Aleksandr Kamarov

[Aleksandr Kamarov]

::Aleksandr Kamarov::

"The Russian Ninja!"

::Biographical::
Name: Aleksandr Kamarov
Alias: Alek, The Russian Ninja
Species: Human
Homeworld: Gelendzhik, Russia, Earth
Gender: Male
Born: August 10, 1968 (43)

::Physical::
Height: 5'9"
Hair: Dark hair, cut to military standards though often messy due to the nature of his work. Very little effort is put into its upkeep unless he is attending some sort of formal event
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Somewhat olive from Russian heritage, often smeared with some sort of grease or enginer fluid
Features: Some scarring on hands from injuries suffered while carrying out repairs
Attire: Alek is typically dressed in his enlisted crewman coveralls, bright orange and yellow in colour and designed to keep him safe while crawling around the innards of the Achilles. In downtime he prefers to wear the expedition's uniform, and is rarely seen in civilian clothing.
Face Claim: Justin Theroux

::Psychological::
Strengths:

• Highly skilled mechanic & engineer
  
• Quick to learn alien technologies
  
• Natural leader
  
• Loyal beyond belief
  
• Sense of humour - sometimes lost in translation..

Weaknesses:

• Poor English
  
• Lacks combat skills & experience
  
• Quick to lose his temper
  
• Known to bite off more than he can chew
  
• Often bumps heads with his capitalist co-workers
  
• Slight fear of heights

Likes:

• Communism – all working together for a common cause!
  
• Working with his hands – Kamarov can’t stand sitting back and watching
  
• Innovation & problem solving – he refuses to let dilemmas get the better of him
  
• Civilians and NCOs – he can better relate to them
  
• MOTHER RUSSIAN – anything and everything associated with his homeland
  
• His ‘team’ – Alek prefers to work with those he’d had dealings with in the past
  
• Alien technology –he finds nothing more satisfying that figuring out how to work foreign equipment
  
• Humour – having said that, his Russian brand of comedy is sometimes lost in translation
  
• The Russian tongue – particularly conversing and cursing with it
  
• Those furry KGB hats – you know, the ones with the red stars on them. Seriously. Awesome.

Dislikes:

• Insects - thanks to the Nidhogg!
  
• Capitalism –and corporate greed in general. Share the wealth!
  
• Junior officers – typically arrogant and disrespectful, in his eyes anyway
  
• Duties of middle management – Kamarov would rather be working than filling papers
  
• Waste – unless a piece of tech crumbles in his hands, it can still be salvaged
  
• Aggression – seriously, an M16 can’t solve all the world’s problems
  
• Americans – at least initially. Some have gotten under his armour
  
• Politics – foreign affairs have held back the Stargate program for far too long
  
• ’Talkers’ – Alek is a man of few words, and appreciates this in others
  
• Unsafe heights – don’t ask. Seriously. He’ll zat you twice.

Personality:Kamarov considers himself to be a fish out of water. When he first joined TF Ida he was the only Russian among a crew of Westerns, with which whom his broken English made communication difficult. As such he is often seen as quiet and withdrawn, a man of few words often grumbling under his breath in his native tongue. He takes some time to warm to new people - especially capitalists - though once someone makes it past his tough exterior, Alek quickly proves himself to be a loyal friend.

Stress is not something the engineer handles well. His approach to technology to to first try and fix it, then try again, try a third time, then find the largest and heaviest wrench he can and beat said technology into submission. His frustration often boils over into an abusive bilingual rant, directed at the cause of his anger, interspersing his efforts to fix whatever is broken. This approach more often than not leads to the problem only being made worst, but old habits do die hard.

Considering himself to be a 'do-er', Alek is happiest when up to his elbows in alien technology, never able to sit back and shuffle paperwork while other get all the fun. While a man of action he prefers to use technology over weapons, owing in part to his lack of combat training and experience. Over-aggression by his superiors and co-workers is something he doesn't handle particularly well.

As an engineer, Kamarov is adept as problem solving and applying logic to any obstacles that confront him. Maybe a like OCD in nature, he likes to see things in order and sequence, allowing him to grasp what is wrong and what needs to be done to correct a dilemma. This need to understand both the big and little picture often causes him to bit off more than he can chew, which in turns leads back to him taking out his frustration on inanimate objects.

