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ages-of-arda:

There is a woeful lack of gifs of this man. So I made some. More may come.

tinyjerkface:

[aggressively draws lance at four in the morning]

Name: Spade Volkov

Age: 32

Occupation: factory worker

Country of Origin: Russia

Face Claim: Sam Riley

Triumphs: Spade’s best quality is being loyal to those who deserve it. He doesn’t have many friends, but the ones he does have he is die-hard loyal toward. He would do anything for them, include give his own life. This probably comes from a mixture of being in the service and having no one care for him as a child, so he loves the few people he has. He also has the ability to look at a weapon of any kind and tell you about how much its worth and what era its from without having to do background research, and hes pretty good with technology.

Downfalls: Spade is a bit of a lecher. He’s into both girls and guys, particularly those younger than he is. Late teens and early twenties are his favorites. His english skills aren’t perfect, though he tries, and his habits are bad. He’s a bit of a drinker and a smoker, working all day just to spend his money on alcohol and cigarettes. He’s not particularly good with people, either. He tries really hard, but he just says the wrong thing at the wrong time. Even back home in Russia he was like this, so it isn’t just his English skills. He’s also not too bright and can be fooled easily, because of this he doesn’t trust strangers. 

Dreams: Spade’s biggest goal is to stay alive. He’s used to living every day wondering how he will get his next meal thanks to his childhood, or wondering what tomorrow will bring thanks to his time in the service, so he’s not used to having stability. He also makes quite a few enemies that are out for his life, so as long as he is alive, its a blessing. In his short term goals, he would also like to make enough money to keep himself sustained with spare for alcohol and tobacco, but he’s more focused on having enough to live.

Fears: Spade is afraid of death. The concept of death terrifies him, although he will lie and never admit to it. He has been afraid of death since he was a child and was threatened by his mother on a day to day basis. He’s scared of having to go back into the Russian military, or the military of any kind to be honest, because his experience was less than pleasant. He’s also scared of fire, thanks to the burns on his chest from a bomb explosion, and has a slight fear of other people because hes so used to being taunted. 

History: Spade was born into a large family on the outskirts of northern Russia. He was one of the youngest children and born without one eye. Superstition caused his mother to hate him and attempt to kill him, but he was saved by his father at the last moment. This was how he was given the name Spade, or the Russian word for it anyway, because his mother had attacked him with one. It was his father who gave him this nickname, because his mother refused to name him.

Spade grew up poor and mistreated by his family. He hated being there and joined the military as soon as he could, figuring that it would get him out of the house and into a solid life. Unfortunately for him, the other soldiers treated him terribly because of his missing eye and poor background. He was from a part of Russia that the others deemed “for the poor” and didn’t want him around. He was discharged when he was caught in a bomb explosion, leaving the front half of his body burned. His chest is the only area that never recovered, still scourged with burn marks.

He was paid for his recovery and used this money to travel to America, figuring he would have a better life there than in Russia. In America, they wouldn’t judge him for what part of Russia he came from. He ended up in New York and had no money to travel any farther than that, so he settled down in a crummy apartment and lived life like he had lived in back home- drinking and smoking. He got work in a factory in New York that paid him enough to live with a little extra, and has no intention of leaving his job or home now. His life is good enough as is.

He spends his free time in Club Galleria because the people there seem to accept him. It’s a place where he can smoke, drink, and hook up without much extra energy expended, making the place ideal for him. He spends almost all of his freetime there, when hes not working long hours at the factory.

RP Example: 

Flipping through a magazine on knives, the weapons specialist reached out his hand when the bartender walked behind him to round the bar and squeezed his ass. This got him a squeak and a nasty comment, which did nothing but make Spade smirk. He didn’t even look up from what he was doing, knowing exactly how the bartender looked at this moment. He did it every day, and yet the young man hadn’t stopped him, only giving him a few stern words. He figured that was a go-ahead to continue what he was doing, and soon enough he’d have the other male back home and in his bed for the night. That was a day he was looking forward to.

But for now, Spade was stuck with his magazine, having nothing better to do. He had already flipped through it twice that day. Someone at work knew about his love of weaponry and had given it to him- he would never have the extra money to afford a magazine like this himself, let alone actually order something from it- and he had been enjoying it since. He was a little bored with it by now, though, and with a yawn he curled it up and slipped it into his back pocket.

Spade pulled out his packet of cigarettes and sighed to himself when he saw he was on his last one. He lit it up anyway and blew the smoke toward the bartender, who had brought him another drink since he had returned behind the counter, which caused the young brunet to walk to the other side of the bar and take care of the customers there. This just made Spade chuckle. He liked to mess with the bartender, and he was a favorite of the owner from his long years of patronage, so he wouldn’t get himself kicked out. He might get a stern word or two if the bartender complained, but he couldn’t see it going passed that.

He tossed back his drink in a few gulps before setting the empty glass back on the counter and fishing out a few bucks for the drink. He set it on the counter before standing and leaving the club. It was going to get dark soon, which meant the club would start to get crowded and noisy. He wasn’t in the mood for that tonight, so he left while the club was still relatively quiet.

Spade tossed what was left of his cigarette onto the ground and stamped on it to put it out before heading back to his quiet apartment. He didn’t live far from the club, which was what originally dragged him in to get a drink. He passed by a few good looking girls as he left and winked at them, momentarily blinding himself in the process. The girls giggled and walked off, and realizing for the first time that he was already drunk and the sun hadn’t even gone all the way down, he headed back to his shitty apartment and clambored up the stairs. It was going to be another long night.

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