Arthro
Arthropod Enthusiast
GENERAL INFORMATION:
Name: Pyotr Abakumov (Peh Tur Ahbock Yu MOV)
Nicknames/Titles/Alliases [Optional]: Pete
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Age: 42
Nationality: Russian
Current Residence: Another dimension, I guess.
APPEARANCE:
Height [Both Metric and Imperial]: 2.3 meters tall, 7'3" feet tall
Weight [Both Metric and Imperial]: 110 kilograms, 243 pounds
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: None
Appearance: Thick, grey Hazmat suit, accompanied by a massive matching pack attached. No apparent way to open up the hazard suit, it's sealed shut. Huge stature, amplified by military-grade steroids. Thick rubber gloves and boots, almost entirely encompassed in steel plates internally. Knee and elbow pads, bulletproof steel vest, and a glowing blue visor. Clipped to his bag is his rifle, and inside of the bag is his life support systems, along with dozens of spare IV packs that he needs to stay alive. His suit is very rigid.
Picture Reference / Faceclaim:
I apologize for the unrealistic style, it's my own drawing. Please just fill in the gaps with your imagination.
PERSONALITY AND HISTORY:
Personality: Pyotr is a stoic man without much to say. He tends to be down-to-Earth with his decisions and opinions, and does not take a joke well. The gentleman is bit of a dreamer, but tries not to show it. If he needs something done, you can bet your ass it will be done before sundown. Pyotr doesn't pick fights, he simply enjoys keeping others safe and getting what has to be done done.
History: Pyotr was born into a wealthy Russian family. He had always been interested in the sciences, despite being encouraged to play rough with all the other boys. He spent a lot of his time exploring the wilderness and studying whatever he could. Eventually, this landed him a job in the Hazardous Materials and Environments Dept. of Gaz Incorporated. This was shortly before the fall of Earth due to nuclear fallout. Pyotr had always been suspecting this to happen, and preemptively fled far from all major cities shortly before the strike across the world. As the world slowly drifted into the lifeless nuclear winter he became so used to, his suit kept him comfortable in the most dangerous of environments as it was designed to. He never really settled in the cold wastes of what remained of Asia, but acted more like a nomad, living off of the liquid oxygen reserves and IV supplements he could scavenge.
Upon discovery of UV, Pyotr had found himself going on a journey to stop the efforts of The Gaz, for they were planning on leaving the doomed Earth they resided on and instead planned on traveling to an entirely different dimension. Pyotr took it upon himself to save that world from the destruction that Gaz causes, and gathered together a formidable militia with his long-unused leadership skills. His small army was eventually able to reach and breach the defenses of the largest Gaz fortress, the house of the rising threat to all dimensions in existence. The waves of attackers on the front lines allowed Pyotr and UV to slip into the facility widely unnoticed due to both Pyotr and UV pretty much looking as if they belonged there.
Bum Bump...
Bum Bump...
Bum Bump...
Each second Pyotr was reminded that he did in fact own a heart, and was a human being behind the mask that concealed him from those he had lied to. Lies that enabled both him and his partner to get where the had to be.
It was for the greater good, he constantly spewed around inside of his brain, trying desperately to subdue the feelings of guilt that have long since enveloped him when the very first of his comrades were killed.
"I drugged them, UV."
<:: I know. ::> A robotic voice replied from the floor of the elevator. The small black machine couldn't fly while the metallic chamber rose at an incredible speed, and didn't bother to move a single servo. <:: Humans tend to value their lives enough not to throw themselves in front of a bullet, Pyotr. ::>
Pyotr could do nothing but look at the ground in shame, and this brought his attention to the rifle in his arms, and that rifle also reminded him exactly what he was doing. He raised it towards the doors of the elevator that would slide open any minute now, leaving both him and UV almost completely exposed to the guar- Nevermind, they were opening now.
Several deafening POK sounds resonated through the chamber into the wide room it had opened into. These shots fired from Pyotr's weapon hit their marks -- the heads of some that had been ordered to clamp down the lab housing the machine. It resided in the very center of the room, with massive segmented hoses and wires hung from the ceiling digging into the glowing metal structure it was. Pyotr kicked UV out from behind of the now open elevator door, and he himself took cover behind the opposing small bit of cover that the inside of it had. It protected him from the many chunks of lead that were flying at the two, each one with an insatiable bloodlust.
