Vasily Tometchko

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"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.
  • Participated in the investigation and commanded the mission that brought the Scelestus Uvaush before the Interfector.
  • Redacted a Veil breach caused by a Seer impersonating the Interfector and apprehended the Seer in question.
 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
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Archetype: The Chatelaine
Cover Name: Ivan Medvedev
Cover Profession: Russian Oligarch
Cover Proficiencies: Infiltration, Observation, Destruction of Artifacts, Negotiation with Left-Hand Practitioners, Interpersonal Communication.



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Archetype: The Red Death
Cover Name: Grigoriy Popovich
Cover Profession: Mercenary
Cover Proficiencies: Small Arms, Heavy Weapons, Marksmanship, Infiltration, Assassination, Demolitions, Asset Control and Extraction.


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Archetype: The Gopnik
Cover Name: Yuri Androvich
Cover Profession: Street Hustler
Cover Proficiencies: Knives, Larceny, Fencing, Street Level Information, Knowing a Guy











 CONTACTS
 GALLERY

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 QUOTES
  • "I love him more than breath and heartbeats, even if he doesn't understand why. He is home, and he always comes home." - Fox
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 PROFILE
Legal Name:
Ivan Medvedev (Иван Медведев)
(Alternate Identity 2)
Aliases:
Vasily Tometchko (Василы Тометчко)
Vasha
Pavlichenko
Apparent Age:
Late 40s
Venue:
Mage
Virtue & Vice:
Tenacity & Ruthlessness
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


"The Weatherman", Dead Sara

His skin was soft as leather
I'm the weatherman
There's no one else worth the dedication
I'm the weatherman
'Cause hey kid
You got the heart without the ache
Pretentious thieves
Have you believe it's theirs to take


Addicted to the love of ourselves
I'm the weatherman
And tell no one else
I'm the weatherman


So go for the kill
'Cause no one else cares
Go for the kill, go for the kill
Go for the kill, go for the kill
Go for the kill, go for the kill
Go for the kill, go for the kill


"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?


"Doubting Thomas", Nickel Creek

What will be left when I've drawn my last breath
Besides the folks I've met and those who know me
Will I discover a soul saving love or
Just the dirt above and below me?


I'm a doubting Thomas
I took a promise
I do not feel safe
O' me of little faith


Sometimes I pray for a slap in the face
Then I beg to be spared cause I'm a coward
If there's a master of death I bet he's holding his breath
Cause I show the blind and tell the deaf
About his power


I'm a doubting Thomas
I can't keep my promises
Cause I don't know what's safe
O' me of little faith


Can I be used to help others find truth
When I'm scared that I'll find proof that it's a lie
Can I be led down a trail dropping bread crumbs
To prove I'm not ready to die


Please give me time to decipher the signs
Please forgive me for time that I've wasted


I'm a doubting Thomas
I'll take your promise
Though I know nothing's safe
O' me of little faith
O' me of little faith


"Uncle Sam Goddamn", Brother Ali

All must bow to the fat and lazy
The fuck you, obey me, and why do they hate me?
Only two generations away
From the world's most despicable slavery trade
Pioneered so many ways to degrade a human being
That it can't be changed to this day
Legacy so ingrained in the way that we think
We no longer need chains to be slaves


Lord it's a shameful display
The overseers even got raped along the way
'Cause the children can't escape from the pain
And they're born with the poisonous hatred in their veins
Try and separate a man from his soul
You only strengthen him, and lose your own
But shoot that fucker if he walk near the throne
Remind him that this is my home, now I'm gone


Welcome to the United Snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
The grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred, and power is God
Welcome to the United Snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
The grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred, and power is God


"Whispers & Ashes", Dead Sara

Well it's my mistakes, that comfort me
Mysteries leave the blind
Guessing to explain
While I'm safe from the wreckage
My memory's torn
On what is worth fighting for
Then I'm safe from the wreckage
I don't feel safe anymore
Just floating above the earth, alone


Whispers and ashes, behold
Whispers and ashes
Cry over your pretty lies
Make them see a certain heat


Can you see through me
As dust just settles on
Whispers and ashes
I reach for the ceiling, to the sky above
How am I still living


Safe from the wreckage, I remember everything
All the freedom to follow
Stay faithful to me
Keep your words kind, I will never forget
I'll be just fine


"The Eye", Brandi Carlile

I am a sturdy soul
And there ain't no shame
In lying down in the bed you made
Can you fight the urge to run for another day
You might make it further if you learn to stay


I wrapped your love around me like a chain
But I never was afraid that it would die
You can dance in a hurricane
But only if you're standing in the eye


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