::Professional::
Occupation: Chief engineer
Rank: Senior Praporshchik (Senior Warrant Officer, pay grade: E-9)
Organization: Russian Federation Air Force (VVS)
Languages: Russian, English (kinda..)
Equipment: Various tools and diagnostic equipment stuffed into the pockets of his coverals. Carried a rugged SGC issued laptops when dealing with enemy computer systems, and when needed he spots a Russian built sub-machinegun.

::History::
Born in 1968 in the resort town of Gelendzhik, near the Black Sea. Despite his large family and low socio-economical background, Aleksandr did enjoy his childhood, and attended a local high school where he excelled at maths, physics and practical subjects such as metal work and construction. Father Yakov is a smelter, mother Larisa is a waitress at a local resort. Two younger brothers (Yuri and Victor) and a younger half-sister Natalia, who he is yet to meet.

Knowing there was little future ahead of him at home, Aleksandr enlisted in the Russian Federation Air Force (VVS) in 1987. Upon graduation of basic training he was assigned to the 6th Air Army, and carried out technical training in aircraft engineering and maintenance. His first posting was at Kilp-Yavr with the 9th Fighter Aviation Regiment, working on the Su-27 air superiority fighter. During this time he was promoted to Gefreiter (E-3), and reassigned to the 159th Fighter Aviation Regiment at Besovets Airport, continuing his work on the Su-27.

In 1990, Aleksandr was promoted to Junior Sergeant, and moved to the 120th Guards Fighter Aviation Regiment at Domna, part of the 14th Air Army. Here he was introduced to the MiG-29 multi-role fighter, and served as a maintenance detachment crew chief. By 1992 he had again been promoted to Sergeant, and 12 months later he was working on MiG-31's at Sokolovka with the 530th Interceptor Aviation Regiment. He served six years with the 530th, before return to work with the Su-25 at Galenki with the 11th Air Army's 18th Assault Air Regiment.

Come 2000, Aleksandr was promoted to the rank of Senior Sergeant, and upon finishing his tenure with the 18th Air Regiment he was introduced to the Russian involvement with the Stargate program. His lack of combat experience stopped him from serving on the short-lived Russian SG team, though he was a key part of Russian technical involvement in Stargate program. In 2004 he was commissioned as a Russian Warrant Officer - Praporshchik - in recognition of his highly developed technical skills and experience. He served aboard the Earth battle cruiser Korolev, given to the Russians by the US, and was one of the lucky few to escape with his life following the ships destruction at the hands of the Ori. He later missed out on initial Russia deployment of the Icarus that was captured by Ba'al en route to Delian expedition base due to delays with training aboard the Aircraft carrier Admiral Kuznetsov.

In December 2006, Alek found himself aboard the USS Icarus as the deputy chief engineer, and the only Russian crewmember to serve with Task Force Ida during its second tour of duty. He was with TF Ida during the resurgent Nidhogg invasion of the Ida Galaxy, with his technical knowledge coming in very handy when it came to dealing with the bugs. Along with other expedition members - particularly Abi Ely - he was able to create an interface to allow human and Nidhogg data systems to be interfaced.

It was during this time he received the nickname of 'The Russian Ninja' from none other than Abi, whom he grew somewhat close with. In June 2007 he was a part of the crew that was captured by the Nighodd and held for five months before being freed by SD-5. With the Asgard now gone and the Nidhogg close to conquering the whole galaxy, Alek and the rest of TF Ida were pulled out and reassigned to the Delian Expedition.

Appointed as a senior engineer, Alek served at the Delta Site for approximately six months before requesting a transfer back to Earth. With his experience he was reintegrated back into the Russian Stargate program, where he moved between Russian, the SGC and other IOA countries. When the US agreed to construct a 304-series cruiser and hand her over to Mother Russia, Alek was sent to Area 51 to help oversee construction. The end result was the RFS Chekov, named after the former commander of the Russian Stargate program.

Following the launch of the Chekov in early 2010, Kamarov served on the vessel, bringing his experience from the Ida expedition. A year later he was approached and offered the position of chief engineer aboard the latest Oedipus-class supercarrier, a large ship set to be part of TF Ida's third tour of duty, which he quickly accepted.