Peeking out from behind the wall again with his rifle in front of him, Pyotr took several more shots, at least getting some wounds into the 'men' before the alarm rang. It was loud. Louder than his gun, so loud that he wished he could cover the ears beneath his helmet.
<:: We need to go now, you fool. They will close the elevators. ::>
Just as the robot said this -- still on the floor, by the way -- a grenade Pyotr identified as a fog canister was thrown into the chamber both he and UV were taking cover in. The gas emitted from it was not only nightmarishly lethal, it's formulated to coat the glass ports of gas masks with a thick blurring agent that would render them nearly useless. Pyotr grabbed UV by the antenna and dove out of the chamber, sensing bullets plinking off of the metal floor around him before he could scramble up against a recently decommissioned barricade.
Swinging around on his heels and rising to his feet, Pyotr fired back.
Hit.
Hit.
... Miss.
Hit.
"AAHGHCF" Pyotr screamed in pain as a bullet hit him directly upon the chest -- his heart. That sick, lying heart that would have been reduced to mush had Pyotr not been wearing his vest. Falling backwards, Pyotr was safe from the successive volley of bullets from the last man standing. Grabbing at the affected area with his massive, gloved hand, Pyotr sucked in air as he picked his rifle up from the cold, nearby ground. He coughed into his mask, and inhaled loudly as he attempted to move to another barricade, remaining low.
Rising up again, he dumped what was left of his magazine towards the man who would have killed him had he been playing fair.
They were all dead now. UV was apparently able to sense this before rising from the ground, his thrusters groaning to life. He sailed through the air to the control panel of what appeared to be most of the facility below the two left in the room, along with the massive machine present as well.
"Stop all the fucking elevators!" Pyotr commanded, looking to the several other sliding doors present in the room. "Just close everything!"
If UV could scowl, he would have done it. He also would have taken his sweet ass time taking over the facility if he himself weren't in danger as well. <:: You wanna fucking try using this board, comrade? ::>
Deeply laughing/coughing, Pyotr had found himself across the room, searching the bodies for a magazine that would fit his nearly ten year old rifle. UV looked back down to the control panel, seeming to temporarily force himself to forget Pyotr ever existed.
A loud cheer from the man made this paradise short lived for him.
<:: The facility is under my control, but it won't be for long. I will detonate the warheads now. ::>
"What?! I thought we were going to use the teleporter?"
UV paused, his eye closing for a moment. He turned to face Pyotr, who was standing above the bodies of three men, gloves covered in blood. <:: You are really going to stoop that low? Not even I am going to let myself live after what you've committed. ::>
"Alright then, lemme use the control panel then, fucker!" Pyotr shouted, beginning to walk over, pushing UV away from above the panel.
<:: Ahh, just let me do it, you ass! You'd probably somehow figure out how to do some stupid shit despite all I've done to this place already. ::>
Pyotr stepped back, folding his arms behind his back. "We turn on the teleporter, activate the warheads, then you and I step through the field."
<:: Yep... Everything's ready. Go now. ::> As the machine says this, it turns around to face the teleporter. Both subjects approach the abomination of metals and strange glowing substances cautiously as a large, torrential explosion of deep purple and electricity fills the room. Both Pyotr and UV are sucked in before it closes shortly after. The room is silent, save for a soft:
Beep...
Beep...
Beep...
Nothing.
MENTAL- AND MAGICAL STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
MENTAL
Mental Strengths: Willpower, knowledge, a survivor's intuition.
Greater Mental Strengths: Willpower
Mental Weaknesses: Depression, fear of growing old, confusion.
Greater Mental Weaknesses: Massive claustrophobia of being stuck in his suit.
Unable to use magic.
ABILITIES:
5mm designated marksman rifle
Potency: C+
Can only be used 25 times.
Pyotr's issued rifle. It fires 5mm rounds, which were normally such a common thing to find in the wasteland Pyotr hails from that he didn't even bother carrying any more than what was loaded in his magazines.
Hollow-point rounds
Potency: B+/D+
Can only be used 20 times.
