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The Captain is a recognisable figure oft found in his signature black coat and low brim hat. His jaw concealed but sturdy beneath a thick, groomed beard. Dark blond, almost ginger hair is cropped and combed back, if not a little shaggy and needing a trim from his continuous months back and forth over the sea. Dark blue eyes are set in a tan face, brow dragged down in an eternal scrutinising scowl which finds relief in the times it can stare out across the push and pull of waves. His nose, straight-bridged but handsomely academic sets a neat and authoritarian profile, matching high but soft cheekbones in a wolfish character. Broad shouldered and strong from his work aboard the Svyataya Anna, Kostya has the athleticism of a working man beside large, calloused palms, cracked from labour and the cold that assaults the Northernmost seas off the coast of Russia.

Height:
6'3"

Weight:
200 lbs

Name:
Konstantin Volkov

Nickname(s):
Volk, Kostya, Cap.

Age:
31

Nationality:
Russian

Expedition Role:
Captain, Expedition Head

Skills:
Leadership and Authority - This isn’t his first ship, nor his first rodeo. Konstantin will do whatever necessary to keep his men under control and understands the very real possibility of mutiny if he pushes them too far. If his choices and actions are undermined by others, he will oft be confrontational and aggressive. Nevertheless, on most decisions that don’t require a decisive mind, he offers it to a democratic vote.

Experienced Sailor - Understanding weather, tides, knots, and having sailed on whaling boats to rowboats, Volkov since birth has had saltwater in his veins. He’s an expert on navigating ice fields and worse situations but he’s not infallible and the mistakes a sailor makes out in the Arctic will haunt them. Still, he feels lucky for having survived most situations he’s managed to get himself into.

Physically Strong - His years of hard labour have paid off, being a generally imposing man. Not averse to a punchup on-shore if it calls for it and strong enough to carry his allies across a tundra if needed. That being said, someone always gets left behind.

Handyman - He can repair nigh on anything. Boats, stoves, pipes, rope, just ask and he’ll have something to fix what you want. This skill mostly comes in handy when in a dire situation requiring a creative solution. That mind of his has managed to get him out of more trouble than he’s worth and will continue to do so till the day he drops dead.


Personality:
Konstantin is a steadfast fellow, the sort of god-fearing man you’d expect from a sailor but also one who manages to exude a threatening sense of self-control. The crew has since joked their Captain can simply decide when and when not to die, rather than heed the laws of the universe like the rest of them. Whilst not inherently a bad person, Volkov can come off to some as a tad apathetic and blunt, unafraid to hurt others feelings with raw honesty. Appreciated only by a few, unfortunately enough for others, they seem to shy away or claim offence. In reality, you either love him or hate him. Still, beneath the boorish, coarse behaviour, is a man loyal to the bone and well-meaning. Charitable and dry-humoured with a desire to see what no other man has seen before. This adventure was by no means out of the blue, for he’s one of the few insane enough to chase the frozen ships to wherever they run aground in the icy, barren lands further North. In his future it doesn't stop there, he plans to travel the world and find education where books fail. Of course, those expeditions in the old days have all been completed, maps have been drawn up, yet there is much missing from the poles. Likewise, he wonders what other secrets are being held by deep jungles and sandy dunes. Not fuelled by money but somewhat incentivised for his future expeditions, Volkov will no matter what, put people before expenses. He's on a Duke's payroll after all.


Background:
Konstantin was born in the whaling town of Kem, Russia. He joined his father on the whalers boats until he was twenty, sick of the smell of blubber and moving on to greater things. It was at that time him and his brother, Antosha, the man who would eventually be his first mate began to entertain the thought of life outside of their small town. When the revolution of ‘05 broke out, both of them procured a ship and smuggled guns up and down the coast for the revolutionaries. Around that time, the Brusilov expedition still hadn’t returned and families had begun to worry. With all the turmoil that was tearing up the normality of life, hardly anyone had noticed but afterwards - they were decently well-off. He bought his first ship, the Tsarina. Manned by a faithful crew that ferried people back and forth, between the occasional fishing job, seal clubbing, anything they could get to keep on living. After one particular good sale of furs from a clubbing season, he managed to scrape together the funds to buy the Arctic ship the Svyataya Anna. His greatest achievement.


He traversed the ice fields, finding old whaling wrecks for rewards and learned more lessons than he should've. There came a year where a blizzard hit whilst he was out inspecting a wreck on a rowboat whilst the crew hunkered down waiting for his return and after an hour, departed on his instructions. He managed to survive two weeks until he was rescued by a passing ship and returned home safely to the amazement of his crew. Konstantin retains a firm mind that death is always close at hand and a sailor should always be ready to receive it. After all, mother nature plays no games and offers no chances.

Volkov after that encounter which illuminated the very real possibility of perishing was close to settling down with a girl. Unfortunately, the engagement was called off after Volkov refused to stop his livelihood out in the ice. She hadn't wanted to marry a man that would spend the rest of his years either hanging in a limbo of life or death, or home pretending everything was alright with the world. This didn't seem to harm his attitude and Konstantin went on to secure his contract with Duke Albanov for an expedition his old fiancee would've surely had a stroke over. It was back to whorehouses, fisherman's daughters, and sailing into oblivion.

Duke Albanov had heard of Volkov through some of the whalers who were experienced with the Arctic weather and he was persuaded after meeting the broody captain that this was the man to take the crew. He even covered expenses for all rations aboard and a new pack of sled dogs. Outfitted for the tundra of flat sea ice. Reindeer skins, skis, snow goggles, you name it the Duke put it on his tab. It meant more than Volk knew to these scientists, for they were surely stepping where no man had returned from. Brusilov was still out there, no doubt frozen at his cabin desk.

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[Appearance]
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Height:
5’5

Weight:
125lbs

Name:
Clara Agnes Eriksson

Nickname(s):
Clare, Dr. Eriksson

Age:
28

Nationality:
Swedish-American

Expedition Role:
Zoologist

Skills:
Expansive knowledge of animal biology/behaviour, strong willpower/focus, deduction/induction, precise hand-eye coordination

Personality:
Clara is an acute observer, reserved and always thinking ‘what’s next’. She’s progressive and intelligent, especially for a woman, as well as being insatiable in her quest for knowledge. Her arrogance carries her only so far before it becomes unbearable to be around her. Trying to match her intellect on select subjects she knows extremely well usually brings out the competitiveness in her and may chip away at the aloof facade she’s put up. She’s a scientist at heart, and has been since birth. Divinity and emotional concepts are an afterthought for the girl, preferring to be rational and focused-- anything to be taken seriously by the men she’s constantly surrounded by. She keeps her guard up only to be sure that she won’t be underestimated or taken advantage off; as the heart she keeps beneath is a passionate well of desire.

Background:
Clara was the first born of the famous Swedish zoologist Karl Eriksson and American debutante Emily Crafters, a union coupled by a chance event. The two had met at a ball, held in some scholar’s name in New York. Karl was much older than the young woman, but he was attracted by her wit and beauty, and she by his intellect and experience in life. They courted for some time before Karl was granted permission to ask for his young bride’s hand. Their love for each other only blossomed when their first daughter was born, and Clara grew up in a fairly warm and healthy household. Her younger sister was born some years later, but Clara never had to fight for the affection of her parents. If anything, Karl took to his eldest daughter more than Elisabeth, the youngest. In Clara, he saw a vision of himself restricted only by gender. He was hopeful for his daughter nonetheless, and inspired her to take up his study by the time she was twelve. While most girls were learning the arts and how to curtsy, Clara was pouring over volumes about behavior and biology of animals. Her father took her to zoos most week-ends, letting the young girl live in her own natural habitat, among the animals. Her mother wasn’t as supportive of this behavior, but Karl ended up having the last say.

When Clara was in her late teens, her father was offered a job to teach his study at one of the prestigious universities in England, and he took it with stride, having retired from his active duties in zoology when he met his wife. Clara went with her father, seeking admission at the University of London. She worked laboriously on her studies there, and was appropriately challenged to outsmart and beat her male counterparts in the science field. One man was enamored by her vivaciousness, Edward Highland, and by the time Clara graduated with her Ph.D in zoology they were engaged to be wed.

Clara threw herself into whatever odd-jobs and volunteering that she could, searching far and wide for the job that she wanted to apply her newly acquired professionalism to. Hearing from an old friend in Russia, her father encouraged her to seek out residency aboard an exploration vessel.

Other:
Within the last few years, her younger sister disappeared off the radar after falling in love with a French artist, who whisked her away to France with dreams and ambitions to become a famous actress and cancan dancer.

Karl Eriksson is well known for his contributions and explorations in Eastern Europe and its waters. You’d probably know name.

Emily Crafters has, otherwise, not made so much of a name for herself as much as been born into high status. She is the youngest daughter of wealthy Oliver Crafters (the proprietor of Crafters Steel, a steel mill based in Maryland).

Her father and fiancé have plans to join the RMS Titanic of her first maiden voyage back home to New York.
 
[Appearance]
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Height:
5’5

Weight:
125lbs

Name:
Clara Agnes Eriksson

Nickname(s):
Clare, Dr. Eriksson

Age:
28

Nationality:
Swedish-American

Expedition Role:
Zoologist

Skills:
Expansive knowledge of animal biology/behaviour, strong willpower/focus, deduction/induction, precise hand-eye coordination

Personality:
Clara is an acute observer, reserved and always thinking ‘what’s next’. She’s progressive and intelligent, especially for a woman, as well as being insatiable in her quest for knowledge. Her arrogance carries her only so far before it becomes unbearable to be around her. Trying to match her intellect on select subjects she knows extremely well usually brings out the competitiveness in her and may chip away at the aloof facade she’s put up. She’s a scientist at heart, and has been since birth. Divinity and emotional concepts are an afterthought for the girl, preferring to be rational and focused-- anything to be taken seriously by the men she’s constantly surrounded by. She keeps her guard up only to be sure that she won’t be underestimated or taken advantage off; as the heart she keeps beneath is a passionate well of desire.

