soldier of the working man

  From the Saints Row Wiki: "Oleg is a former KGB agent. Standing around 8 feet tall and extremely muscular, he is not only physically strong but also very intelligent. He was held captive for several years by The Syndicate, who sought to make use of his immense strength and knowledge." - RP and askblog for the Saint who needs no introduction. Will write for the SR3 era and after, and retcon as alive for SR4. ROLEPLAY GUIDELINES: Read before you play!

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She assesses any possible weaknesses that could be exploited, fully aware that while the brutes lacked the same intellectual fortitude of her friend, he was right about the size thing. She charges at Oleg, sliding beneath him before he has a chance to catch her and climbing up his back, slipping an arm around his neck as if she were about to snap it then raising an eyebrow she asks.

“So something like that? I mean I guess if I have to I can stab them in the ear or shoot them but I mean, a neck snap would work, right?”

[stkirrlov]

Oleg slams his foot down to steady himself.

Ngh! He grunts. "If you can. But remember..." his arms come out - "I've got a strong neck."

On the other hand, he thinks, she's got strong arms.

[lesfleursdelart]

Vasily Surikov

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"Okay big man, how do I kill the brutes and just the brutes?"

[stkirrlov]

It had been a while... after all...

Maybe he would show her.

So he comes into the light of the ring and hangs his jacket on the ropes.

"First..." he rolls up one sleeve - "they're going to charge you." Then the other. "They want you off your feet, but remember." He raises his hand and beckons her to come in. "You are smaller. And more agile."

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"Training. Looks like this is the only place here in Steelport that I can do it since the gym at the penthouse is kind of a joke and I need to keep my strength up, you know?" She returns the bottle to its place and resumes her assault on the punching bag. "I mean, I guess I could fix it up but... it just doesn't feel like home."

With a shrug she throws another punch then asks, assuming the answer will be no. "I don't suppose you'd be up to spar, it might help me figure out the best way to take out these clones of yours without possibly hurting other people. I mean, don't get me wrong, a well placed satchel charge is effective but I'd like to avoid the collateral damage if I can."

[stkirrlov]

Oleg looks around... rubs his head...

"Well..." he hesitates - "it's been a long time." His eyebrows raise and his forehead creases as he realizes just how long. "I could block you for a while, though..." he examines his nails - "if it's brutes you're after, I could just as easily tell you."

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"Well then maybe they'll learn not to sneak up on people who can kill them without a second thought." She replies, pulling back and picking up a bottle of water that she set on a broken down bench press. As she takes a swig she glances over at the former counter-intelligence agent and asks. "What brings you out here anyway? Something up or just wanting to say hi?"

[stkirrlov]

"In looking for Morningstar intelligence I found some files on the Luchadores." Oleg's hand lowers. "I thought I might leave them with Angel. Put them to better use."

He steps out of the shadow and looks around. Still dismal. Between this and the warehouse the Saints leave something wanting in housekeeping.

"What about you?"

[hellray]

Eugene Onegin and Vladimir Lensky’s duel by Ilya Repin, 1899

[stkirrlov]

"Ms. Kensington, I don't mean to intrude, but I did ask for those Morningstar munitions manifests two weeks ago..."

kinziekensington:

"Oh woops, it totally slipped my mind! I finished getting those right after you asked, but I sort of got sidetracked by- some other important things." She quickly brought out a folder full of papers, "It’s not as organized as it could be I kind of just put them in there, they’re in order for the most part you’ll find a little of this and that in places, but it should all be in there."

He thumbed through the folder as he started to pace off. Manifests from April next to June next to October...

Well... all right then.

He pulled his mouth aside and clicked his back teeth in concern. "This certainly is... a lot to sort through."

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Sparring (Open)

Scrolling through the newly made playlist on her phone, Alex picks out a song and presses play, putting the accompanying earbuds in each ear. She closes her eyes and centres herself as the guitar turns to a more heavy electronic bass then opening her eyes she strikes, slamming her fist into the punching bag before her. She jabs again as if it were a shot to an opponent’s ribs then follows through with the next punch before spinning into a roundhouse. She didn’t hear the footsteps from the entrance to Angel’s gym but as the person got closer she managed to notice their shadow move against the lights. Without any sense of who it might be she turns, swinging her fist towards them.

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And her hand hits the meat of a palm the width of her own twice over.

"Be more careful, friend," a familiar voice advises her, and up close and personal she can feel the shadow's size. "You might hit something that can't fight back."

[askcavalier]

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[stkirrlov]

ø✮✎✍

ø Eyes: It’s hard to tell sometimes in cutscenes whether he’s blind in one eye or not, but both of his eyes work fine. Well, even, for his age. And they’re as brown as you can get.

✮ Sleeping habits: Oleg sleeps like a rock, and until he’s had his rest, you can’t move him or wake him at all. Good thing he’s conditioned himself to get up early.

✎ Taste in music/literature: Despite his politics, Oleg’s drawn to a lot of “white Russian” work. He likes the 19th Century’s poeticism, and he thinks the works of the time were trying to speak out about the decadence of the ruling class.

✍ Writing style: Oleg has a nice thin cursive, something he’s cultivated since he was young:

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✿, ⌨, ✪, ☁

✿ Laugh: Oleg tends to snicker at people, but he has a big, deep belly laugh just waiting for the right joke.

⌨ Time-wasting habits: Give him the right journal or a long enough book and he won't even notice what time of day it is. It's also how he keeps accidentally staying up too late.

✪ Food/eating habits: It goes without saying that Oleg eats for three, but he's never interested in going out for Freckle Bitch's. He doesn't get the appeal.

☁ Ideal holiday: Two weeks in Europe or the tropics... but not going home to Moscow. He worries that if he sees it again it'll be too hard to leave.

[miyku]

[wvnderlst]

Vologda, Russia | Evgeniy Gerasimov

[besovschina]

Omnibus edition of F.M. Dostoevsky, volume IX, part 2, Saint Petersburg, 1895.

[stkirrlov]

☄

Furia's been a good friend in my introduction to America. She has some habits to which I'm not accustomed, but our cultures are different. I'd expect nothing else.

I still tell her little about my life. But who knows. She seems like someone I could come to trust.

[stkirrlov]

Confess! You're really just three guys in a big suit, aren't you? *squinty suspicious eyes*

[He looks at the palms of his hands - then the backs - and gives a soulful shrug.]

[magictransistor]

Anton Lavinskii / Alexander Rodchenko

Sergei Eisenstein . The Battleship Potemkin | Броненосец Потёмкин . 1925 

[The National Library of Russia, St. Petersburg]