Age: 27
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6'
Weight: 160 pounds
Build: Athletic
Sebastian was born to Lorena Volodin when she was 15. He never knew his father. His younger brother, Arkady, had a different father. Lorena was pretty much hit or miss as a mom. She worked a lot. And partied. And then slept for hours on end. Sebastian- called Bas- ended up growing up quickly, taking care of his younger brother and his mom.
They lived in the run-down blocky apartment buildings of the Zamoskvorechye district of Moscow and spent most of his time outside playing and fighting. Sebastian learned how to fight early on. It was necessary to protect them from the older kids. But it wasn't so bad really. He liked fighting. And he liked the reputation he was getting. He didn't do great in school but no one cared about that anyway.
One time he was walking to school when a couple older kids- maybe 15- jumped him. His mom had just gotten him a brand new track suit for his 12th birthday- she was in her on-again phase as a mom. It was dark blue with the Adidas logo brightly visible in grey and he wore it proudly. He knew he looked like a badass, what with his shaved head and combat boots and all. Plus, he felt good. He really didn't get a lot of stuff from his mom so this was pretty special.
The jacket was big on him- ma either had gotten it big enough for him to grow in to, or- more likely- hadn't known what size to get- and the kid wanted it for himself. They came up to Sebastian and started crowding him, trying to intimidate him. Sebastian didn't back down. Instead, while they were still doing their looming thing, trying to scare him, Sebastian just hauled back and socked him in the eye. Like seriously hard. The other kid wad standing there in shock when Sebastian turned and sucker punched him in the throat. Then he knocked both boys down and started kicking them hard in the side and in the head, filled with rage at what they had tried to do. In his mind, he kept seeing the smile on his ma's tired face as he had opened his present.
The ferocity was so surprising and relentless that they had very little time to respond before they were hurt badly and finally managed to run away. Later, Bas found out the kid whose eye he'd punched had suffered permanent damage there. And the other kid a couple broken ribs. People kinda walked wide of him after that, which was pretty cool. His mom was pissed but he didn't care. He'd had to do what he had to do.
So that had been when he was 12. A lot of the older gopniks who ran the neighborhood started calling him Little Man, which, of course, he loved. Sometimes they'd let him have a smoke or a drink. Maybe even some weed. And the girls that hung around the gang were cute. These guys were the shit. His little brother tried to tag along but he'd tell him to go home. This was no place for a nine year old.
So yeah, he was one of the gang. One of the guys, Sarge, took him under his wing and started using him for stealing- sneaking him into windows- and other petty stuff. Soon he was running with them for real. By the time he was 15 he was a full part of the crew, which he proudly displated with the tattoos on his body. It was awesome. So they'd go out and get into fights with other cocksucker gangs and then come back and drink and smoke and fuck the girls. Yeah, definitely awesome.
They were a pretty tough crew. Enough that when some of the more powerful crime families recruited gangs as muscle or enforcers, the Mordvinov family usually wanted them. They ran a lot of the drug trade in their part of the city. And some of the prostitution rings- the stuff that wasn't exactly legal-like. Also protection scams. The usual stuff. Guys always needed muscle for that kind of thing. You know, maybe to go into a shop and kinda let the owners know what their protection would mean. Or what it would mean NOT to have it, if you know what I mean. And of course, there were always the turf wars. Some little fucker from the Perov family selling in their area would get stomped for sure.
Arkady joined too once he was older and Sebastian made sure to look out for him. He was his brother after all. His mom was all worried but he'd take care of him, no question. After all, he was the man of the house. He made sure that he always brought meat and vodka home at least twice a week. He'd even make borscht for his mom, when she got him from work or a parting or was sick or whatever.
This was his family. He took care of them. Presents on birthdays or at Christmas. They went to Mass and confession every week and he prayed to the Holy Virgin for guidance and protection of his family. For some reason, he felt a special bond to the Holy Mother, full of grace and kindness. He even had a large image of Her tattooed on his right arm. And if anyone gave him shit for that, they were usually walking around with a busted up nose for the next few weeks, that's for sure.
When he was 19 he had been sent with a small crew as back up for a new supplier meeting. Rodion Mordvinov, head of the family, had sent his son Roman, 20, along with an older trusted lieutenant to work it all out. Well, things turned sour fast. Turned out it was an ambush from of a rival family- AND a set up by that trusted lieutenant.
Pretty soon it turned into a shoot out. While hiding behind a crate, Bas saw Roman go down to a shot to his leg. He ran to the man, intent on protecting him. Security had been his job and he knew he'd be responsible if Roman was killed. His heart was beating, had he hoped he'd get there in time.
