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NAME

Nikolai Davidov

HEIGHT

6'2"

WEIGHT

187 lbs.

DATE OF BIRTH

November 13, 1977

HAILING FROM

Staraia Ladogia, Russia

THEME MUSIC

Metallica - One

APPEARANCE

Dark brown hair, but everything except the roots dyed blonde. Tall, slender and muscular. Holds himself proudly. Almost always wears a pendant of a blue & green dragon around a yellow and black ying yang around his neck.

ASSOCIATES

None

HISTORY

Background:
Nikolai Vladimirovich Davidov was born in 1977. He was raised in Staraia Ladoga, Russia, to his two parents; his mother Machko Davidov and father Vladimir Davidov. He is an only child, and is seeking retribution.

His mother disappeared on August 22, 1988. His birthday is November 13, and he talks with a strong Russian accent. He has dark brown hair, but everything except the roots is dyed blonde. He is very mobile, and would rather do something very dangerous than not help at all.

He is a kind soul, often soft spoken, but, if he gets aggravated, he will snap and he can cause some major damage. So in that way, he is unpredictable, but he's really nice once you get to know him...if you get to know him...

When he was 21, he graduated from the local university, with a degree in Computer Sciences and Technology. Then, while going to North America to visit his closest friend Viktor Morozov, he met Laura Wilson, and they helped each other. She helped him learn holds and moves, while he helped her get out of a slump. After a quick return home, he then came back to North America to wrestle.

Gimmick/Personality:
He is a kind soul and introverted. He has a small circle of close friends, and that's it. He is intelligent, and by some is called "The Talking Encyclopedia". He almost always a strategy up his sleeve. When someone pisses him off, he either attacks, or waits, then attacks. But if you don't piss him off, he'll be solemn towards you, and even ignore you, if you don't interest him.

Accomplishments:
- An undefeated streak in SCW
- SCW Intercontinental Champion until belt was retired by the owner

FINISHER
Malice	Scoop Fisherman Brainbuster
SIGNATURE MOVES
Vortex	Sweet Chin Music
Fujiwara Armbar	Fujiwara Armbar
One	Shooting Star Press Barely ever used
BASIC MOVES
Belly to Belly Suplex
Surfboard Stretch
Double Arm DDT
Bow And Arrow Lock
Recliner
STYLE	ALIGNMENT
Technician	Face

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY

A Dark and treacherous night, which leads to many of accidents. Cars crashed, smashed, and eventually towed away off of the scene. That is not the case, on one street, very close to you or I. But let's begin at the beginning, shall we? The slick, rain pours down on a side road, with no street lamps, no houses, no signs of life. The only light in the vicinity is the dimly lit headlights, from a car who's battery is dying. The 2000 Toyota Carolla is slightly beat up, a few noticable dents in the side, a few paint scratches on it's glossy red finish. Though none of that is noticable in the conditions of the night. The Carolla's beight red finish looks almost a dull maroon in the gaping hole that is the night. As the rain pelts down, the windshield wipers dully go from side to side, actually not doing much good, as the windshield is still blotched with rainspots, as fast as the wipers can clear them.
The night is still Treacherous.
It is not a night to be up and about. Though the red Toyota keeps steadily as possible, making progress, in tearing up the road. The rain keeps coming down, but the driver shows no emotion. The car splashes through the ongrowing puddles on the ashfault road, spraying the sides of the road with a fine mist. The speed on the odometer keeps rising. 50...55....60...but the driver shows no emotion. Why have the back roads been taken? That's a mystery. The driver however has not muttered a word sence they had left. As the ominious thunder rumbles in the background, the driver shows no emotion.
The night is still Treacherous.
The main roads are deserted, windows boarded up, some scrap pieces of newspaper blowing in the ever increasing wind. It seems to be as freaky as a ghost town, no movement anywhere. The only lights are the lights of the streets. A lone radio voice, in the town begins blaring out a message, but is soon joined by more of the same radio voice. "We are sorry to interrupt your normal programming, as a freak, out of season Tropical Storm is going to be blowing through the area tonight. Lock up your houses, stay safe, and try to avoid this soon-to-be Hurricane. Thank you"
The Night is still Treacherous.
The world seems to be empty, and full with worry. There is a muted silence everywhere, which seems to be unable to cure. As the rain pelts down, the Toyota gets up to the speed of 90. The windshield wipers are totally ineffective, as the massive sheet like rain comes down, making it almost impossible to see. Still, the driver shows no emotion. The passengers don't seem to mind either. All of them in the car, four friends. One of them noticable, the Russian Nikolai Davidov. The three passengers have a feeling that something is wrong with the driver. They had that thought ever sence they went out. Abnormally silent he was being. However, when the third unknown passenger tried to get the driver to let him drive, the driver just spazzed at him. And that was the last time they saw emotion on his face. He went blank, and still is. The torrential downpour is like beatings of war drums on the roof. Steady, silencing, without a care in the world.
The Night is still Treacherous.
The odometer goes over 100, and the first sign of life on the road is seen. A blaring light, right on top of an intersection. The light turns from it's bright green, to it's pale yellow. The driver shows no emotion. It was at about this time, 500 meters away from the intersection, that the passengers begin to get worried. When they realize that he's not going to stop, quickly the three take off their seatbelts, open the doors, and jump, leaving them scattered on the ground. The driver shows no emotion. At this time, the passengers begin to wonder if the driver is on drugs. The light turns red, and the car speeds on into the night. That is, until it is stopped by the car on the green.
The Night has begun to get worse.
The smashing of metal, the scrape, and the sparks. The sparks have egnited. Flame burst out into the night, ading fresh, natural light. The fire is a small one, and already begins to burn out. The three people laying on the road, all omit a groan, and pull themselves up. They all survay the scene in front of them, each with their own expressions. Both Nikolai and the unknown passenger shuffle their way up to where Laura is groggily pulling herself up. Each is covered with a few major scratches and lacerations. But that's to be expected, jumping out of a speeding car.

