Tartaglia Lore: REWRITTEN
(I haven't written for a while so I decided to treat you guys! Sorry for any errors in the lore...also I kept forgetting to add the photo of him-)
Name: Aleksandr Mikhailovich Kutnetsov (code name Tartaglia)
Gender: Male, straight
Height: 6'0
Age: 29 1/2
Birthday: June 12
Lore:
--Early Years--
"Children are a heritage from the LORD, offspring a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one's youth." (Psalm 127:3-4)
Aleksandr Mikhailovich Kutnetsov was born on the evening of June 12 to his father, Mikhail Nikolaevich Kutnetsov, and his mother, Sophia Pauline Kutnetsov (née Suslov). Their family was moderately well off, not struggling but at the same time not rich, his father a rising politician and his mother a doctor at the local hospital. He was a fast learner, babbling 'dada' at the age of 1, and learning how to walk by 2. Eventually he was able to go to school at the age of 4.
From an early age, Aleksandr showed shyness and anxiety, but also a sense of morality and the ability to stand up for what was right, which often got him beat up. Many times he would come home with bruises from fighting with the bullies, who often bullied the girls of his class. Though he was a bit weak, he used his intelligence to his advantage, often making his opponents trip on something and then immobilizing them. It was also at a young age that he would gain a taste for tanks, and military strategy, playing chess a lot in his free time as well as playing military simulators to test strategies and tactics. He was also incredibly resourceful, making makeshift toy knives from popsicle sticks, or a loudspeaker by rolling up a bunch of paper into a tube.
School treated him...ok. From an early age it was clear he was not meant to be in the spotlight, being a rather shy boy, and he also stuttered, which caused him to be picked on by the bigger boys. However, he excelled in academics, climbing to the top of his class in no time. As he grew older he became more confident and popular, gaining respect by upholding order and morality in the classroom, and standing up to the bullies that formerly bullied him. He became known as the 'smart one', and his peers regularly came to him for advice and for academic assistance. He also became head of the chess club and book club, and was senator and then president of the school council. Every year he always got consistent honors, though he often overworked himself during this period in his life and was often very tired. He also had another hobby he started in middle school: airsoft. He and his friends, Wilhelm Meyer, Archie Valdez, and Maria Bonitz would play every Saturday in the old and empty museum, and from there he honed his strategy skills and developed his aim and general gun knowledge.
Military and College Years
"Audentes fortuna iuvat!" (Fortune favors the bold!)
Following in the footsteps of his grandfather and great-grandfather, Aleksandr signed up for the military after his graduation at 17, much to the chagrin of his father, who wished for him to study law. During those years he was placed in the Nubian War, the Guesian-Nubian War (as an expeditionary force), and participated in the Battle of Mosubia and the Guidonian Encirclements, advancing in the ranks before splitting off to form the MDR (Mercenary Division of Robloxia), a group of mercenaries hired by Robloxia and led by yours truly. It was also during this time that he got his code name, Tartaglia (OTL Italian, lit. Stutterer) due to sometimes stuttering when giving out orders. After participating in the wars for about 5 years he would retire from the battlefield and enroll in college, taking up law. Here he learned how to speak in front of a crowd, although his stutter didn't help him much. He was mostly alone during this time, no one asking him about, because frankly, he made it clear that he would focus more on school than on them. Eventually he built up a reputation, as in his old school, of a smart, calculating individual, and people cane to him for advice and assistance with their homework. After graduating from college summa cum laude, he accompanied his father and mother on their first campaign trail. Little did they know it would be their last...
--An End to Two--
"...well, sometimes...life's a [redacted] and you keep going, no?"
"Dad, you ready?" Aleksandr asked his father as he accompanied him up the stairs to the stage.
"Heh. As always, son." Mikhail grinned before stepping forward, fixing his tie. "Good morning, comrades of the Robloxian Union! There is..."
Aleksandr sighed, leaning back on the wall as he watched his father from the sidelines. "Robloxian Union," he repeated, somewhat in thought. One of the constants of Robloxia was its corruption. All politicians had to be part of the government's political party; if you spoke out, you would be shot by a government-hired gun. Taxes were always high, and the president posted pictures online of him on expensive dates and driving luxury cars while the poor starved and the middle class longed for reform. But his father promised to change that, if he was elected president. He knew, and he knew his father knew, that they would never win, that the government would rig the elections anyway; but what his father was trying to do was show that there was a sliver of hope, that the people had at least one ally in Robloxia.