::Sample::

0750 - 3 days prior to launch
Area 51
Battlecruiser dry dock

With a slight yawn, Aleksandr Kamarov placed his thumb on the scanner and officially clocked on for the upcoming shift. The Russian engineer would be here until 1600, an eight hour shift during which he would be frantically working to have the USS Achilles ready to make her launch date in three days. While it was the second 306-class vessel that had been built here at Area 51, it didn't mean that they had everything down pat. A number of setbacks and accidents had put them behind schedule, something the proud Russian was looking to correct.

Kamarov made his way into the staff room, and way quickly brought up to speed by those who had worked the previous 0000-0800 shift. The bags under their eyes reminded the engineer just how lucky he was to work the 'day shift'. In theory there was meant to be a rotation so people didn't get stuck with the same hours, but that had gone out the window the moment the higher-ups had realized just how behind they were.

Now fully debriefed on what had been achieved, and more importantly what needed to be done, Kamarov took a seat at the small table that dominated the centre of the room. Looking at the clock he noted that the other members of his shift still had ten minutes to arrive before work commenced. Somewhat on the tired side, Alek folded his hands on the table in front of him and placed his head on top, closing his eyes to try and catch a few more minutes of sleep before the other arrived. Unprofessional? Yes, but better than falling asleep with a live plasma cutter in your hands.

For what was only a minute but thankfully seemed like longer, the Russian engineer was able to escape the daily grind of building an inter-galactic space cruiser and allow himself to recharge. He thought about nothing, clearing his mind of the problems and deadlines and mathematic equations that plagued his daily existence. It was heaven.

Though of course, it didn't last.

The door to the break room - seemingly designed to be as loud as possible in its operation - slid open, jolting Kamarov back into reality. He jerked upright in his chair, almost falling off, and looked around to see who had entered. Expecting it to be a four-star general with marching orders in his hand intend on sending Alek back to the Motherland, he was thankful to see Miss Cobb enter the room, apparently in some sort of physical confrontation with her breakfast.

The young woman was a skilled engineer, handy with her hands, and one of the best welders on his crew. At her age Alek had been but a junior airman in the glorious Russian Air Force, a bright eyed man dreaming of the wonderful adventures that awaited him. Naturally, no one had told him that he'd eventually end up spending months at a time living underneath a US facility that technically didn't exist, building and welding his life away and never seeing the light of day.

"Good morning Tabitha," he replied in accented English, watching her bounce on her chair with youthful energy. How he envied her, yet to have her spirit broken by the military machine. Scratching his hair he sat upright in his chair, trying to feint some sort of alertness. It took a moment to recall where the young engineer had been working, and he mulled this over while trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. "How is work on frame twelve?"

Propping his arms up on the table and resting his chin on it, Alek focused what little attention he had this morning on Tabitha and her report. Yes, he had been informed that the welds around frame nine had been patchy, and as expected, no one had raised their hand to take responsibility for the shotty-workmanships. It was one thing to botch some welds down on Earth where the machine in question could be brought down and repaired, but it was something entirely different to have a hull plate or two fly off during a hyperspeed jump. They weren't being ironic when they called it hard vacuum.

Now knowing the progress of the last shift, it was time to plot their moves for the next eight or so hours. Obviously there were still some hull plates that needed to be sealed, and on the way in Alek had spied a lone Asgard sensor array in the hall that no doubt needed to be tacked on somewhere. Pieces of alien technology were seldom left lying around for no reason. Once they stuck the array to the hull they'd need to wire it in and run some sort of complicated diagnostic, the duties of those more attuned than Alek to the digital world of computers.

In other words, there was a hell of a lot of work to get done, and very little time.

"I will be fine thanks," he replied to her offer of coffee, weakly waving his arm. "Dah, I've have gotten little sleep as of late," Kamarov added, though trying to avoid explaining why. Best not to mix his work and personal life.

"How are you finding work at SGC?" he asked the young engineer, waiting for the other to join them. "Is not as glamorous and first expected, dah?"

::Player::
Name: Jay
Experience: 4.5 years on SGD (staff)
Characters: Just Alek - for now >_>
Referral: LOLWAT?
Password: PEEPEE!

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