[Wild Goose]

Yo, Kha! The CV of Mikhail Dornitz for Rebuild of Strikers!

Spoiler for Mikhail Dornitz, Intelligence Officer:

Name: Mikhail Dornitz
Ace Name: N/A
Callsign: N/A
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Origin: Erusia
Affiliation: Time-Space Administration Bureau, Midchilda
Position: Intelligence Analyst & Investigation/Interrogation Specialist (Temporary Duty with Riot Force 6)
Rank: O-2

Conventional Style: Reserve combat personnel (Assault class)
Conventional Weapons:
- One MA5C Assault rifle, chambered for 7.62x51mm, with optional flashlight, underslung 40mm grenade launcher, or shotgun attachment
- One pistol, chambered for 12.7x40mm
- Two M7 Submachine Guns, chambered for 5x23mm caseless, with optional red dot sight attachment (can be modified to M7S Supressed Submachinegun)
Ammunition: 7.62mm FMJ, 7.62x51mm TTR, 12.7x40mm SAPHE, 12.7x40mm TTR, 5x23mm FMJ, 5x23mm TTR & 5x23mm subsonic

Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 177
Build: Slightly chubby
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Hair Style: Wavy
Facial Features: Slightly chubby, easygoing features. Wears clear-lensed glasses.
Clothing: Wears TSAB Navy Class A Blues at official functions, Ground Forces Class A Browns at RF6, gray t-shirt and woodland camo fatigue pants for PT. Wears boots instead of officer shoes.

TSAB Profile: Mikhail Dornitz isn't as high profile as the mages he works with every day. He's quiet and most people don't take notice of him, which suits him just fine.

Unlike Verossa Acous, Mikhail is very much a behind the scenes intelligence operative. He's had combat training, and like all OFM personnel is a good shot, but his primary focus is on intelligence work and investigation. A former member of the military-style police force of occupied Erusia, the Gardai, he brings cop smarts to intelligence work, and is careful and dilligent, and will leave no stone unturned. A good officer and a team player, his promotion has been delayed only due to his neglect to career advancement and focus on work.

Personality:
- Alignment: Lawful Good
Mikhail is honest, just, and believes in law, order, and Doing The Right Thing. This has at times caused friction between him and his friends Franz Jaeger and Mikhail "Mike" Dragunov, though they've manage to reconcile their differences. When before he once believed in the criminal justice system and court martials, Mikhail has seen too much corruption in the TSAB to believe in the idea of fair trials, so he's not whole-heartedly behind the Order and assasinations.

Mikhail is honest, upright, principled, and loyal. He is also a perfect gentleman, which he attributes as the reason he has never gotten laid, ever; he used to joke with Franz and Mike that they were three Eternal Virgins. At any rate, he's a very well-balanced individual, with no outstanding issues... except for a fetish involving twins...

Mikhail is normally a nice, quiet guy, but he can be provoked to fits of temper, and at times when he's had too much to drink, he sinks into a melancholy mood. Possibly as a way of compensating for being a REMF staff puke, he's very fond of his guns, bringing them wherever he goes if at all possible.

History:
Mikhail was formerly a member of the Gardai, as was Franz. Unlike Franz, he actually spent more time with the Gardai before his eventual recruitment into the Order. While in the Gardai, he served in the Intelligence Division, which was responsible for surveiling criminals and digging into their empires, and formulating intelligence for raids. He was also an interrogator, and it was in the roles of intelligence formulator and interrogator that he joined the Order of Freelance Mages.

Mikhail's work is highly classified, but it is known that he is a key member of the Intelligence Section, and he has been involved in the intelligence gathering for at least three operations: the snatch and grab of TSAB traitor Vincenza Blueno, the preparations for the assault on the rogue XV-class ship Exeter, and the premission planning of the OFM's HALO assault excercise on RF6. He, along with Franz, were also the lead interrogators for Vincenza Blueno after she was captured. Apart from his intelligence work and interrogator skills, he has basic crime-scene skills, and has studied profiling as a means of understanding his opponents.

