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Basic Info| Name: | Alexander Ivanovich |
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BioNote: This is a fiction character designed for RP purposes, to my knowledge there was never a historical figure by this name.
Name: Alexander Ivanovich
Fandom: Underworld (OC)
Title/Rank: Brigadier General (formerly Prince)
Age: 427 (appears 18)
Ethnicity: Russian
Description: Brown Hair - short, brown eyes, slightly pale skin, slightly muscular - like a runner and/or swimmer
Height/Weight: 5'11"/180 lbs.
Born: December 31st, 1580
Father: Fyodor Ivanovich (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feodor_I_of_Russia)
Mother: Anna Galitzine
Other: Former Prince of Imperial Russia; was exiled to Hungary by his Uncle, Boris Godunov, (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Godunov) who claimed the throne when Alexander's father passed away. Before being exiled, he gained five years of military experience - one year of training, one year in the Army (achieving the rank of Sergeant First Class), one year in the Artillery (achieving the rank of Captain), and then two more years in the cavalry (achieving the rank of Brigadier General).
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Russia. My home... Or it was, back in the days of the Imperial Dynasty. I was the heir to the throne. My father was the Tsar. Anything I wanted, I was given. Food, drink, money... women. *chuckle* Well, almost anything.
Life was good. My father was a good man, and he loved us - my mother, sister, and me. My mother was a devoted wife, and a wise woman - strange to some that she was beautiful, and not a hag, for her wisdom was beyond her years. Oh... and my sister. My younger sister. She was a year younger than I, and had all the grace and beauty of our mother. She would dance devinely whenever I played the piano. We were great at entertaining company - until they figured out that I only knew one piece.
It couldn't have gotten better... So it got worse. Just before I turned seventeen, my mother was killed as she was coming home from a nearby village. I would rather not go into the details of her death. And at the same time, my sister fell ill. She had told me that she had been bitten by a beast, and that the same beast had killed mother.
The doctors said that they could do nothing for her. That they could not even ease her pain. So, I did the only thing I could do: I gathered some men, and headed for the village my mother and sister had been returning from. If she could not be helped, then she and my mother would be avenged.
On the day of birth, we found the creature my sister had described to me. But we were also surprised to find a den of them. Five total. We had stayed in the village the previous night, and all the able bodied men of the village came with me and my men. Many of the villagers carried swords that had been in their family line for generations, but my men carried muskets and pistols -swords too, but firearms seemed a wiser choice.
It turned out however, that a volley of musket fire was far less effective than decapitation. We managed to kill all of them, but we lost twenty three people - thirteen of my soldiers, and ten villagers. I have asked myself ever since if what I did was right. I lost twenty three to avenge one.
When I returned home, a few days later, I learned that my sister had died the day we exterminated the den, and smiled. She had won her battle as well, by not letting that curse take her. To this very day I believe that there is another reason for that. Many say that she "lost" because she was weak and died. I say she won in God's grace, because He would never permit something so beautiful to become something so hideous.
It was a year later that my father died. I was a Colonel in the cavalry; my Uncle told me that he had been poisoned and that the traitor was headed to Hungary. My Uncle, being the only statesman with enough power at the time to do so, promptly promoted me to Brigadier General, and gave me command of a tenth of the Imperial Guard to hunt the coward down.
Altogether, the Imperial Guard units under my command totaled six hundred men, and two hundred horses. I, thinking that whoever this traitor was might have backing, wanted a larger force and so I gathered another four hundred men and one hundred horses from the regular army. A week later, my force set out with as many wagons, supplies, and ammunition as we could take, and began heading toward Hungary.
It was months later when we caught up to the man at the Hungarian border. But my belief was shown to have been falsely based. It was just one man. No military forces from a foreign nation, no insurgents, just a man. We quickly captured him and headed back to Moscow. It was a grand feeling to have found my father's killer, and now he would face Russian justice as I took the throne to lead my people into a new age. But there was something foreboding about the circumstance as well. Why would anyone, without reason or backing, kill the Tsar of Russia?
It was not until we returned to Moscow that I discovered the truth. My Uncle had lied to me.
The man that we captured was not a traitor at all. He was one of our own spies, and had been sent by my Uncle to infiltrate Hungary. For failing that mission, he was sentenced to hang. So much for Russian justice, hmm? And then for our interference, me and all of my men were exiled. The entire thing had been a setup. My Uncle wanted me gone so he could do what was neccessary to take control of the government. My father had died a natural death.