Background:
Clara was the first born of the famous Swedish zoologist Karl Eriksson and American debutante Emily Crafters, a union coupled by a chance event. The two had met at a ball, held in some scholar’s name in New York. Karl was much older than the young woman, but he was attracted by her wit and beauty, and she by his intellect and experience in life. They courted for some time before Karl was granted permission to ask for his young bride’s hand. Their love for each other only blossomed when their first daughter was born, and Clara grew up in a fairly warm and healthy household. Her younger sister was born some years later, but Clara never had to fight for the affection of her parents. If anything, Karl took to his eldest daughter more than Elisabeth, the youngest. In Clara, he saw a vision of himself restricted only by gender. He was hopeful for his daughter nonetheless, and inspired her to take up his study by the time she was twelve. While most girls were learning the arts and how to curtsy, Clara was pouring over volumes about behavior and biology of animals. Her father took her to zoos most week-ends, letting the young girl live in her own natural habitat, among the animals. Her mother wasn’t as supportive of this behavior, but Karl ended up having the last say.

When Clara was in her late teens, her father was offered a job to teach his study at one of the prestigious universities in England, and he took it with stride, having retired from his active duties in zoology when he met his wife. Clara went with her father, seeking admission at the University of London. She worked laboriously on her studies there, and was appropriately challenged to outsmart and beat her male counterparts in the science field. One man was enamored by her vivaciousness, Edward Highland, and by the time Clara graduated with her Ph.D in zoology they were engaged to be wed.

Clara threw herself into whatever odd-jobs and volunteering that she could, searching far and wide for the job that she wanted to apply her newly acquired professionalism to. Hearing from an old friend in Russia, her father encouraged her to seek out residency aboard an exploration vessel.

Other:
Within the last few years, her younger sister disappeared off the radar after falling in love with a French artist, who whisked her away to France with dreams and ambitions to become a famous actress and cancan dancer.

Karl Eriksson is well known for his contributions and explorations in Eastern Europe and its waters. You’d probably know name.

Emily Crafters has, otherwise, not made so much of a name for herself as much as been born into high status. She is the youngest daughter of wealthy Oliver Crafters (the proprietor of Crafters Steel, a steel mill based in Maryland).

Her father and fiancé have plans to join the RMS Titanic of her first maiden voyage back home to New York.
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Character Sheet

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Height: 188cm

Weight: 191 lbs

Name: Rudolf Haraldsen

Nickname(s): None Applicable

Age: 26 (Born December 18, 1886)

Nationality: Norwegian

Expedition Role: Geologist

Skills:
Expert Geologist: Rudolf is a professional, trained geologist who had studied minerals, volcanic activity, and the geological effects of natural phenomena such as the theories of plate tectonics. He knows by heart most minerals, materials, and gems by name, hardness, shape, color, and function, and recognizes certain natural phenomena such as the buildup of methane in an area based on geological evidence.
Physically Stout: He is muscularly built and due to a very labour-intensive childhood, he maintains physical fitness that is required of him to lend a hand to heavy lifting and other work-intensive operations.
Adequate Fishing Skill: He had worked on a fishing boat and whaling boat both in his childhood, and had picked up via the skilled workers there a knowledge of proper fishing technique for his area.
Adequate Ship Repair Skill: He had aided his father in smithing metal repairs for boats that had been battered by storm or sea, and has by consequence a spotty but reliable knowledge of the general form and function of the parts of a ship, depending on the kind of ship it is.

Personality:
Dedicated almost wholly to his chosen field of geology, other matters in his life are based off their importance to his continued survival and the accomplishing of his goals. He enjoys conversation with others even if it's one track and generally prefers to be amicable or friendly with people more often than not. Having become properly schizophrenic following a battle with fever, he is self aware of what his mental state should be like and dislikes situations that exacerbate it (isolation, bouts of insecurity, severe illness, etc). He wants to prove his worth in any situation even if it's not his primary interest and will at least make an attempt to do something, even if it's at a field he is wholly unsuited for.

Background:
Rudolf Haraldsen was a son of struggling metalsmiths who had set up shop close to the coast, where the majority of the population depended on the fishery trade and saw little need for metal crafts or tools aside from the filleting knives that made up the majority of his family's sales as well as the odd replacement part for fishing boats. While he had some tenure as a hand on fishing and whaling ships for days and months at a time respectively as the boy who fetches things, his interest had always been in the minerals he found on land. It started off with shells and the odd fossil in the small patches of beach along the Norwegian coastline, but he had found his first geode and naturally occurring crystal and his interests had taken off since there. He had methodically scoured his hometown for any interesting minerals he could find, catalogued them and took up independent study to map out their hardness, color, and shape. When his parents had been able to make an adequate profit following a series of gales that damaged many fishing boats in the area, he was able to get some of the money he had earned with sailing on whaling ships and assisting his father in smithing and ship repair, and instead of furthering either skill took up the study of geology full force.
After graduating with full honors from the Royal Frederick University for a time, he had scoured across continental Europe in search of more interesting minerals and dedicating himself to learning how to properly score and cut gems. Unfortunately, he didn't find much luck in the way of any apprenticeships or job opportunities from the study of minerals, but he had learned that scientific expeditions often held room for the field of geology, as he had learned too late about Roald Amundsen's ongoing trip to the opposite end of the Earth to the desolate Antarctic. Luckily, he learned of Captain Volkov's coming expedition on the Russian Tsardom's behest to recover the Zarya and finish mapping the Arctic region. Desperate to prove himself, he knew he could rely on the strength and sailing experience he had accumulated from his childhood if geology wasn't needed, and whatever share of the million rubles at the end of the journey he could put into furthering his education and fulfilling his wish to become a jeweler. Unfortunately, Rudolf was a sensitive boy, and not quite right in the head, and what was initially seen as his imagination had grown into something a tad bit more obsessive and unhealthy, and the "friends" he makes in geology are more often than rock inanimate and mineral in nature.

Other: He carries along a handful of close "friends" with him wherever he goes, including a chunk of pure potassium he has named Svard and a chunk of a radioactive isotope he named Little Glowbug. He doesn't take all his minerals with him but he keeps a journal of all of the rocks and minerals he has collected.
 
Character Sheet

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Height: 188cm

Weight: 191 lbs

Name: Rudolf Haraldsen

Nickname(s): None Applicable

Age: 26 (Born December 18, 1886)

Nationality: Norwegian

Expedition Role: Geologist

Skills:
Expert Geologist: Rudolf is a professional, trained geologist who had studied minerals, volcanic activity, and the geological effects of natural phenomena such as the theories of plate tectonics. He knows by heart most minerals, materials, and gems by name, hardness, shape, color, and function, and recognizes certain natural phenomena such as the buildup of methane in an area based on geological evidence.
Physically Stout: He is muscularly built and due to a very labour-intensive childhood, he maintains physical fitness that is required of him to lend a hand to heavy lifting and other work-intensive operations.
Adequate Fishing Skill: He had worked on a fishing boat and whaling boat both in his childhood, and had picked up via the skilled workers there a knowledge of proper fishing technique for his area.
Adequate Ship Repair Skill: He had aided his father in smithing metal repairs for boats that had been battered by storm or sea, and has by consequence a spotty but reliable knowledge of the general form and function of the parts of a ship, depending on the kind of ship it is.

Personality:
Dedicated almost wholly to his chosen field of geology, other matters in his life are based off their importance to his continued survival and the accomplishing of his goals. He enjoys conversation with others even if it's one track and generally prefers to be amicable or friendly with people more often than not. Having become properly schizophrenic following a battle with fever, he is self aware of what his mental state should be like and dislikes situations that exacerbate it (isolation, bouts of insecurity, severe illness, etc). He wants to prove his worth in any situation even if it's not his primary interest and will at least make an attempt to do something, even if it's at a field he is wholly unsuited for.

Background:
Rudolf Haraldsen was a son of struggling metalsmiths who had set up shop close to the coast, where the majority of the population depended on the fishery trade and saw little need for metal crafts or tools aside from the filleting knives that made up the majority of his family's sales as well as the odd replacement part for fishing boats. While he had some tenure as a hand on fishing and whaling ships for days and months at a time respectively as the boy who fetches things, his interest had always been in the minerals he found on land. It started off with shells and the odd fossil in the small patches of beach along the Norwegian coastline, but he had found his first geode and naturally occurring crystal and his interests had taken off since there. He had methodically scoured his hometown for any interesting minerals he could find, catalogued them and took up independent study to map out their hardness, color, and shape. When his parents had been able to make an adequate profit following a series of gales that damaged many fishing boats in the area, he was able to get some of the money he had earned with sailing on whaling ships and assisting his father in smithing and ship repair, and instead of furthering either skill took up the study of geology full force.
After graduating with full honors from the Royal Frederick University for a time, he had scoured across continental Europe in search of more interesting minerals and dedicating himself to learning how to properly score and cut gems. Unfortunately, he didn't find much luck in the way of any apprenticeships or job opportunities from the study of minerals, but he had learned that scientific expeditions often held room for the field of geology, as he had learned too late about Roald Amundsen's ongoing trip to the opposite end of the Earth to the desolate Antarctic. Luckily, he learned of Captain Volkov's coming expedition on the Russian Tsardom's behest to recover the Zarya and finish mapping the Arctic region. Desperate to prove himself, he knew he could rely on the strength and sailing experience he had accumulated from his childhood if geology wasn't needed, and whatever share of the million rubles at the end of the journey he could put into furthering his education and fulfilling his wish to become a jeweler. Unfortunately, Rudolf was a sensitive boy, and not quite right in the head, and what was initially seen as his imagination had grown into something a tad bit more obsessive and unhealthy, and the "friends" he makes in geology are more often than rock inanimate and mineral in nature.

Other: He carries along a handful of close "friends" with him wherever he goes, including a chunk of pure potassium he has named Svard and a chunk of a radioactive isotope he named Little Glowbug. He doesn't take all his minerals with him but he keeps a journal of all of the rocks and minerals he has collected.
A BEAUT, ACCEPTED!!
 
[Appearance]
Broad of shoulder, and with a thick neck, Westcott is built boxer or brawler. His dark brown hair is kept short, whilst his beard has grown out to bushy proportions. His skin is wrinkled beyond his age, a symptom of many years spent at sea in he wind and rain, having assumed a near permanent tan from his exposure to the elements. His eyes much like the sea he has served on for so long are pale blue bordering grey like a stormy sea. His features are hard and thick set but he wouldn’t be described as ugly (despite his slightly crooked nose, a break that never set properly), and though he isn’t the tallest man he is strong and thick set, often seen pacing the deck of the ships he serves upon, untroubled by the wind or rain.

