Gregory "Grischa" Blok

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About Gregory "Grischa" Blok

Old man

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Playby
Andrey Smirnov
Age
55
Occupation/Rank
Explorer.

Character Information

Born in 1984, Gregory "Grischa" Blok is one of the oldest men from his home station of Arbatskaya, one of the four stations making up a small faction known as the Arbat Confederation, a small collection of stations to the west of Polis. For most of his time underground, Grischa has served as a guard for him home but by his late forties he was getting too old for that. Not wanting to spend his last decades rotting away at Arbatskaya Grischa volunteered to help scout out parts of the regular metro tunnels and the technical tunnels within them and made a decent living doing so but mostly he prefered the freedom to explore. At some point in the summer of 2031 he met a Stalker known as Mikhail "Misha" Turgenev and the two became friends and on certain occasions partners during Grischa's explorations in the metro tunnels.

It was also through Misha that Gregory became involved in some of the more shady and dangerous parts of the Metro and the surface respectively, going into stations and tunnels where bandits ruled and parts of the surface that few would ever dare go to unless absolutely desperate such as The Dead City.
Possible Plots

Anything involving my other character Misha.

Topics I Participated In

Clock's Ticking

Started by Maksym Vasylchenko · August 15, 2020

Maksym's father had not been happy to see him leave, but it was what it was. He had things he had to do, and Timur could more than handle the shop with him gone.
For now, Maksym had men's work to do. Four spare magazines of 7.62mm ammo for his Mayak, three for his Nine, and the long knife he'd found at a shop in Venice. Combined with the old mask, compliments to Vadim, he was almost ready to go.
All that was left was time.
Maksim lifted the watch in front of his face, slowly turning the dial to the proper time. 5:30 A.M. The sun would be rising by the time they reached the surface. All was well, all was right. Throwing his rifle over his shoulder and placing his pistol inside the holster on his chest, Maksym secured the seal on his gas mask, and took a deep breath. He'd brought three spare filters in his pack. Hopefully he wouldn't need more than that.
He gave himself about 10 hours before he'd run out of clean air. He'd have to get this done quickly. That shouldn't be too difficult. With preparations complete, the Ukranian left the watchman's shop he'd called home many times over, and waited for his new employers. The halls of Polis were still mostly quiet... for now.
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Overprotective 2

Started by Charlotte Daniels · July 27, 2020

Charlotte was being escorted back to where she was normally, out of the way and behind Ranger walls when they ran into Dagonet. Joe had a budding bruise on her forehead and eye from where the vulture had headbutted and punched her but she didn't seem to notice so much as her knuckles hurt worse.
She was looking at them for the tenth time when the major walked up.
"Sir," she said as she looked up to him and put her hands back down to her weapon.
Charlotte smiled up to him. "I've had a bit of an adventure today," she said up to him.
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Death is for the Weak

Started by Joseph Sousa · July 26, 2020

Joseph finally started to recognize some places. There were changes, a lot of changes but that didn't matter, he knew where to go. He had to know where to go. He wasn't going to let that place be the cause of his death. He had to see his daughter again, had to make sure she knew he didn't leave intentionally. It was important to him.
Even as he stumbled, he was hungry and thirsty. It had been a day since he had anything to eat or drink but now wasn't the time to dwell on that. He pushed himself back up and forward.
Just another mile.
Just another step.
He could do this.
The filter he had was old and probably not even functioning anymore but he was as stubborn as his daughter.
By the time he reached the station entrance he could barely stand. The guards were up in arms. "Who the hell are you?" they shouted as he collapsed.
"Sousa," he said before he blacked out.
The guards scrambled. "Isn't Sousa a woman?" some of them said. "That's what I thought."
"Just get him inside and cuff him to the bed. We'll figure it out if he survives."
They dragged Joseph into the entrance and decontaminated him before taking him to medical and tying him to the bed before a doctor checked them out. Once he was stable they went and found Joe and told her a guy had asked for her which confused the hell out of her but she went anyways. She figured it was probably the dumb ass vulture hoping she'd not let him get kicked out of Polis or some shit. When she entered the curtained off place she actually stopped dead in her tracks, her hands dropping to her sides as she blinked to be sure it was real.
Voldya was behind her. If he tried to go around her she would stop him. "Just give me a second."
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Lessons for a cannibal.

