Post by Grzegor Kulhan on May 11, 2008 16:51:19 GMT -5
Name: Grzegor Kulhan
Age: 22
Race: Caucasian
Ethnicity: Bohemian
Nationality: Polish
Economic Class: Poor
Gender Identity: male,
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Political Belief: Christian Anarchist
Religious Belief: Christian
Organization: None (as of now)
Occupation: Writer
Skills:
Biblical Knowledge
Skilled writer
Decent Cook
Weaknesses:
Stutters when speaking,
afraid of the dark (to combat this he carries flashlights and such with him),
Mood swings
Weapon: an antique revolver he was given as a child, he carries it with him wherever he goes
Appearance: Grzegor stands roughly 6'2 and has short brown hair. He sports the beginnings of a beard and mustache. He often wears pants and mono colored shirts, many times with a bland brown jacket to top it off
Personality:Grzegor is a relatively nice person, he treats others with respect and courtesy.He's also outgoing and happy
Story: Grzegor was born in a wasteland known as Bohemia, his parents were fugitives for their religious beliefs and had been on the run for most of their lives. Life for Grzegor was easy by no means, considering his location in life food was scarce and water was even harder to come by, each day was torment for Grzegor as his parents and he were constantly moving trying to escape the grasp of their robotic pursuers. The only means of stability for young Grzegor was the nightly Bible readings Grzegor's father gave. This seemingly mystical book gave Grzegor hope that one day everything would be ok.
The pattern of running and reading continued for ten years until one night everything changed. The Creditors had finally found Grzegor's family and were now going to put them to work. Grzegor's father had saw the creditors arrvine over the horizon. Knowing this to be the end for him and his wife, he entrusted his bible to his son saying how "this will free you from the horror that is our world", Grzegors father then produced a strange object from the inside of his coat, it was heavy and had designs etched into what appeared to be the handle, Grzegor's father placed it in his hands along with a small container of metal shells. "Here" he whispered "They don't make them like this anymore, I got this from my father, he got it from his father. It supposedly belonged to some old Kulhan who fought for his family long ago. Right now i'm giving these things to you. I want you to run away from here as far a you can, don't look back. Try to survive, i'll find a way back to you my son I promise"
After his Father's speech Grzegor ran as far as his legs would take him, he traveled for 5 days until he came upon a small village. He arrived at the town square and promtly passed out. When he awoke he was laying on a cot in a small house with an older man standing over him. "Ah you're awake" spoke the old man, "The name's Ivan Tolstoy, it appears you ran into our quaint village and passed out, we don't get many visitors over here now, did you know that?" Grzegor simply stared at the old man for awhile, after a bit Grzegor began to scan for his Bible. "Looking for this?" spoke Ivan hold the book in his hand. "You do know it's highly illegal for you to posses this book...correct?" Grzegor shrunk back against his cot and became frightened. Ivan noticing Grzegors actions simply chuckled. "Don't worry boy, I don't intend to turn you into anyone or even plan to hurt you" Ivan bent down and looked Grzegor in the eyes "I plan to educate you my boy, I plan to teach you much more about this book than you ever that imaginable" A puzzled look overcame Grzegor's face "What do you mean sir?" Ivan chuckled again " What's you name boy?" "Grzegor Kulhan sir" "How old are you?" Grzegor realized he didn't have the answer to this question, he had been on the move for his entire life and had no idea how long it's been "I don't quite know sir" he spoke sheepishly. "Hmm...well you seem as if you're just entering into becoming a man yes? How does 15 sound Grzegor?" Grzegor thought over the mans words and smiled "!5 sounds terrific" "Well then 15 it is" Ivan smiled back.
Over the next 5 years Ivan taught Grzegor about the bible and Christian knowledge, eventually Grzegor was able to repeat verses from memory and finally, the entire book itself. Since Grzegor's birth had never been recorded he technically never existed finding a labor card for Grzegor proved easy, Ivan gave him one he had "found" when he was younger, according to card his name was "Alexander Fishbourne" and he worked at a bait shop. When Grzegor turned 20 Ivan took him to the city. Grzegor had never seen so many people or lights. The city emitted so much noise that Grzegor wondered why everyone hadn't gone deaf by know. Ivan took Grzegor to a building called an "apartment" and there he met 2 other men. Ivan chatted with them for awhile and introduced them to Grzegor, these two men where fellow Christians and Grzegor would be living with them from now on. Grzegor became confused, why was he leaving the village and Ivan? Ivan said he had finally learned all he could teach him and that he needed to start off on his own. Grzegor acknowledged this fact with tears in his eyes. He grabbed Ivan in his arms and squeezed. From then on Grzegor was independent
Grzegor's roomates were part of some group of people who called themselves "Anarchists" their goal was to overthrow the current "oppressive" "government" and "install" a new one with Christian values. They produced a weekly newspaper called "The Dead Bury Their Own" it had sermons in it, and spoke about gatherings and other Christian related ideas. The prospect of this newspaper interested Grzegor greatly. He'd often spend hours at a time reading the paper, he never had a chance to read old issues though as it was necessary that they be burnt after reading least they fall into the wrong hands. Eventually Grzegor tried his hand at writing a sermon and it was meant with great success. Over time Grzegor began writing more and more for the newspaper until his sermons appeared every week.
Grzegor often travels around and looks for inspiration for his sermons, he has a knack for getting into meetings or conventions another person of his status would not.
