1. Name: Nikolai Volkova
2. Age: 23
3. Sex: Male
4. Occupational skills (ie: former doctor; student; etc.): Former art student.
5. Hair color: Brown
6. Eye color: Green
7. Height: 6' 0"
8. Sexual preference: Men
9. Family (if any): A father, mother and sister, who live in another surviving town across the country.
Nikolai's silky, chocolate brown hair frames a face equipped with dark stubble. His eyes are an almost translucent green. One of his eyebrows is almost always cocked, a display of how much tension he tends to hold in his face. He keeps jaw locked tight, his eyes always straining as he looks at others.
He stands at six feet, though he was a tendency to slouch and slump his shoulders. His skin is rather pale; one of his arms covered in a full sleeve of tattoos. He has a nose piercing, usually wearing a ring through his nostril. His build is toned, seeing as he tries to exercise as much as possible to keep up his strength in case of a combative situation. He has a rather nasty scar extending about six inches down his forearm; the result of someone trying to raid him for weapons.
Nikolai has always been isolated and secretive. He keeps his life under wraps, much about him unknown to everyone around him. He has a lingering Russian accent. When he does decide to make conversation with someone, he has the tendency to mumble and speak sarcastically.
He makes strong eye contact with everyone passes on his daily trips through the city. It was his form of intimidation; allowing everyone to know that he wasn't some weakling to be targeted. He is very sharp-witted, and in many ways the strong, silent type.
He carries a pistol at his hip, as well as a butterfly knife. He is afraid to carry much else in fear of being mugged for his possessions.
Nikolai spent most of his life in Russia, moving to America when he was 15 years old. He spent all of his childhood on his grandparents' farm. He was quickly shoved into the city life when his father accepted an engineering job in Glass Heights.
Though he has lived here for 8 years now, he has never made any true attempt at making friends. He was far too used to being alone or with farm animals to be bothered with human contact. However, moving to the city did strike up his interest in the arts and inspired him to pursue formal schooling for his drawing and painting.
When the war deteriorated the world as everyone knew it, Nikolai's father heard word of another city across the country with a still operating factory that was shipping supplies to survivors worldwide. He made the rash decision to up and leave the increasingly dangerous Glass Heights, taking Nikolai's mother and sister with him. However. Nikolai, who was much to stubborn to up and move again, decided to brave the city and all that came with it.
