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Viktor Breznov

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

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'Fenris'
The Savage Slave
""I am Fenrir. I can only remember being called Fenrir, I am Fenris like my other self."

Full-Name: Viktor Breznov Conrad
Gender: Male
Age: Thirty-One
Ethnicity/Race: Russian(Human/Infected with 'Chupamorphism*')
Eight: 6'8"
Weight: 290ibs

Description & Personality:
Vikor is a muscle-bound and slender man. His visage commands respect and primal power, animals whimper around him and even those smaller than himself seem to be in awe. But Breznov is a gentle giant, if but one that is a sarcastic, spiteful individual. He also happens to have a split and more savage personality, hiding beneath his other self for just the right time to surface.

He has some peculiarities, a second pair of eyelids and cat-like yellow eyes. Despite this, the being looks like an everyday human, but upon his neck is a collar made out of steel and blinking red lights.

He's trained in three different martial arts and prefers to keep to street fighting. It's practically over anything else to him.

*Chupamorphis:
A being infected with Chupamorphis is commonly called a Chupacabra or a Goatsucker. The infection originates as a bite from a local Mexican Chupacabra and the infected gain an alternate inhuman form. We called them the Original breed, they were swift and lethal like a panther. But we did not expect what we would get some-one born a Chupacabra and a Russian at the least. This breed was deadly, they could take on a lion or a werewolf and come out unscathed during the right circumstances.

This breed is able to swim and run equally, which is extremely fast. The carapace it has is extremely hard shielding and its entire body has natural active camouflage in which it takes the form of strange-lights to easily camouflage in urban settings or lure people into a deadly trap. It's 'beard' is actually whiskers must like a cats coated with a marking fluid which has the same properties of a paralyzing isotoxin which has the added effect of adding an anti-coagulant for an easy meal. It can smell like a dog, see like a human being and also has claws that can shred though most metals and plastics. Even it's tail can form a deadly weapon when naturally curled into a spine like end, becoming a climbing tool and impaling weapon.

It is the master of the night.

So begins...

Viktor Breznov's Story

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Viktor Breznov looked at Avia with pleading eyes, he had noticed her weak step towards him, it was the first display of trust he'd ever seen behind those bars. When she stepped back, he roared with anger, he thought she had intentionally messed with him. He beat the bars with his bare-hands until the guards came, they acted swift and brutally. They simply placed the baton on the side of his neck and the place smelled like sizzling flesh.

They then got into the cage and dragged him off thought a door just behind the Sphere-Arena.

The random member was a woman, she had a Mohawk, earrings covering every inch of her body and was dressed in 'punk' clothes. "What? Bitch, you don't know Fenrir? He's like the ultimate motherfuckin' badass of this entire place." She sounded like she was about to rant on about him. "He's called Viktor, well that's the rumor. Russian too, but his boss? Mexican gangster, some guy called Entradoris." She said, getting ready to move away. "Oh and I wouldn't bother, Viktor is insane...they don't even think he's human either!"

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Viktor Breznov shoot up as soon as her hand touched the cage. "That's what they all say, but they don't bother when they look at me, they think I'm some worthless punk, you walked away from me! but you seem different." He said, his face inches away from the bars itself. "I want to be free, yes. But you would have to pay the price." He replied, his tone daring. He shifted his head, brushing the hair away from his neck to reveal the collar.

"You don't even know how to work one of these, do you? Think yourself as a do-gooder? Ain't got time around here for do-gooders, anyway. Nobody rescues anyone for free!" He said flatly. Six flashing lights were revealed.

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Viktor Breznov let in a large inhalation of air. "I'm not stupid, and by price I mean the reputation you will get when you spring me out, They will know who was in here last, the guards aren't that forgetful. Unless you kill them. I could break you like a twig, just like Razorback if I wanted too, so don't try to calm me down, this is my chance for freedom and you're going to help me." He said with a tone of pressure and he was well spoken for a slave, his voice had a distinct Russian accent too.

"You lie too, small things can be dangerous, Arena matches reveal a lot of things during the carnage." He snapped, he turned around and exposed the dark black circle on the back of his collar, he'd tried to prize it off many times, but it looked like it had been wielded on in repair.

"Just try. You'll just give up like the others."

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Viktor Breznov flexed his fingers, clenching them into a fist as he bent down to take the dropped firearm from the guard and stuffed it into his waistband. "Always be prepared." he mumbled to himself. "Where are going, you didn't rescue me out of good-will, I can tell. I haven't been in this place for years and learned nothing about psychology of the general person." He snapped, exposing his sharp teeth.

"So lead on. I don't care we're were going, I just want out." He said bluntly, looking her in the eye.

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Viktor Breznov stared sharply at her. "I have nothing to run home to, otherwise I would be gone, it's common sense." He said calmly, taking her advice to stop snapping. "You're also the first woman to say Fenrir in a slightly friendly way, it feels awkward. Don't say my name again." He said, he wasn't familiar with friendship. He only knew what summed him up in the fights. He used this moment to scratch his hands free with the sheath of one of the guard's 'Buzz' Batons.

"Whatever, just lead."

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Viktor Breznov followed behind, shaking his head. "You're not much a rescuer when you get frustrated with your rescued." He said under his breath, stepping behind without a word, his eyes finding themselves staring ahead in an attempt to follow her wrathful waltz. "It's no use brooding! you're going to lose your way!" He shouted hypocritically. His steps trying to stay in step as they walked out of the entrance and into the street.

Not many Guards, but why bother when you're half secret?

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Viktor Breznov roared out laughing. "Quiet? You tell me to be quiet? You've been the one ranting under your breath for the entire time we've been walking." He sniggered under his breath before having the grace and intelligence to fall silent. He walked side by side with her, his body language filled with friction and also a hint of euphoria of the wide open forest, allowing a deep breath to soothe his throat.

