Basics:
* Name: Yuri Dragunov
* Gender: Male
* Age: 49, Born August 8th, 1960
* Nationality: Russian
* Personality:
- A man chasing an impossibility, Yuri 'The Wise Drake' Dragunov tends to be quite the nice fellow. He is a man quick to smile and slow to anger, free-spirited, and with a drive to succeed in all he attempts.
Only one failure so far, and that one's more of a "work-in-progress." Has been ever since the incident, to be honest, and while most would have given up at the starting line, if not years ago, he shall not relent.
Especially not with his new job giving him just the right tools he needed for so long...
He. Will. Not. Be. Denied.
-- Likes: Interesting books; Fine dining; Learning new things; spending time with family.
-- Dislikes: Boredom, to be alleviated immediately; Most "Fast Foods" get thrown in the trash; getting told he "can't know something".
Informational:
* Position Applying For:
- Director of Paranormal Studies
* Schooling:
- MSc in Physics and Astronomy, from MMIoA (currently MEPhI); PhD in Ecology, from Lomonosov MSU.
* Job History:
- Biologist, 4 years
- CERN Accelerator Physicist Associate, 3 years
- Ecological Risk Assessor, 8 years
- Senior Ecological Risk Assessor, 3 years
* Military/Police Experience:
- 5 years of military service, serving his stint in the [REDACTED] as an information analyst, specifically in the field of enemy operations studies.
* Paranormal/Supernatural Experiences:
- "The Incident": They held their ground valiantly under Sokolov's command. The Afghan lands were rough, unyielding, each nook hiding possible guerillas and each cranny stringing up the next trap. They were not supposed to interfere in their civil war, and for years had denied direct military intervention.
And then, something changed. Rumors were abound: it was the religious fanatics, the leadership changed to favor the Westeners, either China or the blasted Americans were behind the rebellion, the muhajideen forces must be brought low, and more was spoken in whispers. Fewer yet knew the truth.
Yuri had been doing well, assisting his brother Ivan with the location and assessment of threat zones while his elder and captain strive to gain higher merits for himself. The men trusted them both, looking at Ivan for leadership and purpose, and his "Wise" brother for security and direction. It had all the makings of a great troop, a company that would have done great things under Sokolov's ground command. They had been fighting a protracted battle against the shadows of the muhajideen for years. 1985 saw them replace only half of their troops, in comparison to the others' and the fighting had been dying down. Only Yuri's vision had stopped them from charging alongside the massacre of the DRI against mujahideen-held Arghandab District. This, this was supposed to be one of the easier missions, Yuri remembered that well. The one that brought them back to the Motherland
1988.
A package of unknown origins had been sent through a convoy of likewise unknown starting grounds. The scouts had located minimal resistance to their armored forces, and Yuri could not see anything wrong with a swift interception.
And indeed, the battle itself was done swiftly.
Their casualties minimal, and their relocation speedy, it had taken them hours to break into the armored containers. The steel was much tougher than its known counterparts, and their work slow and methodical, as to not harm whatever lies behind the doors. The troops were starting to feel restless, thinking of their wives, of family and friends. They had survived. They were going home, as soon as they could deliver their gains to their commanders.
What awaited them inside were horrors beyond their ken.
Papers started to float amidst them, flowing menacingly. One couldn't imagine paper being scary, but when temperatures fell swiftly, the lights dimmed unto perpetual darkness during midday, and the shadows whispered terrors whilst cackling in their minds, well, things went from scary to 'shoot anything that moves!' Not that it helped. Not one bit.
Yuri had been frozen stiff, while his brother Ivan took immediate charge and commanded to close the container once more. This only forced the shadows to attack them directly, ripping and tearing through flesh and bone as if it was the paper, and as the lights went dimmer, and the shadows larger, the casualties only grew.
The papers were spinning rapidly now, squiggles floating in the middle of air, seemingly ripping at it, tearing away to open the
way. And the air gave place to nothingness, deep and imperial, and all men tried to flee from it. To the vehicles they ran, uncaring of the torment those behind them suffered, only thinking of home, of friends and families and wives and how theydidnotwanttodiehere! Ivan, of course, leading the retreat from the front, holding Yuri on his shoulders, whom was staring and trying to comprehend the impossibility of what was going on.
Futile, really.
Metal was torn with the same ease as skin and bones of moments ago, soldiers grasped from within their unmoving cages and dragged into the nothing, wether whole, or not. They could only pray, now, and beg for release, but none came.
It was their end made manifest. And all Yuri could think of was how impossible this all was, even Ivan screamed himself hoarse right beside him, his foot stomping on the accelerator to the floor, slightly bending it down into the casing.