Well, he just wasn't that fast. He saw the lieutenant raise his gun to shoot Roman in the head. In panic, Bas desperately prayed to the Holy Mother, even as he ran az fast as he could. Bullets whizzed around him, but somehow they missed him. Just as the lieutenant was about to pull the trigger, he flew back as if hit by a truck, slammed into a wall and going down. Sebastian grabbed Roman and got him to safety. The rest of the crew took care of things- it was dying down anyway. Thankfully, Roman's only wound was the hit to his leg, really more of a graze.
The blame for the ambush was placed on the lieutenant- who had not died, something he ended up regretting for the next few hours of his life- and a blood vendetta was placed on the other family, the Kolomovs. Far from being called out for any security failures, Rodion thanked Bas for saving his son and made him part of the family.
Over the next few days, though, he took sick with fever and nearly died. Rodion made sure the family doctor took care of him so that there was no need for a hospital. Gradually he got better and he and Roman became good friends.
Suddenly he found himself in a different world than the one he'd grown up in, a world of money and power and influence, of clubs and expensive restaurants. He had a nice place to live, good clothes, the best to eat. And he loved it. Now this was his kind of spread. He made sure his mom and brother also benefited. By this time Arkady was pretty important in the old crew and he got him on in the new family. Times had changed for the Volodins. Yeah.
But sometimes he missed the old life. No negotiations. No endless meetings. No politics. He missed the simple struggle of life back home. So he'd put on some old clothes and go down to the old neighborhood. Maybe pick a fight or two. And then, back to his new life he'd go.
Something else had changed too. After that shootout, he found that if he prayed hard to the Holy Virgin, she blessed him with her power and he could do things- just like he had when the lieutenant had been thrown into the wall. He liked to play with his abilities and gradually learned that the Holy Mother's power was divided into different...flavors or whatever. Some he recognized, like fire or air. Once he learned that, hooo boy!, did he had fun, setting cars on fire or knocking things over with air. Other combinations did cool stuff too, like explosions. The police and others were always looking for bomb residue or which family was targeting which. And he just laughed at them in secret. It was all great fun.
All in all, things had gotten pretty interesting. He and Roman worked together all the time and Mr. Mordvinov used him more and more. Roman was a good guy and they became bros. Nobody was gonna mess with Roman and the Mordvinovs, not on his watch, any more than they would Arkady or his mom.. And he made sure that his family lived in style.
It was pretty sweet.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6'
Weight: 160 pounds
Build: Athletic
Sebastian was born to Lorena Volodin when she was 15. He never knew his father. His younger brother, Arkady, had a different father. Lorena was pretty much hit or miss as a mom. She worked a lot. And partied. And then slept for hours on end. Sebastian- called Bas- ended up growing up quickly, taking care of his younger brother and his mom.
They lived in the run-down blocky apartment buildings of the Zamoskvorechye district of Moscow and spent most of his time outside playing and fighting. Sebastian learned how to fight early on. It was necessary to protect them from the older kids. But it wasn't so bad really. He liked fighting. And he liked the reputation he was getting. He didn't do great in school but no one cared about that anyway.
One time he was walking to school when a couple older kids- maybe 15- jumped him. His mom had just gotten him a brand new track suit for his 12th birthday- she was in her on-again phase as a mom. It was dark blue with the Adidas logo brightly visible in grey and he wore it proudly. He knew he looked like a badass, what with his shaved head and combat boots and all. Plus, he felt good. He really didn't get a lot of stuff from his mom so this was pretty special.
The jacket was big on him- ma either had gotten it big enough for him to grow in to, or- more likely- hadn't known what size to get- and the kid wanted it for himself. They came up to Sebastian and started crowding him, trying to intimidate him. Sebastian didn't back down. Instead, while they were still doing their looming thing, trying to scare him, Sebastian just hauled back and socked him in the eye. Like seriously hard. The other kid wad standing there in shock when Sebastian turned and sucker punched him in the throat. Then he knocked both boys down and started kicking them hard in the side and in the head, filled with rage at what they had tried to do. In his mind, he kept seeing the smile on his ma's tired face as he had opened his present.
The ferocity was so surprising and relentless that they had very little time to respond before they were hurt badly and finally managed to run away. Later, Bas found out the kid whose eye he'd punched had suffered permanent damage there. And the other kid a couple broken ribs. People kinda walked wide of him after that, which was pretty cool. His mom was pissed but he didn't care. He'd had to do what he had to do.
So that had been when he was 12. A lot of the older gopniks who ran the neighborhood started calling him Little Man, which, of course, he loved. Sometimes they'd let him have a smoke or a drink. Maybe even some weed. And the girls that hung around the gang were cute. These guys were the shit. His little brother tried to tag along but he'd tell him to go home. This was no place for a nine year old.
