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|| AKIM FILAT ORLOV ||

“The appreciation for the scientific study has depreciated greatly, such a disappointment.”

|| THE BAREBONES ||

|| Full Name ||
Akim Filat Orlov

|| Nickname ||
Mr. Scientist, Boss, Sir, Doctor

|| Age ||
Thirty-Five, maybe…

|| Gender ||
Male

|| Birthdate ||
August, Twenty-Ninth

|| Astrological Sign ||
Virgo

|| Sexuality ||
Pfft…

|| Role ||
Experimenting Scientist/Hunter

|| Face Claim ||
Iwamine Shuu (Pseudo-Human Appearance)

|| THE PORTRAIT ||

|| Hair Colour ||
Light Brown

|| Eye Colour ||
Light Purple

|| Skin Tone ||
Light Cream

|| Height ||
Six Feet Two Inches

|| Weight ||
One-Hundred-Ninety Pounds

|| Scars ||
Who Knows?

|| Tattoos/Piercings ||
None.

|| THE SMOKESCREEN ||

|| Positive ||
PASSIONATE: He’s very into whatever he does, be it a good thing or a bad thing in the eyes of anyone else. There’s nothing that will stop him from achieving what he’s set out to do as he blinds himself to anything that isn’t his passion; which is currently discovering how mutants tick.

|| Negative ||
UNPREDICTABLE: No one ever knows what he’s going to do next and so working with him or around him can be a bit dangerous. His moods and desires change rapidly and he can demand anything at any time and expect it immediately. It’s very stressful for other people.

|| Likes ||
His Job: He’s absolutely in love with his position in charge of experimentation and observation under the name of the monarchy. Paid to do the very thing he loves so much; which is learning about something no one else understands.

|| Dislikes ||
SWEEPERS: Nothing more than gun slugging thugs who abuse and batter his materials and call him names. He’d be better off without them but he knows he needs them to get the better subjects – he could get them himself but he doesn’t like to leave his lab.

|| Dreams ||
To study EVERYTHING there is left to study.

|| Fears ||
Losing his job mostly; he worked hard to get into the position and prove he was the best and he doesn’t want to lose that any time soon. It’s perhaps what drives him to work so hard in the first place.

|| THE REALITY ||

|| Occupation ||
Experimental Scientist in the Name Of The Monarchy

|| Romantic Interest ||
Oh Toyo~

|| Theme Song ||
Unsustainable - Muse

|| Family ||
As If He’d Tell Anyone

|| Biography ||
So you want to know all about my past? All about what I was and who I was and how I managed to get where I am right now? Hahahahaha, no, no. I don’t think so.

“Did I always used to be this way, you ask? Hmm… I wonder.”

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Akim Filat Orlov's Story

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#2013-09-16 05:43:11, as written by Seijichan

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#2013-09-16 05:45:30, as written by Seijichan

Noon
Downtown | Dr. Orlov's Lab

Sweeping was always the best part of my job. Going on onto the field and ridding the world of the scum that clung to the streets…. Even better than sweeping was when I was able to go out solo because no one could tell me not to kill if I wanted to. That was what the Hunters were originally for, correct? I wanted to continue that. I wanted to aid in the extinction of those vile things. I wanted to watch the life slip away from them as they struggled to grasp it and…. Thoughts like these made me tingle. I grasped my taser a little tighter, more than just slightly disappointed in its uselessness to me and my troupe and I ambled down along the streets. It was obvious they weren’t happy either, but who in their right mind was? I growled low in her throat, scanning the surroundings for anything that looked remotely mutated, finding nothing. But that was the problem. Not all of them showed physical manifestations, so any one of the crowd passing us by could be….

Those were dangerous thoughts. I tried to shake them forcibly from my head, reacting quickly to a shout to my left as the best kind of distraction that could possibly be provided. One of my men had wrenched a woman’s arm behind her back and forced her to the ground. Coming closer, I noticed with a frown that the woman had rather common black-brown hair, and then as she looked up along my legs, across my body and finally at my face, startling pure white eyes. I recoiled. “It’s hideous. Good find, keep looking.” Binding the woman’s arms behind her back, I kept a close eye on her for the next hour, and then a few more as my men made good on their work. At the end of the street, we’d come up with three.

“Let’s take these wretches to the doctor.”

