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<Opening Record: Nikolay Aseyev
| NOTICE FROM MINISTRY OF CIVIL PROTECTION |
Subject is wanted for 245; Assault on High Value Target. Victim has confirmed to be Chairman-Colonel Jean Villeroy-Bosch. Grounds units, note that subject is potentially armed. Code 187.
REWARDS FOR NEUTRALIZATION OR CAPTURE OF TARGET (EVIDENCE REQUIRED)Subject is wanted for 245; Assault on High Value Target. Victim has confirmed to be Chairman-Colonel Jean Villeroy-Bosch. Grounds units, note that subject is potentially armed. Code 187.
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Basic Information | Additional Information |
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| Name - Nikolay Aseyev CID - 53264 DOB - 12/09/1983 Age - 37 Gender - M Nationality - Russia Ethnicity - Cossack Birthplace - Moscow, Russian SFSR, Soviet Union Current Location - CONFIRMED AT C24 Education - Primary & Secondary Education | Physical Disabilities - N/A Mental Illnesses - PTSD Hair - Black Eyes - Blue Build - Mesomorphic Height - 6'1 Collaborator Tier - N/A Occupation - CCR Conscript FAMILY COHESION - PRESERVED - Mikhail Aseyev | City 2 - Tier 3 Status Confirmed - Irina Aseyev | City 3 - Tier 3 Status Confirmed [DEMOTED TO T3 AS OF RECENT ACTIVITY'S PERTAINING TO NIKOLAY] |
Story Logs |
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A deep-accented Russian man spoke out, reciting what seemed to be a few prayers and rites before a French man. Elderly as he was, nonetheless he kept giving out such prayers as the French man in question was in distress, kneeled before the two Russian men. Aseyev, held his M1911 firm as he watched what was to come. Sweaty, he felt.
"Can you hurry this up, father?" The Russian Priest nodded, continuing, finishing his final rites. There were a few exchanges between the poor French individual in question, still holding tears before ultimately, the time has finally came. The French man closed his eyes, before his life was ended with two head shots to the head. Falling down, limp, with a few post-mortem spasms. The Priest, and Aseyev nodded before moving onwards. |
"<:: I think you're full of shit, and you're protecting someone. ::>"
Aseyev shrugged at the RL before him, just leaning back on his chair scratching his chin as his hands were bound. He looked at the man completely uninterested, he expected the whole matter to be forgotten- however it was clear people don't forget in the long term. It was what, a month? "I was barely in the terminal long enough to know enough people, all I have known was my superiors and comrades." This dissatisfied the RL, but nothing more could have been let off by Aseyev, to which he just looked at the RL. Completely aware of what was going on, he knew it was better to regurgitate the same story. Not let out any new information, keep his testimony straight with truth to it. He knew that this Terminal will be his demise, but stuck to it. He was on a timer. |
Several gunshots roared out, in what seemed to be a vague underground complex. Before a man of german-background began to yell and call out. As an AI voice called out, sparking a woman's name. Which put everyone present in a frenzy. They arrived where they started- and began to prepare for a hold off. Gunshots continued to ring out
"Castle, you fucking coward! What are you doing!" Aseyev gazed down- with fury. Standing above a peer of his, with a SPAS-12. Seeing a man having a breakdown in the moment, as life and death. All of them could be put on short notice. This place was purgatory, a twisted one. For those that have been saintly, or dastardly. Heaven or hell awaited them. Based on their character. |
A woman, a masked figure and Aseyev were all in a room. Sat opposite against the duo, Aseyev spoke of a tale of acts that would seal his fate . He blabbered on- not with pride- not with guilt. Though with confidence, having demanded a shot of his own vodka. He had control, but not for long. It was settled, the masked one satisfied, and the woman unsatisfied. Dragged out- and put into a cell. He had to await.
What was it? A Tribunal. All for what? The French man that begged long ago. |
There stood a figure beyond physical comprehension, elevated through extraterrestial dominance. A name spoken that most will immediately remember. It stood in it's slug form, staring down at the Cossack attempting to oust what the man wanted out of the elevated being. Power? Desires? No, knowledge. Knowledge versed from the depths of hell that most would go insane from knowing the abhorrent truth.
What was demanded of him? Returning an ebony blade, that was all- as the deal was verbally shook on. An eager vortiguant, and a reserve of them looked towards the Cossack. What had he done? Will history repat itself? |
Character Relationships | |
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"We made a deal, and I can much promise you it will be fulfilled. I don't know what you are at all. I don't align with your desires to expand your 'glory'. Though your knowledge is as important to me if anything, and is the thing that's worth dealing favours for. ₳₴ ₩Ɇ
₳₲ⱤɆɆĐ..." | |
"What a generous man- gave him trash and he gave me a lot in return. Turkish origins, it seems. Well- I bid him a well time in the future, nonetheless. In abnormal times there's a few people who actually seek to do good in this harsh world.
"Turns out, he's just started on his double life. He's still a damn CWU worker, importantly. That's the crazy part, I just dealt in a gig with him. Not a too bad guy- still I still don't really trust him that much. Though we'll work it out in the end..."
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"I don't know, I'm surprised they haven't forgotten about the BOL they placed on me, a long, long time ago. Though- it's good I know they're still investigating things. I'm not entirely safe...there's- one other person who can speak on the matter. Though- I doubt she'll remember at all."
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"Out of everyone who could have listened, she did. Well- my escape was of my own merit. I'm lucky I managed to bullshit my way out of the Nexus. It was a death sentence I managed to speak out of, lucky me. Thanks to her, I got a second chance to go."
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"Turns out, I'm not the only conscript that's currently wanted on the face of the earth for crimes they did. Turns out there's a certain someone like me with such status. Not gonna say my notoriety is too comparable to hers- actually...one of our own told me about how they're plastering my face on Civil Terminals...blyat-"
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VASILI @Stanford | "Vasili, Vasili, Vasili...where can I start? You speak Russian- have a decent sense of humor, and most importantly is a reliable friend to come across! Known you since Terminal Seven, where I sought refuge after escaping the Nexus. Though you may not see me as a close friend, you are to me. Even though you desire to feast on my corpse when I die...heh- not like I ever will."
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LUCKY @Stanford | "One of the more favourable BMDs I've come across, he tells you the jobs, and pays handsomely once you get them done. Respectable enough, he's a reliable guy. The guy you'd want in City Twenty Four to supply you the shit you need- as long as you have the chips needed."
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"I've seen you time and time again. I granted you mercy, and you tried stabbing me in the back. For what? For nothing. You are both potential foe and enemy. There's no line to put you down- all I can do is watch my back over you."
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"We started as foe, and now mutuals. I partly trust you, but your somewhat apathetic to begin with. So- not much faith is put in someone who doesn't value my opinions much."
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