Six months later, we were in Hungary once again. I was eighteen now, and retained my rank of Brigadier General, but no longer held my title of Prince. I hated my Uncle for his trickery, and happened to come across a man that promised he could help me retake my rightful place on the throne. That man's name, was Viktor.
I soon learned of the Vampire Covens through Viktor...though I will admit, I was a bit hesitant to believe the Elder. But, I remembered what I'd been taught growing up, and listened to him. It was not long before we were "inducted" by the Covens through Viktor. We were added to the ranks of his "children" - he inducted me, and then it went down my command structure until the lowest ranking soldier.
It was not long though, before he and I stopped seeing eye-to-eye. Something about him reminded me of my Uncle. There was just something about him that wasn't right. He had the air about him of a raving lunatic, a madman that was being suppressed, if albeit only but barely. So when the time came for the next Elder, Amelia, to be awoken, I decided it was time for me to leave.
The day before Amelia was to be awoken, Viktor went by train to Ördögház, and I was to follow the next day. I did not. Instead, I gathered my men, as well as a regiment of Death Dealers that were discontented with Viktor, and headed East with all the supplies on all the wagons that all of our horses could pull. By the time that my train would have been arriving at Ördögház, I was already days away, and had left no trail to follow.
Minutes... Hours... Days... Months... Years... Decades... Centuries passed me and my men by. After we left the Covens behind, we did what we could to survive. We became mercenaries, gun runners, hitmen, private contractors, started businesses... and a whole assortment of other things. Without truly intending to, and in fact only intending to survive, we started a multi-billion dollar empire. Some of it legal... and some of it a little less than legal.
Not to mention, of course, that our primary mission is still to hunt lycans. No matter where in the world their disgusting existence is present.
*********
Current Contracts:
1. United States
2. Great Britain
3. Germany
4. Russia
5. China
Hotzones:
1. Iraq
2. Iran
3. Afganistan
4. Kuait
5. North African States
6. Siberia
7. Kamchakata
8. Indian Ocean
9. South Africa
10. South America
Current HQ: Rusdrac Castle de Catalina, Los Angeles, California
-Rusdrac is Ruso & draco combined, which would mean "Russian Dragon".
-The castle is located on Santa Catalina Island, atop a mountain.
-The "castle" is actually a multi-layer fortress constructed by the Mexican Army in 1820, and extends down inside the mountain. It was abandoned in 1847, and then re-inhabited in 1875 by the Union Army. It was once again abandonded in 1894. In 1936 the area was bought by an eccentric millionaire. Said millionaire died in 1954, and his son inherited the land. By 1986 the fortress had been brought back into full functionality, and was being renovated. In 1996 the son died, and the fort was left to his son. In 2001 the renovations were completed, and the fort had running water, electricity, gas, and multiple other basics, as well as a state-of-the-art security system. After the September 11th attack on the World Trade Centers, the grandson decided to enlist. In September of 2007, the grandson perished when his transport helicopter was shot down in Afganistan, and the fort was put up for auction.
Alexander Ivanovich purchased the fort for a sum of $4.7 Million, and information was released in the newspapers, though the story was not seen as important enough to be broadcast on any global news channel, however the story was mentioned one time on the local 5 o'clock news.
Current Mission: Counter Terrorism - "Terrorist Hunting"
Current Largest Contract: US Military/National Security
Divisions - Purpose - Commander:
1. Royals - Leaders - Alexander Ivanovich
2. King's Men - Elite Guard - Alucard Krichov
3. Clean Kills - Elite Guard Assassins - Yuri Trotski
4 - 11. To be added as mentioned.
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Weaknesses: sunlight, irradiated weapons, decapitation, etc. (Death Dealer package)
Strengths: "advanced" strength/speed/healing/ etc. (think: Death Dealer), proficient with modern weapons.
Traits: relaxed, hates lycans (for obvious reasons), is respected by his men (most are Russian or Hungarian, but there are also German, Chinese, British, French, Japanese, Iraqi, Iranian, Egyptian, Afgani, South African, Vietnamese, Korean, Spanish, Mexican, Canadian, Indian, Native American, and a few others as well), stuborn (sometimes), lighthearted, and sometimes has the attitude of an 18 year old...though, you don't want to get on his bad side.
Favorite Music: a smathering of mostly American - Metal, Rock, Southern Rock, (some) Country, Jazz, and a few other songs. He also likes some classical, but doesn't pay attention to the names. Plays the piano himself, but no actual works, he just starts playing and it can usually show his mood.
Weapons: .50 caliber/8 shot/12"/ Colt revolver, dual barrel 8 guage shotgun, AK-47, concussion grenades
Note: His "empire" does everything from Military research, to gun running, to natural disaster aid, to economic restructuring in other countries-such as what America is currently attempting to do in Iraq.