These will wreak havoc upon an unarmored individual. The bullets are designed to shatter, spreading lead fragments through soft tissue, yet breaking upon contact with the most thin of armors. These are very specialized rounds, great for hunting or goring your targets.
Incendiary rounds
Potency: C
Can only be used 15 times.
These rounds explode in a very un-modest burst of flame upon hitting a target. In the wasteland, they were feared due to their ability to melt suits onto the user's skin, but were very ineffective against unarmored targets due to them simply cauterizing the wound. They're the most specialized round he has.
The Mk. III Hazard suit
Potency: B
Sure, it's a bit outdated, with the most recent Gaz-made suit being the Mark V, but it can get the job done, and has gotten the job done without all the fancy little gadgets and spy toys that come with the newer models. With a simple computer designed to do nothing but keep the environment inside the suit as static as possible, Pyotr can be in areas below freezing and above water's boiling point and be kept comfortable inside of the device. It's resistant to both gamma + beta radiation, and is immune to all types of bio and chemical hazards. The suit is able to either filter oxygen from the air, or use a liquid oxygen reserve for up to a year (Pyotr currently has 3 weeks worth of oxygen stored). If the suit is punctured beyond what can be mended with tape, Pyotr will die, and if caught in an explosion powerful enough, Pyotr's oxygen reserve will violently combust.
Flare
Potency: D+
He has 5.
Ripping the pin from a flare, Pyotr is able to strike up a handheld flame that can illuminate an area, start a fire, or signal from afar. It stays lit for about 20 minutes before fizzling out.
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GENERAL INFORMATION:
Name: UVUB-1 (Unmanned, Versatile Utility Bot Mk 1)
Nicknames/Titles/Alliases [Optional]: UV
Gender: None
Sexual Orientation [What gender are they into?]: None
Age: 6 years
Nationality: Russian
Current Residence: With Pyotr.
APPEARANCE:
Height: .5 meters, 1' 6"
Weight: 70 kilos, 154 pounds
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: Uh
Appearance: A relatively small black sphere, floating at roughly eye level. The metal it's constructed of appears to reflect absolutely no light, despite the many scratches and nicks it has. Hung beneath its body, it has countless robotic appendages each fitted with a respective tool, and jutting from what appears to be the back of the machine are six thrusters, and six long antennae. The bot's eye is able to "blink", and is nearly always in a nearly screwn shut, highly irritated look.
Picture Reference / Faceclaim:
PERSONALITY AND HISTORY:
Personality: Cynical nihilist. General disliking towards everything with a noun. It boasts a very robust brevity, not being afraid to say anything, yet still being unprovocative. It never starts a fight on purpose. The only reason it's still here is it's programmed to fear death.
History: UV was created as a highly versatile machine. It has no clue why exactly it was created in the first place or what purpose it serves because its memory is automatically wiped every month, this is out of the machine's control. Wherever it is, it was likely left behind without hope of getting back to its home due to this curse. However, it was discovered wandering by Pyotr, who has kept it ever since, getting frustrated every month just as much as UV has been. Since both have many immunities, both Pyotr and UV can go nearly anywhere, whether that be a radiation-scorched ground zero, the vacuum of space, or a blazing inferno, both will perform optinally. UV, however, is unarmed and basically harmless.
MENTAL- AND MAGICAL STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
MENTAL
Mental Strengths: Not really anything.
Mental Weaknesses: Depression, seeing everything as pointless, low willpower, fear of heights
Greater Mental Weaknesses: Nihilism
cannot use magic
ABILITIES:
The gift of (limited) flight
Potency: C+
UV can fly through use of gravity manipulation, but cannot go very fast due to its weight. There's also the chance that it can fall from being hit too hard, which if it's high enough will result in death.
Fabrication
Potency: A-
UV can use its tools to construct pretty much anything if given the correct supplies. Using its advanced AI, it is able to make blueprints on the fly for various things or buildings that can be made.
Immunity
Potency: A
UV is immune to quite a bit, temperatures ranging from 2500 degrees celsius to -2500 celsius, along with complete radiation immunity. It can withstand immense pressures of water, able to go well into the Marianas trench. Being struck by lightning will only daze the machine for a bit.
