Post by piotr on Sept 26, 2012 13:15:59 GMT 1
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Name: Piotr Stolarski
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Species: City Dwellers
Physical Description: Piotr has luxurious dark golden blonde colored hair that springs back from a high forehead and it is naturally wavy and worn in a medium long fashion back and away from the face. His eyes are a rich combination of amber that surrounds the pupils that pools outwards, leaving the outer half of the iris a soft shade of green, and though he likes the color contrast he believes that his eyes are set a tad bit too deep into his skull. His nose goes a slight bit wayward at its center from a childhood incident when it got broken and he has a nice square jaw that features a charming cleft in his chin with some of the most fascinating set of dimples that appear upon his cheeks when he smiles.
Living a healthy lifestyle per the rules and guidelines for humans in New Vegas, he has a warm golden complexion and his six foot four frame sports a sturdy chiseled musculature. All in all he seems to have a rugged sense of masculinity about himself that a few people enjoy seeing him walk by, not to mention watch as he goes, for he has a confident and unassuming swagger that sets him apart in a crowd. It seems that he doesn't have a shortage on credits either, as he wears nice upper class clothing that is kept impeccably clean and those in the know; his address is in one of the better sections of New Vegas.
Attitude: Piotr is an assured and committed natural leader amongst his peers and family that others look up to, he is tolerant, calm, supportive of those in need, in control of himself / his emotions and is capable of showing empathy. When approached by friends and / or family he tries to guide them to make the right decision on their own. While in the workplace he often brings innovative ideas to the table making concerns such as production, efficiency, man power and overall impact more profitable and pleasant for all involved in the project. Despite all of his ingenuity, he can't help but wonder after the welfare of his younger brother who has expressed a desire to strike out on his own to make a name for himself.
To work out his stresses, or, receive a influx of creativity when he's at his wits end in trying to solve a problem, he is often found painting with watercolors or working out under the supervision of a trainer who has exhibited the characteristics of an individual who suffers from a case of maladaptive perfectionism.
Abilities: Maybe part of his success in obtaining credits can be found through his uncanny predisposition for business management that borders on genius. But what is any man that doesn't hone the occasional hobby or two? So he picked up a course in water colors and works out often to keep his body at the apex of its capacities. One uncommon feature of note to add is that his left hand is dominant.
Weaknesses: He lives his life by a routine and never sways from it. When it comes to his family he is dauntless and will even go so far as laying his life on the line for theirs. He is quite the solemn gentleman and doesn't laugh a lot. Whither that is because he hasn't had a lot of joy in his life, he lacks a sense of humor, or its merely a psychological predisposition one can't be too certain. Another note is that he is human and so is susceptible to broken bones, the common cold, the infrequent emotional roller coaster ride and fatality.
History: The Stolarski's were amongst the first human survivors of the apocalypse to pass through the gates of New Vegas all the way back in 2040 thirty years ago. The journey was hard, and their initial generations there who were accustomed to a democracy and freedom to travel wherever they wished found life confining. But it didn't take long for them to buckle down and enjoy the safety afforded them inside the walls. True a person infrequently went missing, but then again, according to grand mama and grand papa when people used to fly across the world in as little as five to six hours, people still went missing in the big cities.
As for Piotr, well, he can't remember much of life outside of New Vegas, as he was around one or two years old when the family managed to make it into the safety of the four magnificent walls. There had been heart wrenching casualties along the way that brought them there that was for sure; and though they, like most of the families that came seeking shelter from the apocalypse, had little to nothing but the clothing on their backs when they first entered the city; they eventually began to prosper in the new civilized world as the family patriarch's pooled together their meager earnings and struck out on establishing a new legacy for their progeny, and so was born Stolarski & Sons Inc.
A great deal of their success could be attributed to the education system that was handed to their children. Namely however, through Piotr and his siblings blood and sweat to upkeep things when they came of age to work, performing the tasks that their papa and grand papa could not do anymore in their golden years. The family business has come a long way from where it hard started now and thankfully Piotr has the help of several siblings to keep an eye on things; as their parents couldn't keep their hands off of each other.
More recently in the Stolarski family, and more directly inside the life of Piotr, he has been burying himself in maintaining the books and attending the human relations aspect of Stolarski & Sons Inc. to have a life of his own. His parents are aware of the fact that he's gay and are okay with that. The only thing is that they are worried that he is working himself too much to enjoy life or the pleasures that raising a family can bring while he can. 'After all, he's no spring chicken anymore papa,' his mama says behind closed doors.