"...and the riches of the president will be distributed among the poor..." Mikhail continued, but Aleksandr had already zoned out. He looked around for a second before noticing the gleam of a sniper's scope. His eyes widened, a sickening feeling in his chest, and he quickly sprinted to his father. "DAD-" but it was too late. His father turned around, and he could see in slow motion the bullet pierce the man's chest before coming out the other side, and he fell to the ground with a thud. Aleksandr quickly kneeled beside him, cradling his dear father in his arms. "...dad...no..."
He could hear his father cough, blood mixed with sweat. "...Sasha...my sweet Sasha, listen to me...I love you, my son, and...please...do not forget me." Finally his eyes closed, and he was no more.
And for the first time ever, Aleksandr sobbed.
A few days later, he watched his mother, the only family he had left, slowly succumb to sickness, her grief and stress weakening her immune system to the point she became infected with a lethal disease. "...son..." she whispered, in her final moment. "...thank you...for staying with me...and...avenge your father...for me...please."
--Collapse of Robloxia--
"Living systems are never in equilibrium. They are inherently unstable. They may seem stable, but they’re not. Everything is moving and changing. In a sense, everything is on the edge of collapse." -attributed to Tartaglia, but actually said by his best friend, Wilhelm Meyer
A few months later, the election of 2020, unsurprisingly, resulted in a government victory. But what was unexpected was the people's outrage over the outcome. His father, while he did die early, at least showed the people there was someone to stand behind, and people began protesting in the streets, and from their homes. Robloxia forced him with death to join the police force and fight against the protesters, but in a historic moment, he rallied the police to the protesters' side with a speech. Together, they stormed the capital building, and they were able to break in and take a few people before pro-government forces flushed them out. But the damage was done, and with the police and military forces seeing the incompetence of the government in putting down the protestors, they decided to declare independence, triggering the collapse of Robloxia into anarchy, warlords and leaders taking control of cities. Tartaglia himself fled to the Republic of the Heights, a state in the mountainous region of Robloxia formed by pro-democracy protesters.
--Rising in the Army--
"Maneuvering with an army is advantageous; with an undisciplined multitude, most dangerous." (OTL Sun Tzu, Art of War)
Quickly Aleksandr rose the ranks of the National Army, soon becoming the youngest ever to be Chief of the Army at the age of 27, and began training the successor to the MDR, the MCH (Military Corps of the Heights). His strategies split the army into two cliques, the Mass Clique, which advocated for the old strategy of relying on their manpower, and the Artillery Clique, which advocated for a lower amount of more specialized divisions, the introduction of motorized infantry and more focus on tanks, and for artillery/aircraft cover fire. Here he met his best friend again, Wilhelm Meyer, and together they led the Artillery Clique. However, the elections of 2032 and the following events would force him to play his hand...
--Worsening Ties--
"Power is no blessing in itself, except when it is used to protect the innocent."
The elections of 2032 seemed normal. Genuine democratic discourse, enough political ads to flood your screen, and of course, complications of political arguments. Eventually the elections were won by the Partia de Unia (Guesian, Party of Unity in English), a conservative right-wing party. People waited for the changes in the government, as for the last two elections, the government had drastically improved the standard of living in the Heights. However, slowly, Tartaglia noticed something. The president had bought a shiny new car. At first he shrugged it off, but then eventually...the president bought more. And he bought more houses, and more businesses...all while some people starved outside his house. And instead of helping them, as a servant of the people...the president just chased them away. Under the president's rule, the quality of life in the Heights had also begun to decay, as the departments slowly lost funding. And as the army's budget decreased, incompetence and corruption spread even more, like a plague through an unsuspecting crowd. From then on he began to take a dislike for the president, named Ivan Guestia, and the Senate, which was fully of members of his party, which was only amplified when he figured out that they had been committing embezzlement, as well as corruption at the polls, using his money to pay people to elect his party. Tartaglia finally broke away from him when he found out that the president had been forcing women to be part of his so-called 'harem' by threatening their families, however he never reported it due to the fact that if he did, the president would surely kill him. This also had the side effect of Ivan basically cutting off most of their remaining pay due to their rivalry. However, one day while he was walking through the halls of the military base, he suddenly got an idea which would save their democracy from suffering the same fate as Robloxia and allow him to fix the army he so loved.
