Anatoly Kazantsev
(You find a small picture of Anatoly, almost as it was dropped out of a wallet.)
Age: 27
Height: 186 centimeters
Country of Origin: Russia
Language proficiency: English (Great), Russian (Mother tongue)
Nicknames: 'Tolya'
Body type: Lean
Clothing style: Black and red
Eye color: Hazelnut brown
Hair color: Dark brown
-Backstory-
Anatoly, a man of Russian origin, was born in a small town in 1997, more precisely in the outskirts of Kursk, Russia, in a rough neighborhood.
He was living a life in poverty, his home was rotting away, although, he was too young to do anything about it.
His family was suffering from the effects of poverty, there was no time of well-being during their stay in Russia.
As there was not much time to live their life... At the time Anatoly was six years old, the Combine arrived.
During Anatoly's twelve years in the labour camp, he learned a new handy trait in there. There was some way, he had to survive in the labour camp.
Thus, he made his way on to becoming an artisan in crafting, creating all kinds of different things, ranging from handmade clothing to weaponry of sorts.
Although, the crafts did not last long with him, as they were taken away pretty quickly.
His innovation manifested in the labour camp.
And after those twelve years, he was relocated to City Seventeen, Industrial District to continue on with his life. To learn more about the "new order".
He took his time in the city, roaming the streets under the sky filled with smoke. There was no destination to him - Only to continue mastering his innovative crafts.
For the nine years he spent in City Seventeen, he grew apart of the general society, not having a pleasure interacting with anyone. He continued on to do the mandatory workshifts, nothing else. Only place that felt like home were the slums. Eventually, he was punished for not showing up to the mandatory workshifts and being a part of a "Miscount".
Those years proved to him, that he could not live under the set of rules in the City, knowing the next one would be a different kind of hellhole.
City Eight, Tokyo...
Current affliation:
Relations:
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ADMIRED - RESPECTED - FRIENDLY - NEUTRAL - UNFRIENDLY - DISLIKED - HATED
The Union (And those loyal to it) - HATED
"The Union made my entire life a living hell and you all are paying for it. Куй железо, пока горячо. (Forge iron while it is hot.)"
C.I.O.T. (Central Insurgency of Tokyo) - SELF
"C.I.O.T. is my home and nothing will ever change that. Holding our insignia high in the sky for a brighter morning. Волков бояться - в лес не ходить. (Everything has its risks, but we can't just not do anything.)"
Boyka Smirenski - ADMIRED
"Boyka is like a long-lost brother of mine. Never imagined to find such a like-minded person in the city. I would take a bullet for you, bratan."
Lucia - NEUTRAL
"Lucia... I have heard of this name many times before. I can not say for sure who they are as a person, but what I have heard so far, it seems like our interests aren't far apart. I better get to know them."
Refuge - FRIENDLY
"A small, resourceful camp set up in the abandoned mall in the outskirts. I may not agree with the end goal, but I don't completely disagree with it either."
'Aslan' - RESPECTED
"Aslan, a man full of some excellent stories. Took me in at my worst, when I needed a real pick-me-up. You definitely have my respect, Aslan. In future, we will be more in business."
Nikandr - FRIENDLY
"Ah, the bald, Russian one... He shows great promise and helps our cause. There's yet more to learn from this Nikandr, and possibly evaluate him for future purpose, but for now, he can be trusted."
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