I forced them at taser-point toward the train systems followed by one of my more trusted men, and from there it was a straight shot to the Government Medical Research Facility, guarded by military personnel twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. I scowled the whole way there, enough that the guards stepped out of the way without pressing me for identification. Just inside, I gave one of the slower mutants a good shove to make her walk faster (I wanted out of there as fast as possible, of course), which caused her to topple to the ground where she curled in on herself. Swiftly, my boot found her ribs as my anger mounted. My man took the others ahead. I would deal with this one. “On your feet, useless piece of shit!” When she didn’t move, I kicked her hard again. Over and over, until she’d managed to force herself to stand just to escape my wrath. A few steps and she stumbled to the sides, her arms wrapped protectively around her mid-section. She looked sickly. I thought for a moment, and the idea that she might be with child actually fueled my rage; a gloved hand found its way into her hair, her head was forced to meet the wall more than once, until she bled. “Walk!” It went this way until we’d reached Dr. Akim Orlov’s lab, and when the door slid open, I threw her bloodied body down on the floor. It was okay if she bled here. I didn’t mind that so much.

“There you go, Orlov. And I think it’s a female, too. Have at it, you twisted old crow.”

To say that I was well-acquainted with Akim Orlov…. Well. That would be an understatement.

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#2013-09-16 19:12:17, as written by NeonBursts

Noon
Medical Research Facility

Any other morning I would have woken up early to check on the patients but I’d slept in that morning because I could, because I wanted to and because my blankets had been freshly washed. Nothing like sleeping under a freshly washed blanket inside of a dark room filled with the beeping of monitors. It was no secret that I lived in the facility to maintain constant contact with my projects and subjects. I always felt a little twinge of panic if I left the front doors and that just grew worse the longer and further away I got until I had to come running back. I don’t trust anyone here with my work and I don’t trust them to do any of it the way I would like to see it get done and none of them work as hard as I’d like. If they’re going to be here they have to work like this is the best job they’ve ever had or they can go the fuck home. So when I woke up about an hour before noon I had a feeling that they’d managed to fuck something up without letting me know about it. Wouldn’t be very surprising considering none of them know what they’re goddamn doing and I have to be up everyone’s ass all the time to make sure shit gets done. That’s why subjects were dying left and right – no one knew had to prolong any of them so that I could get decent observations from them. I was already prepared to hear that someone had passed while I was sleeping and the thought began to irritate me until the doors to my room opened and the young intern they’d sent me peeked in. I was more concerned about the mug in her hand and I yawned and waved her over as I slipped out of bed.

“D-Doctor, they’re saying guest forty-seven is giving signs of seizure.”

“Seizure?”

“Yes.”

Interesting, but not as interesting as the red on her face when she handed me my mug and I smiled down at her pleasantly. “You turn any more red and I’ll think you’re trying to seduce me with your innocence,” I murmured softly. Her shoulders jolted and I grew bored with teasing her – the reactions were much too predictable unlike my best friend and favourite hunter. “Get out so I can change and tell them to give that guest something. I don’t need him choking on his own spit before I can take notes.” I waved my hand at her as I sipped from my mug; vanilla flavoured vodka touched my tongue and brightened my day. The day before it had been blueberry and before that someone had brought me cherry flavoured. It was nice to get those kinds of surprises first thing in the morning and I’d be a little bit more lenient towards people as long as they were lenient towards my expectations of them. I was preparing for a new shipment of guests and I was hoping that the rooms for them had been cleaned of their old tenants’ stories. It’s best to make them feel as comfortable as possible before bringing about the tests because then they get this sense of comfort and are less likely to pull any tricks when we bring them down. A trick yes, but no one ever said anything about doing it for their benefit at all. I could really care less about making them comfortable but some people still have issues with treating living things like dirt. Strange people and their strange little ideals; so much like the old head honcho who used to work around here. Rest him in whichever patients got his organs. His death was completely coincidental to my being hired.

Just as I’d managed to get dressed I heard an announcement over the intercom that the hunters were coming and I made my way to the front desk to greet them; very much hoping she would be there. Of course… with her comes a battered and abused guest that is completely useless to me until we spend money and time nursing them back to full health. Annoying. I managed to walk into the main section of my lab just as the main doors opened and shut and I stared with disbelief at the bloodied body that was dropped to the floor. “Of course…. Not once can you respect my profession you trigger happy thug!” I snapped at someone and gestured to the body in signal that they should put it somewhere so it wouldn’t continue to run red all over my pristine floor. “Toyo, I always love seeing you but bringing me half dead subjects doesn’t help me at all,” I muttered tiredly as I slipped on my glasses. “One day surprise me by not being a bitch to my work and maybe I’ll use my strings to get you something nice.” I stepped over the blood pool and hoped someone would clean it soon and looked down at the hunter with a smile before kissing the top of her head; for fun. “Now, how’s that baby girl of yours? Still doing good in school?” I wandered off as I asked to find someone to tell me about that seizure patient. I needed to know what was up with that.

