Post by Bosko Vallenski on Jul 16, 2011 3:08:12 GMT -5
Name:
Bosko Dmitrii Vallenski
Age:
He's forgotten a great deal ago, though he looks about 40, but his real age would be 68.
Date of Birth:
February 24th
Team/Favorite Color:
Really, he's alright with anything, though he is drawn towards BLUe.
Gender:
Male
Position:
Sniper
Languages:
Russian mainly, but he has a simple, basic understanding of Polish, Portuguese, Spanish, Chinese, Italian and a rough understanding of English. It all stems from his former career as a traveling circus performer, in which he needed to understand the basics so as to speak with the locals of each new location, though that consisted of a little more than "Hi, how are you?"
Personality:
His personality is varied. Basically, he is a rather shy person, and when left alone he appears increasingly saddened. When he amongst others, and more specifically friendly familiar faces, he is incredibly jubilant. He is almost always carrying a happy air about him; smiling, kissing, and hugging everyone he meets and those he already knows. He isnt afraid to show absolutely every emotion he's feeling, whether it be joy, anger, sadness, and so on. And when he does show these, he does so full throttle. On the clock, however, these emotions are quickly replaced with a more hostile set. When in position, holding his rifle or his favored sickle, he wears a malicious face, single eye cold, ready to take out whomever is regarded as "the enemy" without question.
In a basic some up, he walks about off the field with a warm smile and a naive mindset, while on the war grounds he is an emotionless drone willing to do whatever it takes to win for his team. On every other account, his emotions consume him; leading him to be annoyingly happy or incredibly saddened.
Sexuality:
It wavers. His overly friendly demeanor has gotten him with more than enough men though.
Virginal Status:
Oh ho ho, not a virgin.
History:
He started his life out in an orphanage in Russia, his parents long gone, abandoning their unnamed child on a doorstep. His caretakers gave the young blonde the name Nikita, and as he grew, they found out the boy was took a lot more time to garner knowledge. However, that did not keep him from finding a good family when, at 8 years old, he was adopted by a tall, mustached individual whom the boy would forever regard as "Ring Master". The man was the leader of a well known traveling Circus, and as he took the Russian child under his wing, he changed the young man's name to Bosko Vallenski and got him well acquainted with the life of a circus performer. As time passed, the Russian was trained in the art of body contortion and acrobatics; garnering new friends whom he would call his family, traveling the world entertaining hundreds of people young and old, and suffering a rather unfortunate incident with a bear that left him without a eye and covered in scars. This would soon end, sadly, with the arrival of the Third Reich. His circus troop had been in Poland at the absolute worst of times, and so ended the life of the traveling circus. Bosko, however, lived on; surviving through the hardships of Majdanek and Auschwitz, and being rescued by a kind American sniper who held his hand out of the darkness and to a better future. Out of admiration for the soldier, Bosko decided to follow in the man's footsteps to become a great sniper, regardless of having only one eye. He wasn't employed at the time when living with the man, though he did garner a great deal of attention by the American public, and before Bosko knew it, he was being recruited by BLU. When he first arrived at HQ, he was quickly recruited to troop 1943 where he would meet up with three other men; Aryan former Nazi medic Hans Allgemeine, the Southern Gentleman demoman Howard Perkins, and the cruel and ruthless Russian Spy Stanislav Vikentieva. He stayed with the troop for a great deal of years, and just as he was beginning to feel as though he had a family again, it was soon torn from him by a horrible raid by the enemy base. They had been attacked during ceasefire without warning, and unfortunately they were all unarmed. After being fatally wounded by a blow to the head from a scout, Bosko had found himself unconscious, and alone. What had happened to his team mates was a mystery, but the Russian was thankfully saved by those from head quarters when they got word of the attack. When he asked if his team mates were alright, if he would see them again, all he received was the same answer, "that's none of your concern." And as time passed, the confused Russian was transported from base to base. Eventually, with head hung low, spirit broken, Bosko was transported to the swamp base.
