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Gerasim Naumov

Dr. Gerasim Naumov

Biographical information
Tajikistan, Kulob 02. Dez. 2283 37 Установка 09, █ █ █, █ █ .█ █
Physical description
Human Male 187.96cm / 6'2'' Feet 95.3 Kg / 210.10 lbs Chestnut Brown Darkbrown Light, slightly redish
Political information
Soyuz Sotsialisticheskikh Mirov KGB Agent, Engineer
Out-of-character information
Warped 11.Jun.20




Appearance


Gerasim is a human with a mix of mongoloid, Arab and Russian features from his Tajik heritage. Darkbrown He is not particularly handsome with a massive brow ridge, thick eyebrows, and oval face with a pointed chin, yet these robust features certainly make him not unattractive either. His upper-lip has a compact, brushed mustache, and a 3-o'clock beard much less well-kept. His chestnut brown top-hair all the while is trimmed short, and the sides kept almost bald, giving him all an impression of authority, toughness.

This impression is all put on his head with Gerasim's small but bright, dark brown eyes and a slight smile. A smile that invites everyone to a glass at the local pub, which turns the impression again to a fatherly, comforting aura. His voice all the while sounds like the echo of pulling bass-strings, that travels through the body.

A slight, bulging tummy tells of too many pieces of Salo and other dishes, though he is certainly not lazy, as can be seen by his athletic limbs.

He often likes to wear his favorite shirt, a dark-blue shirt with red-yellow-purple squiggly lines running through it in crazy patterns like they were drawn randomly on by a kindergartner neatly kept in a pair of khaki pants. Often he keeps the collar open a bit too wide.

When he is at work he keeps on a dark-blue jumpsuit which he too likes to keep open down to the chest.

Personality


Gerasim is a carefree man, well-mannered, disciplined, and generally friendly towards others. The only exception to that is when others try to exert their authority onto him upon which he usually avoids them, even when he absolutely should stay under them. On the other hand, he absolutely despises it when others go against his authority, though he tries to keep that on the low-end. He is faithful and open to everyone that gives themselves up to him and tries to honor even his enemies, though, when he has to he will go against that principle.

He likes to keep an active lifestyle, always out to go on an adventure and quickly finding himself melancholic when he can't live life to its fullest or finding himself on repeat like a broken record. He is very accepting of other ways of life and doesn't look down on others for how they are, simply because he believes that there is no superiority found in claiming to be superior. Rather, he tries to keep himself in the best of shapes, always opting for the good, not the easier option in life.

On the low-end, he can be very seductive, towards both genders even, when the opportunity arises, always trying to slither his way into someone's pants. When he can avoid it not into someone's heart as he hates to break it.

Biography


Gerasim Naumov was born in the year 2283 to a, in this time, a common way of life in what was formerly Tajikistan. With the already almost non-existent national identity of the former Tajik's mostly eroded through migration and integration efforts by the Soyuz into what is the ideal citizen, Tajikistan has long only become a way of naming the region. The citizens created through this process are a mix of every ethnicity inside the Union, creating this ideal. Gerasim is one of these perfect citizens.

His parents were simple workers of a factory that produces aluminum, one of the main exports of the region. Together with three brothers, with two sisters and another brother well on their way later in his life, they lived inside Kulob, once the production center of politicians. Now, just another industry city, but who cares? Over two-hundred years, it had grown in size to accommodate millions of factory-workers, which directly export into the Heavenly Republic, making way for thousands of apartments that fill-up the once grass planes now.

But enough of that, that isn't important to Gerasim, not directly that is. As the usual child of man, Gerasim didn't quite receive the message from the world around him that he exists until four years afterward. Birthdays, holidays, and time spent with his family went by him like it didn't happen at all. His brother Zand, the first child and the only one with blond hair and blue eyes, which had taken his brother under his wing, often took him fishing to the nearby rivers outside the city. His other brothers, who were more interested in causing a ruckus in Kulob, often took Gerasim with them except when they went out for the night. Hanging out on the streets and playing football in the alleys, that's what they did or tried to with Gerasim in tow. His parents were always largely absent from then on and later in his life.

Once he reached the age of six, he joined the Young Pioneers like billions before him. In his first summer, he went on a bus to the mountains east to the shores of Karakul, to Camp Jaxkun. In freezing weather, he learned how to survive there, notable being that he often went missing under some of the mentors only to reappear in other groups, which he liked more. After the punishment, he still was permitted to stay in his chosen group, to the amazement of his peers. He would become quite popular after this, and two years after, he would be known as quite a troublemaker by some mentors, particularly those that were quite authoritarian in their handling.

On the other hand, many mentors and teachers in his school found him to be quite disciplined and well-mannered when he felt like he was in control or free to act as he pleases. When he came more of age, he often went with his brothers into the city, drinking with them despite his age to the approval of his brothers. That leads to an alcohol addiction later in life. He still joined Zand in fishing or hiking but much less.

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