Name: Konstantin 'Kostya' Anatolyevich Belinsky
Class: Sword Trainee -> Mercenary -> Hero
Character Skill: Maturity
Affinity:
Personal Fault: Making an Honest Living: When in combat against Soldiers and their promotions, -2 MT.
Personal Skill: One, Two, You're on Top: When within 3 spaces of 2 allies, +2 DR.
/Personal Skill: Brotherhood of Scavengers: When within 2 spaces of an ally under 50% HP, +15 EVA.
//Personal Skill: Grace of a Cornered Boar: When at weapon disadvantage, +2 AS.
Preferred stats: SKL, SPD
Weapon Profs: Sword -> Crushing (C), Sword (D)
Class Level: 1 (0/100)
Total Level: 1
Stats:
HP: 18+1 (75%)
STR: 4+1 (60%)
MAG: 0 (5%)
SKL: 5 (55%)
LCK: 2 (25%)
DEF: 2+2 (55%)
RES: 0 (55%)
SPD: 4 (40%)
CON: 4
AID: 3
MOV: 4
Bio:
Other souls were born the children of great dynasties, born with a silver spoon in their mouths to aspire to greatness as the children of great war heroes, powerful noblemen, learned scholars and well-traveled mariners. Their destinies were forged in the stars long before they were born. From the moment they took their first steps, they were fated to deliver greatness, their ancestries detailed in many long genealogies that can be found everywhere within the world from Koval to Sharia, their acts the matter of public record and altering the very fabric of state and world alike and their funerals carried out with many attendees mourning the loss of a powerful figure, to be interred in a great mausoleum alongside their equally prominent and wealthy ancestors and given the dignity of ancestor gods.
Konstantin Anatolyevich Belinsky was never intended for this level of greatness.
Born to a poor fisherman and a milkmaid somewhere in the countrytside of Savita, Konstantin, or 'Kostya', as he was always called, was never intended for greatness. His family was never well-off to begin with, living in what was scarcely a hut and living off what little they had after selling most of it to others; though they dearly loved Kostya, they could scarce afford to feed him. Before anything could be done in any case, Kostya's father and mother passed away during a particularly difficult and plague-ridden winter, leaving Kostya to be raised by his paternal grandmother. Unlike her children, Kostya's grandmother was well-off enough to support a child, though she lived a fair distance away from Savita, and so Kostya grew up in her home in the country. Under her roof, he grew to be a strong, muscular lad, aiding his grandmother in chores around her house, from chopping firewood to cooking to bringing in food. Kostya grew to love his grandmother, his "Babushka" dearly, as she taught him that there were three sacred things in life; love, family, and friends. The second was tested when Kostya found a bear attempting to break into the pantry that had scared his grandmother; the young man, by this point almost as big as the bear itself, killed the bear for attacking his grandmother and took to wearing its fur to keep himself warm in the winters of the north.
As he grew older, Kostya found himself with an eye for valuables. This began when he'd dug up some weapons in the forests behind his grandmother's home; taking them back, he cleaned the rust off them, and carried them to the market in the nearby village to sell, only to find that he'd found a trove of valuable lost weaponry made by some highly talented smiths worth twice, if not thrice everything his grandmother and himself owned. After selling the weapons and giving most of his money to his grateful grandmother to thank her for everything, thus began Kostya's career as a professional scavenger. He began to teach himself how to do everything; how to find the best things, how to dig them up without damaging them, how to restore them and then how to sell them and who to sell them to. The young man made a living in his village as a famed restorer and scrutiniser of possible antiques; Kostya found that he had an eye for such things and people paid him much to restore their old clocks and knick-knacks. Yet it was weapons that caught his eye; old tomes that he slowly picked up the basics of magic from, swords and lances that he learned how to smith from the town blacksmith and so learned how best to identify their crafts. Kostya was fascinated by great weapons and great artifacts, and eventually, his small village no longer could satisfy him that way. He began to make his way southwards, to Savita.
It was in Savita that Kostya found his fortune. He joined a crew of like-minded treasure hunters, and so learned even more about his trade; what tomes were duds and what tomes were worth fixing up and selling, what was worthless dreck and what scholars and archaeologists would pay through the nose to have. Over land and sea, the crew took Kostya along the coast of Savita as far south as Ormia and towards the eastern Iron Mountains as far as Vena. Eventually, time passed and the leader of the crew, Ilya, decided that he'd had enough, and placed Kostya in charge of their small crew. Under Kostya's tenure, the crew continued to prosper, with Kostya acquiring a specialised icebreaking ship with an iron prow- christened the Yamal- to allow the crew to go farther north to reclaim lost wrecks that nobody else had the tenacity to acquire. All the while, Kostya continued to send most of his share of the profits made to his grandmother, for family was sacred, and his Babushka was the most sacred of all. Encountering dangers like pirates, bandits and wild animals, Kostya and his crew faced dangers with characteristic Savitan grit and not a small amount of alcohol, and so he became a skilled fighter on top of his talent with recovery.
However, hard times finally befell Kostya. His crew was commissioned to recover a merchant's lost cargo off south, which had wrecked somewhere between Ormia and Savita. However, due to a sudden attack by bandits, the ships the crew used were damaged, and the cargo was lost during the attack. Despite Kostya's protests, the merchant demanded to be repaid, and sapped the crew of so much of their money. The authorities sided with said merchant, and so Kostya's crew were left grounded and away from the sea until they could raise enough money to pay back the slighted merchant. Kostya was at a loss as to what to do, and how to continue his business of salvage and artifact recovery, until he found an opportunity that made use both of his experience in fighting and his smarts.
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