Appearance:
Bosko may appear foreboding to those who don't know him well, the Russian standing at 6'4 with a muscular physique that's been gained from life's hardships. He's a bit pale skinned for a sniper, body littered with scars, tattoos printed on his arm and chest acting as souvenirs from his time in Majdanek. These same scars are also printed upon his face, though they are barely acknowledged when one notices the blonde haired man's empty eye socket. He doesn't find eyepatches very appealing, so he instead wears his aviator glasses constantly to hide the hole on his face. His remaining eye is dull and gray, dark circles surrounding it, emphasizing the look of fear he usually wears on his face. His appearance is a youthful one, what with having been exposed to all the regenerative radiation from the respawn system to such an extent and to the same template from when he first joined, though he still carries the experiences of all the years in service to BLU. So, to put it frankly, Bosko has lived for a great number of years, but due to his constant respawning from day to day, he has continued to revert back to the template he had when he first signed up. He ages, but it doesn't look as though he has.
First Person Sample!:
I don't think there's anything wrong with having one eye… Is there? It's the first thing everyone has ever stared at when I first came to BLU, and even with my aviators on, they could notice! Everyone always call me dead eye… But my eye is not dead though! Maybe they do not know that eyes cannot be alive. …Or at least I do not think they can be… Maybe I should just ask a demoman If I could borrow his eyepatch, I hate thinking so much while I'm out on patrol!
Third Person Sample!:
"Hello!? Anyvun! Please!" Desperate cries filled the corridors of the RED base as a tall, muscular one-eyed marksman wandered the hallways, lost amidst the labyrinth that was the base. Bosko always felt sincerely frightened when going into the large complex, the possibility of being found by a member of RED and tormented into giving them information causing him to weep openly. And here he was now; lost, alone, and weakened by an arrow shot into his left shoulder, an easy prey for any man with a gun and a little spare time on his hands. He knew he couldn't do much with his own, already loosing feeling in his left arm as the blood continued to soak through his blue shirt. "Please! Shave and Haircut!" He made the Medic call, leaning on a nearby wall. to catch his breathe, feeling a few tears spill from his eye.
Image:
Bosko Dmitrii Vallenski
Age:
He's forgotten a great deal ago, though he looks about 40, but his real age would be 68.
Date of Birth:
February 24th
Team/Favorite Color:
Really, he's alright with anything, though he is drawn towards BLUe.
Gender:
Male
Position:
Sniper
Languages:
Russian mainly, but he has a simple, basic understanding of Polish, Portuguese, Spanish, Chinese, Italian and a rough understanding of English. It all stems from his former career as a traveling circus performer, in which he needed to understand the basics so as to speak with the locals of each new location, though that consisted of a little more than "Hi, how are you?"
Personality:
His personality is varied. Basically, he is a rather shy person, and when left alone he appears increasingly saddened. When he amongst others, and more specifically friendly familiar faces, he is incredibly jubilant. He is almost always carrying a happy air about him; smiling, kissing, and hugging everyone he meets and those he already knows. He isnt afraid to show absolutely every emotion he's feeling, whether it be joy, anger, sadness, and so on. And when he does show these, he does so full throttle. On the clock, however, these emotions are quickly replaced with a more hostile set. When in position, holding his rifle or his favored sickle, he wears a malicious face, single eye cold, ready to take out whomever is regarded as "the enemy" without question.
In a basic some up, he walks about off the field with a warm smile and a naive mindset, while on the war grounds he is an emotionless drone willing to do whatever it takes to win for his team. On every other account, his emotions consume him; leading him to be annoyingly happy or incredibly saddened.
Sexuality:
It wavers. His overly friendly demeanor has gotten him with more than enough men though.
Virginal Status:
Oh ho ho, not a virgin.
