[hider=Borya] [u][b]Tag[/b][/u] Drunk Tank [u][b]Name:[/b][/u] Borys Skala [u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 29 [s](looks 35)[/s] [u][b]Gender:[/b][/u] Male [u][b]Nationality:[/b][/u] Polavian [u][b]Craft:[/b][/u] The origin story of Borys’ Craft begins shortly before his 17th birthday with four friends, a liquor cabinet, a reason to celebrate and the dreaded words… Actually, the night is hazy and Borys doesn’t remember whether those words were “I bet you I can…” or “Hold my beer.” Whether the impulse came from him or someone else, bets were made, it got out of hand and before long Borys found himself standing in the street with an altyn helmet that his buddy Lev’s dad had stolen from his army unit on his head and the aforementioned Lev pointing a Makarov PM, sourced in the same way as the helmet, at his face. Whether or not the helmet could withstand the bullet, as was the subject of their bet, remained unanswered as Lev missed his head completely and shot Borys in the chest instead. It turns out that after unlocking, Borys is resistant to pain and damage… when he’s drunk. When he’s sober - which, admittedly, he hasn’t been for several weeks at least - he’s just a normal guy (questionable hygiene habits aside). But the more shitfaced he gets, the tougher he becomes. Not invincible, alcohol poisoning would still kill him faster than he’d reach that state, but slightly tipsy, he’ll shrug off a bar brawl; moderately wasted he might not notice that you tried to stab him and completely shithoused he may hardly stand, but also hardly react to bullets. [u][b]Vessels Carried[/b][/u][list] [*]Bottle opener - Borys’ own vessel, whoever holds it doesn’t become resistant to damage, but numb to pain. On the upside, you don’t need to see double to make it work, a few beers will do you. [*]Lighter - A metal refillable lighter that used to belong to a mage who could teleport between reflective surfaces, it allows the holder to do so between reflections of themself. The reflective surface also must be big enough for the user to fit through as if it was a regular passage. [/list] [u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u] Borys is a 162 cm (5’4”) pale-skinned man, covered shoulder to fingertip in criminal tattoos, with short, greasy black hair, a patchy stubble and brown eyes. What he lacks in height, he makes up for in muscle mass, his CQB instructor once noting that “God must have shoved two two-meter guys into that midget.“ Years at a dead end posting with little oversight mean that his equipment standard has suffered a bit, as his usual kit now consists of a telnyashka and a black Adidas-branded wizard’s robe under his armor and elbow pads, a gold chain around his neck, a pair of jeans with knee pads, white running shoes, wraparound sunglasses and a black ushanka with the pointy top of a wizard’s hat. [u][b]Personality:[/b][/u] Borys is not your garden-variety lazy. Oh no, Borys was a member of Reactor’s equivalent of the “E4 Mafia” from the day he signed up: The kind of guy you could tell to go help Sisyphus and that he can go take a nap when the job’s finished, and it will be done by lunch. Just as long as you don’t care about the ethics of how it was achieved. A smart commander will find a way to use this, but it does seep into the way he conducts himself on the battlefield, namely expending the least amount of effort required to complete the mission. This is a man who would drive an APC through a parking lot full of civilian cars if it shaved 10 seconds off the mission. That being said, it is a can-do attitude of a sort, and when a task is given, he expects everyone involved to get to it (though he’ll still bitch and moan about it, a Polavian national sport and great bonding ritual). It’s just that he’s just as creative in finding ways to avoid being told to do something as he is in doing things he’s told quickly. Borys is not a patient man either. Someone once said that his patience ran out six years ago and he’s just been on standby since. Another thing he’s run out of a while ago is fucks to give, leading to an unfiltered, blunt man who will say what he thinks regardless of whether it’s appropriate or if anyone asked. On the other hand, an unbothered Borys displays capybara-levels of chill and is one loyal bastard on top of it, once quoted saying “Fuck this. When we give him shit that’s different, because he’s one of us!” When someone was insulting a squadmate of his that he didn’t even like in a bar, before going over to explain the error of his ways to the offender and ending up with an assault and battery charge when the message was not received. A man who [i]will[/i] take a bullet for you and ask for nothing but enough vodka