My name is: [ Viktor Romanova. ]
Just call me: [ Viktor or Sir. If you call me anything other than those two, I will have your head. ]
I've been alive for: [ Seventeen years. ]
Last time I checked I was a: [ Male. Definitely male. ]
I'm attracted to: [ Heterosexual. ]
I'm apart of the: [ Royals, of course. Don't you know who I am? ]
I proudly serve the: [ Valencia Family ]
I was granted the rank of: [ Commandant ]
Most people think I'm: [ He is one of those people that is not happy unless the people around him are. He goes out of his way to please and comfort others before he worries about himself. He is completely honest, cruelly at times, and is honorable to the ninth degree. He is loyal, blindly at times, and serves the Valencia family without question. ]
I absolutely love:
[ ♬Loyalty
♬Strawberry Sundaes
♬Curry
♬Blades
♬Guns
♬Music
♬Royals ]
I can't stand:
[ ♋Claustrophobic Conditions
♋Disloyalty
♋Tofu
♋Loud Noises
♋Explosives
♋Arrogance
♋Rebels
♋Royals ]
My story is this: [ Viktor is what you would call a child prodigy, of sorts. No, not of sorts. To put it plainly, that is exactly what he was. At a young age, he had lost both of his parents and his eldest sibling, one of his brothers, to the violence of the world; a typical gang fight that his family happened to be caught in the middle of. Shortly after their deaths, his youngest brother, still a few years older than himself, committed suicide from depression. His sister, however, promised him that she would always be there to take care of him. And take care of him she did, until she, too, met her untimely demise. She had been ill for many years, but she had done everything that she could to not show it to him as she raised him. However, when she could no longer hide it, he insisted that she go to the hospital to find what was wrong with her. Fate obviously had it out for his family, considering that she had been diagnosed with heart cancer that had been killing her for years being left untreated. In the end, as fate would have it, she died in the hospital only a few months later. He was only eleven years old.
A year later, at the age of twelve, he was adopted into the Royal Family of Valencia after saving the life of the 'princess' of the family, Helena Maria Valencia. Before her death, his sister handed him the two weapons he still carries to this day, his handguns, in order to protect himself. He had never had to use it prior to that day, where, without hesitation, he shot the woman's attacker in the throat, rupturing his carotid artery. Seeing potential, and considering he had saved her life, Helena brought him back to her home where her family 'adopted him'. Although, adoption was a bit overrated. Shortly after being brought in, he decided he wanted to join their military force. Ordinarily, they would not have done so because of his age. But, with the potential he showed through a few training exercises, they permitted him. To this day, they have not regretted that decision, as Viktor, in just five years, went from being a nobody on the streets to the Commandant of the entire military force of the House of Valencia. He was only seventeen years old - a true child prodigy. ]
I specialize in:
[ Weapons:
✠Jericho-941
✠Desert Eagle
✠Sig Sauer P230 SL
✠Two Katanas, one without a guard, concealed within one sheath to appear as one sword, where the blade as runes etched into its surface
✠Chevalier Sword for Ceremonial purposes only
✠Wire Garrote
Skills:
✠Tracking
✠Leadership
✠Encouragement/Morale
✠Expert Swordsmanship
✠Expert Marksmanship
✠Master Assassin ]
Some other quirks about me: [ Viktor is a master of the silent kill, be it from a sniper's distance or from a garrote's distance. Outside of his killing habits and military position, he enjoys writing, painting, and playing the violin and piano. ]
My Puppeteer: [ Temporarily Schizophrenic ]
My mug shot:
