Dimitri Mikhail Solomon
(More of a journal entry; and subject to change depending on how his interactions with several people go)
Now 33 years old
Entry #1
I find it hard to believe I've been stuck on this island for two years, now. This is the most I've stayed in one spot ever since I left the Russian military. Well, maybe the word 'stuck' isn't exactly correct. It's true that I have been enjoying myself out in the woods playing 'ranger,' but there is a certain charm here that I have not felt anywhere else. I'm fairly certain it's not the island's residents, as I have been in minimal contact with everyone here at best. I'm sure some of them even like to akin me to a sort of mountain man or a hermit since I'm often out in the wilderness for weeks at a time, with short breaks in between. Not something I disapprove of entirely, as I find most of the people here somewhat boring. Perhaps it's the prospect of being able to hunt all year long that keeps me enthralled? Perhaps... Or maybe I'm just getting soft in my old age, ha.
As for my personal safari? Well, I've killed just about one of every large predatory cat so far, a bear, couple wolves, a dozen monkeys or so --an annoying bunch they are--, yeah I've been having way too much fun out here, haven't I? No one can say I'm not doing my job, though. Just ask the dozens of tourists I've saved/rescued so far. Sure, not all of them were being chased by a wild animal, some were just plain stupid and got lost, but I think that still counts for doing my job, right? Thanks to the Ivanova family smuggling goodies in for me, I've been able to keep myself sane. Got myself a new sniper rifle, a Dragunov SVD and several drag bags, all for a fairly reasonable price. Yeah it's a military grade rifle, but like hell am I going to give a freakin' bear any chance to get back up!
Bit of a shame what happened to the Ivanova's though. It was from Andrei Ivanova that I found out about Nirvani Island, two years ago. He was a good man, hard working and not afraid to get his hands dirty. I don't think I could ever speak ill of him, having to raise three daughters. Little did I know that shortly after my arrival to Nirvani, he had been killed trying to run some undisclosed items through Africa. I was surprised to hear that his daughters were going to continue his work. I suspect that they were coerced into doing so, but I have too much respect for them to ask. Mari is acting as their runner, which makes sense. The woman has a pilot's license after all. Thanks to their efforts I have a small arsenal stashed away. Why guns are illegal here, I have no idea; especially with all those beasties running about.
To help the Ivanova girls out a little, I've been poaching some creatures for them to sell. Doing so has put a noticeable dent in my expenses, but they are the people I ask to sell the pelts and animals for me in the first place, so... Another interesting thing to note, is that the younger two are planning to move to Nirvani Island for a while. I've been told it's for little Innochka's benefit, but I think they all could use a vacation. That brat, Nakita, said she wanted to hire me while they were on Nirvani. As a favor to their father, I'm not going to charge them anything.
I must admit I find it surprising; that the first person I met on this island is the only person I see on a somewhat regular basis. Catrina is no longer a child, but still clings to the illusion that she's a cat! I've yet to get a straight answer concerning the origins of this abnormality, but everyone here seems to simply accept it, so I should too I suppose. I think I may be turning her into an alcoholic at this rate... Just hope she doesn't turn into an angry drunk with those new claws of hers. Note to self, do not wrestle with her unless wearing protective gear..!
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Entry #2
I think it needs to be mentioned that some people here believe in various deities of nature. Or something of the sort. I'm not too sure what this all means, and quite frankly I could care less. I've been in the wilderness long enough to know its inhabitants, and fairies, are not one of them. People may point out that I've received gifts and letters from anonymous benefactor every year, but I've yet to find any concrete evidence that these little creatures really do exist. The letters I've received have been unhelpful at best, so I hardly see any reason to give the documents any weight in the overall argument, though the author seems to be aware of my activities in the woods. This, I cannot explain; along with the other nuances indicated by a shopkeeper. How does Nirvani Island have electricity, when there is no power plant? A mine that yields many types of metals? An unheard of amount in the viable variety of crops able to grow here? A curious puzzle indeed.
In response to the gifts I've received, I've left said presents at different locations in the wilderness with my own letter attached. The sites themselves are places I use as camping spots, and are away from the tourist's camping grounds. As for my letters? It's more of a note, really. They read "I make my own fortunes in life. Earn my respect if you want it." As expected, my returned gifts and their messages always vanished shortly after but that could be due to a curious animal. I trust my military training to believe that I can elude or detect any human followers. But logically that says then whoever, or whatever is following me, isn't human. Being a military man this seems quite childish at best.
Many times I've wondered if I'm over thinking this. But even I cannot deny that sometimes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end for seemingly no reason at all. It's a different feeling altogether when compared to being watched by a predatory animal. I don't feel as if I'm in any immediate danger, exactly. More as if whatever is spying on me wants to remind me that it's there, watching. Such a feeling is quite unsettling... I've yet to speak with any of the island's senior residents about this topic. My pride sees no logical reason to back down from its denial of fairies. And until I actually see one, I see no reason to either.
