Vasili Babenkov

Vasili Ilya Babenkov
Portrayed By	Chris Walters
Gender	Male
Date of Birth	January 6, 1979
Age	30
Height	5'8"
Weight	142 lbs
Aliases	Vasya, Vasili Yegorovich
Alignment	Chaotic Evil
Place of Birth	Divnogorsk, Siberia, Former Soviet Union
Current Location	New York City, NY, USA
Occupation	Terrorist
Known Relatives	Yegor Babenkov (father), Anzhela Babenkov (mother), Antonina Babenkov (sister), galina Babenkov (sister), Vova Chalokaev (uncle)
Significant Other	?
Known Abilities	None
First Appearance	N/A

Vasili is one of them /terrorists/.

Current History

Vasili fought on the human side of the war that fractured the country, along with several comrades who were both Company and unaffiliated. Most of his former comrades are now dead and the war is over, but Vasili continues to harass the Evolved population to the best of his ability. He is no longer a member of the Company, acting as an independent agent of destruction. As far as the new age of terrorists go, he's a one-man plague who attempts to either injure or kill the Evolved and humans who are sympathetic to them. His usual M.O. of leaving as few witnesses as possible has made him a relatively unknown presence, but he's starting to make an effort to get himself noticed. Vasili daydreams of being able to end the life of Nathan Petrelli, but contents himself with shooting the smaller fish in the party barrel that New York City has suddenly become. He is a far more bitter individual than he once was, considering all of his fears about the Evolved population to have been proven during the war. During the initial fighting in the war, he lost large portions of the ring and pinky fingers on his left hand, though they are not completely gone.

What Came Before

Divnogorsk, a small town in Siberia sitting on the Yenisei River, is where Vasili’s life began. His father, Yegor Babenkov, was the son of a local chicken farmer and happened to be visiting with his family when a small group of gypsies came through the town. He met a girl named Anzhela - and the story went as such stories tend to do. They fell in love, Anzhela became pregnant, and the pair moved into Yegor's tiny flat in downtown Moscow. They married in the late fall of 1978, and resumed his work as a low-level enforcer for a local crime family. Life was generally good: the couple's son, Vasili, was born in the cold January of 1979, and his sister Antonina was born a year later. Yegor's success continued beyond the birth of his third child, Galina, but only barely. He eventually annoyed the wrong people, and was soon blacklisted. Fearing an untimely death at the hands of his rivals, Yegor took his family and left the country with the aid of several hefty bribes, settling them back down in Northern Ontario.

Canada was different. Ten-year-old Vasili and his sister Antonina picked up the language much more quickly and fluently than their parents, and were soon exasperated with the insistence that their mother tongue be spoken at home. A few loans enabled Yegor to start up a chicken farm; unglamorous, but a steady and certain method of income that required very little effort. School turned out to be a problem for Vasili, who bullied and abused the other children of his age without mercy. He was expelled from two public schools over his career and scraped by with the most barely acceptable of grades. The only areas in which he excelled were the few classes on mechanics and anything to do with physical education. When he reached high school he would've been an athletic star - if he had earned the grades to place him on a team. As it was, he simply placed his focus on being the baddest, meanest, rottenest kid he could manage. And he managed well. Peppered within his juvenile life was a colorful police record that included transgressions such as petty theft, disorderly conduct, vandalism, and trespassing.

Vasili graduated high school - barely - and was presented with an enthusiastic invitation to never come back again. In great contrast to Vasili were his beloved sisters, who were at the tops of their classes and were universally adored by their teachers and peers. Vasili got himself a job at a nearby gas station that adjoined an auto garage after high school, choosing to completely ignore the dismal option of going to a community college that he would've been expelled from anyway. He got into vehicles in a big way, and soon started buddying up with the mechanics at the garage. After a year of pumping gas he quit and signed on with the garage instead, and thereafter spent his time on rollers underneath various cars brought in for repair and tuneups. He was bored in no time, however, and was dissatisfied with only working on the vehicles - he wanted his own. After some bothering he convinced his mother to contact her brother, Vova Chalokaev, and a month later Vasili boarded a flight back to Moscow.