Name: Alexander Ivanovich
Fandom: Underworld (OC)
Title/Rank: Brigadier General (formerly Prince)
Age: 427 (appears 18)
Ethnicity: Russian
Description: Brown Hair - short, brown eyes, slightly pale skin, slightly muscular - like a runner and/or swimmer
Height/Weight: 5'11"/180 lbs.
Born: December 31st, 1580
Father: Fyodor Ivanovich (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feodor_I_of_Russia)
Mother: Anna Galitzine
Other: Former Prince of Imperial Russia; was exiled to Hungary by his Uncle, Boris Godunov, (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Godunov) who claimed the throne when Alexander's father passed away. Before being exiled, he gained five years of military experience - one year of training, one year in the Army (achieving the rank of Sergeant First Class), one year in the Artillery (achieving the rank of Captain), and then two more years in the cavalry (achieving the rank of Brigadier General).
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Russia. My home... Or it was, back in the days of the Imperial Dynasty. I was the heir to the throne. My father was the Tsar. Anything I wanted, I was given. Food, drink, money... women. *chuckle* Well, almost anything.
Life was good. My father was a good man, and he loved us - my mother, sister, and me. My mother was a devoted wife, and a wise woman - strange to some that she was beautiful, and not a hag, for her wisdom was beyond her years. Oh... and my sister. My younger sister. She was a year younger than I, and had all the grace and beauty of our mother. She would dance devinely whenever I played the piano. We were great at entertaining company - until they figured out that I only knew one piece.
It couldn't have gotten better... So it got worse. Just before I turned seventeen, my mother was killed as she was coming home from a nearby village. I would rather not go into the details of her death. And at the same time, my sister fell ill. She had told me that she had been bitten by a beast, and that the same beast had killed mother.
The doctors said that they could do nothing for her. That they could not even ease her pain. So, I did the only thing I could do: I gathered some men, and headed for the village my mother and sister had been returning from. If she could not be helped, then she and my mother would be avenged.
On the day of birth, we found the creature my sister had described to me. But we were also surprised to find a den of them. Five total. We had stayed in the village the previous night, and all the able bodied men of the village came with me and my men. Many of the villagers carried swords that had been in their family line for generations, but my men carried muskets and pistols -swords too, but firearms seemed a wiser choice.
It turned out however, that a volley of musket fire was far less effective than decapitation. We managed to kill all of them, but we lost twenty three people - thirteen of my soldiers, and ten villagers. I have asked myself ever since if what I did was right. I lost twenty three to avenge one.
When I returned home, a few days later, I learned that my sister had died the day we exterminated the den, and smiled. She had won her battle as well, by not letting that curse take her. To this very day I believe that there is another reason for that. Many say that she "lost" because she was weak and died. I say she won in God's grace, because He would never permit something so beautiful to become something so hideous.
It was a year later that my father died. I was a Colonel in the cavalry; my Uncle told me that he had been poisoned and that the traitor was headed to Hungary. My Uncle, being the only statesman with enough power at the time to do so, promptly promoted me to Brigadier General, and gave me command of a tenth of the Imperial Guard to hunt the coward down.
Altogether, the Imperial Guard units under my command totaled six hundred men, and two hundred horses. I, thinking that whoever this traitor was might have backing, wanted a larger force and so I gathered another four hundred men and one hundred horses from the regular army. A week later, my force set out with as many wagons, supplies, and ammunition as we could take, and began heading toward Hungary.
It was months later when we caught up to the man at the Hungarian border. But my belief was shown to have been falsely based. It was just one man. No military forces from a foreign nation, no insurgents, just a man. We quickly captured him and headed back to Moscow. It was a grand feeling to have found my father's killer, and now he would face Russian justice as I took the throne to lead my people into a new age. But there was something foreboding about the circumstance as well. Why would anyone, without reason or backing, kill the Tsar of Russia?
It was not until we returned to Moscow that I discovered the truth. My Uncle had lied to me.
The man that we captured was not a traitor at all. He was one of our own spies, and had been sent by my Uncle to infiltrate Hungary. For failing that mission, he was sentenced to hang. So much for Russian justice, hmm? And then for our interference, me and all of my men were exiled. The entire thing had been a setup. My Uncle wanted me gone so he could do what was neccessary to take control of the government. My father had died a natural death.
Six months later, we were in Hungary once again. I was eighteen now, and retained my rank of Brigadier General, but no longer held my title of Prince. I hated my Uncle for his trickery, and happened to come across a man that promised he could help me retake my rightful place on the throne. That man's name, was Viktor.
