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Vadim Leonov

This large man of Russian descent is a professional information extractor, also known as a torturer.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by xTheSmokex

Description

Name: Vadim Leonov

Aliases: Bear Man, Truth Bringer

Species: Human

Ethnicity: Russian

Age: 103 Years Old (Age Frozen at 33 Years Old)

Height: 7'5"

Weight and Body Type: 315 lbs. Vadim is an extremely muscular individual, overweight only because of the thick muscles of his body.

Skin color: Leathery tan.

Hair color: Jet black.

Eye color: Shit brown.

Hair Style: Long, rough, wavy hair that is pulled back into a tight ponytail.

Facial Hair: A short, but full, black beard.

Tattoos/Markings: He has no tattoos, but there are two scars running down and parallel to each other on his left cheek.

Facial Features: Vadim's features are hard and unforgiving. It's hard to look into his dark eyes for too long without being intimidated. He has a stone jaw and a big nose, creating almost a shark effect.

Skills/Abilities: Mr. Leonov has unnatural brute strength and is quite fast given his size. He is a trained soldier and was part of a super-soldier program - which has stunted his aging - from back in the soviet days and can handle most, if not all, firearms - maybe even a blade if you put it in his ginormous hand. On a darker note, he is a trained and highly experienced torturer, able to get information out of any person or machine, guaranteed. He is a professional in the trade of scare tactics and knows how to make a man fear. Aside from that, he is an impressive speed-eater and can down more alcohol than should be possible.

{Clothing}

Vadim can usually be found wearing a pleasant button-down with his sleeves rolled up, slacks, and loafers. But his apparel can be changed on a daily basis depending on the day's activities.

Personality
This Russian giant can be described "intense". Once engaged in conversation, his words aren't necessarily few, but they are well-chosen. He can be very intimidating, and folks could find it particularly hard to make him laugh, or even so much as smile. Whenever alone, he seems to be deep in thought, with a slightly troubled look upon his countenance. He is not a mean man, but he is blunt, which makes him hard to swallow for some people.

Equipment
Vadim carries a wallet, a flip-phone, and sometimes a great, bloody burlap sack which contains a vast number of different instruments for torture, or as he calls it, "Information Obtainment."

So begins...

Vadim Leonov's Story

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Vadim Leonov got out of his cab, silently paying the driver his twenty bucks. The giant of a man - standing at 6'7" and weighing in at a massive 250 lbs - was dressed in a silky red button-down,

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/megot out of his cab, silently paying the driver his twenty bucks. The giant of a man - standing at 6'7" and weighing in at a massive 250 lbs - was dressed in a silky red button-down, black slacks, and black loafers. His long and rough, wavy black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, and he bore a short, but full, black beard. Two pink vertical scars ran parallel down his left cheek - all of this, plus his hard features, made him look like quite the intimidating man. He walked straight into the bar, his dark brown eyes glancing here and there at the mass of entering people. Vadim's figure soon loomed over the bar, and he took a seat, immediately ordering a glass of vodka on the rocks. Meanwhile, he let his eyes drift, people-watching, perhaps looking for some company even though he looked to be the brooding type...then again, never judge a book by its cover.

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The large, bear-like Russian man came through the doors of Gambit's looking as serious and nonchalant as ever. He wore black pants, boots, and a form-fitting shirt that displayed his hefty muscles - this man was as much of a giant as one could get without actually being related to the giant family. Over his clothes he wore a dirty white apron which was splattered with fresh blood, a few droplets were scattered across his face as well. He wore doctor's gloves and held a bloody skill-saw in his left hand. He hardly made a note of anyone at all as he strolled heavily behind the bar, ignoring the few sounds of dismay from the robot bartenders, and began to disassemble the parts of the bloody saw at the sink and rinse them off, keeping his latex gloves on the whole time.

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Vadim Leonov washed each part quickly and throughly, as if he had done it a million times...which was not altogether impossible. It wasn't long before he had set all of the parts aside to dry, stripped off his gloves and apron, and washed his hands and face of any blood left behind. And there he was, 6'7", long black hair pulled into a tight ponytail, full black beard, and tight-ropes of forearms as he folded them across his chest behind the bar.

He turned to look at Imolee on the other side of the bar and asked in his thick, Russian accent, "Would you like drink?"

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Vadim Leonov looked at her for a few moments after she had answered. Although his face was uncomfortably blank, he seemed to be gauging whether or not that's what she really wanted to drink, or if she was pulling his leg. But finally he shrugged, nodded and replied, "Very well, I see if I can find juice, I don't work here." If he was meaning to be funny, well that could be debated for centuries, but his words were true, he'd never been behind the bar, and so his search began.

