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Real Name: Mikhail Dragunov.
Alias(es): Punky, Dragon, Punk, Mikky.
Age: 90 Earth Years. 24 Physically.
Birth Date: April 21, 1920.
Zodiac: Taurus. (The Bull)
Gender: Male.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 203 lbs.
Race: Russian. Caucasian.
Species: Strigoi Viu.
Occupation: Mercenary.
Place of Birth: Perm, Russia.
Hometown: Perm, Russia.
Status:
- Military: "Died" as a Sergeant in the Spetsnaz Gru.
- Multiversal: Known mercenary among some circles. Can be considered unknown for the most part.
Marital Status:
- Current: Widower.
- Prior: Married.
Hobbies: Cooking.
Affiliations:
- Current: The Invictus.
- Prior: Spetsnaz.
Alignment: Neutral.
Weapons:
- A modifiedMakarov PM .9mm
- A modified AKMLP w/scope.
- A modified Dragunov SVU-A.
- A modified Dragunov SVD
Other Noted Training:
- Sambo.
- Jeet Kun Do.
- Tai Chi.
- Western boxing.
- Military training with the Spetsnaz Gru.
Equipment:
- An earpiece used as a communication device.
- A small shield generator attached to his belt.
- Medium body armor made from an nearly indestructible alloy.
Mentors:
- Dimitry Stronskiy.
Appearance: Coming soon.
Psychological Evaluation: Coming soon.
Physical Evaluation: Coming soon.
Abilities: Coming soon.
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Punky sat atop a building only blocks away from Gambit's bar, one eye peering through his scope at the establishment. Ah, this brought back memories. Shooting at the Aschen, the Chinese, Lucian that one time, and that Cyborg woman. "Nostalgia." The Russian sniper said with a chuckle, letting his scope and the technology it utilized to allow him vision into the bar run over Dallas, then Nivara before it rested on Sein.
Punky moved his scope on Lillea, nodding a bit. "We have a pretty lady for Punky!" The Russian said with a chuckle, moving his scope over to Nemo only seconds later. There were no Aschen, none of the Chinese, no-one to shoot. That made it boring. Too boring. Not that he would randomly start shooting people because of his boredom, but... that seemed like fun.
Punky slid into the bar, a clear plastic bag holding bottles of whiskey and vodka in one hand, while the other held his steel case that held his sniper rifle. "Gambit's Bar! Your Russian sex god has returned to plunder your women and deflower your virgins!"
Punky made a mouth with one of his hands as best he could. "Blah, blah, blah, Jerry." That wasn't a reference to Germans. But Punky found it funny because Swift was German. "No Nazi arm thing?" He asked before seeing Claire, "Oh... I see..." He said with a grin, "Okay, ladies! Who wants to do shots from my bellybutton?!"
Punky would slide into the bar in a Ferris Bueller-esque manner. The Russian sniper was dressed in a pair of black fatigues and a dark green windbreaker that covered the light armor he also wore. "Time to find women!" He joked. Okay, he was a little serious. He hadn't been with a woman since the 1940s, a lot of that built up inside of him and just needed to be...
released.
Punky chuckled at that, "That's what my parents did with me." Punky said, "That's why my name is Larry Moe Curly Jr." The Russian joked with a nod. "Johnathan is a nice name. You should use your girly-haired boyfriend's name, yeah?" Punky said to Ilse.
Punky slid down the stairs, his black Spetsnaz GRU uniform covering his skinny, yet fit, physique. The Russian sniper's uniform bared the symbols of Soviet Russia, but also had a few Invictus patches. He moved to the counter, waving a hand towards the bartender. "Ginger ale, if you have it, my good man." He said, his usually thick accent showing that he had spent a lot of time out of Russia and speaking English.
Punky shook his head, "Nothing at all. Not much I'd buy from here except drinks. Don't know how the food is, and I doubt anyone will slip something into my drink and date rape me, yeah?" Punky said with a chuckle, "Even though I am very handsome." He said, looking to Katja for a moment and then offering her a nod. "Hello, miss."
Punky looked at his Soviet patch, "Well, I am a member of the Invictus, that's what the others mean, but this..." Punky cleared his throat, pressing a finger to the Soviet Patch. "I have fought proudly for my Soviet Union in the past, present, and hopefully in the future." He said, "Also... Rodnik?"
Punky chuckled at that, "It's fine, dear." The Russian soldier told Katja, "You give me a reason to return to this dump. And, not just because you're pretty. Because of a free drink." Punky joked, "You be safe in here. All types of nasty people. Don't let your guard down." He told the woman, "For Russia's sake, don't."
Punky smiled, "I'm only nasty when my dates want me to be." He said to Katja, soon standing and following behind her when she moved towards the stairs. He thought that he might as well turn in too. "We'll just have to see, Katja. We'll just have to see if it's possible for you to get any prettier."
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