Name: Frederick Steros Nickname: Fred/Freddie. Age: appears to be in his early 20s. Species: Siphoner/Vampire/Heretic Looks: Personality: A nine hundred year old vampire, Fredrick has had plenty of time to learn to control his hunger and magic. A very cunning individual who doesnโt value human life. With a distrust for witches, and his sire Kol Mikaelson. Despite his long life, Fredrick has never really known what itโs like to have a family. Shunned from his coven when he was a witch for being a siphoner, and having his sire bond abused by Kol Mikaelson. He isnโt a trusting person. Having been hunted by supernatural hunters for most of his life.
The gentle barrage of warm water caressed Sasha's naked form as he knelt under the shower in the dark. "I am a good person." He said to himself. HIs mind flashed back to him kicking a guy's knee sideways before putting a bullet in his brain. "I do good things." He said to himself again. His meditation was interrupted by his phone dinging loudly. The screen lighting up the dark room. Sighing he stood up. Turned off the water ad grabbed a towel. Wrapping it around his waist, he picked up his phone. It was time to get to work. Sure he hadn't slept in over twenty four hours, but one didn't systematically fight crime by taking breaks. Aleksandr decided early in his career, that since crime never sleeps, neither can he. At least that's what he told himself every time he had a triple shot expresso and went out on patrol to save having to sleep. Definitely not because when he slept, he was forced to relive memories of his criminal days. Even if that's what his therapist said. "Alexa, play Sasha's Get Psyched Mix" The bassy edm music began to play throughout his apartment. The russian stretched his fingers and rolled his shoulders. Getting ready for the night ahead. He moved from his bathroom to his wardrobe. Sasha picked out a pair of black dress pants and a white dress shirt. Putting them on, he put on a black leather belt and black dress shoes. He picked out a set of silver cufflinks that matched the silver chrome of his belt buckle. He turned his tie rack to view his collection of ties. Picking a burgundy one, he expertly put it on and tied it. He grabbed a black business jacket. He holstered a 9mm pistol in a shoulder holster under his jacket on the left side. Then walked out into the living room. Grabbing a guitar case from beside the front door. "Alexa, put the music through my headphones." With that, he put in one headphone into his left ear, double checked that he had everything. Phone Wallet Keys. With everything checked, he calmly left his penthouse apartment and got in the elevator that would take him down into the underground garage.
I had no idea this was getting any traction. I admittedly stopped paying attention to it with all the bumping, but if more people are down, Iโm still in.
Aleksandr Vasilievich was a tired man. Singlehandedly fighting crime in New York felt like a never ending battle. It had been two years since he started systematically dismantling organized crime. Picking up where the Ronin left off. Yet he couldn't help noticing things weren't getting better. If anything, they were getting worse. He was tired. He stretched his fingers. They were tight. After a full day and most of the previous night, fighting in an underground fighting ring, run by the tracksuits. Everything was tight. He looked at his watch. It had been nearly twenty hours since he went out to infiltrate that fighting ring. He needed sleep. He took a swig of the vodka on his nightstand to numb his nerves. He poured a bit on a rag and dabbed it on the fresh cut on his forehead. The familiar sting causing him to wince. Sasha took another swig and felt the alcohol clear his sinus. The strong Russian liquor reminded him of his father. He often liked strong Russian things. Like his mother, who often said you shouldn't drink. "You need a clear head for this kind of work." He would remember her saying. Aleksandr, or Sasha as he was called by friends, not that he had many left these days, walked into his bathroom of his expensive penthouse apartment. He washed his hands. Placed his phone on the counter. Turned off the lights and got undressed. Pushing his clothes into a neat pile in the corner, and moved into the shower. It was a large modern shower. With one of those rain fall heads. Turning it on, Sasha knelt down under the flow of the water. Feeling the warm water caress his body. He closed his eyes and focused on the now. In an attempt at what his therapist would call grounding or something similar. If he was being honest, he never really listened to his therapist. He was only seeing him because his parents were worried about him. Focusing on the sound of the water, and the feeling of it sliding over his skin, he was finally starting to relax.
Name: Moroshkin Aleksandr (Sasha) Vasilievich Alias: Alexander Barton. Sasha. Alex (really does not like being called this). Alec. Zander. Thomas Simons. Craig Sharpe. Stephen Locke. Age: 26 Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual
Powers: Aleksandr Vasilievich is the son of Charles Barton and a Black Widow. Though his mother delved into the arcane room solve the issue of her sterility, Aleksandr does not appear to have inherited any mystical abilities as of yet. He however did seem to inherit some of the variant super soldier serum from the Red Room. Making him strong enough to lift small cars and bend metal, fast enough to move at/beyond the speed of automobiles, durable enough to withstand being thrown off tall buildings. Though Aleksandrโs crime fighting doesnโt just stem from his enhanced condition, but more rather his upbringing. Being raised by a world class assassin and thief, Aleksandr spent most of his childhood training under his parents. Making him a very skilled marksman and hand to hand combatant.
Weaknesses: While he may be stronger and faster than the average man, guns truely are the great equaliser. If he were to Farah a stray bullet, it would be devastating. On top of that, Aleksandrโs confidence in his skills has gotten in him trouble on multiple occasions. With his criminal past, and often lethal brand of justice has made him wanted by the police and often branded a menace.