I soon learned of the Vampire Covens through Viktor...though I will admit, I was a bit hesitant to believe the Elder. But, I remembered what I'd been taught growing up, and listened to him. It was not long before we were "inducted" by the Covens through Viktor. We were added to the ranks of his "children" - he inducted me, and then it went down my command structure until the lowest ranking soldier.
It was not long though, before he and I stopped seeing eye-to-eye. Something about him reminded me of my Uncle. There was just something about him that wasn't right. He had the air about him of a raving lunatic, a madman that was being suppressed, if albeit only but barely. So when the time came for the next Elder, Amelia, to be awoken, I decided it was time for me to leave.
The day before Amelia was to be awoken, Viktor went by train to Ördögház, and I was to follow the next day. I did not. Instead, I gathered my men, as well as a regiment of Death Dealers that were discontented with Viktor, and headed East with all the supplies on all the wagons that all of our horses could pull. By the time that my train would have been arriving at Ördögház, I was already days away, and had left no trail to follow.
Minutes... Hours... Days... Months... Years... Decades... Centuries passed me and my men by. After we left the Covens behind, we did what we could to survive. We became mercenaries, gun runners, hitmen, private contractors, started businesses... and a whole assortment of other things. Without truly intending to, and in fact only intending to survive, we started a multi-billion dollar empire. Some of it legal... and some of it a little less than legal.
Not to mention, of course, that our primary mission is still to hunt lycans. No matter where in the world their disgusting existence is present.
*********
Current Contracts:
1. United States
2. Great Britain
3. Germany
4. Russia
5. China
Hotzones:
1. Iraq
2. Iran
3. Afganistan
4. Kuait
5. North African States
6. Siberia
7. Kamchakata
8. Indian Ocean
9. South Africa
10. South America
Current HQ: Rusdrac Castle de Catalina, Los Angeles, California
-Rusdrac is Ruso & draco combined, which would mean "Russian Dragon".
-The castle is located on Santa Catalina Island, atop a mountain.
-The "castle" is actually a multi-layer fortress constructed by the Mexican Army in 1820, and extends down inside the mountain. It was abandoned in 1847, and then re-inhabited in 1875 by the Union Army. It was once again abandonded in 1894. In 1936 the area was bought by an eccentric millionaire. Said millionaire died in 1954, and his son inherited the land. By 1986 the fortress had been brought back into full functionality, and was being renovated. In 1996 the son died, and the fort was left to his son. In 2001 the renovations were completed, and the fort had running water, electricity, gas, and multiple other basics, as well as a state-of-the-art security system. After the September 11th attack on the World Trade Centers, the grandson decided to enlist. In September of 2007, the grandson perished when his transport helicopter was shot down in Afganistan, and the fort was put up for auction.
Alexander Ivanovich purchased the fort for a sum of $4.7 Million, and information was released in the newspapers, though the story was not seen as important enough to be broadcast on any global news channel, however the story was mentioned one time on the local 5 o'clock news.
Current Mission: Counter Terrorism - "Terrorist Hunting"
Current Largest Contract: US Military/National Security
Divisions - Purpose - Commander:
1. Royals - Leaders - Alexander Ivanovich
2. King's Men - Elite Guard - Alucard Krichov
3. Clean Kills - Elite Guard Assassins - Yuri Trotski
4 - 11. To be added as mentioned.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Weaknesses: sunlight, irradiated weapons, decapitation, etc. (Death Dealer package)
Strengths: "advanced" strength/speed/healing/ etc. (think: Death Dealer), proficient with modern weapons.
Traits: relaxed, hates lycans (for obvious reasons), is respected by his men (most are Russian or Hungarian, but there are also German, Chinese, British, French, Japanese, Iraqi, Iranian, Egyptian, Afgani, South African, Vietnamese, Korean, Spanish, Mexican, Canadian, Indian, Native American, and a few others as well), stuborn (sometimes), lighthearted, and sometimes has the attitude of an 18 year old...though, you don't want to get on his bad side.
Favorite Music: a smathering of mostly American - Metal, Rock, Southern Rock, (some) Country, Jazz, and a few other songs. He also likes some classical, but doesn't pay attention to the names. Plays the piano himself, but no actual works, he just starts playing and it can usually show his mood.
Weapons: .50 caliber/8 shot/12"/ Colt revolver, dual barrel 8 guage shotgun, AK-47, concussion grenades
Note: His "empire" does everything from Military research, to gun running, to natural disaster aid, to economic restructuring in other countries-such as what America is currently attempting to do in Iraq.
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