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People
Cartrina Murrow: Update to friend
Vladimir Tepe: Update to stranger
Yoakim Leblanc: Update to stranger
Ivanova Sisters: Update to friend
Now 33 years old
Entry #1
I find it hard to believe I've been stuck on this island for two years, now. This is the most I've stayed in one spot ever since I left the Russian military. Well, maybe the word 'stuck' isn't exactly correct. It's true that I have been enjoying myself out in the woods playing 'ranger,' but there is a certain charm here that I have not felt anywhere else. I'm fairly certain it's not the island's residents, as I have been in minimal contact with everyone here at best. I'm sure some of them even like to akin me to a sort of mountain man or a hermit since I'm often out in the wilderness for weeks at a time, with short breaks in between. Not something I disapprove of entirely, as I find most of the people here somewhat boring. Perhaps it's the prospect of being able to hunt all year long that keeps me enthralled? Perhaps... Or maybe I'm just getting soft in my old age, ha.
As for my personal safari? Well, I've killed just about one of every large predatory cat so far, a bear, couple wolves, a dozen monkeys or so --an annoying bunch they are--, yeah I've been having way too much fun out here, haven't I? No one can say I'm not doing my job, though. Just ask the dozens of tourists I've saved/rescued so far. Sure, not all of them were being chased by a wild animal, some were just plain stupid and got lost, but I think that still counts for doing my job, right? Thanks to the Ivanova family smuggling goodies in for me, I've been able to keep myself sane. Got myself a new sniper rifle, a Dragunov SVD and several drag bags, all for a fairly reasonable price. Yeah it's a military grade rifle, but like hell am I going to give a freakin' bear any chance to get back up!
Bit of a shame what happened to the Ivanova's though. It was from Andrei Ivanova that I found out about Nirvani Island, two years ago. He was a good man, hard working and not afraid to get his hands dirty. I don't think I could ever speak ill of him, having to raise three daughters. Little did I know that shortly after my arrival to Nirvani, he had been killed trying to run some undisclosed items through Africa. I was surprised to hear that his daughters were going to continue his work. I suspect that they were coerced into doing so, but I have too much respect for them to ask. Mari is acting as their runner, which makes sense. The woman has a pilot's license after all. Thanks to their efforts I have a small arsenal stashed away. Why guns are illegal here, I have no idea; especially with all those beasties running about.
To help the Ivanova girls out a little, I've been poaching some creatures for them to sell. Doing so has put a noticeable dent in my expenses, but they are the people I ask to sell the pelts and animals for me in the first place, so... Another interesting thing to note, is that the younger two are planning to move to Nirvani Island for a while. I've been told it's for little Innochka's benefit, but I think they all could use a vacation. That brat, Nakita, said she wanted to hire me while they were on Nirvani. As a favor to their father, I'm not going to charge them anything.
I must admit I find it surprising; that the first person I met on this island is the only person I see on a somewhat regular basis. Catrina is no longer a child, but still clings to the illusion that she's a cat! I've yet to get a straight answer concerning the origins of this abnormality, but everyone here seems to simply accept it, so I should too I suppose. I think I may be turning her into an alcoholic at this rate... Just hope she doesn't turn into an angry drunk with those new claws of hers. Note to self, do not wrestle with her unless wearing protective gear..!
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Entry #2
I think it needs to be mentioned that some people here believe in various deities of nature. Or something of the sort. I'm not too sure what this all means, and quite frankly I could care less. I've been in the wilderness long enough to know its inhabitants, and fairies, are not one of them. People may point out that I've received gifts and letters from anonymous benefactor every year, but I've yet to find any concrete evidence that these little creatures really do exist. The letters I've received have been unhelpful at best, so I hardly see any reason to give the documents any weight in the overall argument, though the author seems to be aware of my activities in the woods. This, I cannot explain; along with the other nuances indicated by a shopkeeper. How does Nirvani Island have electricity, when there is no power plant? A mine that yields many types of metals? An unheard of amount in the viable variety of crops able to grow here? A curious puzzle indeed.
In response to the gifts I've received, I've left said presents at different locations in the wilderness with my own letter attached. The sites themselves are places I use as camping spots, and are away from the tourist's camping grounds. As for my letters? It's more of a note, really. They read "I make my own fortunes in life. Earn my respect if you want it." As expected, my returned gifts and their messages always vanished shortly after but that could be due to a curious animal. I trust my military training to believe that I can elude or detect any human followers. But logically that says then whoever, or whatever is following me, isn't human. Being a military man this seems quite childish at best.
Many times I've wondered if I'm over thinking this. But even I cannot deny that sometimes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end for seemingly no reason at all. It's a different feeling altogether when compared to being watched by a predatory animal. I don't feel as if I'm in any immediate danger, exactly. More as if whatever is spying on me wants to remind me that it's there, watching. Such a feeling is quite unsettling... I've yet to speak with any of the island's senior residents about this topic. My pride sees no logical reason to back down from its denial of fairies. And until I actually see one, I see no reason to either.
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People
Cartrina Murrow: Update to friend
Vladimir Tepe: Update to stranger
Yoakim Leblanc: Update to stranger
Ivanova Sisters: Update to friend