Name: Pyotr Abakumov (Peh Tur Ahbock Yu MOV)
Nicknames/Titles/Alliases [Optional]: Pete
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Age: 42
Nationality: Russian
Current Residence: Another dimension, I guess.
APPEARANCE:
Height [Both Metric and Imperial]: 2.3 meters tall, 7'3" feet tall
Weight [Both Metric and Imperial]: 110 kilograms, 243 pounds
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: None
Appearance: Thick, grey Hazmat suit, accompanied by a massive matching pack attached. No apparent way to open up the hazard suit, it's sealed shut. Huge stature, amplified by military-grade steroids. Thick rubber gloves and boots, almost entirely encompassed in steel plates internally. Knee and elbow pads, bulletproof steel vest, and a glowing blue visor. Clipped to his bag is his rifle, and inside of the bag is his life support systems, along with dozens of spare IV packs that he needs to stay alive. His suit is very rigid.
Picture Reference / Faceclaim:
I apologize for the unrealistic style, it's my own drawing. Please just fill in the gaps with your imagination.
PERSONALITY AND HISTORY:
Personality: Pyotr is a stoic man without much to say. He tends to be down-to-Earth with his decisions and opinions, and does not take a joke well. The gentleman is bit of a dreamer, but tries not to show it. If he needs something done, you can bet your ass it will be done before sundown. Pyotr doesn't pick fights, he simply enjoys keeping others safe and getting what has to be done done.
History: Pyotr was born into a wealthy Russian family. He had always been interested in the sciences, despite being encouraged to play rough with all the other boys. He spent a lot of his time exploring the wilderness and studying whatever he could. Eventually, this landed him a job in the Hazardous Materials and Environments Dept. of Gaz Incorporated. This was shortly before the fall of Earth due to nuclear fallout. Pyotr had always been suspecting this to happen, and preemptively fled far from all major cities shortly before the strike across the world. As the world slowly drifted into the lifeless nuclear winter he became so used to, his suit kept him comfortable in the most dangerous of environments as it was designed to. He never really settled in the cold wastes of what remained of Asia, but acted more like a nomad, living off of the liquid oxygen reserves and IV supplements he could scavenge.
Upon discovery of UV, Pyotr had found himself going on a journey to stop the efforts of The Gaz, for they were planning on leaving the doomed Earth they resided on and instead planned on traveling to an entirely different dimension. Pyotr took it upon himself to save that world from the destruction that Gaz causes, and gathered together a formidable militia with his long-unused leadership skills. His small army was eventually able to reach and breach the defenses of the largest Gaz fortress, the house of the rising threat to all dimensions in existence. The waves of attackers on the front lines allowed Pyotr and UV to slip into the facility widely unnoticed due to both Pyotr and UV pretty much looking as if they belonged there.
Bum Bump...
Bum Bump...
Bum Bump...
Each second Pyotr was reminded that he did in fact own a heart, and was a human being behind the mask that concealed him from those he had lied to. Lies that enabled both him and his partner to get where the had to be.
It was for the greater good, he constantly spewed around inside of his brain, trying desperately to subdue the feelings of guilt that have long since enveloped him when the very first of his comrades were killed.
"I drugged them, UV."
<:: I know. ::> A robotic voice replied from the floor of the elevator. The small black machine couldn't fly while the metallic chamber rose at an incredible speed, and didn't bother to move a single servo. <:: Humans tend to value their lives enough not to throw themselves in front of a bullet, Pyotr. ::>
Pyotr could do nothing but look at the ground in shame, and this brought his attention to the rifle in his arms, and that rifle also reminded him exactly what he was doing. He raised it towards the doors of the elevator that would slide open any minute now, leaving both him and UV almost completely exposed to the guar- Nevermind, they were opening now.
Several deafening POK sounds resonated through the chamber into the wide room it had opened into. These shots fired from Pyotr's weapon hit their marks -- the heads of some that had been ordered to clamp down the lab housing the machine. It resided in the very center of the room, with massive segmented hoses and wires hung from the ceiling digging into the glowing metal structure it was. Pyotr kicked UV out from behind of the now open elevator door, and he himself took cover behind the opposing small bit of cover that the inside of it had. It protected him from the many chunks of lead that were flying at the two, each one with an insatiable bloodlust.