to keep him alive the next time he does so in return. [u][b]History:[/b][/u] A poor kid from the countryside, Borys’ parents both got sent to prison for robbing a gas station when he was four, and as such he was raised by his grandmother, a 120 kilogram woman who - like any grandma worth the title - wouldn’t go four hours without trying to feed something to Borys and once smacked a brown bear over the head with a stick so hard it ran back into the woods and never tried to steal their apples again. Grandma’s cooking and Borys’ lifestyle - active by necessity as grandma lives in the rural armpit of Polavia - meant that he’s been built like a brick shithouse since an early age. Living where they did also meant he hadn’t seen a colored television until he was 19. His first job was stealing bricks so he could head to the city on the weekends and use them to smash windows and prop up axles of the cars he was stealing radios and wheels off of. Stolen cars was also how he learned to drive. It wasn’t long before he fell in with a group of like-minded individuals at 16, and only slightly longer until he went to prison for aggravated assault at 20. He made some contacts with the vast Polavian black market during his time, many of which he still maintains through his grandmother. Prison was where he was noticed by Reactor, or rather one of their operators doing time for getting a bit out of hand on a raid, the stocky drunk somehow winning every fight in the fighting pit the Druid Albani Thieves were holding - with the quiet tolerance of the guards who were of course taking their cut from the betting - no matter how hard or where he got hit. When he was released early ‘for exemplary behavior’ (which he did not remember engaging in, because it didn’t happen) at 22, Reactor recruiters were already waiting. And only then did Reactor learn how his Craft actually worked. There was an honest attempt to have Borys active in the field, but keeping his platoon supplied with enough bottles of Polavian Standard to fuel his Craft had the inevitable downside of that entire platoon having the highest rate of DUIs, sexual harassment reports, brawling and other alcohol-related disciplinary issues. Thus, it was decided that Borys would be stationed pulling security at a site in Polavia, ostensibly because he knew the language and the culture, unofficially to get him out of sight and out of mind until a reason to get rid of him despite being a caster could be found. [u][b]Weaponry (including Channels):[/b][/u][list] [*][url=https://i.redd.it/kg0y2sd23gj81.jpg]AK-74N[/url] - The rude, drunk gopnik will be your gravedigger, and he brought his shovel. Her name is Svetlana. Try making fun of her and you’ll meet her sister. A completely mundane rifle of Polavian make, equipped with an EKP-8-18 Kobra sight and bayonet. [*][url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/3a/PB_pistol_%28542-12%29.jpg]PB[/url] - The suppressed variant of the Makarov Pistol ubiquitous all across Polavia. [/list] [u][b]Other gear/weapons/equipment:[/b][/u][list] [*][url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/91/6B45_body_armor.jpg]6B45 Ballistic Vest[/url] - A vest used by the Polavian military (officially, in reality it gets sold by logistics officers to supplement their income, which is how Reactor got a hold of them), level IV plates all around, but even more importantly, pouches. Some for magazines, yes, but also for all the beer and vodka he needs to fuel his [s]alcoholism[/s] Craft. [*]Wooden baseball bat - Svetlana’s sister, Yelena II. He used to have an aluminum one, but someone stole it and sold it to a scrapper for drinking money. [*]CS gas grenades [*][url=https://i.etsystatic.com/50952268/r/il/fedd9c/5934506003/il_1080xN.5934506003_lit2.jpg]PMK-3[/url] gas mask [*]Garwan Tactical Smart Watch [*]”Illyrian Sea Canal” Cigarettes [*]Ordinarily weed, but his guy left him hanging last week. [*]A tin of dog food - Never know when Felix might get out of hand. Whether this works or is an incredibly stupid idea has not been tested yet. [*]Wall mirror - Exactly what it looks like. Just a regular mirror. 60 cm diameter. Varnished wood frame. [*]Sunflower seeds - Practically always has a packet of “semechki” on him. [/list] [u][b]Other useful information:[/b][/u] Borys is a decent accordion player, somehow getting better a few drinks in. [u][b]Likes:[/b][/u][list] [*]Music (especially partial to hardbass, heavy metal and Polavian folk) [*]Board games, card games and pub sports [*]Semechki [*]Polavian Standard vodka [/list] [u][b]Dislikes:[/b][/u][list] [*]The countryside [*]The entire country of Liboli [*]His height being mentioned (Seriously, don’t…) [*]Salads [*]Medilandia vodka [/list] [/hider]