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Crosko Villy Ruvik
Character information
  1. Alias
    TrackMan
  2. Mental
    Neutral
  3. Morale
    Chaotic
  4. Date of birth
    1998-09-08 (21 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Russia,Cherno
  6. Nationality
    Russian
  7. Ethnicity
    Russian
  8. Languages
    Russian,English
  9. Relationship
    no wife
  10. Family
    Father-Dilsht,Mom-Hiri
  11. Religion
    TrackSuit

Description

  1. Height
    195 cm
  2. Weight
    70 kg
  3. Build
    athletic
  4. Hair
    Short and Strait
  5. Eyes
    Brown
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Features
    Has a Tattoo of the holy tracksuit on his right arm and vodka on the other
  8. Equipment
    ALWAYS AND I MEAN ALWAYS WEARS A TRACKSUIT, a balaclava and has vodka on hand with running shoes
  9. Occupation
    Missionary
  10. Affiliation
    Track Heads
  11. Role
    To spread word of the holy tracksuit and vodka

Background

growing up in Mother Russia Crosko as a little kid loved to wear the tracksuit as matter of fact everyone in his school wore tracksuits because it was the school uniform it was like wearing a symbol of pride for them for their country as thay learned now crosko even being a kid always held wearing a tracksuit as a high honer and held it even in higher regard than god to disrespect the tracksuit meant death among his people Crosko was a very sociable person and worked through his problems with great efficiency and always got high grades one day in school the class gathered around timmy his best freind,jake the cheater,amy the goody two shoes,Bon the lazy everyone the teacher asked us what we wanted to be and explain why everyone told out loud to the class to what thay wanted to be Bon wanted to be a taste tester amy wanted to be a doctor jake wanted to be a whitehat hacker and my mate just wanted to be a comrade in soviet army as for me i went up there and said i wanted to be Missionary for a new religion he would be founding crosko said it would be called Track Head where tracksuits are holy items along with vodka and cavass everyone in class including the teacher got up shed a tear and claped and roared for him applauding everyone drank vodka that day for celebration after he was then allowed to skip most grades and when he graduated he got started on work on his religion made a church with alot of support from his fellow comrades gaining notoriety as a new found religion gained priest and bishops even popes for his belief one day crosko wanted to take a trek into into the wilderness as sort of a right of passage for him to truly value the tracksuit told his comrades he would be there for a couple mouths. he wrestle some bears eat snakes growed cavass crops and live as a true cyka blyat the way things were meant to be when crosko finnaly came back he went to his church to be welcomed back to his comrade with a big hooray and some vodka but instead he was greeted with nothing there was no one and crosko was very off put by this so set off to find out what happend he went of the church and saw these things that dident look right and seeing him thay immediately ran at crosko and crosko said "idi ty nahui!" and proceeded to one punch him into oblivion and then more started to come so he proceeded to obliterate them in one shot as well with his bare fist.He thought "Pizdac!" after he had killed all the zombies the city and he told himself the holy tracksuit and the write of passage to truly appreciate the tracksuit gave him the strength to survive that day after that he found out that his religion was no more since it was no the apocalypse with no idea where his comrades are he begins to set off in this world to bring new blood to his cause people will know of the tracksuit.

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