His massive form moved about in the area, though he didn't lumber, he was not clumsy. Vadim opened a mini-fridge and muttered something under his breath before pulling out two cartons of orange juice. His shit-brown eyes fell on the lady again and he asked, raising the two cartons, "Pulp, nor no pulp?"

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Vadim Leonov nodded and replied with a faint smile, "Surprise...I'm good at that." He strolled on over to another section behind the bar, picked off a glass from and upper shelf, made sure it was clear of dust, and then set it down in front of himself, hiding it from view of Imolee. He made a slow, deliberate move, as if to make sure she wasn't peeking, and then proceeded to pour whichever juice into the glass.

His large form approached her again just a few moments later, setting the glass down in front of her. "I put both in...so...pulp. Okay, I am not good at surprises." He smiled then, no teeth, but the gesture stuck out greatly from his usual hum-drum complexion.

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Vadim Leonov rested his arms on his side of the bar and rested his weight there, appearing to lose himself in thought at her question. Before long his eyes came back to rest on her, spotting the scar on her jaw, and suddenly being vaguely aware of the two parallel scars running down his left cheek. His gaze shifted away, hopefully before she thought he was staring and he slowly shook his head, "No fee, this bar, makes enough money to buy every building for two blocks in ever direction, eh?" He nodded, very sure of his answer, and then turned back to face her once again.

"I would not mind a name though," he continued. Vadim's eyebrows furrowed, and then unwound before saying, "I think it would be...eh...un-rude for me to say my name first, no? Vadim Leonov." He held out a rough and fairly gigantic right hand in her direction to shake.

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Vadim Leonov let go of her hand gingerly enough, as if he were maybe afraid of accidentally hurting her. After folding his arm with the other on the bar once again, he smiled and answered fairly proudly, "Mother Russia, it is...a long way from here. But..." he said this rather regretfully, "I have not been in long time. So I find new home." The large man nodded definitively, looked behind himself to check on the drying pieces of the skill-saw, and then returned his attention to Imolee.

"And no, 'Mr. Leonov', Vadim," he finished with a small smile, momentarily placing a hand on his chest. "It is nice to meet you. How about you? You come from here?"

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Vadim Leonov spotted the empty glass, and before anything else, he was suddenly spun around and headed for the spot he had left the cartons. "Well," he spoke from the other side of the bar, his accent and deep voice still easy to pluck out amongst the crowd, "don't be sorry, you did not kick me out. I had to leave for betterment of all country. That is all I can say, government solidarity."

He shrugged, walking back over to her, "Nothing I can do. But Scotland, yes, I recognize your tongue. I once had Scot-friend, he was insane, good fighter though." Vadim nodded along to his own words, gently clearing her hands of the glass before pouring her another, "What are you doing so far from home?" The Russian once again checked back on the drying parts and let himself take a shifty glance across the taproom.

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Vadim Leonov sighed and looked around the bar area, contemplating whether or not to take a bottle of alcohol for his own drinking pleasure. He spotted his bloodied apron though and decided to give it a good knuckling-down, not that it would take the dark-red stains away. He strode on over to the hook where he had hung the thing, took it over to the sink, ran the hot water, and began to tediously rub away all of the blood willing to come off of the apron.

He began to mumble an old folk song under his breath - if anyone could hear his deep voice, the song sounded mystical, as if it were written ages ago in a more forgotten time. All the while his eyes shifted from his work on the apron to all of the different people in the bar, beginning to wish more and more for company. Talking was good, he'd learned, it helped keep his mind off of...work.

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Vadim Leonov sighed quietly and finished kneading his apron - the end result wasn't all that bad, but signs that blood had been present were apparent. He wrung it out considerably, and then put it back on the hook to dry. Meanwhile he made sure the skill-saw's parts were dry before he put the dangerous tool back together. He pulled the trigger for half a second, and a loud, mechanic whirring sounded off, the blade continued to spin for a minute after he had let go of the trigger - dangerous indeed.

Figuring it was time to leave the behind-the-bar area, Vadim reached below the bar top, pulled out a large bottle of vodka with his free hand, walked around the bar, and took a seat by Raize. He set the saw down, tugged open the bottle of vodka, and took a few great gulps before letting it rest on the bar, keeping his large hand wrapped around the neck of the bottle and staring off into distant space.

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Vadim Leonov felt eyes on him, if just for a moment, and grew uncomfortable. There was a certain sense of paranoia one had after doing the things he had done, seeing the things he had seen, and for living much longer than any human should...