Started by Yekaterina "Katya" Antipina · July 25, 2020

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Park Kultury was considered something of a second capital for Hansa. The art work that made the station famous before the war had survived, still as clean as the day the bombs dropped, despite the communistic depictions in such a capitalistic station the residents had come to love the artwork and treated it almost with reverence to a past long gone, and almost forgotten to many within the station. The station of Park Kultury, unlike the true capital of Hansa; Komsomolskaya which lay far to the northeast, on the other side of the ring, was a heavily militarized place. Guards armed not with the usual assault rifles instead carried their larger brother, the RPK, and were covered from head to toe in riot gear. It almost reminded Katya of the Redline, just minus the communism. Well, except the murals, which offered a strange sense of familiarity, but also anxiety.
There were not many civilians in Park Kultury, it's transfer to the Redline station of the same name had made Hansa nervous, even before their war over D6, and ever since then it's been one giant military base that allowed in Stalkers and the occasional caravan. Katya almost didn't make it in, if it wasn't for her refugee status....and Misha.
They had been gone for almost a day, and by now she could hardly focus on the book that she had bought from the stations sparse library, her hands kept shaking, and her mind was filled with all manner of horrors. She had told them about that tunnel in the direction of the abandoned Park Pobedy, while Grischa mocked her for saying it might lead to Emerald City, Misha had convinced the old man it might still have something worthy of looting. Even if it was hidden, unmarked on any map, only existing in rumors, and....hundreds of meters from the nearest station, from safety. Filled with Lenin only knows what.
She forced down as much of her anxiety as she could but not matter how much she tried to ignore the feelings they kept returning, as did all of the images her mind forced into her head of what could have possibly happened to those two on a trip that should have been maybe ten hours at most! Not only where they here employers they were also the closest thing she had to friends since she ran from the Redline years ago. Grischa may have been an asshole, even a bully most days, but he was almost fatherly when something came along to make him act as such. And then there was Misha...
"Opening up!" One of the guards shouted, and the airlock gate leading to some of the southern side tunnels let out the same mechanical screeching that she had grown accustomed to in the two weeks she had lived her with Misha.
Why don't they oil it, maintain it or whatever they need to do? She wondered.
"Hey, Andreyvich--Get the doctor!" One of the guards shouted, and she knew. She didn't know how she knew but she knew. It felt like someone had hit her stomach, she couldn't breath but she still threw the book down on her bed, ran out of the tent that had become her home and ran off in the direction of the barricades near the tunnels.
The guards came in, with what looked like a stretcher.
Oh no-no-no-no! Her thoughts screamed and she rushed forward, bumping into a guard who had been watching them pull in what looked like...a woman? She looked around, eyes darting for any signs of her family. Her ears picked them up first, all of the anxiety left in an instant as she looked towards the source of that old bastards voice.
"Well, Mikhail Ivanovich we did it." Grischa said as he entered and turned to look at Misha.
"Mikhail Ivanovich?" Misha asked, not hearing his friend using his given name and patronymic name in years. "Something tells me I'm in for a lecture." He said.
"Oh you are....later though." Grischa said.
"MISHA!" Katya shouted rushing over.
"Wait, Katya-don't!" Misha yelled back but couldn't stop the overly affection girl from grabbing both of the men in a bear hug.
"Oh...God!" Katya gagged. "What....in Lenin's name is all over you two?!" She coughed out.
"Sewage" Grischa said bluntly as Katya looked in dismay at her shirt and pants, now covered in it.
"Wha...sewage?" She asked. "What happened?" She continued. "Where's you're shirt, Grischa?" She asked now looking the shit covered shirtless old man over.
"....Let's get changed." Misha said. "Then we'll tell you.
Meanwhile, Katya had been put onto a stretcher back in the tunnel. An shoddy home made one. They had cut the crap covered shirt of the old man off of her and then taken her into the station, it's blindingly bring lights and towards the field hospital.
(OCC: Russian names are weird, but I tried to make it realistic with the inclusion if Misha's father name/middle name.)
Chance Encounters

Started by Sofka Vladimirov · July 11, 2020

Sofka crept quietly through the tunnels, always listening. She moved with the familiarity born of running them on the days the Great Worm was silent for the majority of her life, and she could navigate them in the dark. It wasn't her preferred method, but her ears and nose were just as good as her eyes when it came to guiding herself. Sofka usually worked these days, but she'd asked permission to return to the tunnel where she'd last seen Dima. She knew her in her gut he wouldn't be there, but she could always look again.
It wasn't until she reached the place where they'd strung up that one man so many months ago that Sofka stopped. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a lighter and flipped it open, sparking it. Her eyes squinted against the sudden flicker of light as the sound of a cough carried through the tunnel. Her eyes widened and she put the lighter out, withdrawing against the wall as the sound of someone else's footsteps echoed. She waited.