viktor is quiet.

At its core, his personality can be brought down to that simple statement. He’s quiet. Soft spoken; he raises his voice very rarely. He’s extremely calm and it takes a lot to upset him at all, it takes even more to anger him. There have been few times where Viktor has been [i]angry[/i], he doesn’t think there’s enough time on earth to waste it being angered, but certain people and actions can push him over the edge. He doesn’t like to talk unless necessary and barely ever is the initiator of a conversation. This isn’t to say that he can’t hold a conversation, more that he prefers not to. If it comes down to total silence and having a conversation, Viktor will almost always choose the peace and serenity of silence.

He’s humble, though he takes pride in what he has done. He’s not boastful, and he feels like everyone contributes in their own ways, and he can respect that. He’ll never deny compliments of fight them off by saying that his work isn’t that good--he’s very aware that he’s good at what he does, but that’s… it. He’s good at what he does; not much else, and he’s always game to listen to other people talk about their projects like they let him.

Viktor doesn’t do well in social situations. He doesn’t like to play games or really spend time with other people; he prefers the company of his dog. He gets squirmy and uncomfortable after spending more than a couple of hours in a group of people, and sometimes it stresses him out to walk down bustling, filled city streets. In spite of this, Vik carries himself with an air of confidence that makes him seem almost charismatic. He’s a likeable person, the hard part is simply squeezing past the point of him being an untalkative rock of a man.

He’s honest, at an almost blunt and brutal level. He won’t lie to anyone, tell them they look good when they don’t, or say that they did something right when they did it horribly wrong. This is a blessing and a curse: people can talk to him when they want a legitimate opinion, but on the flip side; sometimes he offends people by being [i]too[/i] honest.

Even though Viktor makes a point of being the best person he can to be his friends--making every birthday party special in one way or another, showing up to Dom’s from most every holiday, etc., etc… Viktor is… distant. Removed. He’s not around often and he doesn’t know how to keep a constant presence. For most of his life, he couldn’t stop [i]moving[/i], adventuring around the continent and searching for something that could satisfy his wanderlust. He’ll be there if called, but unless his wanderings led him back to Miami, he was a shadow most of the time he was gone. He’d crop up for a day here, or a day there, and it wasn’t until the most recent couple of years that he made more of an effort to be there consistently.[/indent]

[color=Gainsboro][b][u]| History |[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Viktor’s life really took off after high school. On the day of his graduation, he told his father simply that until Dominic was treated better, they wouldn’t speak again. And to this day, Viktor has held his promise.

The same day as his graduation, Viktor left town. He took the money he’d saved up working odd jobs with terrible hours throughout his highschool career and he just kind of… left. He drove up northwest, cutting through the heart of America and all the way into Canada. He stopped just over the border, in a town called Nelson. There, he would stay, for four long years. He found himself applying everywhere, and eventually he landed an apprenticeship, something that would ultimately change his life--for the better, of course. Throughout high school, Viktor had shown a sort of knack for working with his hands, and in Canada he would find a way to monetize that knack.

Pierce Eliot was the name of the man that Viktor spent those four years training under. With his help, Viktor became a Master carpenter, and gained Journeyman level skill in three other trades. For four long years, he helped with renovations and rebuilding houses in and around Nelson, Canada, and then Pierce retired. He offered to Viktor the list of clientele that he had, and promised that he’d sing his praises to any newcomers, but Viktor smiled and declined. The wanderlust had found him again, and he wanted to leave.

And so he did, this time driving back south into the states. For a brief moment, the older man appeared back in Miami, meeting with his brother for his high school graduation. He shared that moment with Dominic, and Dominic’s friends, and then he was gone again. This time he wanted to check out the west coast, traveling through the southern part of the United States. His end goal was ultimately the state of Washington, but he found himself wanting to drive along the coast, taking the long way. In New Mexico, he stopped for a moment, and adopted a puppy, whom he named [url=http://www.canisite.com/wp-content/uploads/en/english-aefe-ba-breed.jpg]Nicholas[/url]. Now with a new traveling companion, Viktor drove without anymore interruptions, and at the crest of his 23rd birthday, he landed in Olympia, Washington. Like most cities so near the coast, Olympia had its roots in the fishing trade, but this wasn’t where Viktor found his calling--in fact, he didn’t truly trust boats. Instead, he applied to a few different landscaping companies: he’d always wanted to operate heavy machinery.