Maybe one of these days he will find someone, but Mr. Thor Ericson saw Piotr's potential when he turned the family business from deficits into a prosperous business, and wants him to run as deputy mayor beside Nathan Elliot who he's backing to be the cities mayor. Though he's not opposed to running alongside Elliot, he did some digging and there's something that just doesn't strike a true chord about Nathan that makes Piotr feel a bit uneasy. Piotr just hopes that whatever it is, it isn't something that will bring his own family and their business to ruin by association. The good in it all though, is that he can help make things better by giving voice for the people that are often forgotten.
After all, he has to hope that in a world that has gone so wrong, according to his parents and grandparents. That it can be redeemed. He just has to, not only for himself but for everyone, as if there is no future to hope for. There is no reason left for people to live.
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Rp Sample: Rubbing at his temples, Piotr found himself once more poring over paperwork into the wee hours of the morning, starring at lines of numbers quotas and bills, bills and more bills. His father and siblings took care of the physical management of the business following safety procedures and operation manuals that he had personally wrote up, while he himself was then capable of taking care of the paper work and overhead. Being the oldest child, when their father passed on the family business was to be his, which is if his siblings wanted credits to go their own separate ways he would have to buy them out. Not that they would mind you as things for the family were beginning to look up since he started to run the books.
It was true that Stolarski & Sons Inc. had come a long way and managed to triple its revenue and stock value. The employees were all treated fairly now and were receiving nice wages and even got a healthy pension upon retirement that they, in reference to Stolarski & Sons Inc., would pay out to their employees for all of their hard service. They even were able to relocate their business to a bigger and better location and though he probably could take most of the credit for the steady rise of the factories capacities in production and distributions, he KNEW that it was only as a team that the family and their employees managed to rise as the proverbial phoenix from the ashes. However, just as the Phoenix, if its flames aren't constantly fed and maintained that their descent would be eminent and possibly just as tragic. Pen in hand, Piotr pulled out the ledger and began placing the debits in a very neat and concise hand upon the lined paper.
Softly the door opened and his mother entered the well-lit office, "Piotr, don't ya know it's getting late and already the sun is beginning to rise? I was worried when you didn't come in or even call last night." Her voice was ever warm and inviting, as a matter of fact, he doesn't believe that he had ever seen her frown his whole life.
Momentarily he glanced up from his clerical work and then noticed the basket, "Morning mother, sorry I must've lost track with the time again." He offered her a rare warm, dimpled smile in greeting before his curiosity got the best of him, and temporarily he set his pen aside and then closed the ledger after marking his place. Then scrunching up his brows and tilting his head subtly to the side as if it would reveal the contents of the basket, he tried to get a better view of what she was carrying around with her that smelled so good, "What's in the basket?"
"Breakfast silly," she replied warmly with an infectious laugh and twinkle to her eye as she made her way over to the desk and proceeded to sit the basket down gently minding the papers. Then she began pulling out a nice meal, "you have been putting in so much time here that I hardly see you anymore. I miss seeing my babies around the table. Not good for family you know if we don't see you," she stated in as much of a chastising tone as she could muster. Which her being the person she was, well, it was about as bad as nice sunny day on the beach.
"Sorry mother, I've been knee deep with these books and preparing for the election," he answered her with a genuine note of apology. "It's just...," he paused for a few minutes as he ran an uncertain hand through his golden wavy locks, "do you think me running alongside Nathan Elliot is such a good idea?" A concerned expression crossed his face, "I mean, what do we truly know of him? I've been doing some research into his background and something just doesn't feel right. Call it a hunch, gut instinct or something momma."
"Gibble dee goop boy," Mrs. Stolarski said in yet another light reprimand, "if Mr. Ericson is putting him up for office then there is nothing to worry about. You know he wouldn't put just anybody up there and Mr. Elliot looks like a fine man to work with. Besides," she came around the desk with two plates in hand and after setting them down, stepped in behind her eldest child, wrapped her arms lovingly about his broad shoulders gave him an affectionate squeeze and placed a motherly kiss upon his right cheek, "you are a compassionate man and will look out after everyone. We need good men to look out for us all, and your papa and myself raised you right, and by being elected to be deputy mayor you can help so much more people without having to feel as stifled."
After finishing her reassuring hug she began preparing the plates, one for him and the other for herself, "Now, enough of business and let us eat," she exclaimed with that all too familiar infectious chuckle as she placed her hands on her hips, "and you can explain to me why you are punishing me by not giving me a son-in-law and grandchildren by now."