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Height:
5”10

Weight:
13 stone

Name: Jeremy ‘Jack' Westcott

Nickname(s): West, British, Jack (traditional nickname for a British sailor)

Age: 30

Nationality: British, born in Wapping, East London

Expedition Role: Sailor

Skills:
(Up to four at most.)

Expert Seaman: A life aboard ships: Jeremy has spent his time serving on ships from the age if 16 to 29, 13 years of service in her Majesty's navy. As such he has accumulated a multitude of nautical skills from rope work to sail work and sailing coal powered ships. Having served on the HMS Dreadnought for the final 4 years of his career he is also well versed in modern naval vessels.

Physically powerful/a scrapper: 13 years of service aboard vessels means 13 years of hard labour, especially for a common sailor. This has left the already naturally broad Westcott even more so, with a thickset profile. Another part of naval life he picked up boxing, a common past time amongst sailors, fought between different fleets champions, different ships, all the way down to different teams on the same ship. Though by no means a champion boxer he can take a punch as well as he can give.

Personality:
Westcott ticks a lot of clichéd boxes when thinking of a sailor. He is deeply superstitious, carrying a number of trinkets about his neck, from a crucifix, a crescent moon and amongst others several small symbols brought from fellow sailors serving as far as India and Australia. Despite this however he is not particularly religious, simply seeing a safe way to try and garner as much good luck as possible. He is friendly enough, a true east ender who’s gift of the gab has sometimes got him into trouble, a smile often breaking his features, and a whistle on his lips. He prefers to seek the company of his fellow sailors, very much understanding the gap between people of his class and the officer class. Despite his talkative attitude he is a consummate professional however taking his duties seriously. Jeremy is motivated by adventure more than anything else, the very reason for him joining the Navy was to leave his home shores and go to places he had only ever heard about in the drunken tales of sailors

Background:
(Two paragraphs required, each five lines.)

Westcott was born in the East End of London, a stone’s throw always from Wapping docks, and like most of those born in the East End, he was born into abject poverty. The 3rd of 4 sons, he was the only one to survive beyond their 5th birthday. His mother was a seamstress, and his father... well his mother only spoke of him after a few gin, depending on what night she told the story he was a sailor on shore leave, a soldier who went onto die on some unknown plain, or a police officer murdered by some cutthroat down some dark alley. The truth could have just been some drunken fling, however Jeremy knew not what the truth was, all he knew was that his father had no part of his upbringing. His early childhood was spent living in a single room shared with 3 other families, and he was one of the lucky ones. With his mother spending most of the time working for meagre wages, the main influence growing up was a gentleman known simply as the Old Sailor, unoriginal name conjured up from his wizened appearance, and the fact that he was clearly ex navy and had a propensity to smoke ‘Sailor' Tobacco. Here he heard tales of a far more exciting world, lying outside the 4 halls of his home and the slums of East London.

He now had 2 options. Stay in the East End, and die of some epidemic which often swept through the tenements, or get some low paid job or result to a life of crime. Or get out, elsewhere in London or the country would not have been much of an improvement, he was uneducated, and there was a lack of jobs everywhere. What he did hold onto however was he Old Sailor's stories. And so at the age of 15 with his meagre belongings carried in a bag over one shoulder, and a note with his mother’s signature forged on it, he made his way to a recruiting station and was welcomed by the Navy, they didn’t care about your past or your upbringing, just that you were willing to learn and follow orders. And so signed up as a Boy 2nd Class given his age, with a minimum 12 years service.

For the next 12 years he served with distinction, working his way up to the rank of Able Seaman. During his service the Empire was remarkably peaceful, and he saw little action. But what he did manage to see was the world, as far south as the Cape of Good Hope and as far north as the Hudson Bay and Canada, giving him experience of sailing in the grim expanse of the arctic circle. He served on a multitude of ships, from frigates and destroyers, all the way to ending his career on the newly built HMS Dreadnought, in fact one of his most prized possessions is a nameplate he prized off one of the decks with the venerable ship's name embossed upon it.

Having spent 13 years (an additional year than required) serving he returned home with a decent amount of money, savings from his wages and money raised through the sale of foreign goods he was able to pick up whilst offshore in distant lands. However the money soon began to run out, and the familiar sights and smells of the East End began to bore him once more. After 2 years he was chomping at the bit, and ready to leave. The Navy wouldn’t have him however, the Anglo-German arms race was 2inding to a close, and there were a multitude of ex sailors looking for work as the ship building scheme came to an end. As luck would have it however through a contact he had made in the Royal Academy, a lowly clerk who he had befriended one scientific voyage, he became aware of the a newly planned arctic expedition, sponsored by the Russian Tsardom. Managing to get a name, and a forged letter of recommendation from his Clerk friend apparently from the Royal Society (even if his experiences on there were real), he used the last of his money to charter passage to Russia, once more with a bag slung over his shoulder carrying his meagre possessions, signing back up as a sailor, the profession he knows and loves best.

Other:.
One of his prize possessions he carries around with him is a small carved wooden pipe, clearly of some value, and is often found clamped between his lips as he walks the deck.
 
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[Appearance]
Broad of shoulder, and with a thick neck, Westcott is built boxer or brawler. His dark brown hair is kept short, whilst his beard has grown out to bushy proportions. His skin is wrinkled beyond his age, a symptom of many years spent at sea in he wind and rain, having assumed a near permanent tan from his exposure to the elements. His eyes much like the sea he has served on for so long are pale blue bordering grey like a stormy sea. His features are hard and thick set but he wouldn’t be described as ugly (despite his slightly crooked nose, a break that never set properly), and though he isn’t the tallest man he is strong and thick set, often seen pacing the deck of the ships he serves upon, untroubled by the wind or rain.

royal-navy-sailor-victorian-period-G3WW0T.jpg


Height:
5”10

Weight:
13 stone

Name: Jeremy ‘Jack' Westcott

Nickname(s): West, British, Jack (traditional nickname for a British sailor)

Age: 30

Nationality: British, born in Wapping, East London

Expedition Role: Sailor

Skills:
(Up to four at most.)

Expert Seaman: A life aboard ships: Jeremy has spent his time serving on ships from the age if 16 to 29, 13 years of service in her Majesty's navy. As such he has accumulated a multitude of nautical skills from rope work to sail work and sailing coal powered ships. Having served on the HMS Dreadnought for the final 4 years of his career he is also well versed in modern naval vessels.

Physically powerful/a scrapper: 13 years of service aboard vessels means 13 years of hard labour, especially for a common sailor. This has left the already naturally broad Westcott even more so, with a thickset profile. Another part of naval life he picked up boxing, a common past time amongst sailors, fought between different fleets champions, different ships, all the way down to different teams on the same ship. Though by no means a champion boxer he can take a punch as well as he can give.

Personality:
Westcott ticks a lot of clichéd boxes when thinking of a sailor. He is deeply superstitious, carrying a number of trinkets about his neck, from a crucifix, a crescent moon and amongst others several small symbols brought from fellow sailors serving as far as India and Australia. Despite this however he is not particularly religious, simply seeing a safe way to try and garner as much good luck as possible. He is friendly enough, a true east ender who’s gift of the gab has sometimes got him into trouble, a smile often breaking his features, and a whistle on his lips. He prefers to seek the company of his fellow sailors, very much understanding the gap between people of his class and the officer class. Despite his talkative attitude he is a consummate professional however taking his duties seriously. Jeremy is motivated by adventure more than anything else, the very reason for him joining the Navy was to leave his home shores and go to places he had only ever heard about in the drunken tales of sailors

Background:
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Westcott was born in the East End of London, a stone’s throw always from Wapping docks, and like most of those born in the East End, he was born into abject poverty. The 3rd of 4 sons, he was the only one to survive beyond their 5th birthday. His mother was a seamstress, and his father... well his mother only spoke of him after a few gin, depending on what night she told the story he was a sailor on shore leave, a soldier who went onto die on some unknown plain, or a police officer murdered by some cutthroat down some dark alley. The truth could have just been some drunken fling, however Jeremy knew not what the truth was, all he knew was that his father had no part of his upbringing. His early childhood was spent living in a single room shared with 3 other families, and he was one of the lucky ones. With his mother spending most of the time working for meagre wages, the main influence growing up was a gentleman known simply as the Old Sailor, unoriginal name conjured up from his wizened appearance, and the fact that he was clearly ex navy and had a propensity to smoke ‘Sailor' Tobacco. Here he heard tales of a far more exciting world, lying outside the 4 halls of his home and the slums of East London.

He now had 2 options. Stay in the East End, and die of some epidemic which often swept through the tenements, or get some low paid job or result to a life of crime. Or get out, elsewhere in London or the country would not have been much of an improvement, he was uneducated, and there was a lack of jobs everywhere. What he did hold onto however was he Old Sailor's stories. And so at the age of 15 with his meagre belongings carried in a bag over one shoulder, and a note with his mother’s signature forged on it, he made his way to a recruiting station and was welcomed by the Navy, they didn’t care about your past or your upbringing, just that you were willing to learn and follow orders. And so signed up as a Boy 2nd Class given his age, with a minimum 12 years service.

For the next 12 years he served with distinction, working his way up to the rank of Able Seaman. During his service the Empire was remarkably peaceful, and he saw little action. But what he did manage to see was the world, as far south as the Cape of Good Hope and as far north as the Hudson Bay and Canada, giving him experience of sailing in the grim expanse of the arctic circle. He served on a multitude of ships, from frigates and destroyers, all the way to ending his career on the newly built HMS Dreadnought, in fact one of his most prized possessions is a nameplate he prized off one of the decks with the venerable ship's name embossed upon it.

Having spent 13 years (an additional year than required) serving he returned home with a decent amount of money, savings from his wages and money raised through the sale of foreign goods he was able to pick up whilst offshore in distant lands. However the money soon began to run out, and the familiar sights and smells of the East End began to bore him once more. After 2 years he was chomping at the bit, and ready to leave. The Navy wouldn’t have him however, the Anglo-German arms race was 2inding to a close, and there were a multitude of ex sailors looking for work as the ship building scheme came to an end. As luck would have it however through a contact he had made in the Royal Academy, a lowly clerk who he had befriended one scientific voyage, he became aware of the a newly planned arctic expedition, sponsored by the Russian Tsardom. Managing to get a name, and a forged letter of recommendation from his Clerk friend apparently from the Royal Society (even if his experiences on there were real), he used the last of his money to charter passage to Russia, once more with a bag slung over his shoulder carrying his meagre possessions, signing back up as a sailor, the profession he knows and loves best.