In time, his applications were answered, and he spent a few months working with a landscaping company and learning to operate excavators, bulldozers, backhoes, and countless other machines. But in time, Viktor felt himself getting the [i]itch[/i] again--operating the machines didn’t resonate with him as well as he’d thought it would. He quit his job and spent two months chasing a new dream: heavy trucking. Something where he could travel and still get paid, never having to stay in the same place… it sounded wonderful. So he spent time getting his Commercial Driver’s License--Class A, of course. After that, he got all the endorsements, ensuring that he could haul hazardous materials, and anything else that might be requested of him. After two months of ceaseless study and practice, he’d obtained everything and he was quickly swooped up by a trucking company, almost 24 years old. With a smile on his face and Nicholas in the cab, he jumped into this new profession, hauling freight across the country and in some cases to Mexico and Canada. This included a brief, but nonetheless one of the most heartwrenching moments in his life: a stop in Nelson celebrating the life of Pierce Eliot, who passed away from cancer--something he’d kept hidden from his apprentice all the while.

After this moment, now 24 years old, Viktor felt something he’d never thought he’d feel: he wanted to stop moving. Wanted to settle down and establish a life for himself. The dream of seeing the world never seemed more distant than when he was carrying the coffin, acting as a pallbearer. So, Viktor abandoned it. He quit his job as a truck driver and planted himself firmly in the bay area of California, where he quickly obtained his contractor’s licensing, planning on putting the teachings of the late Pierce to work.

He found a job with a contracting company, and he started at the bottom. He toiled and worked hard, but it paid off in the end. By two years he was wildly respected, trusted, and considered one of the hardest workers in the company. Now paid well, and given his own jobs to look after, Viktor felt like he’d accomplished something, but he was finding himself feeling something [i]new[/i]: tiredness. 26 years old and with a near decade of never stopping behind him, Viktor was [i]tired[/i]. Still, he worked hard, and when a company was looking for a bid from a contracting company to build several megastructures in the bay area, perhaps even expanding into the rest of California, the bosses sent Viktor to handle it.

And he did. He presented the fairest, most honest presentation he could to the executives of the company, and while the company would end up paying hundreds of millions of dollars in the contract, everything would be done [i]right[/i]--after looking at some of the bids from the other companies, Viktor could see some corners that were cut, and pointed them out to the execs. It took three months of some of the most exhausting interactions he’d ever experienced, but ultimately: he got the call. The bid was made, and it was theirs.

A party was put together to celebrate the victory, and to the Viktor went the spoils. Viktor met with the CEO of his company, and shook his hand, and was given a huge bonus of five hundred thousand dollars and promised anything he could dream of. Viktor had one request: he wanted time off, paid or not he didn’t care, but he wanted to take a [i]sabbatical[/i], wanted as much time as he needed to charge his batteries. The CEO agreed, and Viktor took his money and nearly ran.

He went to Idaho, where he took his bonus and purchased an old farmland, roughly two hundred acres of it--for an insanely cheap price, and then he set about his next job: building a home for himself. It took him almost a year of working fourteen hours a day, but he finished it up. He hadn’t needed to [i]rush[/i], after all, sleeping under the stars was marvelous! But he finished the home eventually, a two story, three bedroom, two and a half bathroom home. A lovely house, he was more than satisfied with it. Equipped with solar power, and water from the river it was built nearby, it was as modernized as he could get while maintaining an ‘off-the-grid’ type feel. He loves his home and his land, and spends his days sleeping or roaming around with Nicholas. The batteries are being recharged post haste, and paychecks still roll in from the still thankful CEO.

27 years old and with a lot of life behind him, Viktor spent most of his 27th year back and forth between his Idaho real estate and his brother’s place of residence in Miami, Nicholas always in tow. Eventually, Dominic asked Viktor to be his best man at his wedding, and Viktor was more than happy to agree, though the idea of spending time in [i]Las Vegas[/i] makes him visibly cringe. Just a few weeks after turning 28 year old, Viktor has reluctantly left his beloved dog with a neighbor, and asked that his garden be tended to in his absence and has boarded a plane.

Look out Vegas, here he comes.[/indent]

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[h1][u]M I S C[/u][/h1][/center]
[color=Gainsboro][b][u]| Family |[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]See Dominic’s[/indent]

[color=Gainsboro][b][u]| Anything Else |[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Bojack motherfuckin’ Horseman[/indent]
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