|Year of Birth:||YE 20|
|Voice Sample:||David Michael Bennet|
Slon is far too tall and barrel-chested to be such a nice fellow. He stands just over seven feet tall, weighs in at close to three hundred pounds, and he has arms as thick as legs and legs as thick as tree trunks. He has dark skin from years in the sun with wrinkles at the corners of his soft and bright blue eyes with smile lines at the corners of his lips. His hair is a sandy blonde mess that is bleached from spending most of his time outdoors even since he was a child and, while it is unkempt for its length, it is kept reasonably short around the ears and neck. He keeps his chin clean shaven except when long periods in the field don't allow that sort of luxury.
He has a number of tattoos across his body. 'DROP DEAD GORGEOUS' is tattooed across his fingers in a way that ends up splitting 'GORGEOUS' in half, a provocatively clothed Nepleslian woman in a pin-up pose is on his left bicep, his right arm is a whole sleeve of symbols and markings tied to his Kuznyetski heritage including a belt of ammo wrapped around his forearm, and he has 'HARD WORK BREAKS NO BONES' across his chest in bold text. One of the more recent additions is on his right shoulder, where the Scout-Sniper badge has been recreated in black ink.
His complexion is worn for his age by hard labor that shows itself in ways, like with his scarred knuckles and calloused hands. His attire is often simple and functional instead of chasing after the latest trends. He seems to prefer well-worn denim, sturdy work boots, and an absurd collection of flannel-patterned button-down shirts. He isn't one for jewelry or glamorous clothes, and the most expensive clothes he's ever owned were issued by the Marines.
Slon is a kind-hearted young man who joined the Marines because he wanted to help people. He thinks violence for its sake is pointless and to be avoided, and for all of his bulk and strength he'd avoid hurting a fly if he could. He joined the Marines because he wants to help others and thinks that he can help to make a difference in the world as part of something so much larger than just himself or the community he came from. Maybe that makes him an idealist, or maybe he's just a passionate optimist, but the fact of the matter is that these are things he has believed ever since he was a boy and he's taken them with him into his early adulthood. They've come to help shape who he is and how he views the world and treats others.
He has no sense of personal space and doesn't consider anybody to be a stranger, even to a fault. For some people this can be uncomfortable to have the fellow they just met wrapping them up in a hug but to him its all well and fine. In his innocence he can seem a touch 'simple': he doesn't go for plays on words, subtle implications, or veiled lewd jokes. He would prefer people speak directly and openly about what it is they want or are trying to say instead of using euphemism and allegory to make their point. Its not that he's oblivious: he understands at least some of it he just has no taste or patience for it. At times, it makes his sense of humor seem rather plain and sober by Nepleslian standards.
He's a hard worker who doesn't complain even if something visibly gets to him, and it takes a great measure of stress for him to express it to others. If he's asked to work out in the sweltering summer sun for twelve hours with barely any break, he won't complain not because he doesn't mind but because he was raised that complaining till he was blue in the face would only make things worse for him when he ran out of breath. He'll suffer through others who don't share his mindset with the dismissal that they came from a wholly different place and he can't rule in on how their family raised them. Even if that sounds a bit high-and-mighty of him when said aloud, but its not like he's going to actually tell anybody that.
The real weak point for Slon is women. The poor boy knows next to nothing about them. He's more comfortable around a rifle or a bathroom gin brewery than any woman he knows. He seems to speak with a romantic interest more about his rifle than any woman but at the same time those strange and foreign creatures can still manage to get him starry-eyed and lost if they fit his type. Not that even he'd really know what his 'type' is when asked.
Slon Kuznyetski was born in YE 20 aboard a freighter packed full of Kuznyetski who were seeking to start a new life on one of Nepleslia's many moon colonies. His parents were former merchant sailors who had sought out a more stable and familiar life among those they were most comfortable with when they had learned they were first pregnant with their child. Patriotism in Nepleslia and those sorts of ideals weren't exactly virtues taught in childhood when he was born and for the most part Slon would consider himself a Kuznyetski before he considered himself a Nepleslian. It was a close-knit community that relied upon everybody within it to stay together and functioning.
'Home' for the unusually large community was comprised of three apartment complexes. Two were bought out entirely by the community elders, while the third was owned by the community while still serving as an open place for other tenants. All three buildings were connected by a number of skywalks over time so that families could easily reach one another in safety. In times of hardship the buildings became a bastion of security for the locals that not even local crime-lords felt like messing with, and in times of peace and safety it was an open market of trade and culture. If only by the circumstances of how they were arranged, the community had to accept outside cultural influences playing an every-day part in many of their children's lives. It would turn into an interesting cultural melting pot over the years as the community developed.
Slon's mother and father put their skills from their time sailing to use in the community in order to support themselves. His mother practiced her medicine to treat the weak and the inform, while his father worked as a 'handyman' who could do everything from electrical work to carpentry around the complex. His days were spent either helping his father when the work called for tight spaces and more than one set of hands, to sitting beside his mother's desk and trying to pretend he could understand half of the medical readings she would be pouring.