So yeah, he was one of the gang. One of the guys, Sarge, took him under his wing and started using him for stealing- sneaking him into windows- and other petty stuff. Soon he was running with them for real. By the time he was 15 he was a full part of the crew, which he proudly displated with the tattoos on his body. It was awesome. So they'd go out and get into fights with other cocksucker gangs and then come back and drink and smoke and fuck the girls. Yeah, definitely awesome.
They were a pretty tough crew. Enough that when some of the more powerful crime families recruited gangs as muscle or enforcers, the Mordvinov family usually wanted them. They ran a lot of the drug trade in their part of the city. And some of the prostitution rings- the stuff that wasn't exactly legal-like. Also protection scams. The usual stuff. Guys always needed muscle for that kind of thing. You know, maybe to go into a shop and kinda let the owners know what their protection would mean. Or what it would mean NOT to have it, if you know what I mean. And of course, there were always the turf wars. Some little fucker from the Perov family selling in their area would get stomped for sure.
Arkady joined too once he was older and Sebastian made sure to look out for him. He was his brother after all. His mom was all worried but he'd take care of him, no question. After all, he was the man of the house. He made sure that he always brought meat and vodka home at least twice a week. He'd even make borscht for his mom, when she got him from work or a parting or was sick or whatever.
This was his family. He took care of them. Presents on birthdays or at Christmas. They went to Mass and confession every week and he prayed to the Holy Virgin for guidance and protection of his family. For some reason, he felt a special bond to the Holy Mother, full of grace and kindness. He even had a large image of Her tattooed on his right arm. And if anyone gave him shit for that, they were usually walking around with a busted up nose for the next few weeks, that's for sure.
When he was 19 he had been sent with a small crew as back up for a new supplier meeting. Rodion Mordvinov, head of the family, had sent his son Roman, 20, along with an older trusted lieutenant to work it all out. Well, things turned sour fast. Turned out it was an ambush from of a rival family- AND a set up by that trusted lieutenant.
Pretty soon it turned into a shoot out. While hiding behind a crate, Bas saw Roman go down to a shot to his leg. He ran to the man, intent on protecting him. Security had been his job and he knew he'd be responsible if Roman was killed. His heart was beating, had he hoped he'd get there in time.
Well, he just wasn't that fast. He saw the lieutenant raise his gun to shoot Roman in the head. In panic, Bas desperately prayed to the Holy Mother, even as he ran az fast as he could. Bullets whizzed around him, but somehow they missed him. Just as the lieutenant was about to pull the trigger, he flew back as if hit by a truck, slammed into a wall and going down. Sebastian grabbed Roman and got him to safety. The rest of the crew took care of things- it was dying down anyway. Thankfully, Roman's only wound was the hit to his leg, really more of a graze.
The blame for the ambush was placed on the lieutenant- who had not died, something he ended up regretting for the next few hours of his life- and a blood vendetta was placed on the other family, the Kolomovs. Far from being called out for any security failures, Rodion thanked Bas for saving his son and made him part of the family.
Over the next few days, though, he took sick with fever and nearly died. Rodion made sure the family doctor took care of him so that there was no need for a hospital. Gradually he got better and he and Roman became good friends.
Suddenly he found himself in a different world than the one he'd grown up in, a world of money and power and influence, of clubs and expensive restaurants. He had a nice place to live, good clothes, the best to eat. And he loved it. Now this was his kind of spread. He made sure his mom and brother also benefited. By this time Arkady was pretty important in the old crew and he got him on in the new family. Times had changed for the Volodins. Yeah.
But sometimes he missed the old life. No negotiations. No endless meetings. No politics. He missed the simple struggle of life back home. So he'd put on some old clothes and go down to the old neighborhood. Maybe pick a fight or two. And then, back to his new life he'd go.
Something else had changed too. After that shootout, he found that if he prayed hard to the Holy Virgin, she blessed him with her power and he could do things- just like he had when the lieutenant had been thrown into the wall. He liked to play with his abilities and gradually learned that the Holy Mother's power was divided into different...flavors or whatever. Some he recognized, like fire or air. Once he learned that, hooo boy!, did he had fun, setting cars on fire or knocking things over with air. Other combinations did cool stuff too, like explosions. The police and others were always looking for bomb residue or which family was targeting which. And he just laughed at them in secret. It was all great fun.
All in all, things had gotten pretty interesting. He and Roman worked together all the time and Mr. Mordvinov used him more and more. Roman was a good guy and they became bros. Nobody was gonna mess with Roman and the Mordvinovs, not on his watch, any more than they would Arkady or his mom.. And he made sure that his family lived in style.
It was pretty sweet.