In the end, what brought this all to an end was all thanks to a lone man wanting his last smoke. His cigarette fell on the flowing gasoline on the from half of his APC, which prompted a swift explosion.
The world burned, and the nothingness
screamed.
The dragging was relentless now, uncaring, the shadow only seeking its prize before the flames reached the circle of papers. Theirs was the only car left, the only one racing towards the tomorrow. It was a mad dash to the horizon, madder yet for the flowing darkness that sought their lives.
The fires had but reached the center of the pitch darkness, and the first of the papers was lit. It would not be long, now.
They must have hit
something, because next thing Yuri knew, the car was on its side, the engine in flames and about to cook him alive, and his brother gone. He pulled himself out of the crashed vehicle with speed, to the darkness fleeing back. Back to the circle, back
to whence it came from, with his brother the smallest of pinks amidst a wave of blackness. The fire had overcome the circle, now, and the connection was disappearing. It had taken what it could.
Ivan could only look at his brother in abject terror as he was pulled through the portal, as Yuri sat still. And stared. And slowly, oh so slowly... he started to smile.
He was released two years later, and "The Incident" was publically confirmed to have been an enemy attack on the camp in response to the plunderage of the convoy. He was the sole survivor.
* Positive Quirks:
- Genius: To call Yuri a smart man would be an understatement. His work leans on the exemplary on a bad day, striving for the most in-depth analysis and learning of any given subject matter, or the most comprehensive study of that which lays unknown.
- Connected: The Dragunovs are a respected, wealthy family with a lot of influence in various economic and military sectors. Wether it be personnel, information, supplies, or even money, there is little Yuri is not able to get his hands on... provided he can pay the price.
* Negative Quirks:
- Quirky: Call it a facet of the man in a white vest, but Yuri tends to act as he wills. He shan't break the rules, that ain't his style, but expect to see them bent in a circle after he's through, should it so benefit him.
Oh, and keep an eye open around April Fools.
- Stubborn: Once something has gained his focus, or his ire, very little can shake him off the path he has chosen. After all the Wise are oft the most set in their thoughts.
Background:
* Family:
- Father: Dimitri Dragunov, Monarch of the Skies. Deceased in 2006, passing away with no complications from a life lived well. A staunch traditionalist of old money, Dimitri raises his sons of the pure values of the Motherland.
His greatest contributions to the family lay after the dissolution of the USSR in 1991. Managing to gain the trust of state officials and barristers, he was a key investor and proponent of the privatization of Aeroflot, the main Russian airline. Although the state still owns the majority, it was Dimitri that, with the aid of his son Aleksander, managed to claim to over half of the remaining ownership of what was to become Aeroflot – Russian International Airlines (ARIA) for his family's growing fortunes, while also investing into the many other Babyflots (smaller, more regional airlines formed from former Aeroflot directorates).
Unto his death, all such shares were sold back to the employees for billions of rubles by Iris for her long-standing attempts at wealth consolidation and re-investment, with a smaller percentage being gifted to the Lebedevs' NRC by request of her mother Irina.
- Mother: Irina Dragunov née Lebedev, Swan Queen. Deceased in 2007, passing away with no complications from a life lived well. A dutiful wife and a loving mother, Irina had been a successful ballerina, right 'til the day she came with child and married Dimitri. She continued her love for dance through private teaching, most notable being her tutelage of [REDACTED]. Was known for having made great monetary contributions to dancing institutions across the world and the theatrical movement of the 20th century.
- Elder Brother: Ivan Dragunov, the Flame of Wrath. Making fast enemies, and faster friends, Ivan had been the family spitfire. Born one year prior to Yuri, he would use his age and strength for years to lovingly torment his little brother. Rose quickly through his early military years to captainhood, until an expedition assessed by Yuri went horribly wrong...
Currently MIA, refer to "The Incident" for further known info.
- Younger Brother: Aleksander Dragunov, Starseeker. Alive, a major politician of the Communist Party, as well as being one of the major representatives of Rosaviakosmos (Roscosmos).
Has a son and daughter, Aria and Alexei Dragunov, born fraternal twins.
- Younger Sister: Iris Sarayova née
Dragunov, Dragunov Imperial Jewel. Alive, currently the CEO of [REDACTED], with further business dealings in the aerospace community with support of her brother Aleksander.
Has a daughter of her own, named Emerald.
* Relationships: Single.
* Children: Hah! No.
* General Background Writeup:
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Special:
* Secret Agenda: Yes
* Can you do Magic: No