Raidonovitch, Grigori

Name: Grigori “Greg” Raidonovitch

BASICS

Nickname: Greg

Gender: Male

Orientation: Straight

Ethnicity: White, Russian

Language, Russian (first), japanese (second) (has a russian accent when he speaks)

Blood Type: O-

Parents/Elders/Guardians: His father died at the age of 55 due to complications(a year prior to Greg’s mugging). His mother died giving birth to Grigori. His has an older sister whom he’s never met, currently lives with grandparents. Both his Grandfather and Grandmother on his mother’s side have disowned him considering he was the complication that led to their daughter’s death and have not allowed Greg to know of their existence. Other than that he has no family. He has a few items that he considers close to his heart from his parents that he keeps in his dorm room, he keeps the weapons his father used to own in a storage facility off campus.

Financial Situation: After he was mugged Greg managed to get to an emergency room, his eye could have been saved had an intern hadn’t of stabbed his pupil with a scalpel. Greg sued the hospital and won a fairly large settlement that he is currently living off of.
Ability: Due to Greg’s father wishing to teach his son as much about his role in the military. His father taught him a combination of Systema, and Sambo during Greg’s teen years. Two forms of martial arts used by Spetsnaz. Fully understands the human body well enough to make said martial arts effective.

Origin: Moscow, Russia

Marital Status: Single

Age: 22

Birthdate: December, 2nd 1987

Grade: 1st year college freshman

Career: Student

Hobbies: Physical and Mental training (martial arts), reading, playing video games, running, swimming,

Dream/Life Goals: Greg is looking to become versatile in many fields, though he wishes to be a philosopher at heart. One of his life goals is to become a priest like his father before him.

APPEARANCE
Hair: Auburn, short (about an inch and a half from the scalp)

Eyes: Electric Blue (has only one), wears glasses, black metal frame, nearsighted.

Height: 6ft 5in

Build: Kinda built, has meat on his bones other than muscle, has no real defined/toned areas aside from his arms and chest and legs.

Weight/Body Structure/Physical Faults: His overall build has little to no abnormalities aside from facial features. He has a scar on his left cheek from his ear to his mouth from when he was mugged at a younger age. His right eye has been mutilated beyond use during a mugging a year prior to joining The Academy.



Likes: sweets such as candy, taffy in particular, he also takes pleasure in watching the sky at night. He enjoys the little things because, not everyone can see the little things in life. He is also a fan of dogs, his upmost favorite is the husky.

Dislikes: He dislikes over the top loud people, he is also not a fan of snobby individuals.

Loves: The night, watching the sun rise and the sun set. Being around a positive atmosphere.

Loathes: People who think themselves better than everyone else. Those who would sacrifice others for personal gain. He also hates people singing if they do not know how to do so.

Character Personality: Due to his faults, he’s become more self conscious and he isn’t as likely to open up as an average person may. He isn’t one to speak socially unless necessary, though he’ll feel free to put in a comment or two in to something into a subject he finds interesting such as philosophy or something pertaining to life in general. As far as women go he isn’t likely to show interest relationship wise unless she shows one first, he finds this to be highly unlikely and distracting. As far as both sexes go if they are typical troublemakers he tends to stick clear, he sees them as a bad influence upon himself and others, which in a way is hypocritical due to the fact that he’s a frequent marijuana enthusiast and the fact that he’s a pervert, though he does a very good job at hiding those facts. He has a sense of humor but he finds jokes that involve embarrassing someone too childish. He isn’t one to anger easily, typically he has a long fuse in most situations, though he may become angry if someone berates him for his physical appearance, he does not take the terms or terms like, ‘freak, ugly, and monster’ lightly.

He will get physical with said person if said person is a bigot, or is someone who uses the previously mentioned terms in a loose or demeaning way. He is one to solve most problems by using his overall intimidating looks but will easily get violent if the situation sparks out of control. He finds that one good shot to the gut will stop an altercation from escalating too far. He isn’t one to show jealousy because if he has the time to be jealous about something then he has enough time to work and get what it is he’s jealous of for himself. He doesn’t consider himself a selfish individual and may even share his lunch in order to keep someone from going without, though he isn’t a charity he won’t freely give away money if he has it. He prefers the quiet tone of a library than that of a party, he hates music turned up at a high volume, likes to keep his ears as efficient as possible to compensate for the useless eye. He isn’t a handyman in any way aside from a few firearms that his father showed him how to take apart/maintain.


