Name: Pasha Miklaylichenko-Molotov, or by the title of "Winter"
Age: 120, looks to be in his mid-40s.
Birthday: February 6th, 1895
Gender: Male
Category: Citizen
Occupation: Owner of "Зимняя Ден", pronounced "Zimniy Den".
The Zimnyi Den translates to "Winter Den". On the outside is the facade of an old, somewhat run down looking building with the Russian name put up in worn wooden letters. The interior reveals a small bar made entirely of ice from the seats to the serving counter itself. It's freezing in there, and Pasha is the only person who works there as of current. He lives in a small apartment on the upper floor.
Appearance:
Pasha is the sort of person anybody could pick out immediately in a crowd, and it's little wonder why. Standing at a very intimidating 6'9" from genetics alone, he is a heavy set sort of man with wide shoulders and plenty of muscle to spare, and is often compared to either a tank or a bear in build. He has a very distinct, grizzled sort of appearance to him, despite almost constantly being in uniform and keeping himself as neat as possible.
His hair is jet black even in his older age and often tied back into a short ponytail, which wouldn't look so out of place had his eyes not been so pale. He was born with regular blue eyes, but as time passed, especially after he was given his title of Winter - they got lighter instead of darker. They stopped and stayed at an eerily light shade of blue, and from a distance, it becomes very difficult to distinguish the irises from the whites of his eyes.
Pasha's scars get a lot of stares, from those who are brave enough to stare openly. He has one that runs right over the bridge of his nose, and another on the left side of his mouth that runs over his lips, turning his expression into a permanent scowl. The rest of his body is littered with them as well, battle scars from various conflicts both creature and human, military and for the sake of the Soviet Union while it was still an entity. There are quite a few on his hands and arms, prominent ones on his back and a couple on his chest and then a couple along his legs. Pasha's a mess, but he doesn't try to hide them.
Personality:
To sum him up in one neat package, Pasha is stubborn and prideful and has that unique brand of Mikhaylichenko-Molotov rashness in combat that seems borderline suicidal to most. He'd readily charge into a fight, and usually his opponents are a little taken aback by this because having a man built like a tank plowing at you in the middle of a battle field isn't exactly a welcome sight. Creatures and people are treated the same in that regard, and using brutal physical strength is how he usually goes about his fights. His actions may seem quite spur of the moment, but most of the time, everything has already been planned out.
Pasha is a planner, and in that regard, despite everything else, he's level headed. His constant need for information is perhaps fueled by his job; it's a lot of danger, and he needs to plan things ahead and keep up a routine of sorts. Every trip he makes, he needs to know exact details of where he's going and staying, what he's doing there and why, et cetera.
In his household, aggression was more or less encouraged while he was growing up. He was destined to be part of the military, and all of his family at that point had been drafted at eighteen, if not sooner. They had all been fairly successful as well, and the same was quickly expected of him. Thankfully, even though he's extremely intimidating in a regular social setting, his general hostility has brought him far in his job. His considerable bulk has certainly helped, and regular people would be hesitant to deal with someone who's 6'9" and a permanent scowl etched on their face. A short temper comes with the territory, and it doesn't take much to set him off like a bomb.
He's a confident sort and practically radiates it. His shoulders are kept squared out, his back is like there's a plank attached and he stands perfectly straight at all times. Pasha has to know what he's doing, and the risks are rather obvious if he doesn't. Of course he can think on the go, but having to do it is always overshadowed by planning, and he has to wonder how extreme rashness can keep somebody alive for so long. He's always going to be the first person to tell you that you are wrong, or that you're a bad person, or any other overly-blunt statement that people around him are thinking but too afraid to say.
Pride is also another huge point for him; though he's fully aware of who's above him, he's also fully aware of those below him. Pasha absolutely needs a hierarchy to be established for him to work within, and he's completely respectful of his superiors if it's made clear that they're more knowledgeable than him. However, he also happens to hold his superiors to the same standards as he grew up with, so if they're lax or easy going or just happen to goof around, then he loses that respect for them and will deviate from orders if he thinks his are better. Aside from that, he models himself to be a perfect, unquestioning soldier.
Despite the harsh demeanor and his excessive strictness, Pasha does have a soft spot for young children. His patience is extended a little for them, though not to say he can tolerate them for too long at a time. He doesn't seem to soften up at all, but he does treat them with more attention and care than he would most. Pasha just never comes off as the compassionate sort, but small exceptions are sometimes made.
Powers:
Winter: Pasha doesn't merely embody the season, he is Winter, the title having been given to him when the old one passed on.
Functional Immortality: Pasha is functionally immortal; he will not die of conventional means such as old age, illness or, because of his title, the cold. He can still be killed if he is destroyed in a way that his body is unable to regenerate in time to save him. If, for example, he is hit by a bomb and his body is obliterated and scattered, then he will effectively die and the title of Winter will be handed down to a person he has chosen previously. If his throat is slit, then it will swiftly mend itself and he'll be fine with a new scar to show for it. This ability is heightened in the cold and weakened in heat.
Cold Embodiment: If a doctor were to put a thermometer in his mouth, he'd effectively freeze it before it could get a reading. Pasha's body temperature is more or less at zero, his breath is cold and his skin is frosty to the touch. He is surrounded by a chilly breeze no matter how hot it is outside and everything he touches develops a thin layer of ice. He does have control of the temperature and weather to a certain degree; in smaller spaces, he can plummet the temperature to the point where it kills everything there. Outside, it depends on the season; if it's summer, he has little control outside of a few feet from himself. If it's winter, well, he is winter, and therefore has almost complete command.