Mikhail was good friends with Franz Jaeger and Mike Dragunov, the former Lance 1 and CO of Lance Flight; the three were drinking buddies and would hang out together or go cruising bars trying to pick up chicks. The relationship between the three of them went through a rough phase some time prior to Mike's death, as a result of a lust polygon that emerged out of nowhere (essentially, Lance Flight mage Katrina Mosin lusted after Franz, who was unnerved and freaked out by the attention, while both Mikhail and Mike lusted after Katrina, and Franz wanted them to do her so as to get her off his back). Several days before Mike died, he and Mikhail had an argument, and Mikhail's biggest regret is that he never apologised to his friend.

Years after the event, Mikhail has done his best to move on. Now, with a TDY assignment to RF6, he's looking forward to a hopeful future, a chance to make a difference in another place, another opportunity to Do The Right Thing...

...and hopefully lose the Eternal Virgin status.

Also, a quick intro short for Mikhail:

Spoiler for Three Guys and a bottle of Vodka:

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

"...two, I think. You look double."

"That's a lie!" shouted Mikhail Dornitz, slamming his palm on the table. "Admit your guilt, traitor!"

"...Sweet Guiness, you're still not over Blueno yet?" muttered Franz Jaeger. "Sheesh man, that was 4 years ago! What the hell's your problem!"

"I had a great chance to lose my Eternal Virgin status with her, and I didn't take it! That's what! Me and my principles! My goddamn principles! I can't get laid with them!"

None of the few people in the room that had been refitted as the Order's bar paid him any notice. The OFM bar was a place to relax and unwind and to yell and unwind. The beer was subsidised by the OFM out of creative black budget accounting, but if you wanted other drinks, you'd have to bring them yourself, which was how Mikhail and Franz had gotten the VERY large bottle of vodka from Erusia. Erusian vodka had a kick to it that Midchildan liquor just didn't have. The only problem with it was that if you'd gotten the Stier Highlands Vodka, as had both of them, you tended to be a miserable emo drunk.

Mikhail Dornitz leaned back and knocked another shot down, sighing unhappily at his old friend. "What the hell's the matter with us?" he asked sadly. "We're young. We're good looking. We're polite. We're gentlemen. And then guys like Psycho go out and work their way through a brothel, servicing all 21 girls, doing them 4 times each! What the hell is he full of?! All I want is a pair of cheerleader twins! Is that too much to ask? What the hell is Psycho full of??!?!"

"Just lots of jism, you sick fuck," spat Psycho, gazing with something approaching drunken adoration at Leena Tokarev. It had been... well, there was something between him and her. Though she definately didn't reciprocate his... actually, no one was sure what was on Psycho's mind. Though it probably involved bondage and explosives.

"Oh, go to hell," sighed Franz. "I'm waaaaay to tired for insults. Gimme that bottle."

"What, no drink for me?"

"Go fuck Katrina, Mike," said Franz, evidently too drunk to notice or even care that the long-dead Mike Dragunov had taken a seat and set a shotglass on the table. He did fill Mike's glass. "How're things where you are?"

"Being dead sucks," the latter sighed. "I can't escape Katrina... or she who calls herself Bleh."

"...I'm confused and drunk," admitted Franz. "Who's Bleh?"

"She was part of the shitstorm," said Mikhail sadly. "You know. Katrina chasing after you. Me and Mike chasing after Katrina. And Bleh here... she was a loli who was chasing after Mike. She didn't get him though. Something about wanting to rape him and plant her eggs in his stomach."

"I dunno how much more fail you can get, Mike," said Franz, raising his glass in mock salute. "All this and you STILL can't get laid? Eternal Virgin fits you well."

"Yeah, well, none of you have been laid yet."

"That was mean," said Mihkail, taking another shot. "So how's the afterlife?"

"Bleh chases after me, I'm chasing after Katrina, Katrina's watching over Franz," said Mike, sighing sadly. "it's one madcap neverending chase."

A hoarse cry ripped through the bar, as Franz rubbed his aching eyes and moaned, "For fucks sakes, both of you, just GO AND FUCK KATRINA ALREADY! Remove that stick up her ass and replace it with the RODS OF YOUR MANHOODS!"