"Well, there goes our drive," Nikolai says, while going and wiping some blood off of his cheek. He speaks in a strong Russian accent, and he barely seems phazed. "We're stuck here."

"I mean, that was acsolutely crazy!" the third guy exclames, wiping some gravel off of his shirt as he gets up. He then goes and puts a hand on his head, touches the side of it, and griminces. "What was up with Mark? It's one thing to slow down so people can jump out, but not slowing down? That's just wierd!" He too, also shows barely any shock from hurtling out of a car.

The third one however, shows major signs of emotional distress. He begins to shake, unraveling. Blood runs down his face from a cut on the top of his head. Just staring at the scene makes his eyes flicker. He falls to his knees as the blue lights of police cars come flying up to the scene. Nikolai looks back, and sees the fallen man. He then turns around, and crouches down next to him. The unknown man sees a bright light, right before he blacks out.

"What's up with him...Holy crap...He's blacked out." Nikolai says, while turning him over

"Really?" The third guy questions, while turning around.

At the time that Nikolai and the other guy try to pick up the blacked out man, the flashing blue lights of the screeching police cars come rushing up. The pair finally manage to pick the guy up, and begin to slowly walk towards the scene of the accident. The fire of the car is out, and smouldering black smoke fills the area with a nasty and putrid smell. Police are mingling everywhere, talking over walkie talkies and taping the area off with caution tape. The two crushed cars are still in the center, and the pressed metal all around just adds to the area.

"Hey! What are you people doing here?!" a police man begins to yell as he sees the three trudge onto the accident site. "This here is an accident zone!"

"Well duh!" Nikolai says rolling his eyes. "You know, we are the people who jumped out of the car. We're not that clueless."

".....You two jumped out of the car before it slammed into the other veichle?"

"We three you mean," The other man exclames, while pointing to the third member. "Though I don't think he took it that well."

"Oh boy," the police man says while he sighs. "The ambulance is coming very soon. Was he the driver?"

"Um, no. Mark, the driver was kind of still in the car when it slammed into the other car. I wonder if he survived." Nikolai says while beginning to walk towards the smouldering wrekage of the one red Toyota Carolla.

The third guy and the officer follow slowly. They get to the car, and gaze in the window of the Carolla.

"Da hell?" The passenger says, peering closely into the window, his eyes opening wide. "This...this just can't be!"

"Calm down Kian!" Nikolai says, while himself peering into the car window. "There must be a totally logical explination for all of this."