Confronted with a very different culture than the one he was expecting, the nineteen-year-old found himself living in a cramped two-room apartment with a grand total of seven relatives, including his uncle Vova. His job-search was unsuccessful. Eventually, though, he met up with a group of young Russians who introduced him to the world of underground boxing - which seemed to be a perfect opportunity. Vasili signed up in a heartbeat, and was promptly and soundly beaten in his first fight. He was also beaten in his second. With his third, however, came a turnaround - and he began fighting his way through every paycheck, earning as much as he could make betting on himself. He came to be fairly well-known during the course of the next two years, but when he was offered a position with the same family that had employed his father he declined and immediately bought himself a ticket back to Canada in the late summer of the year 2000. He didn't return to his parents' chicken farm, though - he stayed in the country only long enough to purchase his first motorcycle, a BMW K 100 RT. It was a relatively ancient bike, manufactured in '85, but it was his - and that was all that mattered.

Vasili Babenkov crossed the Canadian-American border on that bike, armed with bribes and a false American passport. He was soon pumping gas again at the side of the road on a lonely stretch of highway in northern New York State, but it suited him for a time until he once again grew bored. According to the people whose cars he topped off generously, New York City was The Place to become un-bored, so once again the Russian packed his bag and headed south. It took a while for him to get accustomed to the way things worked in the Big Apple, but after some intense searching Vasili found the reject's version of a fight club. It wasn't boxing, but it was something he knew by heart and so he once again started battering human flesh for money. His constitution seemed almost superhuman to the relatively delicate wannabes who came up against him, a thought echoed by a Company agent who frequented the basement fighting rings. One night after a particularly rough fight Vasili found himself bagged - but as it happened he didn't get tagged, because it became clear that he wasn't Evolved. The mistake was admitted and apologized for, and a suspicious Vasili began asking lots of questions. It had already been recognized that the young immigrant was something special - something violent and barely controlled - and it occurred to a few select agents that he was something that, with effort, could be contained and then let loose upon specific targets. Thusly was Vasili offered a place in the Company.

He was set up with a modest apartment in New York City. Intense physical and combat training followed, honing his every last skill and muscle to a level of perfection that Vasili himself previously thought himself incapable of. He was eventually partnered with an Evolved man a few years his senior named Julius Heaton, who he very much Did Not Get Along With. They've been working together for quite some time now, and though they go through constant conflict they are an almost depressingly effective force. Julius is the brains of the pair, though Vasili is not by any means stupid. Julius is the diplomacy, the finesse, the shining veneer - and Vasili is the blunt instrument used to hammer the unlucky into submission. All in all, though, Vasili's situation could be worse than being paid to hit things until they stop moving.

Changes

• [OH GOD HIS FACE] Gunpowder, exploded very close to human skin, does not a happy Vasili make. The lower parts of his jaw and portions of his neck have been burned pretty horribly within the last month, leaving angry red welts and pocked holes in his flesh from where it has healed unevenly. The marks don't look like they're fading.
• [Fingers - Left Hand] Vasili's left hand took some damage during the war. His pinky is present only to its first knuckle, and the ring finger on the same exists to the midpoint between the first and second knuckles. Vasili usually attempts to hide this by wearing close-fingered gloves.

Relationships

The Good

The Bad

• [Felix Ivanov] Cop. FBI. Not a good dude, as far as Vasili is concerned.

The Ugly

• [Giselle Muldoon] Vasili's now-ex-girlfriend. They had a rather violent falling-out in regards to Vasili's new methods, specifically his willingness to attack humans who are sympathetic to the Evolved population. The rift created by their relationship has caused Vasili considerable emotional strain - enough, in fact, to prompt needlessly violent or cruel acts at the mere mention of Giselle. This applies even in abstract terms, such as if someone mentions the relationship of 'girlfriend' as it pertains to him. Vasili's appreciation of Giselle now borders on the outer realms of obsession.