Haru often helps injured players after a fight.Sergei deliberately allowed himself to be hit so that he could approach her for first aid.
As a result, Sergei did not expect that this little bundle of tenderness would become very worried about him.
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Gin for my GM’s birthday!!!
During this time we played out the backstory of the campaign, so I can tell you a little more about him.
As a rigger he is the driver in our team, and like any taxi driver he loves to chat. But most passengers don’t like it when he talks a lot, and he tries to keep an eye on it.
He has many implants and little Essence, so when he is nostalgic, he forgets where he is and what is happening around him, as if his mind is stuck in the past. My character doesn’t yet know exactly what kind of implants he has other than prosthetic arms and a datajack, but his aura is dim.
He DEFINITELY doesn't like Russian thieves in law. Catholic Church too.
He is a strongly religious Orthodox Christian, but as the saying goes, "god help those who help themselves".
Gin is well versed in old cars. Before becoming a runner, he worked in a shop and repaired luxury and collectible ones.
He has been running in the shadows for half a year and has completed 5 orders... But all the previous teams were not happy with him. "Don't give this psycho a gun!" I don't know what they're talking about, Gin is a cinnamon bun.
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New ref, Sonia got developement again. You could see that I did old ref in russian (just because that language is easier for me) but now, I tried to write in ukrainian. I know that there might be alot of mistakes but I tried!
Anyway, enjoy!
Also, asks for her are open 😳
Soon I'll be back with fist Marko art! Stay tuned!
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translation of song lines:
If only it weren't winter In cities and villages
We would never have known
These are fun days
oc - https://toyhou.se/24990285.haru
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This is Gennady Dragunov, for those who find it difficult to pronounce - just Gin.
One of my GM's NPCs in Shadowrun, a Russian rigger. He has some problems with his head, which is inhabited by a drone AI that has gone crazy. I'M IN LOVE
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I'm going to try and draw my Tekken hcs today, like mostly Kazuya, Jin, Jun, Lars, Lee, Alisa, Dragunov - my sillies :3.
AND a couple of oc x canon stuff cause wheeeee.
I have a bunch of hcs for some characters with piercings <3 mostly Jin, I think he'd have a lip piercing for his goth ass 😔
Or Kazuya with the 90's type earrings tee hee.
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The Doubt Sets In
Whumpuary 2024
January 25-26, 2024
Left To Die/Barely Conscious/"I'm Fine"
Ilyiana Dragunov (OC)/Elena Ardelean (OC)/Nova Angle (OC)
She awoke with a strangled cry, almost as if she were too afraid to actually let out the scream that plagued her. It was the second time since losing the TNA Knockouts Tag Team Championships two nights ago that the nightmare played through her mind. The nightmare would always be the same, Ilyiana was aware of that. It would always be the training she and her brother had suffered under the hands of Ilja's forgotten manager.
It would always be a staunch reminder of the hell she had suffered through.
Ilyiana gently pushed the blankets off of herself before she trudged into the small attached bathroom to get a sip of water. In the hotel bed, her loves cuddled together. They couldn't be any more different than the other. Elena was darkness wrapped in danger, violent in the ring. Ilyiana had never known anyone to match her rage, her torment, until she had met Elena. The wars they had gone through against each other had led to the beautiful symphony of violence they composed side-by-side.
Then there was her Nova.
Nova was a mystery that still baffled her. To look at the blonde, she was innocent and soft. But looks? Looks could be deceiving. Nova had been through so much at the hands of a cruel man. She hadn't let it break her. She had fueled that rage into her passion for the ring, into the need to prove herself to her family.
Ilyiana moved silently to the balcony door, sliding it open and exiting into the cool night air. Cold blue eyes gazed over the Las Vegas strip, soaking in the night life below. This town had brought her greatest loss to light, a failure to be prepared for someone as trivial as Rosmary and Jessica Havok. She wanted to scream, but could not find the sound. Instead, she felt hot tears stream down her cheeks. What would Elena want to stay with her for now? Why would Nova love her after such an embarrasment?
What would Ilja think of her weakness?
"Ilyiana?" came the soft voice. She hadn't heard the sliding door open, so she was startled by the sudden voice as she turned around. Nova held her hands up in a defensive manner, "It's just me. Are you okay?"
"I...I am fine," Ilyiana murmured, English hard in her mouth at the moment.
Nova moved to stand next to her partner, pale skin almost aglow in the moonlight, "Which part of Hard To Kill is giving you nightmares?"
"You are too smart for my good," Ilyiana muttered, wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hands, "I do not think of him. Only of the loss."
"You did so good out there, Ilyiana," Nova gave a warm smile, "I'm proud of you."
"Nyet," Ilyiana protested, "all I have done is let you and-"
Nova placed her hand over Ilyiana's on the railing, "You're too hard on yourself, Ily. You could never let us down."
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