Other:.
One of his prize possessions he carries around with him is a small carved wooden pipe, clearly of some value, and is often pound clamped between his lips as he walks the deck.
ACCEPTED! A NICE B O Y E x
 
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Elizabeth Walker is of tall and posed stature. Her years of reform had given her an elegant gait. Her dark blonde hair is styled up in typical fashion, but when let down, falls near her waist. She is referred to as a “classic beauty” with her frame and bone structure, but at a second closer glance, you can begin to see the years have worn on her. Her forehead shows signs of wrinkles from stress and at the corners of her hazel eyes crowsfeet are showing so slightly.


Height: 5’8”
Weight: 140lbs
Name:
Elizabeth Anna Margret Walker
Nickname(s):
Eliza, Maggie, Magpie(by her late husband), The Woman
Age: 30
Nationality:
Dutch-English-Australian
Expedition Role:
Cartographer

Skills:
*Good Sense of Direction/Navigational skills
*Precision
*Artistic
*Can work with hands/Can build
*Seamstress

Personality:
Eliza in later years has had a personality like ice when she’s sober. To men and to those around her she has closed herself off. But to grander ideas and adventure she felt like a young girl. Growing up with brothers made her rough around the edges and finishing school tried to polish her up. She’s a creative soul that life has beat down, but every once in while that light shines.


Background:
Elizabeth Anna Margret Walker was born into very humble circumstances in Australia. Her parents did not come from much. Her father was a mason (who dreamed of being an architect) and her mother was a seamstress and laundress to help put food on the table. Eliza, who was affectionately called Maggie for her mother, was the middle child and only girl of four siblings. Her parents did alright and growing up on the outskirts of town made Eliza tough and determined. As she grew though and went from scraggly kid to blossoming girl she was pressured to clean up and act as a lady does. Eliza tried so hard to fight against the grain, “not like every other girl”, but most of her life she was put back in her place in life as a woman. Her father had a special spot in his heart for her, and she would often follow him on jobs. He taught her to draw and dream and see bigger things beyond what was in front of her. Her mother was never too pleased with her father putting ideas in her head. She’d never find a man like that. At 14 Eliza was sent to finishing school in Sydney. As Eliza was finishing up school, her family moved to the Netherlands, where her father still had family.

Her father was the black sheep of his Dutch family that seemed more concerned about appearances than her father had ever been. Needless to say, a family obsessed with appearances and furthering their social status Eliza was their jewel. A jewel at perfect marrying age. Though no matter how many suitors they set up for her she managed to run them off until she and Daniel Charles Walker met by chance. His aristocratic family didn’t approve, but after a couple of years of their marriage, they grew very fond of Eliza. Eliza and Danny were very happy. Their marriage was passionate and kind. Danny understood her best, and they were best friends and lovers. But, it wasn’t always easy, they tried very long to have children. Very long. After multiple miscarriages, each just as devastating, doctors inform Eliza she would never bear children. It was a hard blow for both Eliza and Danny, but they set their sites on other things. They built their own home that Eliza and her father designed together. Eliza and Danny traveled across Europe. She found a love for travel and for the world. With the help of Danny, she was able to go to college an start her path to become a cartographer. A year into her schooling, Danny got TB and died. It was devastating, and the first year she did not leave her home. Eventually, she picked herself up, and finished school. It’s been 5 years since Danny died, Eliza has mapped nearly every place her and Danny ever traveled, and she’s ready to see more.

Hearing of a grand oppurtinity and dangerous voyage to map the Northern Sea Route and the chance to uncover a missing ship. Eliza waiting for the chance of adventure, and no fear of death, threw her hat in.

Other:

Eliza has developed a bit of a drinking problem since the years of her husband passing. She always has a flask hidden on her and will never turn down a drink.

She keeps her wedding ring on a chain around her neck.

She has no qualms about casual relationships, but knows for herself she’ll never remarry.

Eliza has a hobby for art. In her downtime she'll sketch crew members, the ship, and sights along the way.
 
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Elizabeth Walker is of tall and posed stature. Her years of reform had given her an elegant gait. Her dark blonde hair is styled up in typical fashion, but when let down, falls near her waist. She is referred to as a “classic beauty” with her frame and bone structure, but at a second closer glance, you can begin to see the years have worn on her. Her forehead shows signs of wrinkles from stress and at the corners of her hazel eyes crowsfeet are showing so slightly.


Height: 5’8”
Weight: 140lbs
Name:
Elizabeth Anna Margret Walker
Nickname(s):
Eliza, Maggie, Magpie(by her late husband), The Woman
Age: 30
Nationality:
Dutch-English-Australian
Expedition Role:
Cartographer

Skills:
*Good Sense of Direction/Navigational skills
*Precision
*Artistic
*Can work with her hands

Personality:
Eliza in later years has had a personality like ice when she’s sober. To men and to those around her she has closed herself off. But to grander ideas and adventure she felt like a young girl. Growing up with brothers made her rough around the edges and finishing school tried to polish her up. She’s a creative soul that life has beat down, but every once in while that light shines.


Background:
Elizabeth Anna Margret Walker was born into very humble circumstances in Australia. Her parents did not come from much. Her father was a mason (who dreamed of being an architect) and her mother was a seamstress and laundress to help put food on the table. Eliza, who was affectionately called Maggie for her mother, was the middle child and only girl of four siblings. Her parents did alright and growing up on the outskirts of town made Eliza tough and determined. As she grew though and went from scraggly kid to blossoming girl she was pressured to clean up and act as a lady does. Eliza tried so hard to fight against the grain, “not like every other girl”, but most of her life she was put back in her place in life as a woman. Her father had a special spot in his heart for her, and she would often follow him on jobs. He taught her to draw and dream and see bigger things beyond what was in front of her. Her mother was never too pleased with her father putting ideas in her head. She’d never find a man like that. At 14 Eliza was sent to finishing school in Sydney. As Eliza was finishing up school, her family moved to the Netherlands, where her father still had family.

Her father was the black sheep of his Dutch family that seemed more concerned about appearances than her father had ever been. Needless to say, a family obsessed with appearances and furthering their social status Eliza was their jewel. A jewel at perfect marrying age. Though no matter how many suitors they set up for her she managed to run them off until she and Daniel Charles Walker met by chance. His aristocratic family didn’t approve, but after a couple of years of their marriage, they grew very fond of Eliza. Eliza and Danny were very happy. Their marriage was passionate and kind. Danny understood her best, and they were best friends and lovers. But, it wasn’t always easy, they tried very long to have children. Very long. After multiple miscarriages, each just as devastating, doctors inform Eliza she would never bear children. It was a hard blow for both Eliza and Danny, but they set their sites on other things. They built their own home that Eliza and her father designed together. Eliza and Danny traveled across Europe. She found a love for travel and for the world. With the help of Danny, she was able to go to college an start her path to become a cartographer. A year into her schooling, Danny got TB and died. It was devastating, and the first year she did not leave her home. Eventually, she picked herself up, and finished school. It’s been 5 years since Danny died, Eliza has mapped nearly every place her and Danny ever traveled, and she’s ready to see more.

Hearing of a grand oppurtinity and dangerous voyage to map the Northern Sea Route and the chance to uncover a missing ship. Eliza waiting for the chance of adventure, and no fear of death, threw her hat in.

Other:

Eliza has developed a bit of a drinking problem since the years of her husband passing. She always has a flask hidden on her and will never turn down a drink.

She keeps her wedding ring on a chain around her neck.

She has no qualms about casual relationships, but knows for herself she’ll never remarry.
ACCEPTED!!! MAP GAL IS GORGE!
 
Appearance:
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Physical Description:
Athletic build, Scandianvian and German features. Clean shave. Has a scar on his right arm and chest after a rough impact with an icy cliff side during a mountain climb.

Height: 184cm
Weight: 93kg

Name: Jörgen Dolkberg
Nickname(s): Dolk, Jorgy (English-speakers), Doc
Age: 32

Nationality: Swedish

Expedition Role: Medical Doctor

Skills:

Medical Expertise - Dolk has received both military and civilian training in the field of medicine. He's especially adept at treating wounded in cold climates with numerous hikers and conscripts being the only testimony to his skills after saving them from a cold and painful death.


Military Man - Because of his military routines and hard discipline, Dolk is always ready to spring into action whenever he's needed. His reaction-time seems almost supernatural, or perhaps he's just good at guessing when and where he is needed?

Arctic Survivor - Used to working in cold climates, both on land and at sea, Dolk is not as easily affected by cold weather as his peers nor does it demoralize him as much. If he's ever caught in rough spot amidst a raging blizzard he knows not only how to keep himself alive but also those that are with him.

Team-Player - With his positive attitude Dolk often manages to keep the morale high. When he's not telling stories of odd past patients he's busy lending his ear a worried comrade or seen motivating his younger colleagues.

Personality:


Jörgen is a professional yet relaxed man. Depending on the situation he can easily switch between being serious to a more casual attitude. His greatest wish is to help as many people as he possibly can before life catches up, something which is easily seen as he works tirelessly to save wounded no matter who they are. He is not without flaw however; while dedicated to his profession he is also extremely proud and would rather go down with the ship (metaphorically) than give up or admit to being wrong. On top of that he can be a bit stubborn and thick-headed when it comes to discussing his profession with people he believe to be incompetent or wrong.

Despite all this he is always there when you need him for as long as you need him. A reliable but stubborn man who wants nothing else but to save lives.

Background:

Jörgen grew up on an island right outside of Stockholm where he spent most of his childhood running around the beaches. He would go up early just to wave at the fishermen as they ventured out into the Baltic Sea. As a boy his dream was to become a captain of his ship, often fantasizing of recruiting all of his best friends for these fantastical fishing trips. As he grew up however he became inspired by one of his uncle to work in the field of medicine. His uncle, who ran a small clinic out on the islands, allowed Jörgen (aged 15 at the time) to join him during his visits at various patients.