"Oh my god..." the officer exclames. "I see. What happened? Where is Mark?

Inside the drivers seat, there is nobody...

"I wisk to God we knew. We're not even sure if it IS Mark!"

"You're not even sure of what?" The officer sighs. "Listen, the ambulance is coming. Just wait for it okay?"

"Whatever" they both chorus together, while walking away.

After leaving, without Mark in tow, Kian and Nikolai go and begin walking, the recent speech going through Nikolai's head.

"I see. What happened? Where is Mark?"

"I wish to God we knew. We're not even sure if it IS Mark!"

"You're not even sure of what?"

The European Nikolai Davidov reached for an ortament on the hood of the totaled car and snapped it off. He keeps having flashbacks of things he doesn't want to. A screeching ambulance comes racing towards the scene, and stops short of Kian and Nikolai. A paramedic rushes out of the back.

"You two," the paramedic yells to Kian and Nikolai. "Where are the people of this accident?"

"We are!" Kian yells back, in a deafining tone.

"You're the people?"

"Yeah," Nikolai says, while looking over his shoulder. "Him too. I don't think he took it that well though."

"You know you two, you're going to have to go to the hosptial. Make sure that everything is okay in your system. You're up and moving, that's a good thing."

Later on in the night, Nikolai is sitting in the middle of a waiting room, when Kian comes out. He smiles at Nikolai, and Nikolai returns the smile. Kian takes a seat, and Nik goes into the office. He is then directed to the X-Ray machine, where he has some X-Rays done on his legs, arms, and chest. Later still, he is sitting in the Doctor, Jamie Washburn's office.

"You appear to be a mass of contridictions," Dr. Washburn says. "There's a subsurface violence, almost always in control, but very much alive. There is also a pensiveness that seems painful for you, yet you rarely give vent to the anger that pain must prevoke."

"I know that, and you're provoking it now," says Nikolai, apparently getting annoyed.

"And we'll continue to do so, as long as there's progress being made."

"I wasn't aware that progress was being made. What progress do you mean?"

"Mr. Davidov, I don't think it's the kind of progress you're thinking of. As you being a first time patient here..."

"I told you! I am completely fine!"

"....We are finding out what's most comfortable for you, what you deal with the best. It's a little frightening."

"In what way?"

"Let me give you an example" The doctor puts his clipboard down and gets out of the chair. He walks to a primitive cuboard against the wall, and takes out a large automatic handgun. Nikolai tenses in his chair, Washburn was aware of the reaction. "I've never used this, not sure I'd know how to, but I do live on the waterfront." He smiled, then suddenly without warning threw it to Nikolai. The weapon was caught in midair, the catch clean, swift and confident. "Break it down; I believe that's the phrase."

"What?"

"Break it down. Now."

Nikolai looks at the doctor, and then he looks at the gun. And then, in silence, his hands and fingers move expertly over the weapon. In less than thirty seconds, it was completely dismantled.

"And?" Nikolai said, gathering the pieces, and putting them in one pile.

"See, that's exactly what I'm talking about. You have an unreal talent for taking apart machinery. Firearms, electronics, and anything in between."

"Yeah...so where are you getting to?" he asked suspiciously.

"Nothing. I'm getting at nothing, I'm just pointing it out!"

"WHAT?! I thought I had a problem with me, and you mean it's nothing?!"

"Nikolai, calm down. You seem to be in a little bit of emotional distress. I mean, after the accident, and after the stress. I mean, you hurtled from the car! Do you know what that could of done to your body?!"

"Do you think?!"

Nikolai glances down at his hands, and sees that they're shaking a tad. He closes his eyes, and tries to block out the image from a long time ago....

"Is there anybody I can call? You seem really agitated..." the Doctor says, while glancing down at Nikolai's hands.

"Yeah? And what the hell do you mean by that?" he says, looking up and glaring at the doctor.

"You're hands. They're shaking. It seems to be emotionally related. Parents, friends, aunts, uncles or cousins of any sort?"

"Unless you want to pay a long distance call to Staria Ladoga, then I doubt it. Or if you want to find a friend Viktor, another long distance call. Take your pick..."

"Nobody we can call? Do you know of anything particular that may be bothering you?"