History:
He started his life out in an orphanage in Russia, his parents long gone, abandoning their unnamed child on a doorstep. His caretakers gave the young blonde the name Nikita, and as he grew, they found out the boy was took a lot more time to garner knowledge. However, that did not keep him from finding a good family when, at 8 years old, he was adopted by a tall, mustached individual whom the boy would forever regard as "Ring Master". The man was the leader of a well known traveling Circus, and as he took the Russian child under his wing, he changed the young man's name to Bosko Vallenski and got him well acquainted with the life of a circus performer. As time passed, the Russian was trained in the art of body contortion and acrobatics; garnering new friends whom he would call his family, traveling the world entertaining hundreds of people young and old, and suffering a rather unfortunate incident with a bear that left him without a eye and covered in scars. This would soon end, sadly, with the arrival of the Third Reich. His circus troop had been in Poland at the absolute worst of times, and so ended the life of the traveling circus. Bosko, however, lived on; surviving through the hardships of Majdanek and Auschwitz, and being rescued by a kind American sniper who held his hand out of the darkness and to a better future. Out of admiration for the soldier, Bosko decided to follow in the man's footsteps to become a great sniper, regardless of having only one eye. He wasn't employed at the time when living with the man, though he did garner a great deal of attention by the American public, and before Bosko knew it, he was being recruited by BLU. When he first arrived at HQ, he was quickly recruited to troop 1943 where he would meet up with three other men; Aryan former Nazi medic Hans Allgemeine, the Southern Gentleman demoman Howard Perkins, and the cruel and ruthless Russian Spy Stanislav Vikentieva. He stayed with the troop for a great deal of years, and just as he was beginning to feel as though he had a family again, it was soon torn from him by a horrible raid by the enemy base. They had been attacked during ceasefire without warning, and unfortunately they were all unarmed. After being fatally wounded by a blow to the head from a scout, Bosko had found himself unconscious, and alone. What had happened to his team mates was a mystery, but the Russian was thankfully saved by those from head quarters when they got word of the attack. When he asked if his team mates were alright, if he would see them again, all he received was the same answer, "that's none of your concern." And as time passed, the confused Russian was transported from base to base. Eventually, with head hung low, spirit broken, Bosko was transported to the swamp base.
Appearance:
Bosko may appear foreboding to those who don't know him well, the Russian standing at 6'4 with a muscular physique that's been gained from life's hardships. He's a bit pale skinned for a sniper, body littered with scars, tattoos printed on his arm and chest acting as souvenirs from his time in Majdanek. These same scars are also printed upon his face, though they are barely acknowledged when one notices the blonde haired man's empty eye socket. He doesn't find eyepatches very appealing, so he instead wears his aviator glasses constantly to hide the hole on his face. His remaining eye is dull and gray, dark circles surrounding it, emphasizing the look of fear he usually wears on his face. His appearance is a youthful one, what with having been exposed to all the regenerative radiation from the respawn system to such an extent and to the same template from when he first joined, though he still carries the experiences of all the years in service to BLU. So, to put it frankly, Bosko has lived for a great number of years, but due to his constant respawning from day to day, he has continued to revert back to the template he had when he first signed up. He ages, but it doesn't look as though he has.
First Person Sample!:
I don't think there's anything wrong with having one eye… Is there? It's the first thing everyone has ever stared at when I first came to BLU, and even with my aviators on, they could notice! Everyone always call me dead eye… But my eye is not dead though! Maybe they do not know that eyes cannot be alive. …Or at least I do not think they can be… Maybe I should just ask a demoman If I could borrow his eyepatch, I hate thinking so much while I'm out on patrol!
Third Person Sample!:
"Hello!? Anyvun! Please!" Desperate cries filled the corridors of the RED base as a tall, muscular one-eyed marksman wandered the hallways, lost amidst the labyrinth that was the base. Bosko always felt sincerely frightened when going into the large complex, the possibility of being found by a member of RED and tormented into giving them information causing him to weep openly. And here he was now; lost, alone, and weakened by an arrow shot into his left shoulder, an easy prey for any man with a gun and a little spare time on his hands. He knew he couldn't do much with his own, already loosing feeling in his left arm as the blood continued to soak through his blue shirt. "Please! Shave and Haircut!" He made the Medic call, leaning on a nearby wall. to catch his breathe, feeling a few tears spill from his eye.
Image:
