My Viktor Vektor Headcanons: Part 1
He visits his local dollhouses and books 15 minute appointments with every joytoy, not to enjoy their services, but to give them quick check ups, make sure they’re not being abused etc. Most of them can’t afford to take time off, let alone to book an appointment with a decent ripper, so this is his charity work.
His favorite soda is Spunky Monkey, they even sponsored him back in his boxing heyday.
He doesn’t know how to swim
His maternal grandfather is Sebastian Kalemba, don’t @ me, I suck at math
He didn’t lose his championship fight, he took a dive for a fuck ton of eddies, enough to get through medschool without having to enter indentured servitude to TT in exchange.
He is mildly dyslexic, which is why he has trouble consistently spelling his name. It does not affect the quality of his services.
After medschool, before working at the clinic where he met Ronny, he wanted to roam the desert for a gap year or 2 with a mobile clinic/rv, except ran into some trouble with a Raffen Shiff clan. Kidnapped and enslaved as the clan doctor for almost a year. Fell in love with one of their enslaved women, unknowingly helped her commit a coup as she helped him escape. The first nomad girl he loved, she is the woman tattooed on the back of his arm, 'Always got your 6', alludes to how she helped him escape.
He’s a widower, his tattoo of the ring girl is his late wife Veronica, Ronny, died on a merc job. She was a nomad too, which explains his weak spot for Nomad V.
He met Jackie while on a date with Ronny, at the Coyote Cojo. Little Jackie came storming into the bar straight to his mom, crying, covered in bruises with a bleeding nose. Mamá Welles tried to cover it up but Vik recognized some signs of abuse. Taught Jackie how to raise his fists in defense, started training him since then. Mamá Welles didn’t want Vik to directly interfere, because he’s ‘ganic and Raul wasn’t, didn’t help that Raul was quite a bit bigger than Vik too. Vik couldn’t always be there if Raul decided to hit them, so arming Jackie was the next best thing.
He also doesn’t know how to drive small vehicles. Big wheelers, RVs, motorcycles sure, but fuck cars.
One of few people left who knows how to ride a bicycle
Vik has mild optic nerve damage from his fighting career, which is why he’s always wearing sunglasses, everything is always just a tad too bright.
Vik is a bit of a weeb, collects maneki-nekos, occasionally humming 'Pon Pon Shit' to himself when sorting his tools.
Vik played bass in a 7th wave punk band during high-school and the early days of medschool, but had to give it up because practice times and gigs were messing up his study schedule, and he wanted to become a doctor more than a rockstar.
He got the scar on his chin from his first fistfight ever, at 14, defending a younger kid in his neighborhood from wannabe gangers.
When he went to Trauma Team Medical University, he hated being on ambulance duty, having had to occasionally shoot people. It’s part of why he prefers fists over firearms.
Growing up, Jackie made the sugar skulls that are strewn across his clinic as gifts to him
His favorite food is sushi, then Chinese food, and he only drinks on special occasions
On his last day at TT he stole a hazmat suit (hangs in one of his lockers in the clinic), meds, and several tools, lit a fire on his way out. Never got caught. Burn corpo shit, amirite?
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