When the time came for conscription into the Swedish military Jörgen naturally sought to further educate himself on medicine. Becoming quite adept at military medicine he was granted several state-funded internships at hospitals throughout Stockholm.

At the end of his internship Jörgen earned the title of Doctor and was offered a prestigious position at the Garrison Hospital (Garnisonsjukhuset) where he would treat exclusively military patients. Eventually though Jörgen found himself longing back to his days at the coast and transferred to the Coastal Artillery Regiment. As a military doctor he would receive training to perform field-surgeries in all kinds of conditions and often without the comfort of a sterile operating room or the security of having a team of doctors assist him.

While this was indeed challenging Jörgen enjoyed it quite alot as it presented a new challenge to tackle. Every once in a while his old friends would drag him along for some dangerous trip to the north or the the sea, which is why his sudden presence onboard an arctic expedition should not come as a surprise.
 
Appearance:
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Physical Description:
Athletic build, Scandianvian and German features. Clean shave. Has a scar on his right arm and chest after a rough impact with an icy cliff side during a mountain climb.

Height: 184cm
Weight: 93kg


Name: Jörgen Dolkberg
Nickname(s): Dolk, Jorgy (English-speakers), Doc
Age: 32


Nationality: Swedish

Expedition Role: Medical Doctor

Skills:

Medical Expertise - Dolk has received both military and civilian training in the field of medicine. He's especially adept at treating wounded in cold climates with numerous hikers and conscripts being the only testimony to his skills after saving them from a cold and painful death.


Military Man - Because of his military routines and hard discipline, Dolk is always ready to spring into action whenever he's needed. His reaction-time seems almost supernatural, or perhaps he's just good at guessing when and where he is needed?

Arctic Survivor - Used to working in cold climates, both on land and at sea, Dolk is not as easily affected by cold weather as his peers nor does it demoralize him as much. If he's ever caught in rough spot amidst a raging blizzard he knows not only how to keep himself alive but also those that are with him.

Team-Player - With his positive attitude Dolk often manages to keep the morale high. When he's not telling stories of odd past patients he's busy lending his ear a worried comrade or seen motivating his younger colleagues.

Personality:


Jörgen is a professional yet relaxed man. Depending on the situation he can easily switch between being serious to a more casual attitude. His greatest wish is to help as many people as he possibly can before life catches up, something which is easily seen as he works tirelessly to save wounded no matter who they are. He is not without flaw however; while dedicated to his profession he is also extremely proud and would rather go down with the ship (metaphorically) than give up or admit to being wrong. On top of that he can be a bit stubborn and thick-headed when it comes to discussing his profession with people he believe to be incompetent or wrong.

Despite all this he is always there when you need him for as long as you need him. A reliable but stubborn man who wants nothing else but to save lives.

Background:

Jörgen grew up on an island right outside of Stockholm where he spent most of his childhood running around the beaches. He would go up early just to wave at the fishermen as they ventured out into the Baltic Sea. As a boy his dream was to become a captain of his ship, often fantasizing of recruiting all of his best friends for these fantastical fishing trips. As he grew up however he became inspired by one of his uncle to work in the field of medicine. His uncle, who ran a small clinic out on the islands, allowed Jörgen (aged 15 at the time) to join him during his visits at various patients.

When the time came for conscription into the Swedish military Jörgen naturally sought to further educate himself on medicine. Becoming quite adept at military medicine he was granted several state-funded internships at hospitals throughout Stockholm.

At the end of his internship Jörgen earned the title of Doctor and was offered a prestigious position at the Garrison Hospital (Garnisonsjukhuset) where he would treat exclusively military patients. Eventually though Jörgen found himself longing back to his days at the coast and transferred to the Coastal Artillery Regiment. As a military doctor he would receive training to perform field-surgeries in all kinds of conditions and often without the comfort of a sterile operating room or the security of having a team of doctors assist him.

While this was indeed challenging Jörgen enjoyed it quite alot as it presented a new challenge to tackle. Every once in a while his old friends would drag him along for some dangerous trip to the north or the the sea, which is why his sudden presence onboard an arctic expedition should not come as a surprise.
ACCEPTED!!!!! OH YEAH BABEY x
 
Aleksandr Kuznetsov is a tall, lanky young man. He is distinguished by his somewhat curly and dark hair, soft face, and bright pale eyes. His deep brown hair is kept somewhat on the longer side, especially by the day's standards, purely because he never has time to cut it. Not one to outwardly build muscle, the boy is a lot stronger than he looks. He has minimal facial hair at the beginning of the voyage, really only a little bit of stubble. He has the hands and arms of someone in his career field; often covered in burns and desensitized to heat. He is practically skin and bones, and cannot seem to put on much weight no matter what he does. He looks a lot more delicate than he really is. He is the tallest in his family by a long shot, most of them under five-foot ten inches tall.

Height:
Six foot two inches tall.

Weight:
About 150 pounds.

Name:
Aleksandr Dmitriyevich Kuznetsov.

Nickname(s):
Sasha, Aleks.

Age:
He is twenty-seven years of age.

Nationality:
Russian.

Expedition Role:
He is responsible for feeding the ship's crew by cooking, providing, and rationing food.

Skills:
Master Chef:
Aleks has been working in various kitchens in his home of Russia for years. Since the age he was able to start working, he's been serving tables and preparing food, much to his family's displeasure.

Fisherman:
He learned how to fish at a young age from his father Dmitriy. The two would often go fishing to put something on the table for their family.

Sailing:
Aleks very briefly worked on a fishing boat in his teenage years, and from there, learned how to sail. He is likely rusty by now and is by no means a master sailor.


Personality:
Aleks is nice enough if you talk to him once or twice. He prefers to keep to himself in his kitchen. He ferverently claims the area as his domain. He does have a bit of a temper, especially when his food is insulted, as it is a bit of a soft spot for him. He is not the brightest of people, especially when it comes to the sciences. He keeps his head down and his attention on what he does best. If he's bad at something and knows it, he gives up quickly on trying to make it work out. He will often spread himself thin for friends, but won't budge an inch for strangers. He is not the most sensitive of people, either, often saying the wrong thing when the situation calls for compassion and empathy. That's not to say that he doesn't care- he moreso doesn't understand the impact his words have on people and doesn't understand the social cues of the day.

Background:
Aleksandr's family life before the voyage was nothing remarkable. He came from a poorer family on the outskirts of Saint Petersburg. The main city was maybe half an hour from his home at the time. Their home was small and humble, though the family was large. He had two sisters and two brothers, of which he is the oldest. He spent most of his childhood and younger years fishing and helping care for a mother who got into the late stages of dementia when he was about twelve years old. Unable to afford treatment for her in professional institution, the family surrounded her at home until her death shortly after Aleksandr turned twenty-one. During his teenage years, the young man started work on a fishing boat, though this was shortlived. This is because shortly after getting the job on the boat, Aleks discovered his love of cooking.

From there, the fledgling chef wanted to learn everything he could about the field. Finding that he had a somewhat natural flair for the art, he started working nunerous jobs in kitchens all across the city. This was much to his family's displeasure; despite him bringing in quite a bit of money to cover costs, the family didn't consider the young Kuznetsov's work as genuine. They were a family of hard-nosed manual labourers, common working people who used their hands to do what they considered hard work and get food put on the table. A few years after working in kitchens of many shapes and sizes, Aleksandr heard whisperings around town and saw ads talking about a voyage to the Arctic. Soon enough, he offered his skills to the ship's crew. He was desperate to leave the city and make a life of his own.

Other:
N/A.
 
Aleksandr Kuznetsov is a tall, lanky young man. He is distinguished by his somewhat curly and dark hair, soft face, and bright pale eyes. His deep brown hair is kept somewhat on the longer side, especially by the day's standards, purely because he never has time to cut it. Not one to outwardly build muscle, the boy is a lot stronger than he looks. He has minimal facial hair at the beginning of the voyage, really only a little bit of stubble. He has the hands and arms of someone in his career field; often covered in burns and desensitized to heat. He is practically skin and bones, and cannot seem to put on much weight no matter what he does. He looks a lot more delicate than he really is. He is the tallest in his family by a long shot, most of them under five-foot ten inches tall.

Height:
Six foot two inches tall.

Weight:
About 150 pounds.

Name:
Aleksandr Dmitriyevich Kuznetsov.

Nickname(s):
Sasha, Aleks.

Age:
He is twenty-seven years of age.

Nationality:
Russian.

Expedition Role:
He is responsible for feeding the ship's crew by cooking, providing, and rationing food.

Skills:
Master Chef:
Aleks has been working in various kitchens in his home of Russia for years. Since the age he was able to start working, he's been serving tables and preparing food, much to his family's displeasure.


Fisherman:
He learned how to fish at a young age from his father Dmitriy. The two would often go fishing to put something on the table for their family.


Sailing:
Aleks very briefly worked on a fishing boat in his teenage years, and from there, learned how to sail. He is likely rusty by now and is by no means a master sailor.


Personality:
Aleks is nice enough if you talk to him once or twice. He prefers to keep to himself in his kitchen. He ferverently claims the area as his domain. He does have a bit of a temper, especially when his food is insulted, as it is a bit of a soft spot for him. He is not the brightest of people, especially when it comes to the sciences. He keeps his head down and his attention on what he does best. If he's bad at something and knows it, he gives up quickly on trying to make it work out. He will often spread himself thin for friends, but won't budge an inch for strangers. He is not the most sensitive of people, either, often saying the wrong thing when the situation calls for compassion and empathy. That's not to say that he doesn't care- he moreso doesn't understand the impact his words have on people and doesn't understand the social cues of the day.

Background:
Aleksandr's family life before the voyage was nothing remarkable. He came from a poorer family on the outskirts of Saint Petersburg. The main city was maybe half an hour from his home at the time. Their home was small and humble, though the family was large. He had two sisters and two brothers, of which he is the oldest. He spent most of his childhood and younger years fishing and helping care for a mother who got into the late stages of dementia when he was about twelve years old. Unable to afford treatment for her in professional institution, the family surrounded her at home until her death shortly after Aleksandr turned twenty-one. During his teenage years, the young man started work on a fishing boat, though this was shortlived. This is because shortly after getting the job on the boat, Aleks discovered his love of cooking.