--Un Coup d'État--
"If one holds his state based on mercenaries, he will not be secure or peaceful; for they are, divided, ambitious and without discipline... they fear neither God nor are loyal to fellow men..." -(OTL Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince)
Aleksandr quickly gathered support from the remaining political parties, the Secret Service, the MCH and the Artillery Clique, and began to plan out a coup.
First, Olivier Petain, head of the People's Party, the last remaining main opposition to the government, and President of the Senate, would call everyone for a special meeting. The SS would then storm in and keep all of the Senators in the room until they could be arrested.
At the same time, Aleksandr, Wilhelm Meyer and the MCH would surround the presidential palace before breaking in, freeing the women, and arresting the president.
The coup went without a hitch, and soon, Aleksandr "stepped in" to "keep the country safe".
Now, Aleksandr leads the People's Republic of the Heights as a benevolent dictator, allowing elections up to the vice-presidential level yet still keeping power for himself "until Robloxia may be reclaimed". Under his rule, the Heights has been reforms, taxes lowered, and corruption eliminated. But now, he faces one last test: the Great Reclamation. For how long until the people of Robloxia will be free from the tyranny of those who steal and plunder from the poor man?
Personality:
Tartaglia is cool and calm, soft-spoken (surprisingly), commanding respect with a carrot and a stick and leading by example. He plans to redeem the legacy of Robloxia and will stop at nothing to finish it. Surprisingly, he's good with kids, having a soft spot for them. To those he has known for a long time, he shows a more vulnerable side and acts kind, somewhat gentle, though he has a snarky side that he mainly shows to people he barely knows. He hates beer and vodka, but likes wine, though not strong wine. He is incredibly smart and calculating, and has a strong moral compass, and is actually a bit of a hopeless romantic.
Abilities:
• Mild reality warping: he can warp reality to what he wants. But only little things like a rock or a wall. But it is deadly in his hands.
• Combat: he is trained in all kinds of combat, playing airsoft and working in the military having done its work in training him.
• Not an ability but incredibly resourceful. Anything and everything can become a weapon in his hands. Pencil? Stab. Eraser? Shove it down your neck and choke you. Toothpaste? Rub it in your eye.
(I haven't written for a while so I decided to treat you guys! Sorry for any errors in the lore...also I kept forgetting to add the photo of him-)
Name: Aleksandr Mikhailovich Kutnetsov (code name Tartaglia)
Gender: Male, straight
Height: 6'0
Age: 29 1/2
Birthday: June 12
Lore:
--Early Years--
"Children are a heritage from the LORD, offspring a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one's youth." (Psalm 127:3-4)
Aleksandr Mikhailovich Kutnetsov was born on the evening of June 12 to his father, Mikhail Nikolaevich Kutnetsov, and his mother, Sophia Pauline Kutnetsov (née Suslov). Their family was moderately well off, not struggling but at the same time not rich, his father a rising politician and his mother a doctor at the local hospital. He was a fast learner, babbling 'dada' at the age of 1, and learning how to walk by 2. Eventually he was able to go to school at the age of 4.
From an early age, Aleksandr showed shyness and anxiety, but also a sense of morality and the ability to stand up for what was right, which often got him beat up. Many times he would come home with bruises from fighting with the bullies, who often bullied the girls of his class. Though he was a bit weak, he used his intelligence to his advantage, often making his opponents trip on something and then immobilizing them. It was also at a young age that he would gain a taste for tanks, and military strategy, playing chess a lot in his free time as well as playing military simulators to test strategies and tactics. He was also incredibly resourceful, making makeshift toy knives from popsicle sticks, or a loudspeaker by rolling up a bunch of paper into a tube.
School treated him...ok. From an early age it was clear he was not meant to be in the spotlight, being a rather shy boy, and he also stuttered, which caused him to be picked on by the bigger boys. However, he excelled in academics, climbing to the top of his class in no time. As he grew older he became more confident and popular, gaining respect by upholding order and morality in the classroom, and standing up to the bullies that formerly bullied him. He became known as the 'smart one', and his peers regularly came to him for advice and for academic assistance. He also became head of the chess club and book club, and was senator and then president of the school council. Every year he always got consistent honors, though he often overworked himself during this period in his life and was often very tired. He also had another hobby he started in middle school: airsoft. He and his friends, Wilhelm Meyer, Archie Valdez, and Maria Bonitz would play every Saturday in the old and empty museum, and from there he honed his strategy skills and developed his aim and general gun knowledge.
Military and College Years
"Audentes fortuna iuvat!" (Fortune favors the bold!)
Following in the footsteps of his grandfather and great-grandfather, Aleksandr signed up for the military after his graduation at 17, much to the chagrin of his father, who wished for him to study law. During those years he was placed in the Nubian War, the Guesian-Nubian War (as an expeditionary force), and participated in the Battle of Mosubia and the Guidonian Encirclements, advancing in the ranks before splitting off to form the MDR (Mercenary Division of Robloxia), a group of mercenaries hired by Robloxia and led by yours truly. It was also during this time that he got his code name, Tartaglia (OTL Italian, lit. Stutterer) due to sometimes stuttering when giving out orders. After participating in the wars for about 5 years he would retire from the battlefield and enroll in college, taking up law. Here he learned how to speak in front of a crowd, although his stutter didn't help him much. He was mostly alone during this time, no one asking him about, because frankly, he made it clear that he would focus more on school than on them. Eventually he built up a reputation, as in his old school, of a smart, calculating individual, and people cane to him for advice and assistance with their homework. After graduating from college summa cum laude, he accompanied his father and mother on their first campaign trail. Little did they know it would be their last...
--An End to Two--
"...well, sometimes...life's a [redacted] and you keep going, no?"
"Dad, you ready?" Aleksandr asked his father as he accompanied him up the stairs to the stage.
"Heh. As always, son." Mikhail grinned before stepping forward, fixing his tie. "Good morning, comrades of the Robloxian Union! There is..."
Aleksandr sighed, leaning back on the wall as he watched his father from the sidelines. "Robloxian Union," he repeated, somewhat in thought. One of the constants of Robloxia was its corruption. All politicians had to be part of the government's political party; if you spoke out, you would be shot by a government-hired gun. Taxes were always high, and the president posted pictures online of him on expensive dates and driving luxury cars while the poor starved and the middle class longed for reform. But his father promised to change that, if he was elected president. He knew, and he knew his father knew, that they would never win, that the government would rig the elections anyway; but what his father was trying to do was show that there was a sliver of hope, that the people had at least one ally in Robloxia.
"...and the riches of the president will be distributed among the poor..." Mikhail continued, but Aleksandr had already zoned out. He looked around for a second before noticing the gleam of a sniper's scope. His eyes widened, a sickening feeling in his chest, and he quickly sprinted to his father. "DAD-" but it was too late. His father turned around, and he could see in slow motion the bullet pierce the man's chest before coming out the other side, and he fell to the ground with a thud. Aleksandr quickly kneeled beside him, cradling his dear father in his arms. "...dad...no..."
He could hear his father cough, blood mixed with sweat. "...Sasha...my sweet Sasha, listen to me...I love you, my son, and...please...do not forget me." Finally his eyes closed, and he was no more.
And for the first time ever, Aleksandr sobbed.
A few days later, he watched his mother, the only family he had left, slowly succumb to sickness, her grief and stress weakening her immune system to the point she became infected with a lethal disease. "...son..." she whispered, in her final moment. "...thank you...for staying with me...and...avenge your father...for me...please."
--Collapse of Robloxia--
"Living systems are never in equilibrium. They are inherently unstable. They may seem stable, but they’re not. Everything is moving and changing. In a sense, everything is on the edge of collapse." -attributed to Tartaglia, but actually said by his best friend, Wilhelm Meyer
A few months later, the election of 2020, unsurprisingly, resulted in a government victory. But what was unexpected was the people's outrage over the outcome. His father, while he did die early, at least showed the people there was someone to stand behind, and people began protesting in the streets, and from their homes. Robloxia forced him with death to join the police force and fight against the protesters, but in a historic moment, he rallied the police to the protesters' side with a speech. Together, they stormed the capital building, and they were able to break in and take a few people before pro-government forces flushed them out. But the damage was done, and with the police and military forces seeing the incompetence of the government in putting down the protestors, they decided to declare independence, triggering the collapse of Robloxia into anarchy, warlords and leaders taking control of cities. Tartaglia himself fled to the Republic of the Heights, a state in the mountainous region of Robloxia formed by pro-democracy protesters.