And so, his looming figure was standing once again, and moving around the bar. The large saw in his left hand, the bottle in his right - he looked quite intimidating, even if he hadn't have been quite as big as he was. He wanted conversation, not eyes, but no one looked all that warm and welcoming to him. Harsh place, he would rather be in a deathly Russian winter standing stark naked than be exiled in a place of mingling.

That's when he spotted the two children and their mother in a booth by the hearth. Realizing that holding a bottle of booze in one hand and a large mechanical saw in the other might be a bit...off-putting, he set them down on a nearby table, and the hulking figure casually strolled over to their table. He smiled at the kids, lips only, but again, the gesture was very apparent on his usually blank face. Vadim then looked at Violet, "May I sit here? A taproom should make friends of strangers, and I not know about you, but I like friends."

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The great bear of a man slid in next to Darren, immediately covering the boy in shadow. He smiled back at Violet and shrugged, "Just wandering, for the most part. I like finding hole in the wall places like these." At this, a wide gesture toward the taproom. His Russian accent was heavily apparent, years of being away from his country hadn't changed his way of speaking in the least.

He turned to the little girl and pointed at the slinky, "Would you like me to fix?"

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Vadim Leonov gave the bar another once-over before retrieving his damp apron, saw, and bottle. The massive Russian walked heavily up the stairs, mentally preparing himself for another night of rough sleep that was bound to be full of nightmares. Oh yes, it was fun to be Vadim.

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Vadim Leonov stood there near the hearth, his chest gently heaving up and down as his body recognized the work being put into it. The great bear of a man wore only a dark pair of jeans and boots, but bore no top. His plain white teeshirt hung neatly on a nearby chair. The Russian man had a woodcutting axe in hand as he had been cutting logs for the fire. He continued to do this, long after the wood-halves were highly stacked.

He looked fierce, black hair pulled into a ponytail, a full black beard, forearms like thick ropes, forearms like boulders, and supremely barrel-chested - his physique was indeed something of a marvel, made even more impressive by his 6'7" height. A thin sheen of sweat glossed the upper portion of his body, and he rested his weight on the axe with one hand as he wiped the perspiration from his brow with the other.

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Still leaning on the axe, his breathing rapidly slowing down, Vadim felt eyes and turned his head to look at the glaring man. His eyebrows furrowed at the man's expression, but he simply nodded at him, "Comrade," and then lifted his axe to chop another log in half.

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Vadim Leonov turned once again to look at the man...he seemed a bit off. "Ah...to my knowledge, yes, this is bar." He shooke his head slightly and was just about to slice into yet another log when he heard footsteps followed by an excited squeal. The giant man turned to look at who had called to him and smiled at the find, "Hallo little one." He recognized her and Darren, but not the texting one. But, remembering he was indeed topless, he effortlessly sunk the axe into the nearest log, took up his plain white tee from the chair, and slid it on.

"How are you today?" he asked, walking up to her, holding out his massive hand for a high-five, crouching down slightly so she could reach.

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Vadim Leonov laughed mightily at her interpretation of a Russian accent and replied, "I am well, thank you." She managed to grab onto his pinky, and as she began to tug him along, he smiled and replied, "I eat a lot, too much cake for Vadim."

Once Demi had gotten Josaphine's attention, he waved away the apology with his free hand and replied, "No need for apologize, she is being friendly." He turned his head down to the little one now, "We meet last night, but I don't think we exchanged names, eh?" He lifted his free hand to shake Josaphine's, "I am Vadim Leonov, it is pleasure meeting you and little ones." He jutted his chin to Darren, and then down at Demi.

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Vadim Leonov smiled broadly and shook his head, "I couldn't imagine anyone not being fond of this one. Sweeter than apple pie, no?" Before taking a seat, he eyed the bar area behind him, just making sure no one was plotting to bomb the building or call in an airstrike before he got comfortable, it always seemed to happen. "Ah, babysitter, I've done before. I am not good at it, though. Children have more energy than me." That seemed a little more than unlikely, given his build, but he seemed to just be making conversation anyway.

For the second time, he slid into the booth beside Darren, shadowing him out once again. Vadim's features formed into a half-smile when the boy plainly claimed to not be a baby. "Of course not, you are big, strong man," he said encouragingly, giving the boy a light tap on the chest with his behemoth of a hand, which just might have felt like a wall hitting him. "And...your mother...know OF me." He laughed a bit and continued, "Last night we first met, same with me and you."

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He laughed and shrugged, "Better than seventy-two pounds of salt, eh?" Vadim turned his attention back to the little girl, who had just climbed into his lap. Not sure how their caretaker would react, he opened his mouth in a vague protest, glancing up at Josaphine, but before he could say anything, Demi brought the slinky to his attention.

