Post by Sergei Dmitry Ivanov on Sept 15, 2015 23:58:34 GMT
Name: Sergei Dmitry Ivanov, AKA. The Old Bear.
Age: 60
Archetype: Businessman
Skills:
790
Socialite
Performance (Music, Balalaika)- 30
Outlaw
Game Knowledge: 40
Soldier
Horsemanship: 40
Firearm Accuracy: 40
Unarmed Combat: 40
Strength: 40
Businessman
Accounting: 40
Bureaucracy: 40
Detect Lying: 40
Raising Funds: 40
Efficiency: 40
Records Keeping/Checking: 40
Forgery/Detect Forgery: 40
General
Knowledge : 50
-English
Equipment:
-Starting Money: $130
--Shotgun 'Messenger': $30
---25 Shotgun Rounds: $5
--Colt 1851 Navy: $50
---28 Colt Rounds: $7
--Buck Knife: $0
--Clothing (Business): $8
--Black Shire Horse called Tsarevich: $30
--The Brothers Karamazov (A book ahead of it's time): $.50
-Current Money: $37,30
Background:
It was after the Crimean War that Sergei realized that there was nothing else for him in Russia, his wife had left him for the baker of a nearby town and he had seen his son (Illya, a promising young fellow in his twenties, who, before the War, was working hard to become a Doctor)die right by his side while fighting those damned Turks. It was Spring of 1854, their regiment had been sent to fight on the Caucasus; under Prince Andronikov the 10,000 russians achieved an unbelievable victory over an Ottoman horde that had them outnumbered three to one, however that night at least one russian drank not to celebrate, but to forget.
On his way back to Omsk, the town that he had loved most of his life, Sergei felt empty and tired, he was done with the War, with the Czar, everything, he just needed a break. That was when he heard of a group of entepreneurs leaving the country to start something new in America; being part of the small caste that was Russian minor aristocracy, Sergei sold everything he had, from his lands in Siberia to his family's heirlooms (but, of course, for his great grandfather's Balalaika), and embarked on this new venture in a far away land. It was a long way there, their caravan made it's way to Vladivostok, from where they would take a ship across the Pacific to the port town of New Archangel in the American West Coast.
In Jackson, he built, the first of the town's Saloon: The Babushka's Bosom, a well kept mid range stabilishment, with a great supply of wodka (and other unimportant alcoholic drinks). Seventeen years after the end of the War, Sergei is known around as one of the loveliest, most heartwarming, fellows around town, the kind who is always up for his friends in the late hours when they come asking for help to bury a body; which does not mean he cannot wake the russian Bear in him from time to time,for beneath that mask of merryment still lies a battered and scarred old man, who has nothing else to lose.
Age: 60
Archetype: Businessman
Skills:
790
Socialite
Performance (Music, Balalaika)- 30
Outlaw
Game Knowledge: 40
Soldier
Horsemanship: 40
Firearm Accuracy: 40
Unarmed Combat: 40
Strength: 40
Businessman
Accounting: 40
Bureaucracy: 40
Detect Lying: 40
Raising Funds: 40
Efficiency: 40
Records Keeping/Checking: 40
Forgery/Detect Forgery: 40
General
Knowledge : 50
-English
Equipment:
-Starting Money: $130
--Shotgun 'Messenger': $30
---25 Shotgun Rounds: $5
--Colt 1851 Navy: $50
---28 Colt Rounds: $7
--Buck Knife: $0
--Clothing (Business): $8
--Black Shire Horse called Tsarevich: $30
--The Brothers Karamazov (A book ahead of it's time): $.50
-Current Money: $37,30
Background:
It was after the Crimean War that Sergei realized that there was nothing else for him in Russia, his wife had left him for the baker of a nearby town and he had seen his son (Illya, a promising young fellow in his twenties, who, before the War, was working hard to become a Doctor)die right by his side while fighting those damned Turks. It was Spring of 1854, their regiment had been sent to fight on the Caucasus; under Prince Andronikov the 10,000 russians achieved an unbelievable victory over an Ottoman horde that had them outnumbered three to one, however that night at least one russian drank not to celebrate, but to forget.
On his way back to Omsk, the town that he had loved most of his life, Sergei felt empty and tired, he was done with the War, with the Czar, everything, he just needed a break. That was when he heard of a group of entepreneurs leaving the country to start something new in America; being part of the small caste that was Russian minor aristocracy, Sergei sold everything he had, from his lands in Siberia to his family's heirlooms (but, of course, for his great grandfather's Balalaika), and embarked on this new venture in a far away land. It was a long way there, their caravan made it's way to Vladivostok, from where they would take a ship across the Pacific to the port town of New Archangel in the American West Coast.
In Jackson, he built, the first of the town's Saloon: The Babushka's Bosom, a well kept mid range stabilishment, with a great supply of wodka (and other unimportant alcoholic drinks). Seventeen years after the end of the War, Sergei is known around as one of the loveliest, most heartwarming, fellows around town, the kind who is always up for his friends in the late hours when they come asking for help to bury a body; which does not mean he cannot wake the russian Bear in him from time to time,for beneath that mask of merryment still lies a battered and scarred old man, who has nothing else to lose.