"We're eternal virgins, remember?" chided Mike. "And she's dead and so is me."

"I don't fucking care; fuck her before she ruins my career! That's why she's after me: I didn't return her affections and my girl called her a bitch, so she's gonna fuck my career from beyond the grave!"

"I'd tap her," mused Mikhail. "Her and her twin sister. At the same time."

"You sick fuck," spat Psycho; nobody paid attention to the demolitions explosive - to him, almost everyone was a sick fuck. (Except the Colonel, the XO, the Sergeant Major, and the Master Chief. You did NOT fuck with either of them, even if you were Psycho.)

"Look, guys," sighed a Franz, strangely lucid in his drunkeness, "Just sexxor her and turn her attentions to you guys so she leaves me alone. Otherwise she's gonna fuck up my career from beyond the grave. She's a bitch like that."

Mike snorted in derision. "Why didn't YOU fuck her then?"

"It's against my religion to fuck snarky bitches, because a core tenet of my religion is to fuck women in a way that they enjoy it and come back for more. The guy who created it was merciful enough to point out, don't do it to snarky bitches, else you'll be sucked into a cycle of living hell."

"...can I join this religion?" asked Mike eagerly. "Anything to keep me from Katrina. Any religion has got to be better than none."

"Sure, so long as you only have sex with one woman. That's what really turns people off. My religion's kink is a loving het relationship. That's the sickest kink out there, so I understand."

"...shit, i'd better be a godless heathen."

"Don't, you'll end up like Psycho."

"Dude, he HAS religion," retorted Mikhail. "You never seen his rosary or hear him sing his praise songs?"

"Right, but his is the Cult of the Explosive, worshipping the Detonation God."

Mike shuddered visibly, his visage appearing to flicker. "Okay, change of subject. What guns are ya bringing with ya to RF6 tomorrow, Mikhail?"

"Well, Franz wanted me to just bring a small pistol. But I need to defend myself against all those Gadgets. I've got my pistol and HEAP and TTR ammo... but I can't decide what my primary is gonna be. MA5C. M7. MA5C. M7. I cannot choose! MA5C! M7! I WOULD DATE YOU BOTH!"

"Don't shout. Please. It hurts. Do you want to get Katrina and Bleh's attention?"

"I don't care Mike, you're dead," said Mikhail bitterly. "I... I think I'll bring the Assault rifle and two SMGs. Twin SMGs. Everything is better with twins."

"Go to hell, you sick fuck!"

"You too, Psycho!"

Franz groaned and slumped, letting his head rest on the table. "Being drunk is not supposed to be depressing, guys. Wait, I'm already depressed to start with. Well, I thi-"

Whatever he would have said, however, was interrupted by an icy wind and a shout of terrifying cold fury: "ONII-CHAAAAAAAAAAAN!"

"Wow, your sister is HOT," grinned Mike, toasting Naomi as she stalked into the bar. "Man, I'd tap her... she got any twins? Twins make everything better."

"Amen, brother," agreed Mikhail wholeheartedly, appreciating the sway of Naomi's hips as she drew nearer to their table. "Not much on top, but damn, that's one helluva fine ass. Mm-hmmm, I'd do it all night long."

"...I'm going to kill both of you," said Franz calmly. "Nobody talks like that about my girl."

"ONII-CHAN! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HOME THREE HOURS AGO!"

"...why, hello there, Naomi."

Franz really should have figured out that if Glen used that on Emili and it didn't work, he had no chance of using it sucessfully on Naomi. Indeed, that simple phrase merely set off the tsuntsun levels even higher.

Spoiler:

"DON'T YOU WHY HELLO THERE ME! YOU'RE COMING BACK WITH ME NOW!!!"



Both Mikhail and Mike laughed as Naomi dragged Franz out of the bar, and then sighed ruefully. "He'll probably be the first to get laid. Even if it is to his sister," said Mike. "Goddamnit all."

"Yeah, so I'm thinking I'll bring twin Assault Rifles, twin SMGs, twin pistols..."

"Yeah, twins are god's gift to us all," agreed Mike whole-heartedly; their shared fetish for twins was what had drawn him to Mikhail, after all.

