| As the Soviet Union was crumbling to pieces, a young Ukrainian boy followed his father northeast towards St. Petersburg from Odessa. When the KGB was giving way to the FSB, a young Vasily Tometchko was entering army service. He earned himself distinction in a rifle company, became an intelligence officer, and swiftly discovered himself wrapped up in a Labyrinth of the St. Petersburg Guardians of the Veil. His awakening on the Path to Arcadia was an unexpected surprise, and an asset soon became an ally.
For over 20 years, Vasily served Russia in the vain hope that his homeland of Ukraine would benefit from the work he did. Under the Shadowname of Yaroslav the Wise he shepherded the formation of a new consilium as one of its first Councilors, and eventually abdicated his post to resume his work as a Susceptor. East of the Danube, he earned the sort of reputation Guardians rarely achieve; egalitarian, conscientious, and patient. The latter an even rarer trait among Acanthus.
But when the Russian army annexed the Crimea and backed right wing paramilitary separatists in Donbas and Donetsk, Vasily's dual loyalties came into conflict. With the blessing of his Epopt, he traveled to Ukraine to-- officially --confront and contend with a pylon of Seers of the Throne who had been operating with impunity in the war torn region. With the help of his cadre, the Firebirds, he was able to dismantle the Pylon member by member. Much of the violence in the east of the country ceased, and his Epopt attempted to recall him.
But seeing the writing on the wall and realizing he had cast the dice, he fled west. Through Europe, from Consilium to Consilium, moving from cover to cover, masque to masque, until at last he stepped off a gangway in New York and caught the Amtrak to Philadelphia.
He speaks the language like a student of the language, rather than a frequent speaker. He finds American optimism and familiarity grating, and the culture largely repellent. But at least no one is asking him to spy on his own people. Well. Not those people, anyway.
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Refugee: Vasily has recently fled the Donbas area of eastern Ukraine.
Fugitive or Freedom fighter?: Vasily used to serve as a rather highly placed officer of the FSB at their offices in St. Petersburg, Russia. Then he quit.
Former Councilor: For a time, Vasily served as a councilor in St. Petersburg.
Ukrainian: Vasily lived a life of dual loyalties in St. Petersburg, and finally picked a side.
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- 21st January, 2023: The Eyes of the Mask: Firebird Meeting
- 21st January, 2023: There Are Two Of You
- 21st January, 2023: Drawing A Wildcard
- 22nd January, 2023: Temporal Artefacts of the Lenape
- 25th January, 2023: Tension, Drama, and Lady Cluck-Cluck
- 30th January, 2023: At Another Time, In Another Place
- 30th January, 2023: Photography and Imposter Syndrome
- 3rd February, 2023: Perfecting Kisses and Cadres
- 4th February, 2023: What Simone Saw
- 22nd February, 2023: Belated Announcements
- 30th April, 2023: A Stoat, Two Foxes, A Chicken, and a Dog
- 30th July, 2023: Somebody Has To, Kid
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| Long Term Nimbus: A tendency to discover loose change in unexpected places, particularly silver coins.
Immediate Nimbus: A warping of time, a sensation of harnessed potential. (-1 Wits, -1 Composure, -1 Resolve)
Signature Nimbus: A coppery taste on the tongue, the zing of licking a battery, a whiff of cordite.
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Third Degree Adept Pavlichenko
Guardian and Enchanter on the Path to Arcadia
Supernal Realm of Fate and Time, and abode of Fae
Scion of the Watchtower of the Lunargent Thorn
Adept of Fate, Time, and Mind
Lorekeeper of the Firebirds
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"It's no secret that a conscience can sometimes be a pest
It's no secret ambition bites the nails of success
Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief
All kill their inspiration and sing about their grief
A man will rise, a man will fall
From the sheer face of love
Like a fly from a wall
It's no secret at all."
-U2, The Fly
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"The city walls are all come down
The dust, a smoke screen all around
See faces ploughed like fields that once
Gave no resistance
And we live by the side of the road
On the side of a hill
As the valley explodes
Dislocated, suffocated
The land grows weary of its own."
-U2, A Sort of Homecoming
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Played By: AdHocAvenger
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