Post by Spoy on Jan 12, 2011 3:49:09 GMT -5
Full name } Andrick Morozov.
Aliases } Andy, And, Rick, Ricky.
Species } Human.
Age } 42.
Weight } 506 pounds.
Height } 6' 5"
Build } Very bulky and sturdy, overweight and built for brute strength, not speed.
Place of Origin } Derbent, Russia.
Strengths }
• Really packs a punch, a fist to the face could spell catastrophe.
• Skilled in firearms, loves miniguns to be exact.
• Very loyal to his team and those who befriend him.
Weaknesses }
• Very slow, tires easily due to his size.
• Gullible and child-like, can easily be swindled into thinking otherwise about something.
• Cannot and will not do anything on an empty stomach.
Quirks }
• Collects quarters. What does he do with them?
Melt them down to make custom bullets, of course.
• Loves medics, hates Scouts.
• Lunchbox at his waist contains a sandvich, a Dalohks bar, and if he's able to get any out of a RED teamed scout, the occasional Bonk. (Though he doesn't really drink it, preferring milk over it.)
• Favorite food is chocolate.
Injuries } Split scrape over his nose, bandage on his left cheek, right arm is bruised, left shoulder is bandaged due to a bullet wound.
Scars } Long gash starting parallel to his right cheek and cutting past his lip, ending at his chin. Kukri scars past his elbow on his left arm and ending at his wrist.
Appearance } One glance at the man could easily determine him as a heavy that spent more time in the Infirmary then on the Battlefield. Glaringly bright green eyes stared out of a scar-riddled face, light skin flawed by a scrape on his nose and a long scar running down the right side of his face. A small bandage was stuck on the left side of his jaw, covering a miniscule nick that hid underneath it. A toque covered the top of his head, colored a light red with yellow zigzags cutting through the fabric. Two flaps on the hat would normally cover the back of his head or fall around his ears, only thing hanging free despite the small yellow pompom hanging from the string tied to the top of his hat. A white-and-grey button emblazoned with the bolded black font of 'MANN. CO' was pinned onto the side of his hat, displayed proudly. He normally wore a dusky brown colored vest with the standard red shirt below, symbol of his rank on each of his shoulders, a white shirt visible underneath. A belt of minigun bullets was strapped along his chest. Arms were beaten with several scars, bandaged left arm scarred by the horrid cuts that could only belong to a kukri, while other arm held up slightly better, with several large bruises located near his elbow and lower shoulder. Dark khaki-colored pants clung to his rather short legs, held up by a darker colored belt, on which a ammo pouch and lunchbox dangled off of. It all ended with dirt-encrusted boots, showing the wear and tear of his job on a daily basis.
Personality } Andrick was never one to be serious, acting more like a child then the adult he truly was. He was more like a sluggish bulldog for lack of a better analogy, usually found lazing around the Infirmary instead of actually doing his part out on the battlefield. Despite his rough appearance, he was actually quite friendly to those on his team, nothing short of a loyal member. He was more warm towards medics and demomen, usually fearful of scouts due to their usually rash demeanor. To those on the opposite team, he was a giant to be trifled with. Once gentle giant could turn into a terrifying tyrant in a split second as soon as he fired the gun and the heat of battle flared up in his veins. He was most happy at any hour of the day that involved food, usually more approachable on a full stomach. When the day comes to a close or his schedule falls short, he is usually found collecting quarters or being a general (though not on purpose.) nuisance around the team.