From there, the fledgling chef wanted to learn everything he could about the field. Finding that he had a somewhat natural flair for the art, he started working nunerous jobs in kitchens all across the city. This was much to his family's displeasure; despite him bringing in quite a bit of money to cover costs, the family didn't consider the young Kuznetsov's work as genuine. They were a family of hard-nosed manual labourers, common working people who used their hands to do what they considered hard work and get food put on the table. A few years after working in kitchens of many shapes and sizes, Aleksandr heard whisperings around town and saw ads talking about a voyage to the Arctic. Soon enough, he offered his skills to the ship's crew. He was desperate to leave the city and make a life of his own.

Other:
N/A.
ACCEPTED!!!!!!!! AMAZING YOS!!!!!
 
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Height: 189 cm

Weight: 81 kg

Name: Ivan Ivanov

Nickname(s): Vanya

Age: 53

Nationality: Purebred Russian

Expedition Role: Navigator/Astronomer

Skills:
Expert Fishing - Having been a fisherman all his life, he can catch anything the cook wants, given it's in the area
Adept Navigation - If you wanna survive out in the waters, you gotta know how to find your way
Adept Survival - He's been stuck out at sea at least five times.
Quick Thinking - Doesn't necessarily mean they're good ideas, but he does come up with a lot of them really quickly. Hopefully, one sticks

Personality:
Ivan can be... eccentric, at times. He talks to people you can't see fairly often, although he usually tries to do it when he's alone, but that isn't written in stone. He generally just invites people to fish with him and tell them stories from when he was younger, although the validity of them varies. He can also say random things absolutely unprompted, such as "Did you kids know that when I was a young'un, we played inside of horses that died on the street?" Despite all that, he's a kind man deep down, and although he thinks of his crew mates as quite young, he'll try to engage with their interests, such as sit and listen to Rudolf talk about various minerals and geodes or fawn over a seal they found with Eriksson.

Background:
Ivan was a happy young man. Sure, he wasn't the richest, but he wasn't the poorest either. He had a wife, Tatiana, who he loved and two wonderful children, Taya and Anatoli, he was proud of. His job as a fisherman did him well, and he was able to make sure his family was fed every night, although Christmas was quite small, even though they saved up all year. It never bothered him, though. One cold day in 1893, his wife and children got sick. The village doctor said it was pneumonia. The nearest store that had aspirin was far away, a week's travel. He traveled as fast as he could, getting to the pharmacy and back in a week and a half. When he got back to the village, he smelled smoke. And where there's smoke, there's fire.

Soon after, his main place of residence was the local tavern. The bartender didn't mind, he was a paying customer, and he provided fish for meals for other patrons. More than once, he took too much bourbon with him and fell asleep on his boat, stranded. One time, in 1899, he even had to use his own flesh as bait to survive until the wind was good enough to get him home safe. It wasn't that he couldn't find his way back, on the contrary. The stars told him all he needed to know. So did his friend, Boris Smirnov. Boris went everywhere with him. Even when there was no way he could have gotten there. Other people couldn't see him, but that didn't bother either of them.

A similarly cold day in 1905 brought another tragedy. In an alleyway in St Petersburg, he was caught up in a rather unsavory march. He managed to get out unscathed, but only in the body. The things he saw were horrible, and he swore that the Tsar would pay for what he did. Coincidentally, a high ranking Bolshevik decided to pay Ivan a visit. He wanted him to be a spy! Well, how could he refuse this opportunity? He worked for them for years, going from city to city, giving his comrades valuable information. In 1912, after coming upon a poster, an job advertisement for a navigator for a trip to the Arctic, he was told by his ally that he needed to apply. Not only was that boat going to discover information critical for the communist's prevail, but he was the only one that could do it, since he had his navigation skills. So, he did as told. He got the job, and took his only belonging, his trusty fishing rod, with him.​
 
[Appearance]
Height: 189 cm

Weight: 81 kg

Name: Ivan Ivanov

Nickname(s): Vanya

Age: 53

Nationality: Purebred Russian

Expedition Role: Navigator/Astronomer

Skills:
Expert Fishing - Having been a fisherman all his life, he can catch anything the cook wants, given it's in the area
Adept Navigation - If you wanna survive out in the waters, you gotta know how to find your way
Adept Survival - He's been stuck out at sea at least five times.
Quick Thinking - Doesn't necessarily mean they're good ideas, but he does come up with a lot of them really quickly. Hopefully, one sticks

Personality:
Ivan can be... eccentric, at times. He talks to people you can't see fairly often, although he usually tries to do it when he's alone, but that isn't written in stone. He generally just invites people to fish with him and tell them stories from when he was younger, although the validity of them varies. He can also say random things absolutely unprompted, such as "Did you kids know that when I was a young'un, we played inside of horses that died on the street?" Despite all that, he's a kind man deep down, and although he thinks of his crew mates as quite young, he'll try to engage with their interests, such as sit and listen to Rudolf talk about various minerals and geodes or fawn over a seal they found with Eriksson.

Background:
Ivan was a happy young man. Sure, he wasn't the richest, but he wasn't the poorest either. He had a wife, Tatiana, who he loved and two wonderful children, Taya and Anatoli, he was proud of. His job as a fisherman did him well, and he was able to make sure his family was fed every night, although Christmas was quite small, even though they saved up all year. It never bothered him, though. One cold day in 1893, his wife and children got sick. The village doctor said it was pneumonia. The nearest store that had aspirin was far away, a week's travel. He traveled as fast as he could, getting to the pharmacy and back in a week and a half. When he got back to the village, he smelled smoke. And where there's smoke, there's fire.

Soon after, his main place of residence was the local tavern. The bartender didn't mind, he was a paying customer, and he provided fish for meals for other patrons. More than once, he took too much bourbon with him and fell asleep on his boat, stranded. One time, in 1899, he even had to use his own flesh as bait to survive until the wind was good enough to get him home safe. It wasn't that he couldn't find his way back, on the contrary. The stars told him all he needed to know. So did his friend, Boris Smirnov. Boris went everywhere with him. Even when there was no way he could have gotten there. Other people couldn't see him, but that didn't bother either of them.

A similarly cold day in 1905 brought another tragedy. In an alleyway in St Petersburg, he was caught up in a rather unsavory march. He managed to get out unscathed, but only in the body. The things he saw were horrible, and he swore that the Tsar would pay for what he did. Coincidentally, a high ranking Bolshevik decided to pay Ivan a visit. He wanted him to be a spy! Well, how could he refuse this opportunity? He worked for them for years, going from city to city, giving his comrades valuable information. In 1912, after coming upon a poster, an job advertisement for a navigator for a trip to the Arctic, he was told by his ally that he needed to apply. Not only was that boat going to discover information critical for the communist's prevail, but he was the only one that could do it, since he had his navigation skills. So, he did as told. He got the job, and took his only belonging, his trusty fishing rod, with him.​
A SCHIZO BEAUT x
 
(NPC//WIP)

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Height:
5'10"

Weight:
188 lbs

Name:
Antosha Volkov

Nickname(s):
Tosha, Anty, Rebenok.

Age:
26

Nationality:
Russian

Expedition Role:
First Mate

Skills:


Personality:

WIP

Background:
WIP

Other:
 
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Tokarev Darko Kolganov

Nickname
“Darko”

Height
1.80 m.
(5 ft. 11 in.)

Weight
88.45 kg.
(195 lbs.)

Age
31 years
(February 2, 1881)

Nationality
Russian

Expedition Role
Sailor

Skills
Practiced Sailor: Years of serving with the fleet have given Darko the skills of experienced sailor. He has also learned the value of discipline and working as a unit among his comrades.

Battle-Hardened: Darko’s military experience have desensitized him to stressful situations. Grace under pressure allows him to perform to the best of his abilities when the situation proves most dire. He is also proficient in combat, having received training in hand-to-hand combat and firearms.

Survival Skills: Darko’s experiences in harsh conditions along with his extensive service have given Darko basic survival skills should the situation require.

Sleight of Hand: Darko has learned the ways of thieving. He can slip away with items without being noticed by most. Where stealth fails, wit comes into play.

Personality
Darko is often referred to as a rowdy and raunchy character, reaffirming the old stigma towards sailors. Where Darko lacks in stature, he makes up for in volume and quick wittedness. His sense of humor and lack of sensitivity tends to get him into trouble with those not within his sphere of understanding. Darko loves the public setting, a place where his personality can stretch its legs. In the hours where no work is to be done, Darko’s bellow can often be heard coming from the nearest pub. Though Darko is known to fool around, when it comes to his duties, he never falters and prides himself on his discipline as a practiced seaman. His comrades know him to be reliable and persistent should the situation become too hot to handle.

Background
Born in the poorer districts of Riga, Tokarev Darko Kolganov enjoyed the privileged lifestyle of the son of a factory foreman. As an only child, Darko lived alone with his father. Darko never knew his mother as she died during his birth. At home, things were just as one would expect from a lower class family living in the slums of an urban sprawl. Darko and his father shared a humble apartment, complete with two rooms. A small bathroom, and the room where they slept, cooked, and ate. Every morning, Darko would wake up to find himself alone in the apartment. His father usually always left before dawn, and worked long hours into the night. Darko didn’t pay too much mind to this. He dressed himself, ate what he could, and headed off for school. Darko despised the schoolhouse, and took little interest in his studies. Plus, the constant nagging of instructors and those telling him that he’d never amount to anything made everything seem so much more charming. He would often sneak out of class to go explore the urban jungle or to rough house with the other hooligan boys.
Eventually, Darko fell in with a small street gang, or rather, a band of street urchins. Under their wing, he learned the art of the sleight of hand and how to be light on one’s feet. Darko became fairly good at picking pockets, nabbing items, and sneaking into places he wasn’t supposed to. Darko soon found this life more amicable and stopped attending classes all together. His father, of course, was unaware of this and soon fell victim to an illness: tuberculosis. Though Darko didn’t see his father often, when he did, he knew him to be compassionate and loving. So, when Darko found him lying dead in his bed, the pain still struck deep. Having no where else to go, Darko became a full time street urchin. Darko then spent the rest of his childhood years on the streets of Riga. He lived off of what he could and stayed in and out of friends places, or simply, out on the street. Winter hit especially harshly, and it was a miracle Darko survived to turn 18. When he was 19, he was arrested for trying to steal food from a market vendor and spent several months in prison. During his time in prison, he took the time to rethink his life choices and evaluate his situation. He ultimately decided it was time for a change of scenery. After his release he broke ties with his old “gang” and tried to find an honest job. However, his previous run-ins with the law and hysterical lack of schooling severely reduced his opportunities in the city. It seemed all hope was lost up until Darko passed by the Navy's recruiting office. With no other avenues besides going back to living on the streets or simply dying, Darko soon found himself a sailor of the Imperial Russian Navy.

