CHEKOV, MIKHAIL NIKOLAEVICH

[MIKHAIL NIKOLAEVICH CHEKOV]

Player's Name: Synthetic
Other Characters: Victor Howe
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Random Fact: I am incapable of learning a language other than through speaking it.

Name: Mikhail Nikolaevich Chekov
Alias: Mik, Nik
Age: 80, looks 48
Birthday: November 13
Gender: male
Species: vampire
Social Class: merchant class
Job/Position: Procurer, Torturer, and Brothel owner.
Sexual Preference: Presumably Heterosexual

Hair: Short, Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6’6”
Weight: 190 lbs

Mikhail is a vampire of finer tastes. Though he may not be a noble… he is however a world-renowned merchant for his ability to procure any and all manner of creatures. He is a slithering betrayer of friendship out for money and glory of blood. He loves a fine tasting wine made from blood but will resort to catching his prey in a web of fanciful lies that trick and ensnare his victims to him. He is a brute only when he needs to be but will often choose to solve things with words rather than with fists. Though he prides himself in being well mannered and cultured… he is not afraid to raise his sleeves and get dirty himself. Rather he likes the challenge of tearing down an opponent with his own hands.

Though he may appear as a stoic, he is not. He appears to others quietly but when interacted with, Mikhail can talk from any topic, art, fishing, or even brawling and how to perform medical procedures. Years spent reading gives him a fine appreciation to human companionship, but not relationships. He shudders to think one day he will have to procreate to continue his legacy.

Unlight
Mikhail was born on the night of his mother’s murder. She was in labor and the child she was birthing was an illegitimate one of a noble vampire. She screamed and bled from her nether regions as the child ripped through her flesh sucking on her blood. She didn’t die by his hands… but by his father’s hands as he staked her once the vampire baby was bundled into a blanket and fed a bottle of freshly procured blood.

The moon was reddened over and the screams of locals at the pubs sounded as the Vampire noble took his freshly born son off. No one could know of this. The child was illegitimate and would never be granted a title of nobility so why even sully his and his wife’s name? So Mikhail’s father dropped the child off with an old friend, an elder vampire who was disconnected with the council of vampires and nobility. He lived in the forests deep within Soviet Russia and that is where Mikhail would be raised.

Darkest Child
Mikhail being raised in an isolated forest was a perfect choice. His “father” trained him to control his urges and abilities in the most brutish way possible. He starved the boy and would keep him chained up while he drank. He forced Mikhail to learn how to control himself.

There was only two incidents where Mikhail could not stop himself. The nearby village girls were naughty one summer and trekked through the forest, in Mikhail’s childhood territory. He saw them and their flesh pumping with blood and he couldn’t keep back. He was barely 8 at the time but the murder of five teenaged girls did not go unnoticed. His adopted father locked him up in a cage surrounded by crucifixes. He was fed small portions of blood until he learned his lesson. He was released when he was barely 15 years old.

He had spent the time he was confined reading and learning to carve things with a knife. Though he had been in constant agony being pushed toward the center by the crosses that surrounded him. He was allowed to read all manners of books and he stumbled through a stack his father had procured for him. Among them was a book of torture. He was vastly interested and observed it softly, keeping the book with him until he was allowed out.

The House of Leaves
Once released his adoptive father and him moved to Austria where they settled into a small home surrounded by trees. It was a quaint place. The curtains covered in dark drapes that layered each other, keeping out the sunlight. And there, Mikhail spent most of his time writing and researching. His father was old and only noticed when he was hungry, otherwise the man had no care to his interests. Mikhail spent many a year on perfecting the proper cut and drainage of human blood. He considered sinking his teeth into the victim as uncivilized and preferred to be cultured about it.

It wasn’t long that the nearby towns folk noticed a pattern of missing women and men alike. Mikhail had been burying their bloodless corpses underneath the trees that surrounded the estate. He collected a leaf from each tree and named it after each victim. Soon he had leaves lining the walls of his room and eventually he tacked them along every wall in the house. At this point, his adoptive father noticed what was going on and bid him stop. But Mikhail would not have it. No… he turned his methods onto the man and drained his blood and venom out.

He was free.

Phantasm
From that moment on, he was on his own. He took his adoptive father’s money and went forth into the world. He traveled and tasted many a blood. There were some days where he could not control himself and he hid away, starving himself until he remembered he must not be caught. His appearance aged and soon, over 65 years he looked as if he was 48.

His travels led him across Europe and Asia, he formed connections with vampires in many countries. He learned from the torturers of Japan to France. He became known as someone who could procure any form of human possible for a vampire. He also was known for his methods of extracting blood and confessions from human and supernatural alike.

Eventually his travels led him to London. Here he could smell the mixture of filth and blood that coated the streets. It was here... he began his business, a brothel.

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Signed: Synthetic