Character Background: Greg’s first misery occurred within minutes of his birth, the strain of childbirth had proved to be tolling on his mother. She went in to cardiac arrest and died within the first hour of Greg’s life. His infant years were spent on a military base in Moscow, Russia where his father trained new recruits. The cold war raged on and Greg’s father wanted to make sure that Russia’s best would never disappoint in the field of battle, he brought along Greg in order to show him what he considered to be the Pride of the USSR. Greg, even as an infant, watched on as his father would train his men to become elitist fighters for The Russian Special Purpose Forces (spetsnaz). As soon as Greg could walk his father began his training, he wanted to share with his son the joy that comes from defending one’s homeland. When Greg entered kindergarten his father would teach him the basics on the days he brought him back to his home, the weekends were spent on base. School and training was all Greg knew for the first years of his childhood and in to his teenage years until around age 15. His father had been discharged from the military, though not knowing much of anything other than being a soldier; Greg himself got a job working in a market in order to help his father pay the bills so to speak. Greg’s life continued along this path, school being the same as always to Greg, never changing just a repeating pattern of things he had learned in previous years, useless information Greg would never need when he finally graduated. At age 18 Greg had finally finished what he had considered to be a fickle obstacle in his path, without school and with his father’s training being lessened, Greg found out what free time had meant. Greg would spend most afternoons bored beyond comprehension to the point that Greg would take apart and put together his father’s Makarov at least 10 times a day, luckily for Greg, these boring days didn’t last. Work had picked up for him due to an economic recession which seemed to bridge the gap for Greg, though with all that had been going on around him, he never really took a moment to really look at himself internally, in order to understand himself. Each night Greg would get on to the roof of his home and look up at the night sky, always wondering what he might do, where fate may take him, who he’d meet.

Though Greg noticed that the longer he stared the harder it was to focus on the stars, he eventually needed to be given glasses in order to cope with the loss of sight.
All of these thoughts would fill his head at night; making sleep seems like a fleeting luxury. After a year of this pattern Greg’s father had decided he’d join the priesthood like his father before him, he became the pastor of a small church on the outskirts of Moscow. Greg’s life soon found new meaning as he sat and listened to his father’s sermons on the days he didn’t go in to the market, raising new questions for him in the process; he began to question his own existence and his life as he knew it, all of these questions remained unanswered. It wasn’t until his father’s passing two months after Greg’s 20th birthday that he finally realized what the answers were; life, his existence, everything about him would be his own choice. He would continue to work with what he knew and would branch outwards to broaden his horizons. He would live on and enjoy life and would hopefully die a happy man. In this new thought process of his, he decided he would further his own education. He continued working in the market for the next year, hoping to get enough money to be able to reach his new goal. A year later, while he was closing up shop, a few shady individuals had decided that Greg’s store would be the best place to rob. They had quietly approached the counter; Greg had made sure to tell them that he had closed for the night, not thinking that they had come for another reason. It wasn’t until Greg saw a knife shining in the light that he knew they were there to rob him. Greg, using the training his father gave him, was able to take out the unarmed ones fairly easily.

Though one of them managed to tackle Greg from behind, thus putting Greg on to his stomach, the other two that Greg had taken out, quickly ran over to their third comrade and helped to hold Greg down. The fourth looked down upon Greg twirling the knife in his hand, he hated the mean look Greg had given him and decided it’d be best if Greg had stopped looking. The man sloppily carved in to Greg’s right eye, mutilating it, and the area around Greg’s eye socket. Greg yelled and thrashed but the others held him down, not letting him get enough of an edge to free himself. The man with the knife then stated bluntly that if Greg wanted others to hear his yelling and cries of help he’d have to widen his mouth a bit. The man with the knife then carved a straight line from the left side of Greg’s mouth to his ear lobe, to Greg the pain was unbearable and he passed out from it. The four thieves then took what they could and ran out before anyone realized what had happened. Greg laid there, unconscious for what seemed like hours before he began to stir, he felt incredible pain as he tried to raise himself up from his position on the ground knowing full well what had been taken from him. He picked up his glasses, noticing that the lens that went in front of his right eye was now cracked, he shook his head and put them back on to his head and walked out. He managed to get up and stumble to the nearest hospital where a nurse took him in to the E.R. After an hour or two of surgery as they were finishing stitching around his eye, an intern, who was handing the doctor the scalpel to cut the thread, accidentally dropped the scalpel right in the center of Greg’s pupil. They had actually of been able to heal his eye to where he could have some use out of it, which even that was taken away. When Greg awoke and when the doctor explained what had happened, Greg had come out of that hospital with not only a new eye patch, but a large settlement from the mess up. This was the inspiration that drove him to quit his job and move on to another location. Six months after his injury Greg’s search to broaden his horizons had finally come to an end when he finally found an academy, an academy that he found held night classes. He applied for both day and night and was immediately declined for the night class, though he still awaits their decision to allow him entrance for the day classes.


Other info: Greg himself owns a few weapons that his father had gotten from his days as part of the Spetsnaz: A Kalashnikov Ak-74SU, OC-14 Groza, Marakrov pistol, along with a combat knife and ballistic knife. He NEVER CARRIES any of these weapons on him. They are in a storage facility off campus.