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#2013-09-18 07:03:05, as written by Seijichan

Noon
Downtown

Words were often whispered about my extracurricular activities concerning Dr. Akim Orlov. One time, I caught two young ladies pondering the idea of my having relations with the scientific researcher, and they promptly found themselves jobless. It’s probably because I’ve been seen in such situations with him that obviously generate the wrong sort of impression about our relationship. To lay it out straight, I hated him. Whenever I saw him, I wanted to snap his neck like a chicken. My abnormal ability to glare at him for hours on end stemmed not from the fact that he was a very good-looking man, or that it could literally take hours to wonder how he’d become such a twisted old crow, but merely because looking at him pissed me off. It was his attitude. I hated him even more every time he had something to say; that and the fact that it was his lab that kept me from getting the position I wanted at work. If he didn’t have to research then I wouldn’t have to load him up with subjects. That was common sense that somehow my underlings couldn’t seem to understand. It didn’t help, either, that he randomly popped over to my apartment for dinner a couple nights a week because Tsutsumi is an amazing chef for her young age. It pisses me off even more that she likes him and keeps calling to tell him what’s for dinner because she’s worried he doesn’t eat a balanced enough diet. I love my daughter. I do. But some days I wonder if we’re really even related. I think she was switched with someone else’s kid ten years ago when I spent six days in recovery unlike most mothers who check in, have the kid, wait for a check-up, and walk out hours later. Maybe I’m just special. It’s a long and gruesome story, so I don’t plan on going into detail; but basically Tsumi decided she was going to wait forty-eight hours into labor to come out backwards and upside-down while the doctors dragged their asses attending to me because, “Oh no, Mrs. Harada, you should be alright for the next few hours.” Like fuck.

I still hold a grudge about that. If I ever see that guy again, I’ll introduce his face to his prostate; then I’ll tell him he should be okay for the next few hours and leave him like that. Lucky for him I haven’t seen him again. Maybe he’s dead. That would be a little sad, seeing as I haven’t had revenge yet.

What am I complaining for? I have a genius child who does her homework without my help and makes meals for me. I’m not saying I use her as a slave; actually, on occasion I let her relax and watch TV while I make dinner. These are the days that I bolt the door to the frame because Akim Orlov is never to see me in an apron ever, lest I scoop his eyeballs from his head with a melon baller and super glue them to his ass cheeks. One each. Then I’ll tie his wrists to his ankles and draw a smiley on him with permanent marker…. That would be really awkward-looking. Either way, I’d then send him home like that. No! I’ll lock him on my balcony where all the other residents can see while he struggles to find a way back inside; because there’s a two hundred foot drop from my balcony to the streets of Downtown. Actually, we can see the entrance to the Lab Facility from my balcony, and I suspect that’s part of the reason why Akim comes over for dinner so often. He lives at the facility, probably because he’s too stupid to get an apartment close by. That or he’s so infatuated with his work that he can’t leave shit alone long enough to actually relax. Funny enough, that sounds a lot like Tsutsumi, which makes me wonder if my child actually wasn’t swapped out for one of Akim’s science experiments. This concerns me to no end.

I scowled darkly as his lips touched the top of my head, and with my hands fisted, I began to shake. Not only that, but walking away after asking me a direct question! This was why I brought him half-dead mutants—he deserved it. I remember the first time I met him, in that very lab. I was fresh from training, just beginning a final initiation course where I had the chance to learn all the ropes, including wrangling live sacrifices for research. That first time, I had been attacked by a man that I had to subdue by force, leaving him a broken, bloody mess. He was still alive, so we took him into the lab where I was introduced to the Head Scientist at the time; I remember that Akim was just a tagalong back then. It wasn’t until about five years later that I actually spoke to him. My first few years as a Private, it wasn’t my job to talk to anyone—I just did what I was told and left. Of course, from the beginning I’d been bringing my victims in war torn and most of them even dead. I brought the captives in for the day, dumped them on the floor and was about to leave when I saw him again for the first time in a long while. Covered head-to-toe in blood, telling me how unfortunate it was that his boss had just died. I had gained in experience, skill, and rank, so I was a little more comfortable staying for a little chat. When I examined him, I could respect that he was an intelligent man, if not a little messy. So no, I didn’t always hate his guts. It wasn’t until after I’d actually talked to him three or four times that I decided that he wasn’t the kind of person that most people choose to keep around without some kind of incentive.