"A circus?"

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Viktor Breznov let out a long sigh. "I guess this was the only alternative, stuck to some freak with his gang of lower freaks, tied to a bullshit contract right?" He questioned, looking towards the Circus, he had been alerted by the Circus by the sounds, smell of popcorn and other things that reached his nose. His body heat was surprisingly hotter than one would be on a hot day, probably because of the fight that had occurred earlier.

"I better get paid for my humiliation." He snarled to himself.

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Viktor Breznov raised an eyebrow. "An arena with choice then? As long as I get the first choice, otherwise I will leave an even bloodier requiem upon this forest than the world has ever seen in public." He raised his bloodstained hands for emphasis of his deep words. "My exterior isn't what I am, I doubt yours is either." He said, eying the stalls and tents with a keen eye.

"I want to able to sleep without being awoken by screaming." He said quietly. "I want freedom, but if this is the price I must pay."

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Viktor Breznov held out an acussing finger towards Jade. "I'm not some reward, I'll rip out your god damn spine if you treat me like some dog." He snarled, his eyes said that he would without any remorse, but he was ruled by common sense and that it would get him kicked out. He lowered his finger and let out a low growl, not returning the smile that the Albino gave him.

But now without moving, one could plainly see the words "Mechanism Eight" tattooed onto his back. He stood proudly, his visage very much like a savage warrior. His hands and face were still covered in blood.

"Where can I wash my face?" He snapped.

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Viktor Breznov pushed Jade out of his way in impatience as he crossed into the Blue tent and didn't bother closing the flap as he ripped the chain down, ripping it from the roof and let go, the chain dropping to the floor with a few loud clinks of steel. Fenris muttered a curse and simply dunked his head in the water that roared from the tap, washing his hands and face inside, years of grime, dirt and blood spilled from his face, revealing a much cleaner and better looking Breznov.

He took the time to step onto the sink and reapply the Chain in a way that only a man ruled by sense could, for Sense was the only thing he could learn in a cage such as the Club's.

He had stopped the pouring tap for now, using this moment to fume and rage in the silence of the tent before exiting a new looking man, but somewhere in his eyes and body remained the rage and primal attitude.

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Viktor Breznov wrapped his hair back, tying it briefly into a pony-tail and then it unwound and he let out a cough as he turned around and spinning around. "Whatever, I'm not going to sugar-coat this, I will not be fucked with." He declared bluntly, his word wrapping around the curse-word with special attention, the announcers used it rapidly during matches, he figured it could apply here.

He turned to follow her, exiting the tent and using a handful of water to wash away some blood upon his chest, revealing what seemed to be a tailing of numbers, it was clear that they were kills, and they ranked into the hundreds.

"Let's go. I want this over with."

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Viktor Breznov shook his head. "It's been years since I've touched water that I could waste on cleaning myself with, lucky enough to have been clean water." He commented sharply, he let in a huge inhalation though his nose, lifting his head and sniffing. He swore he could sniff someone with them, he looked from left to right before lowering his head again, it was probably nothing, residue from a visitor maybe.

He walked with Avia, keeping silent for the remainder of the walk.

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Viktor Breznov nodded slowly at the man wearing glasses. "I won, I would have the blood on my face and hands and a spine to show you, but I currently don't have them on my person anymore." He pointed towards the tally scratched into his right breast. "But this will do, strong and smarter is an understandably large understatement. I was bred for combat, you couldn't wish for someone stronger." He snapped, his tone blunt and reserved.

"Do I get a position as a freak or not?" He snarled.

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Viktor Breznov Paused, letting Avia led him out just past the threshold as his mind wrapped around the newly gained knowledge. Food tickets? Bulllshit, he wanted money to go out and buy actual food and buy other things, he ate to survive not to get tickets and survive. He turned around, cracking his knuckles. A purely malevolent intention on his mind. Jade was going to get her entertainment, Fenrir didn't close the flap behind him as he stopped by the table and looked Jordon dead in the eyes.

"I want money now, I want to go and visit the city, Book-worm." He grasped the table and flung it forward and reached out to snatch the book with a vicious grasp. His body bristling with anger, like he'd been screwed over. Food-tickets sounded awfully like 'Fake money'.

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Jay Null opens his comms, reaching out to the vessel he notices off his bow.

Is everything okay out there? Do you need a terrestrial assist?
he asked inquisitively.

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Outside of orbit around the planet Terra.

A medium-sized ship, shaped like a triangle with a blunted end, moves slowly towards Terra and the space station above it. The shape and size of this ship may have been seen before, but this one in particular has never been witnessed by any Terran, or as a matter of fact, any species or beings besides the ones who had made it. If they were able to trace it's origins, then it would point to an unexplored area known generally as RA-619, and even more specifically the Glendathu system. The doesn't seem to be armed, and a scan for life would only turn up three humanoid beings.

The ship made no advances of any sort towards the planet or the station, and seemed to just be there. Watching. Peaceful, it seemed, and the crew had no intentions of attacking. But they were truly awestruck. In front of them was a culture, a sophisticated one, unseen to any of their people, and they didn't know how to feel about it. They were just awaiting orders at this point.

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Meanwhile, a Gundam truly had breached the atmosphere and entered Terra's lower orbit, coming from Wing City. It was an old AEU-09 AEU Enact Space Type from long ago. As it ascended, it transformed into it's space-faring flight mode shape.

The name of the Gundam was Sol Senshi- and nobody was supposed to be operating it. It had been refurbished for unknown to the public purposes and locked down, hiding in plain sight in Wing City Spaceport.

Who was even operating it?

Whoever they were, they were certainly a criminal now.