Peeking out from behind the wall again with his rifle in front of him, Pyotr took several more shots, at least getting some wounds into the 'men' before the alarm rang. It was loud. Louder than his gun, so loud that he wished he could cover the ears beneath his helmet.
<:: We need to go now, you fool. They will close the elevators. ::>
Just as the robot said this -- still on the floor, by the way -- a grenade Pyotr identified as a fog canister was thrown into the chamber both he and UV were taking cover in. The gas emitted from it was not only nightmarishly lethal, it's formulated to coat the glass ports of gas masks with a thick blurring agent that would render them nearly useless. Pyotr grabbed UV by the antenna and dove out of the chamber, sensing bullets plinking off of the metal floor around him before he could scramble up against a recently decommissioned barricade.
Swinging around on his heels and rising to his feet, Pyotr fired back.
Hit.
Hit.
... Miss.
Hit.
"AAHGHCF" Pyotr screamed in pain as a bullet hit him directly upon the chest -- his heart. That sick, lying heart that would have been reduced to mush had Pyotr not been wearing his vest. Falling backwards, Pyotr was safe from the successive volley of bullets from the last man standing. Grabbing at the affected area with his massive, gloved hand, Pyotr sucked in air as he picked his rifle up from the cold, nearby ground. He coughed into his mask, and inhaled loudly as he attempted to move to another barricade, remaining low.
Rising up again, he dumped what was left of his magazine towards the man who would have killed him had he been playing fair.
They were all dead now. UV was apparently able to sense this before rising from the ground, his thrusters groaning to life. He sailed through the air to the control panel of what appeared to be most of the facility below the two left in the room, along with the massive machine present as well.
"Stop all the fucking elevators!" Pyotr commanded, looking to the several other sliding doors present in the room. "Just close everything!"
If UV could scowl, he would have done it. He also would have taken his sweet ass time taking over the facility if he himself weren't in danger as well. <:: You wanna fucking try using this board, comrade? ::>
Deeply laughing/coughing, Pyotr had found himself across the room, searching the bodies for a magazine that would fit his nearly ten year old rifle. UV looked back down to the control panel, seeming to temporarily force himself to forget Pyotr ever existed.
A loud cheer from the man made this paradise short lived for him.
<:: The facility is under my control, but it won't be for long. I will detonate the warheads now. ::>
"What?! I thought we were going to use the teleporter?"
UV paused, his eye closing for a moment. He turned to face Pyotr, who was standing above the bodies of three men, gloves covered in blood. <:: You are really going to stoop that low? Not even I am going to let myself live after what you've committed. ::>
"Alright then, lemme use the control panel then, fucker!" Pyotr shouted, beginning to walk over, pushing UV away from above the panel.
<:: Ahh, just let me do it, you ass! You'd probably somehow figure out how to do some stupid shit despite all I've done to this place already. ::>
Pyotr stepped back, folding his arms behind his back. "We turn on the teleporter, activate the warheads, then you and I step through the field."
<:: Yep... Everything's ready. Go now. ::> As the machine says this, it turns around to face the teleporter. Both subjects approach the abomination of metals and strange glowing substances cautiously as a large, torrential explosion of deep purple and electricity fills the room. Both Pyotr and UV are sucked in before it closes shortly after. The room is silent, save for a soft:
Beep...
Beep...
Beep...
Nothing.
MENTAL- AND MAGICAL STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
MENTAL
Mental Strengths: Willpower, knowledge, a survivor's intuition.
Greater Mental Strengths: Willpower
Mental Weaknesses: Depression, fear of growing old, confusion.
Greater Mental Weaknesses: Massive claustrophobia of being stuck in his suit.
Unable to use magic.
ABILITIES:
5mm designated marksman rifle
Potency: C+
Can only be used 25 times.
Pyotr's issued rifle. It fires 5mm rounds, which were normally such a common thing to find in the wasteland Pyotr hails from that he didn't even bother carrying any more than what was loaded in his magazines.
Hollow-point rounds
Potency: B+/D+
Can only be used 20 times.
