Talk:Oleksandra Tometchko

VASILY ALEXANDROVICH TOMETCHKO "The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day." -- David Foster Wallace, "This is Water"      OVERVIEW      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 with increasing fluency, though the idioms need some work. 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. Rumors: Brought the sleepwalker "Ray" Clearwater in from the cold. Commanded the assault team which attacked the beshilu warrens in Centralia. Brought a truly massive spirit of decay under his sway. He has no Spirit magic to speak of.  ROLEPLAY HOOKS Refugee - Vasily recently fled Ukraine for the United States. He is active in the Ukrainian expatriate community and can be found at the Ukrainian Orthodox Church and Ukrainian Sports Center up in Bucks County quite regularly. Intelligence Operative - Vasily used to serve as a rather highly placed officer of the FSB at their offices in St. Petersburg, Russia. Then he quit. His later career was largely concerned with the administration of CENTRAL, the Guardian Labyrinth housed within St. Petersburg's FSB, but he was no stranger to fieldwork. Perhaps you were there that one time in Budapest, or remember the time things went sideways in Vienna, or helped him beat the clock that one time in Berlin. Fallen From Grace - Vasily was well placed and well respected once upon a time. He was the Acanthus Councilor in St. Petersburg, and a Susceptor for the Guardian Caucus there. Now he's rebuilding his reputation in a new caucus on a new continent in a new country. He seems to be handling the loss in status and influence remarkably well, all things considered. Weapons - Vasha has a wide variety of firearms and explosives in his arsenal. If you need someone to get you a shiny new boomstick, he's a good one to ask. He's also a good one to ask if you need to take out a tank for whatever reason.  AWAKENED INFORMATION Long Term Nimbus - A tendency to discover loose change in unexpected places, particularly silver coins. Immediate Nimbus - Time stutters and warps around the Acanthus, making him seem to be undertaking dozens of actions at once with disorienting results. (-1 Wits, -1 Composure, -1 Resolve) Signature Nimbus - A coppery taste on the tongue, the zing of licking a battery, a whiff of cordite. Recognized Title - 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  MASQUES File:VasilyChatelaine.jpg Cover Name: Ivan Medvedev Cover Profession: Russian Oligarch Cover Proficiencies: Infiltration, Observation, Destruction of Artifacts, Negotiation with Left-Hand Practitioners, Interpersonal Communication. File:VasilyRedDeath.jpg Cover Name: Grigoriy Popovich Cover Profession: Mercenary Cover Proficiencies: Small Arms, Heavy Weapons, Marksmanship, Infiltration, Assassination, Demolitions, Asset Control and Extraction.  CONTACTS Krasnaya I come with knives and agony to love you. Zoya Rise up and take the power back, it's time that the fat cats had a heart attack. Leta Think slowly, try to remember I'm alive. My body is here and I am inside. Mei Her beauty is a form of charity dressed to suppress all kinds of sorrow. Hearth There's two of us; both can't be right, and neither will move till it's over. Mearcstapa Youth without youth, can you read my mind?  GALLERY  QUOTES "This is an example quote. You can leave a quote here, showing how your character would speak about Vasily behind his back." - Your Name Here

PROFILE Legal Name: Ivan Medvedev (Иван Медведев) (Alternate Identity 2) Aliases: Vasily Tometchko (Василы Тометчко) Vasha Pavlichenko Apparent Age: Late 40s Venue: Mage Path: Acanthus Order: Guardians of the Veil Legacy: Red Guards (Красная гвардия) Cadre: Firebirds (жар-птица) Position: Decorticator Faceclaim: Jude Law Player: DadHoc Public Effects: Consilium Status 1 Guardians of the Veil Status 2 Soundtrack "The Fly", U2 It's no secret that a conscience Can sometimes be a pest It's no secret that 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 "Wish You Were Here", Pink Floyd So, so you think you can tell Heaven from hell? Blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? Did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? "Grin", Guster Watching all the things they've done This is real When revolution comes From misguided hands Frightening And in all the idiots I see Thoughtless men casting doubts on me Enlightening Drowning in understanding Swallowed poison keeps them well But watching the others struggle through Makes me grin Should I tell the mindless stumbling through That I have found it? They'll turn the vice once And slowly break your hand Will it come back to you now Just like it never left? Peel away their faith, their fears Have led them towards the worse one See the way their minds have glazed They're looking for the worst one But I have found it      LOGS Logs Found Here