Ice Manifestation: Pasha can physically turn to snow. When he wants to disappear or get away from a situation, a stiff wind will conjure itself and it will blow him into particles of ice, which will then be directed to where he pleases. It is especially difficult for him to use this during warm weather, as it takes more energy to keep all of those little snowflakes individually cold. He can also form items of ice, though it's dependent on if there is moisture or water nearby.
Biography:
Pasha Mikhaylichenko-Molotov was born in Oymyakon, Russia. To many people, the place was just generalized as "Siberia", while to the better informed, it was known as the coldest place of permanent settlement in the world. The place had an extreme subarctic climate almost all year round; the ground was frozen permanently and birds regularly froze to death in the middle of flight and dropped to the earth.
His family was militaristic to a close extreme; his mother was a soldier and therefore deployed regularly, while his father was an office worker for the military. His family had been part of any sort of military Russia had for as far as their recorded lineage went back. Pasha's sister was born two years after him, and his family raised them both in their traditional lifestyle. They lived at the fringes of the town, only going into the center when food shipments arrived. The people who lived there, though a friendly community, often regarded the Mikhaylichenko-Molotovs with some apprehension. They were fully aware that they were a military family, but didn't understand why they needed to be so secluded.
An aptitude towards the solitary but militaristic lifestyle became very obvious when Pasha was young. Aggression was encouraged, along with bravery and a certain rashness that became extremely intimidating when a man of 6'9" was plowing at you through smoke and the rattle of guns and shells. He was trained by his mother in combat sambo, and the technique soon became his preferred form of confrontation.
Pasha never grew up the playful sort. While his sister became rebellious in her teens, Pasha was studious and well learned. He much preferred military history as the rest of humanity chugged along, but he wasn't averse to learning anything ancient at all. His physical strength soon became his boon, and he was tall for his age, allowing him to pin down opponents with ease.
When he was eighteen, as was mandatory for everybody in the Mikhaylichenko-Molotov family, he was drafted into the military. It wasn’t so much of a big event as it was a fact of life for him. He was deployed onto an actual military base, just as his mother was, and sent home infrequently for visits. He didn't mind; he'd been prepared for this most of his life anyways.
It was when he was 19 that World War I gripped the world, only then it was simply called The Great War. It was then that he met Winter. The man was in his late 40s and, sitting next to him on the rickety train meant to move troops to the front, Pasha struck up a conversation. Pasha had never been friendly and evidently, neither was the older man. However, similar personalities and a shared interest in history kindled a sort of friendship between them. The older soldier saw Pasha as a sort of protege, and it was only in the trenches did he realize who, exactly, this soldier was.
War forged bonds, and Pasha became closer to the older man during the first month than he did any of his other peers. The man revealed himself to be in possession of the title of Winter, the physical manifestation of the season. He had no children, no family, and war was dangerous. He needed someone to take on the title if he died, and so he made a pact with Pasha to bestow upon him the title.
The old winter was blown to bits during the First Battle of Tannenberg.
Pasha hadn't even realized he died immediately; all he felt was a strange, frosty breeze where nobody else did despite it being August. It was only later did he find the man's name among the dead, and later still in the war did he realize he was impervious to the cold.
The Great War came and went in a fury. He held hands with men that died a few scant moments later and he quickly learned that he was just a little more impervious to death than most. He wasn't as secretive of his powers as the previous winter had been, using the cold to his advantage as he swiftly gained control.
By the time November 11th, 1918 rolled around, everybody knew of Winter.
He gained an honoured position in the military and a place in the politics of the era, elevating his status to somewhat of a Soviet hero when the era emerged.
Pasha would be immediately deployed when World War II started. There was a reason the term "Russian Winter" became so iconic in the minds of many as a harsh, bitter thing that could destroy swaths of soldiers. He drove out the German troop as weather became increasingly vicious during the sieges of Leningrad and Sevastopol. He finally drove them away when they reached the suburbs of Moscow, exhausting them at last.
The offensives during the summer months of 1942 were less successful, but he wound up to full power again when November rolled around and they launched another winter offensive. He also noticed he'd stopped aging around this time.
He wished he could remember an eventful closure, but war as war and it was brutal even for a seasoned soldier. He remembers, clear as day, every battle he had a hand in. He remembers April 30th, 1945 as if he still held the report in his hand.
Then it was the Cold War that ascended; the era of spies and secrecy had begun. At the onset, Pasha remained in strong political standing and was often very present when it came to talks of mutually assured destruction. He was promoted multiple times in the military and eventually hand selected to be part of the spetsnaz defense unit, which piled on more years of training and caused him to become nearly completely absent at home.
But life would't remain that way forever. Rapid succession political blunders made by the Soviet Union and falling out of popularity among the citizens, the Belavezha Accords were signed in 1991, officially dissolving the party. He remembers seeing the Soviet flag being lowered, and the new Russian tricolour being raised in its place that night. The Supreme Soviet voted itself and the Soviet Union out of existence the next day.
It was the dawn of a new era and, unfortunately, this meant the people weren't too fond of their old Soviet hero. After a series of assassination attempts to finally cleanse the country of that particular chunk of history, Pasha finally decided that he'd had enough.
He left, jumping from one place to another. Everywhere felt like a temporary home.
Additional Information:
If his surname and accent wasn't enough of an indicator, one of the few pieces of information about himself he's willing to give is the fact that he's Russian. His English is very heavily accented, to the point where it can become difficult to understand what he's saying if he speaks quickly or starts shouting orders, as he does tend to do.
Pasha has been in and out of various hospital and medical facilities more times than he can count. Usually, they were all for cuts that needed to be stitched back together or minor broken bones and fractures.
He drinks a lot of coffee and vodka, perhaps more than is absolutely healthy for him. Results from tests on his liver say that it's working and since becoming Winter, he can't die from it. Might as well.