After three years of serving during a time of peace, Darko saw his first action in the last stretch of the Russo-Japanese War in 1905. Darko served the first portion of his service on an escort vessel in the Baltic. In 1902, a per-dreadnought battleship arrived from the Pacific, it docked in the port where Darko was on leave. He learned the ship's name was the Sissoi Veliky, and was scheduled to return to action after a number of repairs were made and gathering replacement crew. After hearing word that a combat vessel in-need of crewman was waiting to head back out into the unknown, Darko pounced on the opportunity and transferred to the battleship. Soon, the Sissoi Veliky, along with the rest of the Baltic Fleet were redirected to the far east to assist the Imperial Navy forces in the Pacific. The situation in the Far East was looking grim, the Japanese had the upper hand and reinforcements were needed. The fleet’s trip would take them around the continent of Africa, through the Indian Ocean, along the East Indies, and, finally, towards the South China Sea. Their trip took the better part of the year. They stopped at numerous colonial holdings from other nations along the way. This was the first time Darko saw more than just the bleak skies of the homeland and got his first taste for true adventure. Darko laid eyes on the African Coast, Madagascar, and Southeast Asia.

Before the fleet reached their destination, they received word that the forces they were sent to relieve had been destroyed by the Japanese. Even so, the Admiral decided to continue onward and meet the enemy. On the eve of May 26 1905, the fleet entered the Tsushima Strait, and, in the early morning of the next day, they made made first contact with a Japanese fleet. Shortly after, a brutal day-time battle was fought between the Russian and Japanese fleets. Darko's vessel, the Sissoi Veliky, took several direct hits during the fighting but remained operational into the night. The fighting picked up again in the later hours, in which, the Sissoi Veliky took another direct hit, this time from a torpedo. This practically immobilized the ship. With the Sissoi Veliky's sister ships unable to provide support as they were also crippled or heavily damaged, the Sissoi Veliky was approached by a Japanese vessel to which they surrendered. Darko was taken captive for a few months. However, when the war ended in September, he was promptly returned to Russia. That particular battle was a humiliating defeat for the empire, it effectively crippled their navy and ended the war. Darko transferred to another ship once he returned to Russia and served for another five years. The Battle of the Tsushima Strait was the only real action Darko ever saw whilst serving the navy.

When Darko left the navy in 1910, he returned to northern Russia. He worked in and out of jobs, often working as an aid on various fishing and merchant ships. Darko never stayed in one place too long and hopped from one coastal town to the next. Darko enjoyed the thrill of adventure, still dwelling on his adventures around the world. On one particular day, Darko caught wind of a different kind of job. It was a job out on the seas, one that was right up Darko's alley. But this time it wasn’t fishing or transport. It was something entirely different; an exploration expedition. The expedition had openings for crewman and the employer desired experienced sailors in their company. The pay seemed well enough, and Darko had never braved the arctic winds before. A chance for new experiences all while sailing the open seas? Darko didn't waste a second, he sent a telegram to the expedition and made for the first train heading north. A new vessel awaited his arrival: the Svyataya Anna.


Other
Darko’s years of sailing with the navy have given him a few habits. He is a mild alcoholic and a chronic smoker.

Darko speaks fluent Russian and has been exposed to a small number of other languages.
English Darko has heard and learned a few English words from his visit to the British colonial holdings in South Africa.

French: Darko knows a handful of French phrases from his visit to the French colonial holdings in Madagascar.

Swedish: Darko has learned a number of phrases from his time working with fishermen and merchants in the Baltic Sea.

Japanese: Darko has barely been exposed to the language, he doesn't know any words but can identify it if heard.

 
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Tokarev Darko Kolganov

Nickname
“Darko”

Height
1.80 m.
(5 ft. 11 in.)

Weight
88.45 kg.
(195 lbs.)

Age
31 years
(February 2, 1881)

Nationality
Russian

Expedition Role
Sailor

Skills
Practiced Sailor: Years of serving with the fleet have given Darko the skills of experienced sailor. He has also learned the value of discipline and working as a unit among his comrades.

Battle-Hardened: Darko’s military experience have desensitized him to stressful situations. Grace under pressure allows him to perform to the best of his abilities when the situation proves most dire. He is also proficient in combat, having received training in hand-to-hand combat and firearms.

Survival Skills: Darko’s experiences in harsh conditions along with his extensive service have given Darko basic survival skills should the situation require.

Sleight of Hand: Darko has learned the ways of thieving. He can slip away with items without being noticed by most. Where stealth fails, wit comes into play.

Personality
Darko is often referred to as a rowdy and raunchy, reaffirming the old stigma towards sailors. Where Darko lacks in stature, he makes up for in volume and quick wittedness. His sense of humor and lack of sensitivity tends to get him into trouble with those not within his sphere of understanding. Darko loves the public setting, a place where his personality can stretch its legs. In the hours where no work is to be done, Darko’s bellow can often be heard coming from the nearest pub. Though Darko is known to fool around, when it comes to his duties, he never falters and prides himself on his discipline as a practiced seaman. His comrades know him to be reliable and persistent should the situation become too hot to handle.

Background
Born in the poorer districts of Riga, Tokarev Darko Kolganov enjoyed the privileged lifestyle of the son of a factory foreman. As an only child, Darko lived alone with his father. Darko never knew his mother as she died during his birth. At home, things were just as one would expect from a lower class family living in the slums of an urban sprawl. Darko and his father shared a humble apartment, complete with two rooms. A small bathroom, and the room where they slept, cooked, and ate. Every morning, Darko would wake up to find himself alone in the apartment. His father usually always left before dawn, and worked long hours into the night. Darko didn’t pay too much mind to this. He dressed himself, ate what he could, and headed off for school. Darko despised the schoolhouse, and took little interest in his studies. Plus, the constant nagging of instructors and those telling him that he’d never amount to anything made everything seem so much more charming. He often snuck out of class to go explore the urban jungle or to rough house with the other hooligan boys.
Eventually, Darko fell in with a small street gang, or rather, a band of street urchins. Under their wing, he learned the art of the sleight of hand and how to be light on one’s feet. Darko became fairly good at picking pockets, nabbing items, and sneaking into places he wasn’t supposed to. Darko soon found this life more amicable and stopped attending classes all together. His father, of course, was unaware of this and soon fell victim to an illness: tuberculosis. Though Darko didn’t see his father often, when he did, he knew him to be compassionate and loving. So, when Darko found him lying dead in his bed, the pain still stuck deep. Having no where else to go, Darko became a full time street urchin. Darko then spent the rest of his childhood years on the streets. He lived off of what he could and stayed in and out of friends places, or simply, on the street. Winter hit especially harshly, and it was a miracle Darko survived to turn 18. When Darko was 19, he got arrested for trying to steal food from a market vendor and spent several months in prison. During his time in prison, he took the time to rethink his life choices and evaluate his situation. He decided it was time for a change of scenery. After his release he broke ties with his old “gang” a tried to find an honest job. However, his previous run ins with the law and hysterical lack of schooling severely reduced his opportunities in the city. Darko almost lost all hope until he passed the Navy recruiters office. With no other avenue besides going back to living on the streets or dying, Darko soon found himself a seaman on a ship in the Baltic for the Russian Imperial Navy.

After three years of serving during a time of peace, Darko saw his first action in the last stretch of the Russo-Japanese in 1905. Darko served the first portion of his service on an escort vessel in the Baltic until he transferred to the pre-dreadnought battleship the Sissoi Veliky in 1902. The ship had returned from the orient and was scheduled to return after a number of repairs were made and gathered replacement crew. When Darko heard tale of a combat vessel waiting to head back out into the unknown, he pounced on the opportunity. Soon, the Sissoi Veliky, along with the rest of the Baltic Fleet were redirected to the far east to assist the Imperial Navy forces in the Pacific. The situation in the Far East was looking grim, and reinforcements were needed. The fleet’s trip would take them around the continent of Africa, through the Indian Ocean, along the East Indies, and towards the South China Sea. They stopped at numerous colonial holdings from other nations along the way. This was the first time Darko saw more than just the bleak skies of the homeland. Darko laid eyes on the African Coast, Madagascar, and Southeast Asia.

Before the fleet reached their destination, they received word that the forces they were sent to relieve had been destroyed by the Japanese. Even so, the Admiral decided to continue onward and meet the enemy. On the eve of May 26 1905, the fleet entered the Tsushima Strait, and, in the early morning of the next day the made made contact with a Japanese fleet. There was a lengthy day time battle between the fleets, of which Darko participated in. His vessel, the Sissoi Veliky took several direct hits during the fighting but remained operational into the night. The fighting picked up again in the later hours, of which the Sissoi Veliky took another direct hit, this time from a torpedo. This practically rendered the ship immobile. With her sister ships unable to provide support as they were also crippled, the Sissoi Veliky was approached by a Japanese vessel to which they surrendered. Darko was taken captive for a few months. However, when the war ended in September he was returned to Russia. That particular battle was a humiliating defeat for the empire and effectively crippled their navy. Darko transferred to another ship once he returned to Russia and served for another five years. The battle of Tsushima was the only action Darko ever saw whilst in the navy.

When Darko left the navy in 1910, he returned to northern Russia. He worked in and out of jobs, often working as an aid on various fishing and merchant ships. He didn’t stay in one place too long. Darko enjoyed the thrill of adventure, still dwelling on his adventures around the world. One particular day, Darko heard of a different kind of job. A job out on the seas, but this time it wasn’t fishing or transport, it was an expedition. Darko had been forced to leave his previous job after it closed down so he was eager for new work. The expedition had opening for crewman and it’s employer was looking for experienced sailors. The pay seemed well enough, and Darko had never braved the arctic winds. Darko sent a telegram to the expedition and made for the first train heading north.