"Dragunov, Dortniz. Stop talking about twins, you sick fucks!"

"Go to hell, Nagant, twins make EVERYTHING BETTER!" they shouted.

* * * * *

"So, all set to go?" grinned Franz cheerily, gazing at the bright sun. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

"...urgh."

"Hey, don't feel too bad. New place. Lotsa hawt girls. I'm sure you'll finally get laid, buddy."

"...urgh."

"Yeah, gotta pity you REMFs though. Don't have the iron livers of us guys on the tip of the spear, the pointy end of the sword."

"Yeah..." agreed Mikhail reluctantly, chewing Motrin pills to relieve his headache. "Well, I'd better be going."

"Hey, Dornitz," said Psycho, walking up. "Do us a favor, alright? Tell Dragunov that he should stay where he is, fuckin' Mosin, instead of comin' to our bar and making everyone all emo, okay?"

"...what was that all about?" asked Franz, confused. "I mean, I thought I saw Mike last night, but I was sure I was hallucinating..."

"I thought I was hallucinating him too," said Mikhail, staring off at Psycho. "But if Psycho saw him...."

The two men looked at each other for a moment, then shook their heads.

"Nah."

...okay, what the HELL did I just write?

Originally Posted by LoweGear

The Father
The Son
And the Holy Spirit
Together, they are one

*runs*

...Lowe, as the son of a pastor, it is my sworn duty to shoot you.

...once I stop laughing. :P

Interesting piece... and once again FlameS delivers the insesuto

ZOMG :incest: :P I'm surprised he hasn't commented on the leanings between Franz and Naomi...

Dere Santa Soma is

Although I didn't expect Char in the background

Lol, no. That's Sergei and a cannon fodder Teiren pilot. But yes, Dere Santa Soma is love. Though she can't beat the awesomeness of Tsunderekko Talia/Naomi!

Originally Posted by Nightengale

Spoiler:

Where have My Master gone,
And where are all her 'friends'?
Where's the street-wise Reinforce,
To freeze this burning hot?
Where is the white devil standing those fiery flames?
Late at night I still and still and dream
of what I need

I need a devil
I'm holding out for a devil 'til the end of the night
She's gotta be strong
And she's gotta be rash
And she's gotta break herself in fights

I need a devil
I'm holding out for a devil 'til the morning light
She's gotta be dense
And she's gotta be cruel
And she's gotta be blasting life

*runs*

lolol, nice one. *saves*

Originally Posted by USB500

Until her tsuntsun power appeared, of course.

Oh, my. I can imagine this now.

Haha, yes. Glad to see you arriving, and good to see you back!

Incidentally, there are new OFM shorts: Joint Training Pt.1 and Pt. 2 and 200th Hour (the last of which is Naomi-centric, showing younger deredere Naomi before she devolped her tsuntsun).

There's also Sorairo Days, which Glen has just finished yesterday... I'll be updating the OFM Fic Page soon with the fics.

*grins* I couldn't have done it without Lowe's help. ^_^

Originally Posted by USB500

Because I have something to do with SRW:

Oh, boy, I can't imagine how awesome this really is.

Need Irui's version, though.

ZOMG! GREAT WIN! GREAT JUSTICE!

I'm still pissed that Zengar lost to Gar helmsman and Hieh and was knocked out of ROUND FUCKING ONE of SaiGar 2008.

Originally Posted by Kagerou

*waves* Welcome back, Hikki-kun!!!

*cough* anyway, I finally finished Sorairo Days. I'm so happy now, I can go to sleep XD.

Spoiler for The Liberation of Belzac, Part Two:

*snip*

Sweet, it's done!

Nice touch with Master Chief taking out mages with his bare hands (because he's just that awesome), and lol at Leena and Erick: "I'm just that good."

One minor quibble though: Naomi keeps calling Franz "neesan". It should be niisan or niichan, since it's weird for her to be calling Franz "sister." Unless she's making a point to him. <.< The last section, snapshots of the OFM post-mission, was also good, and I lol at Ed and Ein. Good job!

(also, great lol with Psycho and Leena. And is that some forboding I see, with Franz needing to rest after using cartridges?)