If neither of them needed him around and he didn't have classes taught by the community elders then he'd rummage through the junk pile, or play handball and hide-and-seek with the other kids. Like any good Kuznyetski child he was immersed in a reverent gun culture and could slamfire a shotgun or fix a double-feed with his eyes closed by the time he was twelve. Then his parents and the other elders agreed that it was time for him to undergo his ceremony into adulthood.
At twelve years old he made Anatevka. 'She' had wooden furniture worked on at his dad's work-bench, chambered in 9.36x65mm, had a straight-pull bolt, and for a rifle meant for somebody his size at the time the barrel was absurdly long. A few years later when a local mafia had failed to convince and shake down some of the community's storefronts for their protection racket, they thought it would be a smart idea to assault the compound. During the attack he took his rifle up to help defend his community, and at four hundred meters without an optic on his rifle he managed to kill one of the thugs driving down the street.
In his mind this was just something that had needed done, but his parents continued to mention it and the elders always seemed to bring it up whenever one caught him by himself during a Nasvehk feast. His growing talent and apparently talented eye for marksmanship would one day see him sitting in the back of a truck as he and some other young men and women from the community drove to the nearest NSMC recruiter's office.
While in boot camp in Funky City his predisposition and past experiences in medicine were noted. After his basic infantryman's training was completed, he was sent to the Nepleslian Scout-Sniper School for training as a Marine Sniper. It would lead to long weeks full of sleep deprivation, book work, studying, and learning field-craft. He excelled at learning to operate the four most fundamental systems of a NSMC sniper: the 'Scout' Cannon, the DSR, the ITD, and those basic senses he had been given when he was first born. He ended up graduating in the top 4% of his cycle and when personnel reports indicated a lack of qualified personnel for the billet, he was given orders to report to the 309th AID.
Emilio has the following social connections
|Misha Kuznyetski||Father||Alive||50 years old|
|Sofiye Kuznyetski||Mother||Alive||51 years old|
Slon Kuznyetski has the following notable skills:
|1x||Target Designator||Gray / Metal||Fire support designator|
|1x||Spotter's Scope||Black / Matte Metal||Standard spotter's scope for light infantry operations|
|1x||Binoculars||Black / Matte Metal||Standard high-zoom binoculars for light infantry operations|
|1x||Ghillie Suit Kit||Gray / Fabric, Netting||Ghillie suit for light infantry operations|
|1x||Shawl||Olive / Netting||For PA LRRP operations|
|2x||Pullover Shirts||Green / Fabric||Rank patch on shoulders, name on breast|
|4x||T-Shirts||White / Fabric||N/A|
|4x||Underwear||White / Fabric||N/A|
|6x||Boot Socks||White / Fabric||N/A|
|2x||Cargo Pants||Khaki / Fabric||N/A|
|1x||NSMC Enlisted Beret||Green / Fabric||With unit flash patch|
|1x||NSMC Type 33 Cap||Green / Fabric||N/A|
|1x||NSMC Cold Weather Cap||Green / Fabric||N/A|
|1x||Service Gloves||Brown / Leather||N/A|
|1x||Service Boots||Brown / Leather||N/A|
|1x||Service Belt||Brown / Leather||With a Styrling Special holster|
|2x||Tank Tops||Green / Fabric||Unit designation on right breast|
|2x||Pajama Pants||Khaki / Fabric||N/A|
|2x||Short-sleeved Smocks||Green / Fabric||Unit designation on right breast|
|2x||Work-out Shorts||Black / Fabric||N/A|
|4x||Ankle Socks||Green / Fabric||N/A|
|1x||Swimming Trunks||Green||Unit designation on right leg|
|1x||NSMC Dress Uniform||N/A||N/A|
|N/A||Button-Down Shirts, Various||Various||N/A|
|N/A||Denim Jeans||N/A||Many pairs are well worn-in|
|N/A||Boot-Cut Socks||White / Fabric||N/A|
|1x||Workman Boots||Brown / Leather||Steel-toed, anti-slip|
|1x||Windbreaker Jacket||Black||Fur lining|
|1x||Bailey Cap||Black / Fabric||N/A|
|1x||Driving Gloves||Brown / Leather||N/A|
|1x||Wallet||Black / Leather||NSMC Insignia plate on front|
|1x||7.8x74mm Magnum Casing Necklace||Brass / Metal||A single empty shell-casing turned into a necklace|
|1x||Card Pack||N/A||A standard 52-card deck|
|1x||Identification Tags||Metal||Standard-issue NSMC “dog-tags”|
|1x||Canteen, 1 Quart||N/A||N/A|
|1x||AwesomeCorp DataJockey||Green||NSMC insignia plated on the back|
|100 DA||Weekly||Standard pay, NSMC E1|
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|6000 DA||6000 DA||–||0||Pre-RP funds|
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