--Rising in the Army--
"Maneuvering with an army is advantageous; with an undisciplined multitude, most dangerous." (OTL Sun Tzu, Art of War)
Quickly Aleksandr rose the ranks of the National Army, soon becoming the youngest ever to be Chief of the Army at the age of 27, and began training the successor to the MDR, the MCH (Military Corps of the Heights). His strategies split the army into two cliques, the Mass Clique, which advocated for the old strategy of relying on their manpower, and the Artillery Clique, which advocated for a lower amount of more specialized divisions, the introduction of motorized infantry and more focus on tanks, and for artillery/aircraft cover fire. Here he met his best friend again, Wilhelm Meyer, and together they led the Artillery Clique. However, the elections of 2032 and the following events would force him to play his hand...
--Worsening Ties--
"Power is no blessing in itself, except when it is used to protect the innocent."
The elections of 2032 seemed normal. Genuine democratic discourse, enough political ads to flood your screen, and of course, complications of political arguments. Eventually the elections were won by the Partia de Unia (Guesian, Party of Unity in English), a conservative right-wing party. People waited for the changes in the government, as for the last two elections, the government had drastically improved the standard of living in the Heights. However, slowly, Tartaglia noticed something. The president had bought a shiny new car. At first he shrugged it off, but then eventually...the president bought more. And he bought more houses, and more businesses...all while some people starved outside his house. And instead of helping them, as a servant of the people...the president just chased them away. Under the president's rule, the quality of life in the Heights had also begun to decay, as the departments slowly lost funding. And as the army's budget decreased, incompetence and corruption spread even more, like a plague through an unsuspecting crowd. From then on he began to take a dislike for the president, named Ivan Guestia, and the Senate, which was fully of members of his party, which was only amplified when he figured out that they had been committing embezzlement, as well as corruption at the polls, using his money to pay people to elect his party. Tartaglia finally broke away from him when he found out that the president had been forcing women to be part of his so-called 'harem' by threatening their families, however he never reported it due to the fact that if he did, the president would surely kill him. This also had the side effect of Ivan basically cutting off most of their remaining pay due to their rivalry. However, one day while he was walking through the halls of the military base, he suddenly got an idea which would save their democracy from suffering the same fate as Robloxia and allow him to fix the army he so loved.
--Un Coup d'État--
"If one holds his state based on mercenaries, he will not be secure or peaceful; for they are, divided, ambitious and without discipline... they fear neither God nor are loyal to fellow men..." -(OTL Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince)
Aleksandr quickly gathered support from the remaining political parties, the Secret Service, the MCH and the Artillery Clique, and began to plan out a coup.
First, Olivier Petain, head of the People's Party, the last remaining main opposition to the government, and President of the Senate, would call everyone for a special meeting. The SS would then storm in and keep all of the Senators in the room until they could be arrested.
At the same time, Aleksandr, Wilhelm Meyer and the MCH would surround the presidential palace before breaking in, freeing the women, and arresting the president.
The coup went without a hitch, and soon, Aleksandr "stepped in" to "keep the country safe".
Now, Aleksandr leads the People's Republic of the Heights as a benevolent dictator, allowing elections up to the vice-presidential level yet still keeping power for himself "until Robloxia may be reclaimed". Under his rule, the Heights has been reforms, taxes lowered, and corruption eliminated. But now, he faces one last test: the Great Reclamation. For how long until the people of Robloxia will be free from the tyranny of those who steal and plunder from the poor man?
Personality:
Tartaglia is cool and calm, soft-spoken (surprisingly), commanding respect with a carrot and a stick and leading by example. He plans to redeem the legacy of Robloxia and will stop at nothing to finish it. Surprisingly, he's good with kids, having a soft spot for them. To those he has known for a long time, he shows a more vulnerable side and acts kind, somewhat gentle, though he has a snarky side that he mainly shows to people he barely knows. He hates beer and vodka, but likes wine, though not strong wine. He is incredibly smart and calculating, and has a strong moral compass, and is actually a bit of a hopeless romantic.
Abilities:
• Mild reality warping: he can warp reality to what he wants. But only little things like a rock or a wall. But it is deadly in his hands.
• Combat: he is trained in all kinds of combat, playing airsoft and working in the military having done its work in training him.
• Not an ability but incredibly resourceful. Anything and everything can become a weapon in his hands. Pencil? Stab. Eraser? Shove it down your neck and choke you. Toothpaste? Rub it in your eye.