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Name: Alexander Tschenkowitsch aka. Lick
Age:32
D.O.B: 04.12.2266
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Galactiv Federadtion
Role(s): Active Corporal
Kin: Wife(Julia Tschenkowitsch), and two sons(Harry Tschenkowitsch,12 and Maximilian Tschenkowitsch,15. All dead)
Homeworld: Terra

Hair color: Black
Eye color: Brown
Build: Normal for a soldier
Rank: Spec


Backstory: Alexander Tschenkowitsch, born at the 4th December 2266, was the only child in his family. The mother worked in a meat factory.

The father was addicted to gambling. This caused a divorce when Alexander was 8. He took it well and lived on. At this time he had not much friends.

He changed to the Gesamtschule. In the 8th class he finally realized what it means to be a human, a living thing. He saw the world and took it as it is.

He marks went from fours and fives to ones and twos. He evolved and found much friends. One day he was with his class in a disco. Noone danced to that nice music so he teached himself in about 15 minutes some dances and started to dance. After a while his class joined him. He also lost gambling with his teacher this day and lost all of his clothes. It was a great day for him.

And at this evening he changed his life. He was known across his school and almost everbody knew his name. And also he learned to accept everybody, even if he's a criminal. So he got much new friends but only 4 really good friends. At his school life he tried everything. That's what kids do eh? But in the end he didn't smoked or drank alcohol. Some of his friends even gave up smoking after he telled them what it is exactly. It was a very nice time. With his new marks he got his qualification for the german Abitur. At this time he wanted to be a psychaitrist. So he started to study psychology and sociology in private and at a  specialized school. He wrote his Diplomarbeit and started as lifeline employee. There he learned one important thing. Everybody has a reason to do what he does or will do. Also he learned that suicide in never a option. Never. After 3 years he started in a local clinic as psychiatrist. He worked there for almost 12 years. At his 6th year there he did a sidejob as psychiatrist for policeman and woman to help them to come along with pictures there seen and so on. There he met his wife. She was just like him, sometimes crazy and she saw life like he seen it. After a year they married and got two kids. But Tschenkowitschs career stopped. His dear wife pushed him to join the M.I. to learn something more and get citizenship. It was a complicated time. But in the end, so we know, he enlisted himself for that. Even with his education level.

He wanted to serve quick and help those who need help. But mainly he was there for his family.

Only 2 weeks after he joined the 112th his whole family got killed. The murders fled into space.

He also did a lot for his family. Sometimes he worked for his grandpa. But after a week working with his father they got into trouble. Some debt wasn't payed by his father. They called the police and he was arrested for attempted bodily injury. Alexander knew this person was in a bad shape and felt guilty about his sentence. He visited him often in the prison without his family knowing about it. It was weired. And so he met his best friend. Alexander told him to do better and more complex conversations. After 6 years his friend got out of prison and started his own business. They are still friends.

 

 



Attributes:

Strength: 8/20
Dexterity: 10/20
Constitution: 12/20
Intelligence: 19/20
Wisdom: 11/20
Charisma: 1,5/20

Misc. Attributes:

Combat Rating: 4/10

Pain/Health: 8/10

Wealth: moderate, he worked for a long time as a psychiatrist.



Other Information:

 

Achivements

Got some good friends.

Got the fuck backblasted

 

Neutral

Was promoted to Corporal

No soldier died in while he was in command of a squad

 

Regrets

Licked the floor.

Turning insane sometimes.

Almost broke Finchs knee.

Didn't saved Lance Krautstag on his first mission.

Couldn't protect his family.

Got the fuck backblasted; First injury.

Got someone injured under my command.

 

Personal Relationships

 

Micheal Finch: This man is a dickhead. And my friend. When i first arrived here he showed me everything. We talked and discussed and so on. Then we went out for my first mission. Oh boy that was a hellride. Krautstag, our Squadleader got blown up and our dear Private First Class Finch was Second. He did well i have to say but that was a damn hard mission. After that we did take part in Staff Sarge says. He got a good view how i licked that floor and got promoted. By the way he won that game. Then we got a movie eve. Really nice and a lot of fun. That is where he gave me that name, Lick.

We do alot together and the last mission we're we both were involved in he got almost crushed by a tank. Loosing another friend... impossible to think of. We got him out of the tank.

We also train often together. He was the first one i consulted that my family died. Since then we fight in that cage. That is how i comae along with all these terrible things that happen. If you do fighting you only can contentrate about it. Last time i almost broke his knee. Very sorry about that still. In all this you can assume he his my best friend. Well he is.