(Is this ok? Did I go overboard?)
Age: 22
Race: Caucasian
Ethnicity: Bohemian
Nationality: Polish
Economic Class: Poor
Gender Identity: male,
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Political Belief: Christian Anarchist
Religious Belief: Christian
Organization: None (as of now)
Occupation: Writer
Skills:
Biblical Knowledge
Skilled writer
Decent Cook
Weaknesses:
Stutters when speaking,
afraid of the dark (to combat this he carries flashlights and such with him),
Mood swings
Weapon: an antique revolver he was given as a child, he carries it with him wherever he goes
Appearance: Grzegor stands roughly 6'2 and has short brown hair. He sports the beginnings of a beard and mustache. He often wears pants and mono colored shirts, many times with a bland brown jacket to top it off
Personality:Grzegor is a relatively nice person, he treats others with respect and courtesy.He's also outgoing and happy
Story: Grzegor was born in a wasteland known as Bohemia, his parents were fugitives for their religious beliefs and had been on the run for most of their lives. Life for Grzegor was easy by no means, considering his location in life food was scarce and water was even harder to come by, each day was torment for Grzegor as his parents and he were constantly moving trying to escape the grasp of their robotic pursuers. The only means of stability for young Grzegor was the nightly Bible readings Grzegor's father gave. This seemingly mystical book gave Grzegor hope that one day everything would be ok.
The pattern of running and reading continued for ten years until one night everything changed. The Creditors had finally found Grzegor's family and were now going to put them to work. Grzegor's father had saw the creditors arrvine over the horizon. Knowing this to be the end for him and his wife, he entrusted his bible to his son saying how "this will free you from the horror that is our world", Grzegors father then produced a strange object from the inside of his coat, it was heavy and had designs etched into what appeared to be the handle, Grzegor's father placed it in his hands along with a small container of metal shells. "Here" he whispered "They don't make them like this anymore, I got this from my father, he got it from his father. It supposedly belonged to some old Kulhan who fought for his family long ago. Right now i'm giving these things to you. I want you to run away from here as far a you can, don't look back. Try to survive, i'll find a way back to you my son I promise"
After his Father's speech Grzegor ran as far as his legs would take him, he traveled for 5 days until he came upon a small village. He arrived at the town square and promtly passed out. When he awoke he was laying on a cot in a small house with an older man standing over him. "Ah you're awake" spoke the old man, "The name's Ivan Tolstoy, it appears you ran into our quaint village and passed out, we don't get many visitors over here now, did you know that?" Grzegor simply stared at the old man for awhile, after a bit Grzegor began to scan for his Bible. "Looking for this?" spoke Ivan hold the book in his hand. "You do know it's highly illegal for you to posses this book...correct?" Grzegor shrunk back against his cot and became frightened. Ivan noticing Grzegors actions simply chuckled. "Don't worry boy, I don't intend to turn you into anyone or even plan to hurt you" Ivan bent down and looked Grzegor in the eyes "I plan to educate you my boy, I plan to teach you much more about this book than you ever that imaginable" A puzzled look overcame Grzegor's face "What do you mean sir?" Ivan chuckled again " What's you name boy?" "Grzegor Kulhan sir" "How old are you?" Grzegor realized he didn't have the answer to this question, he had been on the move for his entire life and had no idea how long it's been "I don't quite know sir" he spoke sheepishly. "Hmm...well you seem as if you're just entering into becoming a man yes? How does 15 sound Grzegor?" Grzegor thought over the mans words and smiled "!5 sounds terrific" "Well then 15 it is" Ivan smiled back.
Over the next 5 years Ivan taught Grzegor about the bible and Christian knowledge, eventually Grzegor was able to repeat verses from memory and finally, the entire book itself. Since Grzegor's birth had never been recorded he technically never existed finding a labor card for Grzegor proved easy, Ivan gave him one he had "found" when he was younger, according to card his name was "Alexander Fishbourne" and he worked at a bait shop. When Grzegor turned 20 Ivan took him to the city. Grzegor had never seen so many people or lights. The city emitted so much noise that Grzegor wondered why everyone hadn't gone deaf by know. Ivan took Grzegor to a building called an "apartment" and there he met 2 other men. Ivan chatted with them for awhile and introduced them to Grzegor, these two men where fellow Christians and Grzegor would be living with them from now on. Grzegor became confused, why was he leaving the village and Ivan? Ivan said he had finally learned all he could teach him and that he needed to start off on his own. Grzegor acknowledged this fact with tears in his eyes. He grabbed Ivan in his arms and squeezed. From then on Grzegor was independent
Grzegor's roomates were part of some group of people who called themselves "Anarchists" their goal was to overthrow the current "oppressive" "government" and "install" a new one with Christian values. They produced a weekly newspaper called "The Dead Bury Their Own" it had sermons in it, and spoke about gatherings and other Christian related ideas. The prospect of this newspaper interested Grzegor greatly. He'd often spend hours at a time reading the paper, he never had a chance to read old issues though as it was necessary that they be burnt after reading least they fall into the wrong hands. Eventually Grzegor tried his hand at writing a sermon and it was meant with great success. Over time Grzegor began writing more and more for the newspaper until his sermons appeared every week.
Grzegor often travels around and looks for inspiration for his sermons, he has a knack for getting into meetings or conventions another person of his status would not.
(Is this ok? Did I go overboard?)