The Russian man looked at her with a dramatically enhanced look of impressment. "Hey now, that is not bad, well done," he said, taking the other end of she slinky and giving it a small shake of his own. He vaguely began to wonder where he could buy one of his own...

"Ah, I apologize, Comrade," he said to the boy, lifting his hand as if in defeat. "I mean not to offend." At his last statement, Vadim was flushed into silence; that was a little more than he wanted to know about their mother. He seemed pretty resentful of the fact, though, but the large man decided not to indulge, it was not his place to inquire. So instead he fell to jesting, "Well, I am sure a handsome young man as yourself talks to a fine number of ladies, no?"

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Oh man, it was hard to say the right thing to this boy. Vadim watched and listened on as Josaphine and Darren bickered amongst themselves, more than a bit surprised at the young man's harsh words. Boys should not have to think like that, at least not so young. But watching him, having the young one in his lap... violent memories rushed into his head like a flash flood. His past, things he had done. Children, so many of them he had...

He blinked and Demi was asking him about milkshakes. "Ah...of course I do, milkshakes I like more than slinkies," he smiled down at her, more than happy to keep up the game between them. Turning to Jospahine he asked conversationally, "Where does their mother work?"

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"Well, that sounds pleasant," he replied nodding, a small smile on his face. He was getting the feeling that their mother wasn't quite the woman Darren had made her out to be. Vadim looked down as the slinky was dropped in his hand, and then shifted his gaze to the leaving Demi.

He looked up at Josaphine and held up a hand, whether or not she made a move to stop or venture with the little girl. "I will go with her, many strange people in bar today." And with that, the giant of a man stood up and followed Demi to the bar. He slunk one arm underneath the both of hers and lifted her onto one of the barstools more or less away from everyone else.

"Four milkshakes," he said to one of the robotic bartenders. What would you like them spiked with, sir?, it replied. "Just, milkshakes. And hurry, the girl is thirsty." He laughed and playfully poked Demi in the ribs as the robot got to work.

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He watched the robot as it worked, switching his attention only to Demi. He smiled at her question, opened his mouth to answer, thought about it a moment, and then replied, "I am from a different place than here. People in different places speak different ways. I am sure your mother is from different place than here. And you, you must be from Heaven, you speak like little angel." He laughed and ruffled her hair with his free hand, momentarily pocketing the slinky that he had been holding in order to take the milkshakes that came to them now.

Free of charge for woodcutting services, Mr. Leonov., the robot said and then wheeled away. He inwardly sighed at the robotic pronunciation of his last name, but didn't object. Instead he lifted the girl from her barstool and lowered her gently back to the floor. He took two of the milkshakes and held them against his chest with his arm and took the other two in his hands. He knelt down and handed Demi her treat, "Think you can carry it by yourself?"

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"Can't say I've heard of Estonee, maybe long ways from here," he replied thoughtfully. At the sound of a gunshot, he frowned and looked over at the scene - so much violence in this place, always. "Alright, off to the table with us, little angel. He lightly prodded her with his free hand so that she would walk in front of him, and he could keep an eye on her and any flying objects from the nearby aggression.

Nonetheless, he was a sucker for sweets himself, and he helped himself to a healthy slurp of milkshake...pure bliss. Once they arrived at the table, Vadim slid Josaphine and Darren their respective milkshakes before sliding into his seat once again, "Happy New Year, or something!" he called out cheerfully before taking another gulp.

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"Megaphones," he replied simply to Demi's question with a slight frown. "Most people who come in bar can't hear, so they use megaphones to yell so they can hear." Without really giving her a moment to think about his answer, he took her milkshake, set it down on the table, then scooted over, lifted the girl, and sat her in between Darren and himself.

Vadim looked warily out into the growing abyss of madness with more than a scowl on his face, though he didn't let the kids see, at least not the two smallest, Josaphine may have caught a glimpse. "I'll be right back." The large man walked around the confrontation, smartly looking away from heated energies to protect himself, found a few window curtains, and then trudged back to the booth, all the while not so much as spitting at the combatants. Once returned with the cloth, he stood up on the cushioned seat beside Demi, the booth groaning in protest to his weight, and he hung the curtains around their booth, blocking the view of most of the conflict and at least sheathing most of the louder sounds. He hopped heavily back down to the floor, looked over his work for a moment, and once satisfied, sat back down, sliding the curtain back into place.

There was still more than enough light in their now-private booth so see, and so he took a sip of his milkshake, covering a portion of his upper lip in the stuff, and then looked at Demi with a smile, "Twins."