Vladimir Stanton

[Vladimir Stanton]

VLADIMIR STANTON


It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change.

NAME: Vladimir Stanton
AGE: 21 years
GENDER: Male
RACE: Human
OCCUPATION: Zombie Hunter
REGION: World of War
ERA: Modern Day
POWER: None
EQUIPMENT: Katana

LIKES:
✓ Solitude
✓ Taking risks
✓ Winning
✓ His black coat
✓ Alcohol
✓ Killing shit
✓ His katana
✓ Being in control

DISLIKES:
✗ Failing
✗ Idiots
✗ Being told what to do
✗ Weakness
✗ Overly talkative people
✗ Himself
✗ Not getting what he wants
✗ Showing his emotions

FEARS:
– Dying
– Losing people he cares about

PERSONALITY: Vladimir is someone who likes his solitude. After his friends were killed, he isolated himself from the rest of the world. While other people are running wild on the streets, banning together to survive the outbreak, Vladimir prefers to fly solo. He locks himself up in old houses, taking shelter there, and moving in the shadows. Occasionally he will stop to help people. He only does this because he is thinking of his dead companions, because it makes him feel like a better person, like somehow he is making up for his past sins.

He likes looking strong and powerful. Vladimir considers showing weakness pathetic, and he refuses to do so. It doesn’t matter how much pain or suffering he is going through – he keeps it to himself. He thinks that others should follow his example, and he hates it when people whine and complain. If he can suck it up, so can they.

There is only one thing Vladimir detests more than whiny people, and that is idiots. He hates stupid people, refusing to associate with them. He prefers to surround himself with smart and calculating people like himself, seeing interaction with morons a complete and utter waste of time. They are the type of people who die first, the ones who attract all the zombies, and as much as he likes killing the undead, he doesn’t want to be around when that happens.

Vladimir is not a person to talk about his personal problems, preferring to keep his true emotions bottled up inside. Sometimes this is hard for him, but he knows he must do it. If he pretends enough, he can fool himself into thinking that everything is okay. He is a good actor and is able to keep up a steel mask most of the time, not letting anyone in.

Vladimir is strategic. He is a smart person, very clever, and he prefers to plan out things rather than rush into them without thinking. He likes to be the one in charge, and he will take orders from no one but himself. He sees himself as a mastermind, and he doesn’t think that other people are as smart as him, and therefore they won’t be able to come up with as stealthy of plans as his.

Although most of the time Vladimir comes off as an ass, he is actually a good guy. He only acts cold to others because he is expressing his unsaid grief and fear. He has hated himself since his friends were killed, though, as arrogant as he acts, no one would ever be able to tell this.

HISTORY: Vladimir had a rough childhood. His mother loved him very much, and she was the only person he ever truly cared about. His father, however, was a cruel man. He drank a lot, and there were many times when Vladimir had to watch the man beat his mother. He always wished that there was something to do, but he was too small, too weak, and all he could do was stand in the shadows and watch with wide eyes. One day, his father took things too far, and his mother’s life was ended, which left Vladimir with the man he hated the more than anything.

Vladimir lived in that house until he was sixteen. He had taken beatings from his father for years, sucking it up and pretending nothing was wrong. Eventually, this wore down on him and he decided to take action. Not knowing what else to do, Vladimir killed his father. The feeling of freedom he achieved from the bloody act was spirit lifting, and it was something he wished he had done years ago. Being guilty of murder, Vladimir ran away after that, knowing that if anyone found out he would be put in prison. He dropped out of school, trying to conceal himself, trying to disappear. Unfortunately, the police were able to track him down, as it seems a friend of his ratted him out.

As punishment for his crime, Vladimir was thrown into prison. He stayed there, locked up in a cold cell, for two whole years. The first few months were miserable, and he sat in the corner, not wanting to associate with anyone. The loneliness eventually became too much though, and he slowly allowed himself to open up to people. Surprisingly, he was able to make a few friends at the prison, people like himself, people who were there for similar reasons, people who were being punished for doing what they had thought was right.

Two years passed, and Vladimir was offered a choice. A war had started in the outside world, and he was given the option to go and fight or stay in prison. Wanting nothing more than freedom, to once again breathe the fresh air, he chose to go and fight. Some of his friends from the prison made the same choice, joining the army with him. By this time, he had grown very close to these few men. He even was beginning to consider them friends, which was rare for him. After his ‘friend’ ratted him out for murdering his abusive father, Vladimir had thought the word friendship meant nothing. These men, however, were beginning to change his mind.