These will wreak havoc upon an unarmored individual. The bullets are designed to shatter, spreading lead fragments through soft tissue, yet breaking upon contact with the most thin of armors. These are very specialized rounds, great for hunting or goring your targets.
Incendiary rounds
Potency: C
Can only be used 15 times.
These rounds explode in a very un-modest burst of flame upon hitting a target. In the wasteland, they were feared due to their ability to melt suits onto the user's skin, but were very ineffective against unarmored targets due to them simply cauterizing the wound. They're the most specialized round he has.
The Mk. III Hazard suit
Potency: B
Sure, it's a bit outdated, with the most recent Gaz-made suit being the Mark V, but it can get the job done, and has gotten the job done without all the fancy little gadgets and spy toys that come with the newer models. With a simple computer designed to do nothing but keep the environment inside the suit as static as possible, Pyotr can be in areas below freezing and above water's boiling point and be kept comfortable inside of the device. It's resistant to both gamma + beta radiation, and is immune to all types of bio and chemical hazards. The suit is able to either filter oxygen from the air, or use a liquid oxygen reserve for up to a year (Pyotr currently has 3 weeks worth of oxygen stored). If the suit is punctured beyond what can be mended with tape, Pyotr will die, and if caught in an explosion powerful enough, Pyotr's oxygen reserve will violently combust.
Flare
Potency: D+
He has 5.
Ripping the pin from a flare, Pyotr is able to strike up a handheld flame that can illuminate an area, start a fire, or signal from afar. It stays lit for about 20 minutes before fizzling out.
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GENERAL INFORMATION:
Name: UVUB-1 (Unmanned, Versatile Utility Bot Mk 1)
Nicknames/Titles/Alliases [Optional]: UV
Gender: None
Sexual Orientation [What gender are they into?]: None
Age: 6 years
Nationality: Russian
Current Residence: With Pyotr.
APPEARANCE:
Height: .5 meters, 1' 6"
Weight: 70 kilos, 154 pounds
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: Uh
Appearance: A relatively small black sphere, floating at roughly eye level. The metal it's constructed of appears to reflect absolutely no light, despite the many scratches and nicks it has. Hung beneath its body, it has countless robotic appendages each fitted with a respective tool, and jutting from what appears to be the back of the machine are six thrusters, and six long antennae. The bot's eye is able to "blink", and is nearly always in a nearly screwn shut, highly irritated look.
Picture Reference / Faceclaim:
PERSONALITY AND HISTORY:
Personality: Cynical nihilist. General disliking towards everything with a noun. It boasts a very robust brevity, not being afraid to say anything, yet still being unprovocative. It never starts a fight on purpose. The only reason it's still here is it's programmed to fear death.
History: UV was created as a highly versatile machine. It has no clue why exactly it was created in the first place or what purpose it serves because its memory is automatically wiped every month, this is out of the machine's control. Wherever it is, it was likely left behind without hope of getting back to its home due to this curse. However, it was discovered wandering by Pyotr, who has kept it ever since, getting frustrated every month just as much as UV has been. Since both have many immunities, both Pyotr and UV can go nearly anywhere, whether that be a radiation-scorched ground zero, the vacuum of space, or a blazing inferno, both will perform optinally. UV, however, is unarmed and basically harmless.
MENTAL- AND MAGICAL STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
MENTAL
Mental Strengths: Not really anything.
Mental Weaknesses: Depression, seeing everything as pointless, low willpower, fear of heights
Greater Mental Weaknesses: Nihilism
cannot use magic
ABILITIES:
The gift of (limited) flight
Potency: C+
UV can fly through use of gravity manipulation, but cannot go very fast due to its weight. There's also the chance that it can fall from being hit too hard, which if it's high enough will result in death.
Fabrication
Potency: A-
UV can use its tools to construct pretty much anything if given the correct supplies. Using its advanced AI, it is able to make blueprints on the fly for various things or buildings that can be made.
Immunity
Potency: A
UV is immune to quite a bit, temperatures ranging from 2500 degrees celsius to -2500 celsius, along with complete radiation immunity. It can withstand immense pressures of water, able to go well into the Marianas trench. Being struck by lightning will only daze the machine for a bit.
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