Vladovich, anton nikolay

Account Name: anton

Character Full Name: Anton Nikolay Vladovich

Nickname(s): Ant, Nikolay, Vlad

Race: White

Birth date: 09/23/18

Gender: Male

Birthplace: Alexandrovsk-Sakhalinsky, Russia

Height: 6'1

Build: Skinny, light muscle definition

Marital status: Single

Specialization: Trained soldier

Occupation(s): Defected soldier, German side. Now unemployed.






Hair: Jet black, grown out military cut

Eyes: Blue

Other: Bears many war scars. Several military tattoos, all hidden under clothing.









Anton is very brash and forward, never one to shy away. He's not afraid to tell you to back off or let you know exactly what he thinks. His appearance is off-setting at times, as he's usually unkempt and dirty. Despite his rough exterior, he's still managed to maintain a heart, though the horrors of the war have scarred it. He often spends time helping at the Bohannons' food kitchen. Anton knows how it feels to go hungry and to feel fear for his family. His Russian accent is thick and he didn't have much of an education, details which drive many people away from Anton. He does keep some friends in town, but he is happy being alone and on his own.






Anton's hometown in Russia was his home. To him, there isn't a day that goes by in which he doesn't miss it. When he was just a boy, he was taken from his home and enrolled in the Russian military- an honor to his family and country. As war was waged and lives were lost, Anton slowly realized the so-called honor was hardly worth it. For years his heart ached to go back home to his family; his mother, Thedya, and his baby sister, Lidija mourned his absence day and night.

After many years serving, a quiet rumor began itching it's way through the ears of the soldiers, something dark and blood-chilling. Anton refuted the fervid whispers and continued to fight for a cause he'd deemed lost long before. It wasn't until his unit raided a small village on the outskirts of Germany, one rumored to be housing refugees, that Anton began to believe. It was nearly midnight, a late patrol was being led to find any absconders. As guards were being changed a lone shot rang out through the quiet streets. A scream erupted, then abruptly cut off. Anton and his dear friend, Emilian, were closest to the shot and the first to the scene. What was endured that night would not be forgotten by a single soul present. The shot had come from a guard, and from the looks of it, to no avail . Anton rushed around a building to find his reporting officer on the ground, underneath his obvious attacker. The officer did not move. Emilian, brave as he was, attempted to pry the assailant from the officer, only to be taken down as well. Anton put three bullets into the crazed man, with naught but an angry roar in response.

Emilian and the officer were dead. The man with three bullets in his back was not. Anton called to retreat, though none listened. Before long, more soldiers were motionless, and some civilians. Anton could not bring himself to move, nor speak, nor help. He stared, terrified, watching a monster fell his friends and brothers of war. The attacker, apparently satiated, made a run for the surrounding woods. Several soldiers ran after, still screaming revenge. Just as the feeling returned to his legs and he could move, he saw the first dead officer twitch. With a sigh of relief he rushed to his side, hoping he could save the man in time. However, Anton soon realized there was nothing left of a man.

It should've been dead. He cursed himself all the way into the woods. It shouldn't had moved, or breathed, or smiled. The horrors he'd witnessed were worse than anything he'd ever seen, nothing comparable to the now-less-terrifying front lines. He knew now there was something much bigger than war on their hands, and there was no chance he'd stand around and fight for a lost cause as a much more terrifying war was going on in that tiny nowhere village. He knew then he would never go back to fight. He traveled day and night, as far as he could get. He burned his uniform, avoided any other soldiers that might recognize him, and he found a suburban city on the other side of the country to lie low in. There, Anton would wait and prepare. He kept his ears sharp, investigating any information about the monsters he'd witnessed. And one day, he'd make his way back to his family.