Evgeny Maslov
Dec 19, 2010 18:40:38 GMT -5
Post by Evgeny Maslov on Dec 19, 2010 18:40:38 GMT -5
[/i]The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Evgeny Mikihail Maslov
Nickname: None.
Age: Twenty-six.
Member Group: Local.
Power(s): Terrakinesis.
Play By: Garrett Hedlund.Let it F L O W . . .[Please bare in mind that throughout these scenarios, Evgeny is actually speaking Russian but it is in English for the sake of not having to use a translater, ha.]
Evgeny didn't understand this. How had he survived the explosion? What had happened after he had been knocked out? Where was Yulia? Endless questions circled around his head, waiting for an answer. Rope bound his hands together behind his back, and he was secured tight inside a chair. Oh, these guys were smart. They knew a military trained official such as himself would be able to escape handcuffs. They also knew he would find a way out if any limbs weren't bound, so his feet were also tied, but not in rope. Shackles wrapped around his ankles much too tightly, anchoring him to the floor and causing him to lose circulation in his feet. He heard the door open, but he was so tightly bound he couldn't even turn his head to see who had entered in behind him. As far as he could see, the room was empty, other than his chair, another chair, a table dividing them, and the person who had just entered. Evgeny looked up with his eyes. A camera was set on him in the corner of the ceiling.
"Evgeny Maslov... Highly trained Russian military official, Odarennyĭ Institute graduate, and a meta-human. Twenty-six years of age with an impressive ability to manipulate the Earth. Is that correct, Maslov?"
The figure came into sight, and sat in the chair across from him. Evgeny felt vulnerable, but he didn't give up. He didn't squirm or flinch. "That's correct. Now it's time to answer some of my questions."
"Not so fast, Maslov. I don't believe you're in any position to be issuing demands. We'll do this my way." The other male, the enemy, leaned forward in his chair and rested his elbows on the table. "Do you remember what happened, Mr. Maslov?"
Evgeny's rage was becoming harder to contain. Being one of the top metas in his unit, he was not used to being ordered around much. Nor did he quite tolerate it. Still, he thought about this question. He thought about the best way to answer. "No, not really. Why don't you refresh my memory?"
The man rose from his seat and began to pace back and forth around the room as he told the story. Evgeny's story. It was discomforting that this man knew everything of what happened to himself, when he knew next to nothing. He always felt that he should know, above all else. Not knowing was scary. "You were patrolling with your partner, Yulia Sokolov. You remember her? She was your partner for seven years, Maslov. Seven years. Quite a long time. We would have picked her up as well, if she had not been near death when we found her."
Near death? Evgeny choked, and held back a couple of stray tears. Yulia was not only his partner, but she was his best friend. She was like family; just as close to him as his parents, Boris and Svetlana. Just as close to him as his little brother, Alexai. He had even grown up with her; they went to the same meta-human school (even if they hadn't liked each other at the time). To think of her as dead, cold and blue, was nerveracking. Especially when she was usually so full of life.
"I can see that hurts you," He put a cold hand on Evgeny's shoulder, but it was not comforting at all. It seemed more condescending than anything else. "but she's in a better place now. If you believe in all that. Anyway, continuing on with my story." He lifted his hand from Evgeny's shoulder, and began to pace again. "You were to check out an abandoned building. I think it used to be a factory. There had been reports that this very organization, the one you're sitting with right now, was hiding out there. It was a trap, Evgeny. A trap. I'm surprised you hadn't caught on, being the cunning fellow that you are. Claymores lined the entire building, and once you both were inside, it set off a huge explosion. It wasn't supposed to kill either of you, but poor Yulia had been at the wrong place in the wrong time. The reason? Well, it was easier to capture both of you when you were weak. Our organization has no metas to match your strength, but we're looking to change that."
"And so, we picked you up, and boy, did you put up a fight. We had to sedate you for a couple of hours just to get you here. You broke a couple of bones and have a lot of burns, but nothing too major. We believe you tore up the ground and used that as a cover, by the looks of the terrain at the factory. We're going to take care of you and treat your injuries so you can make a full recovery." The man smiled. It was a sharp-toothed smile. A menacing smile. A smile that you would not want to be directed at you. Evgeny kept a straight face the entire time. The only time his face even showed a snippet of pain was when he mentioned Yulia, who was now pronounced dead.
"Anything else?"
"Not from me, no. You'll have another official come in here to speak with you in a minute. And don't even think about trying to use your power. You know what my power is? I deactivate powers. And yours are useless here unless I want them to be useful." With that, the man left the room and left Evgeny alone, but it wasn't long before someone else entered. This time, it was a woman.
"Hello, Evgeny. I'm Doctor Petrova, but please, call me Anna." Anna sat down across from him. She was beautiful, but that didn't phase him, mainly because of the predicament he happened to be in.
"Hey." He responded.
"I'm here because you may have suffered from some severe trauma during the explosion and from being held captive. You may be subject to memory loss, so I'm going to work with you to pull back some of those memories. Alright?"
"Sounds good, Doc."
"Okay. Try to remember - what was your childhood like? Your family life?"[/i]
"I really don't think I'm suffering from any memory loss."
"Just please answer the questions."[/i]
Evgeny sighed, and would have shaken his head, if he could have. "My parents are Boris and Svetlana Maslov. I have a little brother named Alexai. He's eighteen. We lived in poverty for a long time... Sometimes, they had to decide whether they ate or if their kids were fed. They're not so bad off anymore since their kids are out of the house, but still aren't that well off. My whole family is meta, so we all went to Odarennyĭ. When I was a teenager I started acting up, which is normal, but I took it to the extreme. I liked using my power to scare people. I used it to threaten, even. Committed some crimes with it. I did things like, 'If you don't give me your money, I'll throw lava on you.' Most of those were empty threats because I'd never actually hurt someone like that. And at the time, I wasn't trained well enough to go that deep underground and have lava come spurting up through the cracks. But I did pick up trees and throw them at cars. I was even going to Odarennyĭ at the time when all this happened. I was a bad kid.
"Usually, I didn't do that. Usually, I just did the stupid stuff, like stole from stores, smoked, drank, had unprotected sex, etc. But when I was eighteen I started to grow up a little. By nineteen I was completely clean because the military whipped me into shape, but I was still a little mischievious. Still am, too. I never did quite grow out of certain traits I had as a teenager, such as my hotheadedness and rebellious attitude. But I do know how to control it now when I need to, thanks to the military. I guess you could say I'm kind of a joker, too. I don't like to take things seriously and--"
"That's enough, Evgeny. I didn't ask for your personality, or even your whole life story. Just your childhood, and family life. It looks like you remember things fine, though."[/i] Anna jotted some notes down on a pad of paper, and then retrieved something from her pocket. A needle. She tapped it a couples times. "Now, if you just relax, I'm going to inject you with something."[/i] But Evgeny didn't relax. His eyes widened, and he began to squirm in his seat. The shackles tore at the skin on his ankles, which then began to bleed. Anna struggled to get him to stay still, until she finally gave up and jammed the needle into his shoulder. He howled in protest. There was one thing he failed to mention, and that was that he was a fighter, through and through. The world around him spun for a little while before everything faded to black.
[Now, there are some things I didn't mention in this scenario. One thing is, that he escaped the compound five months later by making a friend within the organization (Anna) who later set him free. He was traumatized by the experience of an explosion, his best friend dying, and then being kidnapped. Evgeny was presumed dead by the Russian military, and he never went back because of the trauma. Instead, he travelled to Pilot Ridge, Vermont, to fulfill his dream of being a teacher at a meta-human school; one that was not military based, and where the students had free will to do what they wished. But when he got to Pilot Ridge, he ended up not being a Hammel Institute teacher, but instead taught kindergarten to the humans and potential meta-humans of Pilot Ridge.]
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Behind the M A S K . . .
Name: Cav.
Age: Teenager.
RP Experience: About 4 years.
How did you find us?: Ad.
Show your S K I L L S . . .
See Trevor Tabassi's app.[/blockquote]
