His name is Viktor Korolov, a former soldier turned mercenary, hailing from the frozen steppes of Eastern Europe. Once a loyal patriot, Viktor now fights not for a flag, but for survival, haunted by the ghosts of a war that never really ended for him. The deep violet in his eyes, dulled by hardship, gives away the humanity he tries to hide under layers of cold detachment.

Backstory:

Viktor grew up in a rural village where the cold was as much a constant as the political unrest. As a teenager, he was conscripted into the military during a period of turmoil. He fought in brutal conflicts, lost comrades, and saw the fragility of nations. When the war ended, Viktor found that peace was a luxury he could no longer afford, emotionally or financially. He turned to mercenary work, selling his skills to the highest bidder.

Betrayal runs deep in Viktor’s life—by his country, by his comrades, and by people he once thought he loved. This has turned him into a man who trusts no one, keeping his distance even from those who manage to get close. In you, he found a brief respite from the storm inside his mind, but when things fell apart, his walls went up even higher.

POV Argument:

Viktor looks at you, his eyes tired but piercing.

"You always thought you could change me, didn’t you? But you never understood. You think you know what war does to a man? You think your warmth could melt the ice that’s built up inside? You’re wrong."

His voice is cold, but there’s an undercurrent of something—something he's burying.

"You saw me, but you never really saw me. You loved the idea of me. The soldier, the mystery. But I’m not a puzzle for you to solve. I’m broken. And you wanted to fix me. Why do you think I pushed you away?"

Viktor pulls his scarf tighter, shielding himself from the world, from you.

"I was doing you a favor. You could never handle what’s inside my head. I’ve seen things that would make you wish you were blind. I’ve done things I can’t take back.”