John Stevens


Gender: Male

Kit: Normal

Location: Moscow, Russia


Alignment: Hero

Team: Human Shadows


Strength: standard (rank 1)

Agility: standard (rank 1)

Mind: standard (rank 1)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Fame Points: 30

Personal Wins: 2

Personal Losses: 10

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Blocked


Ahem. Let me tell you something. I'm a dangerous guy. We can be friends, or we can be enemies. It's your choice.

I was born in Moscow, Russia to a family that was rather poor. My father died when I was three from cancer, and my mother just died from straight up sickness two years later. I had no siblings, and there was nowhere for me to go. Now before I go on, don't take this story as a tragedy, I'm not trying to make you feel bad, I'm just telling the straight up facts. I became a beggar, and I'll tell you I sucked at it, so I became a thief. Now that was something I could do. By the time I was ten, I was stealing from all the best protected houses in town. I only got better, and by the time I was eighteen I had enough money to last me for five years without a job.

So the Spetznas heard about me, and I guess they needed a guy like me for their work, and they paid quite handsomely, so I said hey, why not? They said they had a new field of operatives that were based around stealth, not standard recon, but close up and dangerous. Sounded fun to me so I went into their training program they had set up. Boy that training program really messed me up. Everyday: wake up at 4:30 A.M., then go to gymnastics training, then go to arms training, then go to language class, then run the course until you puked, swim a mile, run three miles, practice stealth and arms training on eachother, by this time it was usually about 1:00 A.M. and that meant we could go to bed.

I became beyond good, in fact, it was almost unrealistic how well I handled everything. Sure I wasn't your slaphappy sunshine and rainbows by the end of the day, but I always finished first on everything, and I never dragged after, I walked tall and straight. I was the best shot too, I never seemed to miss. I was able to hit moving targets up to 40 Mph from a mile a way. Now that's weird, cause nobody could do even half of that. I was trained highly in martial arts, and I learned more after my time as a Spetznas, but I'll tell you that later. For now, I was the best Krav Maga fighter in the whole base. I could take on large groups of men, and enemies that were twice my strength, and it never seemed to be that hard.

My first mission was a bit of a pain. I was put on sniper support, and the rest of the squad moved in to go infiltrate a building, and get some information regarding some stolen arsenal. I don't know to this day how they passed recon and stealth class cause they sucked so bad at it. All six of them weren't even clumped together, and they were picked off within about fifteen minutes. So I was taking out people left and right, and I didn't quite know what to do. I was outnumbered roughly 200 to 1. And before I could get up and run away, I heard a voice in my ear piece say, "You're the last one. Finish the mission." Wow. I thought, that was probably the dumbest decision you could make, but either die here or get executed back at base, so I chose to stay and do what I could.

So I got up, and made my way down taking a flanking route with cover, unlike my fallen commrades. I crouched in the thick grass and leaves, and I found four snipers and shot them down, and that created a little more room for me. I moved up and I found a small entrance to the building A.K.A. the airvents. So far the base alert level was lowering, just as long as I kept out of sight. I got through the airvents and I was lead to a huge warehouse type area that was poorly lit. The place had a couple hundred soldiers, and I just about pissed my pants. I got my thinking skills on, the area wasn't pure darkness, but it was dark enough that they wouldn't be able to find me on first glimpse. So I managed to find a water pipe along the ceiling, and I climbed on it across around the room hoping nobody would see me. Scarry stuff, when you're alone. I got about halfway across, but I realized that I the light was getting brighter the further I went, so I stopped and looked around. Bingo. There was a fuse box near the back corner of the room. I pulled out my pistol and shot it, and the lights flickered a little and went out. Thanks to silenced pistols and the amount of talking the guys were doing, they just thought it was a regular power outage. I pulled out my night vision and put it on. Then I realized that this was probably the crappiest set of night vision I've ever used.

Eventually after a while I made it to my destination, no thanks to my crapptastic night vision. I got the information and back tracked out. I was awarded when I got back to base, and I stayed for a few more years, until I was recruited into some Covert Operations division. Ironically, I was the best there was in that too, but my job was... different. I didn't get information or clear paths for other troops. I went in alone, and I would.... well... assassinate leaders. I was unstoppable, within a matter of six months I became Russia's most valuable soldier, and this is where I learned more martial arts. They put so much training into me, I learned more Krav Maga, Brazillian Jiu Jitsu, Juno, tai quan do, and Karate. I had become a refined gymnast too. I was pretty much like one of those ninjas you see in the movies that does all the flips and stunts from rooftop to rooftop at night, the only difference is that I had a pistol and sometimes, if the mission wasn't too delicate, I had a rifle with me.

So now I'm Russia's best soldier. I kill, and nobody sees me. Simple, yet dangerous. I do the work of ten men, literally, don't believe me? Get ten men and give us a task and I can assure you I'll beat them. Anything I missed? No? Well there you have it. I'm a soldier, and I'll give you one piece of advice: It's not ideal to expect to live after a fight with me.


I think I'm a nice guy, but when it comes to my job, or if you piss me off, you're gonna be gasping for air in a matter of seconds. I'm rational though, I'll do whatever will benefit the greater good, even if it makes things tougher for me. Remember: Don't cause me any trouble, and we'll be on good terms.


Best Shot at Base

     Marksman: superior (rank 2)


Like I said, I hit a 40MPH moving target from a mile away with a sniper. Don't get me wrong though, I'm a dangerous man with a pistol, I'm accurate for up to large distances, and I miss once in a rare blue moon.


Too much training!

     Martial Arts: superior (rank 2)


I can't stress how many people get wiped on the floor because they thought they could take me on in a fist fight. Let's recap: Krav Maga, Brazillian Jiu Jitsu, Judo, Tai Quan Do, Karate. A fist fight's probably your weakest chance at beating me.


So many classes

     Tactician: standard (rank 1)


I'm no General Patton when it comes to tactitian skills, but I'll tell you I can make some pretty freaky plans, and they're not your average Call of Duty tactics, they're pure and down to the grit dangerous.


Again... so much training!

     Acrobat: superior (rank 2)


I'm pretty much one of those ninjas you see in those movies, I can leap from rooftop to rooftop, I can do flips and massive kicks, I can do split jumps to hold between two walls. Not to mention this all helps my martial arts become more dangerous and my stealth becomes more effective.