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30 years old. Born April 16, 2003, 10 years old during the last war. A stalker, traveling solo.
Grim outlook on life, gruff and jaded. He's seen enough of the world before and the world now to feel hopeless about humanity.
His previous home station was Chistye Prudy, before the Red Line was reformed. By the time the Solonicheskaya line became fully Stalinist, he had left it with his companions.
He travelled with a group of 4 other men, all older than him by some margin, each of whom he saw as a guiding light in his life. One by one these companions have died or disappeared, or their relationships with him have deteriorated, contributing to his jaded feelings towards the situation in the metro and towards the future.
He's never married or had any children, and thinks it would be stupid to form strong familial bonds or have kids in this kind of world.
Although his passport lists him as Nikita, and his friends called him Nikusha, Nikitka, or even Senya, he now tends to introduce himself with a pseudonym Strider, which he assigned himself based on a book he read when he was younger.
Despite all his jaded behavior and gruff mannerisms, he's a terrible liar and can't keep up a front for long. Confronted by any resistance, he has a tendency to fold and then sulk about it. (i.e. if pressured about his name, he will quickly admit his real name, then be moody about it.) As a result of being the youngest of his previous group, he's easy to tease and doesn't stand up for himself very well under any sort of pressure.
He's a good shot, and the type to "measure twice, cut once" or think before he acts. He won't run in guns blazing to save anyone, but will formulate a plan and put it carefully into action. His personal armory includes a Kalash and a revolver.
Appearance-wise, he's average height, about 176cm/5'10". Not very muscular or particularly strong looking, but can handle himself well enough in close combat situations. Malnourished, but this is the metro, so everyone is. Pale skin, brown eyes, black hair that he keeps cropped short. He wears a brown leather jacket over a black tanker uniform jumpsuit with jackboots and a tanker helmet. All of his clothes are salvaged/passed down and repaired many times over with scraps of fabric, duct tape, whatever he had handy at the time.
Since he carries his life on his back rather than maintaining a residence at a home station, Nikita has to travel light. His equipment, besides his guns, includes a bedroll and sleeping bag, a pan and some basic cooking equipment, a canteen, a change of underclothes, a compass, and lots of filters. Besides that he has plenty of baggage, including thoughts such as "what happened to my family" and "how could I have lost so many people close to me" and "I'm going to die alone on this bitch of an earth."
He had a stern look to him, despite his round and youthful face, that made him seem older than he really was. A few pale, thin scars scratched across his gaunt cheeks like an afterthought, though they didn’t stand out much on his pale skin, not in this lighting. His eyes were brown and weary, weighed down by dark eyebags. A dark mole dotted the bridge of his nose on the left side, a centimeter from his bushy dark eyebrow. Beneath his tanker helmet, tufts of unruly black hair stuck out, pressed mostly flat by the weight of the hat. He wore a black jumpsuit, buttoned or zipped up to his collarbone, and over that, black jackboots and a brown leather jacket with a fuzzy collar. All of his clothes looked to have been patched many times over. He was shorter than expected, or perhaps it was the weight of his gear that made him look small.
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