- Character Biography
- Click Here
Keinruf Sneshko "Snowball" Zvirskyy
| Age | 30 |
| Species | Pine Marten |
| Pronouns | He/Him |
| Size | Medium |
| Build | Tall, wiry |
| Rank | The Imperium's Downfall |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
An auspiciously poofy tail, piercing crystal green eyes, a delightfully fluffy and fiery orange bib upon a well-muscled chest. Pristine features, upright ears with light tan tips, a darkened cocky muzzle, chocolate-brown fur all over save for large, darker brown paws. Short headfur slicked back. Broad shoulders, wiry limbs. In short, the kind of beast you either want to punch or cuddle.PERSONALITY:
Arrogant and self-assured, yet somehow also courteous and respectful - or is it just a mockery of respect? Can one ever really respect the lesser beasts of the Imperium, who are without recourse from the punishment he is to bring in fateful eventuality? Certainly one can behave opposite to one's belief's, if the cause is just and serves the Mission.Keinruf is a marten of extremes. A shyness pervades his true motives and feelings, while an outgoing, almost flirtatious mask is worn to glide his way through others. With family, he is more relaxed and honest. With others, distant, aloof, and yearning for earnestness. Yet how can one form a connection with one's victims without becoming compromised? Perhaps once the Mission is over he can return home and find a jill or otherwise to settle with... One mustn't forget the Mission.
His love for his sisters is already dangerous enough... After all, they're the only others who know what it's like to be them, surely. They are the Chosen ones.
He dislikes the feel of clothing, armour especially. The only beasts who need armour are the ones who expect to get stabbed, anyway. His dislike for things extends to ownership as well, leading him to live a rather bohemian lifestyle. This goes paw in paw with his complete lack of education on the value of a gilder.
STRENGTHS:
- Conviction - Belief that he cannot fail his Mission pulls him forward through struggle.
- Roguishly handsome, and knows it, and uses it.
- The usual pine marten audacity. And semi-retractable claws!
WEAKNESSES:
- Conviction - Belief he cannot fail the Mission pulls him forward into bad situations.
- Really quite clueless about real life things, such as money and supply chains.
- Underestimates the Imperium's beasts constantly.
- Longs for actual emotional connection and physical affection and therefore hesitates to kill beasts he fancies.
- Peanut butter specifically.
BIOGRAPHY:
Firstborn child of parents who were banished from the Imperium before the revolution. Raised with a cult-like fanaticism to one day murder everybeast in the Imperium, and therefore named after one of the Imperium's notorious monsters. A name he bears with pride, yet never feels as though he can truly claim it as his own, until the Mission Is Complete.Growing up, his contact with those outside his family was limited. His father would take him on trips to town purely to observe and stalk potential targets, learning of their lives only for thee purpose of the best way to end them without being caught. As he first grew into his teenage years, the practical lessons began. Lessons like how not to throw up at the sight of blood. How to frame a body to look like an accident. How to keep them silent while they bleed out. How to disassociate from the act of taking a life.
These practical lessons were often far from where their family stayed, to not bring suspicion on their area. In his twenties, he was left to his own devices to vet his targets as citizens of the Imperium. He was not always thorough, wishing to return home sooner with proof of a kill rather than proof of a correct kill. His parents didn't care; as long as he learned, as long as he was the weapon they needed him to be, and as long as he wasn't caught or tailed home, he could do as he wished.
It all changed when his youngest sister came to him one fateful evening, confessing everything: she had married an Imperial noble, and was leaving for the Imperium in the morning, never to return. She was abandoning the Mission, their family, and everything they knew. They said their goodbyes to one another, and then with some conflict in his heart, he snitched to their parents. They sent him after her. There was a new Mission now: Bring her home. Failing that: Begin.
The Vulpine Imperium is a big place, he soon realized. The Mission would require more planning than he was trained for. He would have to keep training himself, study the enemy... By living among them.
Zvirskky might not even be his real name!
POSSESSIONS/REAL ESTATE:
- An Imperial Army Officer's dress coat nicked off a corpse
- Two dirks, also nicked off an Imperial Army Officer's corpse
- A simple bow, quiver, and a bundle of arrows (not pictured)
- Pants
- Roguishly dashing belts
SKILLS:
| Physical | Total Points in Category: 8 |
|---|---|
| Fighting Style: Short Blades [Proficient] (3) | His preferred method of shanking someone. |
| Sharpshooter: Bow [Proficient] (2) | For when he just can't get close enough to do it properly. |
| Silent Approach [Proficient] (2) | "I can't stab you without getting closer." (Something he would never say out loud, on account of the silent part.) |
| Improvised Killing Utensils [Trained] (1) | With a pencil. |
| Climbing [Untrained] (0) | He's a pine marten, how much training does one really need to do what comes naturally? |
| Mental | Total Points in Category: 3 |
|---|---|
| Important Anatomy [Proficient] (2) | Knowing which bits are lethal and which bits are just there to prolong pain is an important thing for an assassin to know. |
| Varangian Languages [Trained] (1) | Can fumble through conversations with almost anybeast who pronounces a W as a V. |
| Social | Total Points in Category: 1 |
|---|---|
| Final Courtesies [Trained] (1) | Voted most likely to buy his victims a cup of coffee prior to killing them or offer a last cigar three years running. As gentlebeasts do. |
Last edited:
