Character Name: Kriton Adonis Volkov
Nickname: K, Krit(long I)
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Grade: Townie
Subject: n/a
Race: Water Nymph
Play-by: Keegan Allen
Appearance:

Kriton is of average build and height. He is around 5 foot 9 inches. While he is muscular he has a very lean build. His muscles may not be as defined as some other guys', but do not let that fool you. He does not get his build from synthetic ways. No, Krit believes in a good, hard workout to achieve his strength. He weighs around 160, a good weight for a man of his size. He tends to be pasty during the winter and tan during the summer. He does not believe in fake tans, so he does not have one till summer when he can get a natural one. His hair is a medium brown color. He normally keeps it short, some times spiking it with gel and other times just letting it fall however. Either way he makes it look good. His eyes are an icy blue color, often catching those that look him in the eye off guard. It's a favorite feature of most ladies he meets. He has a sculptic look about him, with very chiseled, hard features. He has an aristocratic look about him as well, appearing to be a snobby rich kid when you first meet him.

Personality:

Kriton, first and foremost, is a snobby rich kid. Due to his father's rather large and wealthy business, Kriton always got what he wanted. He really does not know the meaning of the word 'no.' Being an only child did not help matters. His parents doted on him which boosted his ego way through the roof. He's very self absorbed and holds himself above all others, except for his parents.

While he is a pompous, self entitled rich bastard, he is actually very smart. He took most of his father's business over at a young age and runs it very well. He does not make mistakes, very often... He is very calculating and efficient. He thinks about every move he makes twice before he does it, to be sure that nothing can possibly go wrong and that everything runs smoothly. He is also very cruel. If something does go wrong, he will find out who is to blame and that person will feel his wrath, no questions asked. He does not know what the feelings of sympathy and sadness are. He does not consider himself to have any weaknesses, and if he finds one he will find a way to get rid of it. He works well under high stress situations. The only time he actually becomes stressed is if something goes wrong that he cannot fix. Any other time he is as cool and calm as can be.

He does have a way with the ladies. They are all attracted to his good looks, and then they are attracted to his money. However, being one of Krit's ladies could be dangerous because if they find out too much, they tend to disappear without a trace.

History:

(courtesy of vet )

Kriton Volkov grew up like every priveledged little cretin with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was well used to getting what he wanted when he wanted. His family hails from Greece, his bloodline long known in that country for their nasty blood feuds. A particularly violent one had turned the Volkov family out, and they fled - with their vast amounts of blood money - to the states where there was seemingly infinite numbers of people to extort, bully, and swindle.

As a child, Kriton had no rules or limits at all. If he wanted to drive a Ferrari before he got his learner's permit, Daddy-dearest would take him on down to his privately owned airfield that housed six jets and a few hundred vehicles meant for 'business.' He was privately tutored by the best available. If the teacher failed him in a class for being irresponsible with his homework, they were intimidated, threatened, and browbeaten until the grade was changed. If the teachers wanted to report such things, the Volkovs would merely have to point out the vast amounts of money they had to make little problems like them go away. Permanently.

Based in Las Vegas, there was never a lack of income. Papavasiliou Volkov, Kriton's father, was well-known and well feared in the city limits. He owned dozens of casinos along the strip. The amount of revenue pulled in by just one of them in a year was more than what an ordinary Joe could pull in after an entire lifetime of working. However, this money wasn't exactly one hundred percent pristine and shiny. It was tainted with blood. Whether it was the drug smuggling, the human trafficking, or just the plain loan sharking deals that brought in the majority, no one but the Volkov family knew for sure. Papa V - as Kriton's father was known - had an immaculate secretary who never missed a dime, though that was more due to the fact that she knew the true duress under which she worked. Any mishap would result in not only the end of her life, but her family's as well.

The Volkovs ran their business similarly to the Mafia. Screw ups just didn't happen. If they did, they were erased. At eighteen, Kriton took up a good portion of his father's business. While the casinos were a major portion of that management, his hands were far from clean. Ex-soldiers who had no qualms about using their training to threaten or kill innocents were hired on his team, used as enforcers for any who stepped too far out of line.

While there were plenty of witnesses for crimes performed under the order of the Volkovs, law enforcement could never get anything to stick. Slippery as eels, the family wheedled their way out of any entanglements with the law by being smart. Any who got too close...well, they weren't often found again unless it was in pieces.

Rising up in the ranks - and working hard to gain the respect of his father - Kriton stepped on any who could give him a leg up the ladder of his father's franchise. He was well known for paying strict attention to detail and getting things done right. It wasn't until one particular case that he miscalculated. Miscalculated poorly.

Kent Reinstorf had just been another worker. He worked the less than clean jobs for Kriton. Mostly, they were day jobs - and therefore highest risk - but occasionally he'd take a night shift. On the night of an excruciatingly important pick up, Kent hadn't showed and Kriton had lost a shipment of high dollar, pure ecstasy meant to hit the streets the next week to the feds. The wrath of no god could compare to that of Kriton that night.

Kent Reinstorf would pay with his life. That he knew of, the worker had no family Kriton could extort. As far as he'd heard, Kent's wife had died the year before and there wasn't anyone left. An example had to be made of this man who'd screwed him over so hard.

Imagine his surprise the next day when after he shoots Mr. Reinstorf point blank in the face himself when he sees a teenager of remarkably similar features to the man laying dead before him as his blood pooled to soak the floor.

How had she stayed a secret from him? He never made mistakes like that. Kriton had no time to contemplate the mishap longer, for the girl was running down the hall and away from him. He pursued, but in the end, she managed to escape. It didn't take a genius to know this was bad. No money could save him should this girl find her way to trial and pick him out, tossing accusations towards him and bringing his entire family's lifework down around their ears. He would not be the cause of such a clusterfuck. It wasn't hard to figure out what needed to be done.

He had to hunt her down and kill her.

But she'd disappeared. Vanished into the system of protective custody. However, no secrets existed that couldn't be bought. Greasing a few greedy palms of corrupt law enforcement, Kriton found the location of Carrie Reinstorf's hideout. He sent his men in to exterminate her and those who protected her. But they'd botched that up as well! While trained officers lay dead in the house, a frightened girl had escaped death again.

She was a loose end that had to be silenced. His hunt for her became all consuming, but the girl was remarkably adept at keeping a low profile. More than once, he'd gotten close. Any trail left behind by her was miniscule with little clue to where she was or even who she'd become. Private investigators had been hired. Each had failed.

As the years passed, Kriton had begun to feel she would be too frightened to even bother exposing him. Still, it was unsettling to say the least to know that someone somewhere held the lever to his noose. Finding Carrie Reinstorf became more of a pet project spent in his private time rather than the main focus of his business. Life went on, after all. He wouldn't live in fear of a little girl while he had work to do and money to make.

It just so happened one day that Kriton's business carried him to a small town in New Orleans. At a diner, he'd picked up the local paper while eating breakfast. There was a feature of the local high school. A picture had several staff members placed with students as they worked on several different projects. Though her face wasn't fully exposed, her attention devoted to her teaching as someone had snapped a candid, Kriton knew it was her. Carrie's face had plagued his dreams as he imagined finding her and finally putting an end to the control she'd had over his life for too many years.

During his hunt, Kriton felt he knew this...Maeve Murrough like one would a close friend. He'd studied her habits - of which there were admittedly few - and tendencies. Her preferences and patterns. Each revealed a bit of her that he found rather intriguing. For a girl - well, woman now - that he'd met only once as she fled from him, the water nymph felt he had an intricate understanding for who she was at the core. She'd gotten careless. Despite the care with which she'd taken to keep out of his sights, it had been but a fluke that he stumbled upon such a gift. It was the first time he'd found any hint of her settling down.

For a hunt that had lasted so long, he wasn't sure he was willing to end so quickly anymore. She'd found a life for herself. Made something of herself. She wasn't living in fear - that he could see - as he'd always imagined. He'd just have to bring the fear to her.

On a whim, Kriton informed his father of a leave of absence from the company before renting out a home that would suit his purposes of playing with his food before he shredding it to pieces.

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