Other
Darko’s years of sailing with the navy have given him a few habits. He is a mild alcoholic and a chronic smoker.​
ACCEPTED!!! I LUFF HIM!! V GOOD
 
[Appearance]
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He's a tall, burly and muscular man, body hardened from years of physical labor.
He has curly, dark hair and dark eyes, as well as olive skin, though his face is marked from working so close to fire all the time.


Height: 1,85 m (6'1")

Weight: 87 kg (192 lbs)

Name: Temir Kaliyev

Nickname(s): None

Age: 30

Nationality: Kazakh

Expedition Role: Engineer (and fireman)

Skills:

Temir is a good engineer:
He has many years of experience under his belt and is skilled at what he's doing.


He's used to the cold:
He's never been sensitive to the cold, growing up in a country that had some of the harshest winters in the world and has plenty of experience sailing the arctic seas on the Svyataya Anna.


He speaks Kazakh and Russian.
He only has very basic knowledge of English.


He's physically strong and muscular.

Personality:
Temir is temperamental and hot headed, he often swings between very strong emotions.
He likes to joke around and laugh heartily, but can just as quickly lose his temper and lash out. He has some slight anger issues.
He's courageous, but he often disregards his own safety and can be impulsive.
Also, he's straightforward and tough, few things can unsettle him.
He's a very loyal and reliable person and sticks by the people he trusts.
But he doesn't really have strong morals or values and often acts selfishly.
He is impatient and very stubborn, he dislikes it when things don't go his way.
He was raised muslim and believes in god, but doesn't really practice the religion.
Though he has prayed before when he was looking death in the eye in some situations, and it seems to have worked because he's still here.
He doesn't talk openly about his heritage in fear of being discriminated against, though most people can already tell by his tan skin as well as his manner of speech and slight accent.



Background:
He was born in a kazakh city by the caspian sea that was built around a russian fort in the 18th century.
Temir's father was a chief engineer on a russian cargo ship, and thus, he didn't see him often, staying with his mother and four sisters.
He was never really close to any of his siblings and being the oldest and only male, he had to take responsibilty from a young age.
The school he went to was one of the schools that were built by the russians to assimilate the indigenous people.
He was average in school, but never really had any motivation to put in much effort.
As soon as he was old enough, he would go along with his father and help out on the ship.
His father didn't go easy on him.
He worked in the ship's engine room as a wiper, cleaning the engine spaces and machinery. It was a dirty and physically demanding job, but he was determined to prove to his father that he was just as capable as him. He was an intimidating man, making even the grown men working under him in the engine room shiver just by shooting an angry look.
No matter what Temir did, it never seemed to be enough for the old man. He seemed to be in a constant state of disappointment, seldom seen not frowning, let alone smiling.
Still, Temir preferred that to him being mad.
No matter what, you didn't want this man mad at you.
Later on, he was promoted to an oiler, which was an only slightly less crappy position, oiling the machinery.
He hated the job but he loved the sea, the freedom it brought, and hated being back home, where he felt out of place with his mother and sisters and where they only had a small home and unreliable access to the water supply.
Still, the living situation was better than in most other parts of the country.
After a couple of years, he decided to become an engineer because it was the only thing he really knew how to do and he was good at it.
He stayed on the same ship well into adulthood and rose through the ranks.
When his dad died though, he lost the job.
He wasn't particularly sad about his death and he wasn't alone in that. Not many people attended the funeral.
The man had never had many friends, he'd always found a way to burn bridges with people.
And his father's parents and the rest of his extended family were still leading a more traditional lifestlye and never approved of their son's.


And so, Temir searched for a new job for a while.
Being under the russian rule, his people were always seen as inferior to Russians applying for the same position.
His experience and qualifications were disregarded.
Most of the time, he was called names and sent away.
He was starting to become resentful and desperate.
Drinking one night in a tavern, he met a man called Konstantin Volkov who he drunkenly told his about his misfortune and lo and behold, the man was looking for a crew to man a ship he had bought only recently. Temir accepted the position and promised to prove that Volkov wouldn't regret his decision.
Together, they were entangled in many undertakings of questionable safety.
He's stayed with the cap through it all, from struggling to get by and picking up any job they could get on the Tsarina to later sailing through the Arctic on the Svyataya Anna, and they've become rather good friends.
This new exploration excites him, partly because it's an adventure if he's ever seen one, thrilling and with an uncertain outcome, but primarily because it's paid exceptionally well.
Thanks to that sweet reward he isn't bothered at all that the one paying them is a russian duke or that most of his crewmates will probably be Russians as well, even though tensions are rising between the central asian colonies and Russia.
He's willing to defend himself against anyone trying to mess with him and knows the captain will stand up for him as well.


Other: -
 
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[Appearance]
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He's a tall, burly and muscular man, body hardened from years of physical labor.
He has curly, dark hair and dark eyes, as well as olive skin, though his face is marked from working so close to fire all the time.


Height: 1,85 m (6'1")

Weight: 87 kg (192 lbs)

Name: Temir Kaliyev

Nickname(s): None

Age: 30

Nationality: Kazakh

Expedition Role: Engineer (and fireman)

Skills:

Temir is a good engineer:
He has many years of experience under his belt and is skilled at what he's doing.


He's used to the cold:
He's never been sensitive to the cold, growing up in a country that had some of the harshest winters in the world and has plenty of experience sailing the arctic seas on the Svyataya Anna.


He speaks Kazakh and Russian.
He only has very basic knowledge of English.


He's physically strong and muscular.

Personality:
Temir is temperamental and hot headed, he often swings between very strong emotions.
He likes to joke around and laugh heartily, but can just as quickly lose his temper and lash out. He has some slight anger issues.
He's courageous, but he often disregards his own safety and can be impulsive.
Also, he's straightforward and tough, few things can unsettle him.
He's a very loyal and reliable person and sticks by the people he trusts.
But he doesn't really have strong morals or values and often acts selfishly.
He is impatient and very stubborn, he dislikes it when things don't go his way.
He was raised muslim and believes in god, but doesn't really practice the religion.
Though he has prayed before when he was looking death in the eye in some situations, and it seems to have worked because he's still here.
He doesn't talk openly about his heritage in fear of being discriminated against, though most people can already tell by his tan skin as well as his manner of speech and slight accent.



Background:
He was born in a kazakh city by the caspian sea that was built around a russian fort in the 18th century.
Temir's father was a chief engineer on a russian cargo ship, and thus, he didn't see him often, staying with his mother and four sisters.
He was never really close to any of his siblings and being the oldest and only male, he had to take responsibilty from a young age.
The school he went to was one of the schools that were built by the russians to assimilate the indigenous people.
He was average in school, but never really had any motivation to put in much effort.
As soon as he was old enough, he would go along with his father and help out on the ship.
His father didn't go easy on him.
He worked in the ship's engine room as a wiper, cleaning the engine spaces and machinery. It was a dirty and physically demanding job, but he was determined to prove to his father that he was just as capable as him. He was an intimidating man, making even the grown men working under him in the engine room shiver just by shooting an angry look.
No matter what Temir did, it never seemed to be enough for the old man. He seemed to be in a constant state of disappointment, seldom seen not frowning, let alone smiling.
Still, Temir preferred that to him being mad.
No matter what, you didn't want this man mad at you.
Later on, he was promoted to an oiler, which was an only slightly less crappy position, oiling the machinery.
He hated the job but he loved the sea, the freedom it brought, and hated being back home, where he felt out of place with his mother and sisters and where they only had a small home and unreliable access to the water supply.
Still, the living situation was better than in most other parts of the country.
After a couple of years, he decided to become an engineer because it was the only thing he really knew how to do and he was good at it.
He stayed on the same ship well into adulthood and rose through the ranks.
When his dad died though, he lost the job.
He wasn't particularly sad about his death and he wasn't alone in that. Not many people attended the funeral.
The man had never had many friends, he'd always found a way to burn bridges with people.
And his father's parents and the rest of his extended family were still leading a more traditional lifestlye and never approved of their son's.


And so, Temir searched for a new job for a while.
Being under the russian rule, his people were always seen as inferior to Russians applying for the same position.
His experience and qualifications were disregarded.
Most of the time, he was called names and sent away.
He was starting to become resentful and desperate.
Drinking one night in a tavern, he met a man called Konstantin Volkov who he drunkenly told his about his misfortune and lo and behold, the man was looking for a crew to man a ship he had bought only recently. Temir accepted the position and promised to prove that Volkov wouldn't regret his decision.
Together, they were entangled in many undertakings of questionable safety.
He's stayed with the cap through it all, from struggling to get by and picking up any job they could get on the Tsarina to later sailing through the Arctic on the Svyataya Anna, and they've become rather good friends.
This new exploration excites him, partly because it's an adventure if he's ever seen one, thrilling and with an uncertain outcome, but primarily because it's paid exceptionally well.
Thanks to that sweet reward he isn't bothered at all that the one paying them is a russian duke or that most of his crewmates will probably be Russians as well, even though tensions are rising between the central asian colonies and Russia.
He's willing to defend himself against anyone trying to mess with him and knows the captain will stand up for him as well.


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Height:
5’9 ft

Weight:
130 lbs

Name:
Fife Abara

Nickname(s):
Checkers

Age:
21

Nationality:
Scottish-African

Expedition Role:
Sailor

Skills:
Used to hard work,

Skillful at sewing,
Agile,

A very tactical thinker


Personality:

Fife is not much of a speaker, opting for laconic and blunt answers rather than full on sentences or complete explanations that people may be looking for, a trait more out of a stoic defence mechanism than malice, however this is not to be mistaken for dullness as Fife will make her voice clear if angry or passionate enough, often involving profanity that would catch unsuspecting people off guard.

Despite this aloof wall, Fife is a true companion to those she deems fit and is more talkative with friends. Those close to Fife get to experience the more snarky, witty and sharp sides to her personality. Regardless of all of this, Fife’s kindness knows no bounds, and while trust is hard to be gained from the woman, once it is earned, good luck shaking her off. Fife is a hard worker and loyal to a fault, but will act out if she believes what she is being told to do is wrong.


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Other:
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