Appearance: Aleksandr Vasilievich is a 6โ2 athletically built Russian man. Black hair and blue eyes, his is conveniently attractive. He is heavily tattooed, with each tattoo owing to a story in his past. From faces of important people he has killed to runes that helped his mother conceive him. From places he has visited to weapons he has used.
Other:
Aleksandrโs weapon of choice is an advanced dual stage sniper rifle that was developed by HAMMER Industries. By using a lessened powder load, and the addition of electromagnetic rail system, the specialised marksman rifle has a greater stealth profile than most other market available snipers. The experimental rail system allows the use of specialised bullets, and can fire them at much faster, with less muzzle flash and quieter operation.
History: Much of his history is shrouded in mystery. Moroshkin Kristina (Tina) Olegovna was a black widow trained by the Red Room. After a botched mission in Latveria, the mind control was broken, and Kristina decided she wanted to start a family. So she begun her journey of exploring different surgical, chemical and mystical options. She never truely said how she reversed what was done to her, but I her travels, she fell for a charismatic archer. The two fell in love, and became a power couple in the criminal underworld. When they had a son, Aleksandr, he was inducted into that world. Training with one parent while the other was on a job, and swapping when they got back. Aleksandr killed his first person when he was 12. By the time he was eighteen he was set to be the next big things in the global criminal empire. The next few years were good. The family doing jobs for the highest bidder. Until a few years later. They were on a job in New York for the big man, when halfway through the job, his parents disappeared alongside half the global population. The mission was a failure. Kingpin put a bounty on Aleksandrโs head. Five years passed and it seems that the Kingpin has forgotten about Aleksandr. Spending most of his resources on rebuilding his empire as opposed to hunting some kid. Aleksandr built his empire himself too. Inspired by the Ronin. He was told by the FBI that his Father, Charles Barton, was actually a deep cover agent. So, he spent the five years of the blip settling in New York. Creating new identities for himself. Preparing to dismantle organised crime.
Name: Moroshkin Aleksandr (Sasha) Vasilievich Alias: Alexander Barton. Sasha. Alex (really does not like being called this). Alec. Zander. Thomas Simons. Craig Sharpe. Stephen Locke. Age: 26 Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual
Powers: Aleksandr Vasilievich is the son of Charles Barton and a Black Widow. Though his mother delved into the arcane room solve the issue of her sterility, Aleksandr does not appear to have inherited any mystical abilities as of yet. He however did seem to inherit some of the variant super soldier serum from the Red Room. Making him strong enough to lift small cars and bend metal, fast enough to move at/beyond the speed of automobiles, durable enough to withstand being thrown off tall buildings. Though Aleksandrโs crime fighting doesnโt just stem from his enhanced condition, but more rather his upbringing. Being raised by a world class assassin and thief, Aleksandr spent most of his childhood training under his parents. Making him a very skilled marksman and hand to hand combatant.
Weaknesses: While he may be stronger and faster than the average man, guns truely are the great equaliser. If he were to Farah a stray bullet, it would be devastating. On top of that, Aleksandrโs confidence in his skills has gotten in him trouble on multiple occasions. With his criminal past, and often lethal brand of justice has made him wanted by the police and often branded a menace.
Appearance: Aleksandr Vasilievich is a 6โ2 athletically built Russian man. Black hair and blue eyes, his is conveniently attractive. He is heavily tattooed, with each tattoo owing to a story in his past. From faces of important people he has killed to runes that helped his mother conceive him. From places he has visited to weapons he has used.
Other:
Aleksandrโs weapon of choice is an advanced dual stage sniper rifle that was developed by HAMMER Industries. By using a lessened powder load, and the addition of electromagnetic rail system, the specialised marksman rifle has a greater stealth profile than most other market available snipers. The experimental rail system allows the use of specialised bullets, and can fire them at much faster, with less muzzle flash and quieter operation.
History: Much of his history is shrouded in mystery. Moroshkin Kristina (Tina) Olegovna was a black widow trained by the Red Room. After a botched mission in Latveria, the mind control was broken, and Kristina decided she wanted to start a family. So she begun her journey of exploring different surgical, chemical and mystical options. She never truely said how she reversed what was done to her, but I her travels, she fell for a charismatic archer. The two fell in love, and became a power couple in the criminal underworld. When they had a son, Aleksandr, he was inducted into that world. Training with one parent while the other was on a job, and swapping when they got back. Aleksandr killed his first person when he was 12. By the time he was eighteen he was set to be the next big things in the global criminal empire. The next few years were good. The family doing jobs for the highest bidder. Until a few years later. They were on a job in New York for the big man, when halfway through the job, his parents disappeared alongside half the global population. The mission was a failure. Kingpin put a bounty on Aleksandrโs head. Five years passed and it seems that the Kingpin has forgotten about Aleksandr. Spending most of his resources on rebuilding his empire as opposed to hunting some kid. Aleksandr built his empire himself too. Inspired by the Ronin. He was told by the FBI that his Father, Charles Barton, was actually a deep cover agent. So, he spent the five years of the blip settling in New York. Creating new identities for himself. Preparing to dismantle organised crime.
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