Nikolai glares at the doctor, and jumps out of his seat, knocking it over. His eyes are set a fire, and he goes and punches a wall. It makes a huge thud and a portrat falls off the wall, shattering into tiny shards.

"I'm not here for a fucking psychiatric lookover! I didn't even want to be in this hellhole at the beginning! I told you I am fine, and there is nothing wrong with me!"

"........We just may want to be sure of that....."

"SHUT UP!" Nikolai yells, still facing the wall.

"Um...."

"I don't need your stupid opinions. Whatever, I'm out of here."

Nikolai shakes his head, a silent tear coming from one eye, and silently storms out of the office and into the waiting room. He then quickly grabs his coat from the chair he was sitting at, shrugs it on and silently walks out. He then goes and walks up a deserted avenue, hanging his head. When he finally looks up, he sees nobody but himself, in the middle of a bare field. He sees the sparkling lights of the town over in the west, but turns away from it. All he wants is some solitude. He finds a place on the ground, and sits himself down. He glances up at the sky, and watches the stars moving. In that time, small tears begin forming around his eyes. He looks back at the ground, shuts his eyes and the tears overflow. He sits there, being silent when Kian quietly steps up behind him.

"Why are you here Nik? I knew I'd find you here, I just don't know why." Kian says, his eyes looking down at Nikolai.

"...."

"Aw, c'mon Nik. You can tell me."

"...." Nikolai still stares at the ground, the trails of his tears beginning to dry.

"Earth to Nikolai! Hellllloooooo?!"

".....I'm a killer."

"Um...perhaps I didn't hear you right," Kian says while twisting a finger in his ear. "I thought I just heard you say that you're a killer. No way," he goes and twists another finger in the other ear. "Out of anything in the world, a killer you are not!"

"But I am Kian."

"....No you're not."

"You don't know the whole story Kian. That's why you wouldn't suspect I'm a killer. But I really am. This goes back a long time ago," Nikolai says, finally looking up at Kian.

Kian's face goes blank, and then gets serious. "Listen to me. I know I'm friends with you, and that could blind me, I know it. But I also know something about myself. I'm no wide-eyed flower child; I've seen a share of this world, and I look very hard and very closely at those who are friends. Perhaps to confirm what I like to think are my values - and they are values. Mine, nobody else's." He stops for a moment, and sits down. "I've watched a friend being tortured - by himself, and by others - and he won't cry out. You may have silent screams, but you won't let them be anybody else's burden but your own. Instead, you sit there, letting it keep inside you. And that, my friend, is not the mind of a cold blooded killer, any more than what you've done. I don't know about the whole killing thing, However, that brings me back to those values I spoke of. I know myself. I couldn't be convinced that you are a killer. I know the man you usually are. You just confirmed it again. No kill!
er would actually admit to doing something."

"You know Kian...you're right," Nikolai says, standing up. He brushes the grass off of his pants, and looks into the wind. "I am not a killer. It was purely accidental. I have to learn that. I cannot dwell on the past. But you know Kian," he says, suddenly, as he turns to him. "I think that was the most intelligent thing you have said in all the time I know you."

Kian begins laughing, as Nikolai breaks out in a small smile himself.

"Dude; you've cheered me up. I can't thank you enough. I may be the serious guy, that doesn't perfer to take a joke; but I know that I have some true friends. You're one of them."

"Hey Nik, no prob," Kian says while shrugging. "Just take a while and cool off, that's the best thing."

Nikolai nods as Kian gets up and heads back towards town.

"I can't dwell on the past...." he mutters, obviously trying to think. "What happened, happened and there is nothing anyone can do to change it. It's just nothing but a fact written in a book. It's nothing but it's all just water under the bridge."

He walks, down the opposite side of the plaine and goes down to a clear pond, sparkling in the nighttime twilight. He looks down at the pond, and against his own will he looks in it, and sees himself standing there. He gazes at his reflection for a few minutes, and in that time he realizes something: He is who he is. Nothing will change that. He then goes and tears his eyes away from the edge of the pond, and stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets.

"He is so most defenatly right," he said quietly. "I am who I am, no one can change that..."

He goes, and walks off into the distance, his hair swaying in the light night breeze.