Vladimir fought in the war for one whole year. He saw horrible things, and many people died before his eyes, even some of the men he had joined with. By the time the zombies started attacking, his group had been minimized to three men, including himself. While he was fighting in a battle, Vladimir was shot, and taken to a tent. It was while his wounds were being tended that the zombies started attacking, killing the soldiers faster than machine guns. When Vladimir saw this, he ran. His fear overcame him and he fled the scene, running from his duty. No one noticed he was gone, as things were too chaotic at that point.

A few days later, Vladimir met up with a few men from the army, along with his former group-mates. They banned together, trying desperately to survive. They roamed the streets together, killing the undead and hiding out in abandoned houses. They survived like this for many months, however, one night they were ambushed by a bunch of zombies, too many for them to fight off alone. Vladimir was able to escape, but his comrades were not so lucky. He tried to save them, but he was not powerful enough, and in order to save himself, he was forced to abandon them. Since that day, he has been wandering around the streets alone, refusing to join forces with anyone.

ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE: The sound of footsteps pounded down the empty alleyway. A man raced along the dark street, dressed in colors so dark he could have been a shadow himself. It was part of his strategy. Camouflage. Blend in. Not so the zombies couldn’t see him, they were nearly blind. But so other humans couldn’t locate him. He knew that there were scavengers lurking on the streets, just waiting for some helpless passerby to walk past them so they could steal their supplies, maybe even kill them. He wasn’t going to be one of those unlucky people. He was going to be the one to survive.

That’s why he was traveling alone. He wanted to survive. He knew that being in groups with others would only slow him down, put him in more danger than he was already in. So, really, why should he bother? It was much easier this way. It wasn’t hard to take care of one person, but when you had to watch the backs of others things got complicated. It meant you had to help, risk your life to save someone else’s. Vladimir wasn’t going to die that way. If he died, it would be in a solo fight, a fight to the death. He would leave this world alone. Besides, most of the people left seemed to be idiots, running around the streets every bit as crazed as the zombies. Were they completely stupid? Didn’t they know it was safer to stay inside, lock up in a house? That way the zombies wouldn’t get you. Not as easily anyway.

Breathing heavily, Vladimir turned a corner, skidding slightly as he made a speedy dash into the nearest house. He ran up the porch, kicking the front door open, and barged inside. He held his katana in front of him, eyes darting around the dark room. All was silent except for his ragged breaths. He shut the door behind him, staggering deeper into the house. He made his way through the front entrance and down a hallway. He tried not to look at the pictures that lined the walls inside. It was always depressing to enter a house and see the faces of the people who had previously occupied it, knowing that they were dead, or worse. Vladimir glanced to the side, eyes resting on a picture of a young girl, probably only around five, and then he quickly looked away, shutting his eyes tightly.

Sword held before him, Vladimir made his way down the hallway. It seemed like much too long of a hallway, and the walls felt as if they were collapsing around him, slowly closing in. A few moments later, he burst into the kitchen, breaths still coming heavily. He felt his land along the wall, trying to find a light switch. His fingers brushed against an outlet, but unfortunately, when he attempted pushing the switch, nothing happened. He stumbled around in the dark for a few moments and then pulled a lighter out of his pocket. He flicked it open, and the small flame cast a dim light around the room. Vladimir looked around, eyes scanning the dark room for any signs of life. He walked around the room, stepping over trash that littered the floor, checking the cabinets for food. Of course, there was nothing left. There was never anything left. Someone else had always gotten to it first. It was always gone.

Cursing, Vladimir walked across the room and over to the dusty table that sat in the corner. He slowly lowered himself into one of the wooden chairs, wincing slightly as he did so. He had just come from a brawl with other survivors. The scavengers he was always worried about. The zombies were easy to fight off. The blind bastards moved at the speed of a snail. The humans on the other hand, they had their sight, and they were fast. They also had skill, tactic. They could think for themselves, their brains still functioning properly, senses enhanced by their fear, their will to survive.

Vladimir reached a hand down to his side, pressing it against his wound, trying to stop the bleeding. One of the assholes had wounded him with a knife. He’d known that it would be a bad idea to venture outside of his shelter, his safe zone, but he had run out of food, and he had already gone nearly a week without it. If he waited too long, he would grow weak, he would die. And he wasn’t going to let something like starvation take him out so easily. Then again, if not treated, this wound might. If cuts got infected, you were pretty much screwed, as there was little medical care that would help them. Everyone was dead. There was no help. It was every man for himself. It was kill or be killed, live or die.

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ALIAS: Vlad

[MIKA]

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