Guns for Hire Minions

Descriptions of the minions of Armas Laine in the quest Guns for Hire, particularly those under the semi-direct control of the player base.

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Nameless Minion

Most Worthless Minion run by Your Name Goes Here Fool

Appearance: Generic and underdeveloped Date of Birth: {{{Date of Birth}}} Soul: Soulless bastard Background: Russian Black Operations Army Strengths: Shooting people, punching things, drinking prodigious quantities of vodka Weaknesses: Being a fragile, squishy mundane in a nasty, supernatural world Languages: Russian, English, Turkish Work History: Armas v. Blackbeard: Raiding Party ($0) Mafia v. Nazis I: Clean Sweep ($1500) Triads v. Yakuza: Golden Guard ($1250) Mafia v. Nazis II: Electric Snafu ($5263.16 + $3000 bonus) Equipment: AN-94 Secondary weapon(s) or item(s) Russian military gear Formal wear Elegantly tailored and rifle-concealing jacket Cash from jobs Activities: Six hours a day drinking One hour practicing melee Four hours trying to get into the pants of other minions, particularly when drunk Keeping an eye out for any incredibly stupid things to do and jumping on them Description: Insert absurdly detailed personality and history description here

Minion Profiles

Put your individualized minion's profile here. Be sure to keep it updated regularly, as it may be referenced at any time to determine their status. Now arranged alphabetically by first name.

Gloom

Stealthy Bastard Mk. II run by Alratan

Appearance: 6'6", whipcord thing, pale skin and completely hairless. Favours wearing dark digital camouflage gear. Almost never seen without a hat of some kind when not fighting. Date of Birth: {{{Date of Birth}}} Soul: Fractured and chaotic Background: Russian Black Operations Army Strengths: Stealth, impersonation, using subsonic firearms, outdoorsmanship Weaknesses: Distinctive appearance, inability to let go of a grudge Languages: Russian, English, Turkish Work History: Armas v. Blackbeard: Raiding Party ($0) Mafia v. Nazis I: Clean Sweep ($1500) Triads v. Yakuza: Golden Guard ($1250) Mafia v. Nazis II: Electric Snafu ($5263.16 + $3000 bonus) Equipment: 9A-91 subsonic carbine assault rifle with sound suppressor cheesewire garotte night vision goggles Russian military gear Formal wear Elegantly tailored and rifle-concealing jacket Cash from jobs Activities: TBD Description: By training, gloom is a scout and an infiltrator, deployed to assess the lay of the land ahead of his squad and provide battlefield intelligence. He has supplemented this with a keen eye for opportunistic interventions, knowing exactly when and where a sentry must be eliminated to avoid notice and allow the mission to proceed unmolested, or how to raise a series of false alarms to reduce a security details readiness. Outside of combat, Gloom is both a dedicated outdoorsman and keen student of the city. Climbing, hiking, canoeing are all pastimes he has turned his hand to in the country, whilst in urban areas he enjoys disappearing into the crowds and people watching. One of his odder habits, and favourite comic turns for his squad, is to adopt the mannerisms of passing strangers, and mimic them precisely as they go by. Before Gloom gained his name and attitude, he was an up-beat young man, who, despite the minor disfigurement of being hairless, managed to be a reasonably cheerful child and popular student. National Service soon put an end to that, where his unusual improvement lead to relentless and intense bullying from his fellow conscripts, inspired and directed by the NCOs. These were not pleasant years for Gloom, and he was lucky to survive some incidents, despite learning to bribe some of his superiors thanks to subsidy from his middle class parents. His inability to retaliate for his suffering twisted Gloom, and it was this dysfunction that caught the Russian Hidden Army's recruiters. Unfortunately for some of his erstwhile tormentors, these talent scouts knew their material well, and well offered the opportunity for vengeance in return for extended service, he took it. It was only later that he learned they never intended to let him go.

Igor

Patient Armorer run by Arkeus

Appearance: 6'2”, Dark Hair, not only a big man but a large one, he seems singularly solid. Date of Birth: {{{Date of Birth}}} Soul: Soulless bastard Background: Russian Black Operations Army Strengths: Using heavy guns, taking hits, a tinkerer especially when it comes to Armors, drinking prodigious quantities of vodka Weaknesses: Being a squishy mundane, inept when it comes to common modern electronic use. Languages: Russian, English, Turkish Work History: Armas v. Blackbeard: Raiding Party ($0) Triads v. Yakuza: Golden Guard ($1250) Mafia v. Nazis II: Electric Snafu ($5263.16 + $3000 bonus) Equipment: AN-94 Secondary weapon(s) or item(s) Heirloom pocket watch Russian military gear Formal wear Elegantly tailored and rifle-concealing jacket Cash from jobs Activities: TBD Description: Igor is not slow per say, but he does prefer to take his time mulling things over. He is the kind of man that is not only capable of patience, but actually enjoys the passing flow of time. He obviously dislikes using rapid firearms, but somehow prefers the use of Heavy ones like RPGs to being a sniper. He not so secretly has a love for big booms, so his strategies tend to focus on herding the targets in a group for him to blow them up. He has a deep love and affinity for clocks, which comes from his late grandfather, a clockmaker who raised him. When his family fell on hard times, the only thing he could keep was a pocket watch he pilfered, and has been repairing ever since. Igor only touches his pocket-watches when sober, but has gotten into the habit of heavily tinkering on everything else he could get his hand on when he gets drunk- that is to say, almost every night if he can help it. Not a big talker, he nonetheless is liked on his team if only for his habit to cobble-up emergency repairs on his squad's equipment, especially armors. His talent with tinkering mechanical parts is matched by his utter inability to do anything when it comes to modern electronics. He is utterly inept with them and doesn't like microwaves, ovens, microwave ovens, toasters, TV, the internet-he's QUITE detached from modern media, and only reads magazines and journals-such as ones on Armor.

Lyubov Ivanna Khorobrova

The Vigilant Spear Carrier run by CaptainButthead a.k.a. BUTTZ

Appearance: 5'11", 150lbs, muscular build. Light skin, short brown hair. Date of Birth: {{{Date of Birth}}} Soul: Her soul feels vigilant, like a warning cry against the dark perpetually held at the ready, the one to refuse silence in the face of the unthinkable. Background: Russian Black Operations Army Strengths: Very Vigilant, Decidedly Determined, Sambo Specialist, Способный солдата, Guitar Gal Weaknesses: Cold Fish, Incapable Commander, Maladjusted Multitasker Languages: Russian, English, Turkish Work History: Armas v. Blackbeard: Raiding Party ($0) Mafia v. Nazis I: Clean Sweep ($1500) Mafia v. Nazis II: Electric Snafu ($5263.16 + $3000 bonus) Equipment: AN-94 Walther PPS pistol (fitted with green laser) H&K MP7 (fitted with green laser) 4 V40 mini-grenades 2 stun grenades 2 RGN offensive grenades M-53 gas mask Quadeye helmet Russian military gear Formal wear Elegantly tailored and rifle-concealing jacket Casual wear and workout outfits Acoustic guitar, guitar case, music books Netbook and camera $4,700 cash $8513.16 on her cash card Activities: Researching false identities Researching legal identities Description: Very Vigilant: Lyubov enjoys superb awareness, and thus is harder to ambush. Her vigilant attitude extends to proactively looking for opportunities and anticipating problems. This trait synergizes with Decidedly Determined so that even if taken by surprise Lyubov has a greater chance of warning allies about the danger. Decidedly Determined: Some people have more grit and verve than others. Lyubov's determination is such that she's hard to pull off a task once she sets her mind to it. Sambo Specialist: Lyubov is a qualified - though not accredited - Kandidat Master (rank 2) of combat sambo. While she can coach, her Cold Fish trait means she's bad at teaching people she doesn't already know, and her Maladjusted Multitasker trait means she can't teach classes, just individual pupils. Способный солдата (Sposobney Soldata, "Capable Soldier"): Lyubov was a good soldier, and has above-average marksmanship with small arms and grenades. Guitar Gal: Lyubov is a fair to decent classical and jazz guitar player. Before she enlisted, she briefly considered a career as a musician. Cold Fish: Lyubov's first impression is usually a bad one. She tends to leave people with the sense that she's aloof and cold. With repeated interactions with individuals this impression fades. Incapable Commander: Lyubov is downright horrible at leadership. While she is a good spear carrier, and sufficient by herself, she is bad at directing others effectively. This is due to her trouble with coordinating anything beyond personal actions. Maladjusted Multitasker: Lyubov's inability to coordinate beyond what's right in front of her extends beyond leadership and into some difficulty with general multitasking.

Nikifor Kaveldun

The Mad Gambler run by DoubleU and Captain-Lightning

Appearance: Nikifor is a stocky muscular figure, weighing in at 176 pounds and 5'8" in height. Fair skinned, with a wide squarish jaw. Usually adorned with a thick coat of stubble. Brown haired and green eyed, Nikifor is most notable for his piercingly observant gaze. Identifiable by the wide scar close to his jugular.[Handsome bastard here.] Date of Birth: {{{Date of Birth}}} Soul: Unseen Background: Russian Black Operations Army Strengths: Swordplay, urban infiltration, (still in progress). Weaknesses: Being a fragile, squishy mundane in a nasty, supernatural world. More to come. Languages: Russian, English, Turkish Work History: Armas v. Blackbeard: Raiding Party Triads v. Yakuza: Golden Guard Mafia v. Nazis II: Electric Snafu Equipment: AN-94 A 34" Scimitar acquired from an Arabian weapons vendor A 12" parrying dagger with wave-shaped edges and "sword-breaker" slots near the hilt A pair of 6-sided bone dice, with worn, barely visible pips 1 Vector SMG w/ 3 30-round mags 1 Micro Tavor w/ 3 mags 1 MSG90-A2 w/ 2 mags Russian military gear Formal wear Elegantly tailored and rifle-concealing jacket $9513.16 Activities: TBD Description: Er...still under construction!

Satai

The Cautious Tinkerer run by Ironybot

Appearance: 5'10", dark brown hair, average build leaning toward fast over strong, Siberian facial features and skin coloration. Date of Birth: {{{Date of Birth}}} Soul: Unseen Background: Russian Black Operations Army Strengths: Shooting people, drinking prodigious quantities of vodka, tinkering with electronic hardware, setting traps, building and flying RC vehicles Weaknesses: Being a fragile, squishy mundane in a nasty, supernatural world; lack of melee talent Languages: Russian, English, Turkish Work History: Armas v. Blackbeard: Raiding Party Triads v. Yakuza: Golden Guard Mafia v. Nazis II: Electric Snafu Equipment: AN-94 Detpack Several HE grenades and tripwire triggers Russian military gear Formal wear Elegantly tailored and rifle-concealing jacket $9,513.16 Activities: TBD Description: Satai is of the opinion that this whole fighting things that can end him with a wave of their hand sucks, and all the more so when they are trying to eat his face. In fact, he doesn't even like fighting things that can shoot at him normally. His idea of how to kill someone right is to use a car bomb. Mines? Great. Grenades also good, grenades+tripwire traps are even better. Those flying drones that shoot missiles that the Americans pilot around like video games to kill hapless enemies in countries they want to abuse while sitting back and drinking soda- where the hell can he get one? His military skills and hobbies strongly reflect these preferences; he puts significantly less emphasis on melee training in his personal regimen, and more on effectively designing, building, and setting traps both manufactured and improvised, and on tooling around with scratch-built electronics with a particular emphasis on RC toys.

Titus Yakimov

The Nice Guy run by Guile

Appearance: A short (5'9") bulldog of a man with thick brown hair, in the process of growing out a short moustache and full beard now that the squad is no longer part of any formalized military. Date of Birth: {{{Date of Birth}}} Soul: A bearded bogatyr, clad in damaged kalantar and kol'chuga, upper face covered by a misyurka Background: Russian Ground Forces, folded into Russian Black Operations Army after impressing the wrong people Strengths: Shooting people, punching things, drinking prodigious quantities of vodka, The Bodyguard, Sambo Specialist Weaknesses: Being mundane, Mind of a Sportsman Languages: Russian, English, Turkish Work History: Armas v. Blackbeard: Raiding Party ($0) Triads v. Yakuza: Golden Guard ($1250) Mafia v. Nazis II: Electric Snafu ($5263.16 + $3000 bonus) Equipment: AN-94 SR-1 M134 Minigun Armstar BodyGuard 9xi-hd01 (in progress) Secondary weapon(s) or item(s) Russian military gear (supplemented with QuadEye, gasmask, comm) Formal wear Elegantly tailored and rifle-concealing jacket WWII German Army Uniform Cash from jobs Activities: TBD Description: Mind of a Sportsman: Titus dislikes killing humans. On such missions, his conscience hinders his performance. The Bodyguard: Perhaps because of this mindset, Titus is exceptionally good at protecting a mission objective. He is also familiar enough with modern armors to make his own if given access to polymerized weaves or ceramic plating. Sambo Specialist: Titus is a qualified - though not accredited - Kandidat Master (rank 2) of combat sambo. He also has the proper mindset to teach or coach.

Vladimir Maksimovich Volkov

The Man Who Arranges The Bombs run by Gunpowder Symphony

Appearance: 6'5", 322lbs, light brown hair, perpetual five o'clock shadow, green eyes, heavyweight build Date of Birth: {{{Date of Birth}}} Soul: Volatile, uncomfortably warm and fully of energy Background: Russian Black Operations Army, factory worker Strengths: Natural Shotgun Surgeon (as Bob termed it), explosives, basic firearm maintenence, basic metallurgy and metalworking, massive alcohol tolerance (even for a Russian) Weaknesses: Poor in general military skill compared to the other Russians, except in use of shotguns and explosives. Terrible at controlling automatic fire, too used to massive shotgun recoil and thus overcompensates when trying to keep lighter weapons in line. Only accurate when firing one shot at a time or when using the AN-94's 2-round burst due to its recoil mechanics. Horrible driver, could probably crash a golf cart in an open field. Cannot cook. At all. Managed to set a stove on fire when boiling water at one point. Eats a lot of microwave meals and fast food as a result, if someone else isn't cooking. That and his huge appetite might explain why he's a bit on the heavy side. Known to sow terror and discord amongst all-you-can-eat buffet restaurants due to aforementioned gastronomic capacity. Languages: Russian, English, Turkish Work History: Armas v. Blackbeard: Raiding Party ($0) Mafia v. Nazis I: Clean Sweep ($1500) Mafia v. Nazis II: Electric Snafu ($5263.16 + $3000 bonus) Equipment: AN-94 KS-23 23mm shotgun with extended barrel Barrikada slug rounds (9) Shrapnel-25 shot rounds (9) Zvezda flashbang rounds (2) Cheremukha-7M CN gas rounds (2) Detonation tools and accessories 1.5lb PVV-5A plastic explosive charges (4) Russian military gear Formal wear Rugged, worn-out old jacket Gunsmithing tools Laptop with mouse and scanner/printer $500 worth of random busted gun parts for practicing with Current funds: $8163.15 Activities: TBD Description: Vlad is a big man who likes big bangs, whether they might come from the enormous shotgun he carries or a well-placed series of demolition charges. As long as it goes BOOM, he's happy with it. Despite his lack of general skill in comparison with the rest of his unit, he's enthusiastic about his work and always looking for an opportunity to blast something into smaller pieces than it originally consisted of. Though capable of limited discretion when on the job or otherwise called for, his manner tends to be much like his tools of the trade; energetic, unsubtle, and with a complete lack of volume control. Needless to say, he tends to give the impression that sobriety is a terrible condition that only happens to other people, even when he's not actually drunk. Additionally, he has a marked interest in becoming a gunsmith.

Zhenya Koslov

The Burned Gun run by The_Falcon

Appearance: 5'3", Black hair usually bound up in a bun or ponytail, dark brown irises. Date of Birth: {{{Date of Birth}}} Soul: Unseen Background: Russian Black Operations Army Strengths: Gun expert (pistols), standard alcohol tolerance, minor experience in a variety of martial arts Weaknesses: Bad liar, Arsonphobia(large), Can't cook Languages: Russian, English, Turkish Work History: Armas v. Blackbeard: Raiding Party Mafia v. Nazis I: Clean Sweep Mafia v. Nazis II: Electric Snafu Equipment: AN-94 1 TT-33 + 3 Extended Mags 1 Heckler & Koch HK4 1 Heckler & Koch P7 K3 1 Heckler & Koch USP 9 left handed 1 Heckler & Koch USP 9 right handed Russian military gear Formal wear Elegantly tailored and rifle-concealing jacket Violin (This is a very nice old violin. It has a printed name inside on a piece of paper "GIUSEPPE SCARAMPELLA""FECE IN FIRENZE ANNO 18 89") $9,763.16 - $600(violin) - $300(clothes) = $8,863.16 Activities: Shopping for Violin Shopping for Clothes Description: Zhenya is a short woman with a naturally calm, quiet demeanor. She enjoys reading and classical music and herself plays the violin quite well. A good problem solver and likes to think outside of the box when planning time comes. Dabbles in a wide variety of martial arts, though not reaching very far in any other than what she learned in the military. Is a pistol nut and would love to collect a representative of every pistol on the face of the earth. Can rattle of pistol specs without seeming to stop and think. Zhenya is terribly afraid of fire due to a childhood experience where her house burned down. She can handle herself acceptably with small ones (matches, candles) without showing much anxiety, but much bigger(campfires and up) and she will start to freak out. This, among other things stopped her from learning how to cook. She is also a terrible liar as she cannot do so without smiling or looking away.