“Tsutsumi? Actually, she’s the top of her— Hey! Don’t you walk away from me like that!” I chased him down. Why? Because I can. And when I caught him, I grabbed him by the lab coat and implanted my fist in the side of his face. No one—and I mean no one— treats me like I’m invisible.

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#2013-09-18 21:37:56, as written by NeonBursts

Noon
Medical Research Facility

For ten years I’d been dealing with Toyotomi, in the beginning rather scarcely as I trailed along behind my mentor ever so silent an observant as I waited. He was an older gentleman, alive since the beginning of Eden fifty years ago. He’d seen the sky and the Earth before the bubble dropped and he’d often tell me about it while he was sitting at his desk working. He was sympathetic toward the mutants and found it difficult to do some of the tasks that were required in order to research them and so he’d left those to other people; which I found incompetent. He was our leader and he was supposed to be there through everything to make sure that it was all working out the way it should have been. It upset me. I didn’t have any particular soft spots for anyone and so when I turned thirty and he died I was rather thankful for it – it meant I could do things the right way. Since he hadn’t liked the prospects of… surgeries on the subjects I’d gotten that out of the way the very next day. One of them had this pretty little mark all over their torso and I wanted to see if beauty was only skin deep…. So I did what I had to do. Turns out the mark is like a mole and it can go so deep it actually appears on the muscle beneath the skin. Anyway, it was during/after this that Toyotomi came in and I spoke to her without the old man there and we had our first conversation. I’d heard about her from her husband at the time. His department would bully their way into the facility to try and steal our research so they could abuse mutant powers for their own thug gain. It was all about violence with those people while we were more about understanding. Shinsen Harada was among them but he was different.

He was much more pleasant than his blood thirsty compadres. He introduced himself, asked how things were going, apologized for his brutes actions and then went on to talk about his baby girl and beautiful wife. For a while he made idle chitchat with me while the old man flustered about trying to keep everyone out of his work. If there was one thing we were all against, it was the military gaining notes we didn’t want them to have on the advances we’d made in our knowledge of mutant abilities. Talking with him was interesting enough and how he spoke about Toyo didn’t accurately fit with what I saw of her when she dropped off subjects. They were like two different people but I said nothing on the matter and simply listened to him as he spoke ever so happily about his life at home. That was the day that he’d stayed behind after the brute force left and the old man told me he’d be coming around a lot more often. A volunteer to accept mutant DNA transfer. I think that was when I actually, truly came to appreciate him and the lengths he was willing to go to for his own work. Over that year before his death I’d gotten to known him and somehow he’d gotten to me regardless of how hard I tried to keep my shit private. I suppose you could say we’d become friends over the time that he was with us and I did come to miss him when the experiment went severely wrong. I’ve never been able to come open with it to Toyo but she wasn’t supposed to know that he was in hijinks with the Research Facility.

Speaking of Toyo… I know all about the rumours that go about concerning my relationship with huntress extraordinaire Harada Toyotomi. Whether or not they’re true is completely irrelevant to the fact that Shinsen asked me a favour right before the unfortunate moment of his death. They’re also irrelevant to the fact that she’s the most interesting person I know and I like that about her. “Can someone please bring me the surveillance on that fucking seizure patient? I’m fucking blind right now!” I called out. I sensed that Toyo was chasing me down and when there was a tug on my coat I half expected the retaliation and I lifted a hand to grab onto his wrist just as it had finished connecting with my cheekbone. “That was a good one. Fuck, that hurt you know. It’s going to swell up now.” I pulled her closer and smiled ever so happily despite how much my face was hurting. “You should be more careful in a lab full of expensive equipment, you break it you’ll have to replace it,” I chided before I placed my lips by her ear and rested my free hand against her hips in threat of either bringing her closer or pushing her further away. “If you’re going to get so physical with me you should wait until there aren’t so many people around…. Unless you’re into that kind of thing.” I tightened my grip against her hip just slightly and grinned just a little bit. “I’m sure the people around here wouldn’t mind something to keep their mind off the gruesome work,” I whispered, just for her. That was when I let her go and stepped back, accepting the clipboard that was handed to me along with a tablet.

“You and your crusade can go now. I’ve got actual work to do and someone might be dying. Do svidaniya, krasivyye.” I winked at her before rushing off in a flurry – to find ice and my mug. Fuck, my face hurt.

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