Sergei (Modified!)

[Silas]

Your character's full name: Sergei Ramikov
Age: 23 years
Species: Weasel
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Neutral
Appearance:

Sergei is an athletically fit weasel, possessing brownish fur on top with a slight red tinge, indicating his heritage as a north-easterner. He stands tall, even though he leans forward slightly due to a backpack on his shoulders. He wears a dark cloak, and brown trousers, and usually a shirt, but he may choose not to wear one in the summer. He is used to extreme cold, after all.

His facial features are that of a normal weasel, brown eyes looking out upon everything casually. He has a few scars, three out of the five across his chest and arms. A tattoo is also situated upon one arm, a dark red, making a flaming band of fire wound about his arm.

He walks with a sort of confidence that is also evident in his speech at times, numerous daggers and dirks (Eight in all, six daggers, two dirks) strapped about his waist, thighs and arms to only add to that feeling of self-confidence. He employs the weapons well while at 'work', and even when not, he is often seen fidgeting or sharpening the various knives.

Belongings:

In addition to his weaponry, Sergei possesses a small stash or precious artifacts, a travel pack holding his belongings, though it is only filled with small necessities, for the rest of his effects are placed in a small Inn. He bought the room, so he need not worry about thieves stealing any of his items. The ones on his back include the normal survival gear and rations, a sling to catch birds, and some currency and other items of value.

Job or Position:

Wanderer and sometime conbeast.

Personality:

Sergei is (Sometimes) a clever conbeast, persuasion and deception his weapons. However, the few true friends he managed to meet see another side of the weasel, a practical jokester with a sense of humor, oftentimes joyful in their presence. But there is yet another facet to Sergei. If someone betrays the weasel, or proves to be a threat or an enemy, his outlook upon them is cold and apathetic, exacting revenge as he sees fit; Swift and merciless.

History and Background Information:

Sergei was born up in the northeast, a harsh-yet-beautiful land where betraying each other for a crust of bread was commonplace. In his early life in the northlands, Sergei faced a life with no father figure to look up to, only a bitter mother to berate him when he came home with no food after a day's worth of begging in the streets. Eventually, he was abandoned, left to fend for himself in a little town on the edge of nowhere. It was then that the weasel learned the art of criminal activity, observing the beasts around him and how they succeeded or failed. Through this, he set out on his own, growing in power and influence until he became a serious contender for the village's central figure, the 'boss', as it were. Carrying out a swift ruse to turn his opponents against each other, he took over all dealings in the town, on both sides of the moral spectrum. And this time, he had money. Lots of it. There was no need for begging like a whelp on the streets, being constantly yelled at and blamed by his mother for all their hardships. He was in control of his own fate. Now, he roams about every so often, silently pondering his next conquest as his grip on the village tightens, and his pockets fill with gold.

Any other details:

Sergei is neutral, but can be evil at times as well. And yes, the name's a Russian one.

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