Well he's Sarge now and Dicks around but i'm fine with it. And Aye! He promoted me to Corp' boy! Now I have to be efficent. That sounds efficent I guess. But now I can enter his baracks and do shit with his chair or so. If somebody reads this, I don't. i will not manipulate his chair. No.

 

Jack O'Neill: Jack was a good friend of mine. He was the person who got me promoted to Lance. He was that person who said good things to me. Infact he was the first one in the military who was impressed by me. And then you find out that he got killed. That was not a great day. Infact i'm still sad about this. I hope his sons will come along with this.

At least, i wish you a good afterlife if there's any god.

 

Rock Sanders: He was also one of the first i met beside Micheal. It was really funny hanging with him out. I won that bet i tell you! I like him almost as much as Micheal. Also, he thinks that my brain is more a tumore. He could be right. || Well Sanders died today. He gave me hist last will. I feel honored and sad. He was funny and rude. More than that, he was a friend. Somebody i knew since the beginning. I will miss him.

Paul Schmidt: I know him longer than everybody. I know him for like 20 years or so don't even know. I watched out for him when he was a child. Broke some noses and stuff. But know i don't see him that often.

Well he is in the fleet and need to learn alot of stuff. But i would like it if he would visit me more often. I mean he's like family for me.

 

Cool Beans: What a dude. He does alot of shittalk and jokes. And that's why i like him. He's a good guy having fun and humor. Somebody not talking about boring stuff and so on. He's also the perfect wingman.

Oh for fuck sake. Just why the fuck did you have to leave! Since O'Neill died it's feels like somebody is picking the friends of mine.

Beans if there's a heaven i hope you got there.

Travis Young: A good soldier and a good man. He does alot of jokes. Even more than me. I got him once as my SiC and he did a solid job. I like having him around.

 

Glenn Henry Reynolds: I have to same that i don't get often to that level of confusion. But holy shit i'm confused like an apple. She got me at the wrong time. I'm not that guy who will never have sex after his wife died. But there are only four weeks between her death and this. I'm not really sure how to react and i feel sorry for her. I enjoyed that moments but it feels just not right. Maybe at a different time.

 

Valerie Faust: Oh go the Terminator himself. I got beaten up like a child in a bearfight.  With a very friendly bear. But still a bear. I mean beside that she kicked my ass she's really nice. Mostly happy and polite. I don't know if polite is the right word but somehow she is. It's always great to have her around 'cause then somebody laughes at my jokes. But to be not so Licky, she's a great human being... I fucked up.

 

Cornelius Zeem: Oh boy oh boy what a dude. I really like him and i see potential in him. With enough training and some help he might be a good squadleader.

It is remarkable taht he has an alomst infinite thrust keeping him on doing his thing.  He does all waht he can and that is remarkable.

I don't know if he can handle the horrors of war. What i can say it that i trust him.

 

Noah Gargano: Well well you little soldier. You laugh at my jokes;One point

You say hello to me; Two points

You are funny; Three points

You dance; Four points

Congratz you got four points!

On the lickish scale you reached: Person who dances and that makes me happy

 

Lyndsey Carter: Our dear Carter. You know there are persons you just like to have around and to speak with. Persons who are nice and friendly. Persons who are just kool. Carter is such a kool person.

Everytime i see Carter i can speak with her and have fun. She got humor and she got friendlyness. And that's kool. And she's not such a hardliner saying "Yeah people die in war". No, she has the ability to be sad.

And that's great. Remeber the backblast? You don't know how glad I am that you survived that thing. Like on a scale from 1 to 10 it would be Sorry to say that but this number is not named yet.

Like that.

 

Sean Richardson: First i want to say that i call him sometimes Dumbnut instead of Dumbcunt. Why? I don't know. Sooooooo you pen throwing racist big human being!

Yeah that's all... Nah there's still something more. Sean is like Sean. He is big, has jokes in his pockets and is sometimes rude. A real Sean. And for that i like him.

That acid attack back there is my fault. First injured under my command. Gotta to be more careful  but that's not your problem Sean.

I hope that you will recover and come back here. And as i said I'm not a chinese healer with magic.

 

Alicia White: What a medic. I have the feeling that she's the only medic around 'cause she's so often nearby. A little bit scary. She's a real hero i might say. And a really nice person, like relly nice. Really nice. Also I can't even count the lifes she rescued. Well i can count at least one and that's my life. I still don't know how but she did. I should talk to her more often. Talking to nice persons is cool. Also I mean it would be nice somehow knowing your savior. Yeah sure it would.

Or a funny game! For each soldier she patches up she gets a drink. Nah drinks don't cost anything... I will get something rewardy for you don't worry.

And even that's only in my head I wish you good luck and hope you will survive this war.

 

Lawrence Chandler: Our dear Chandler. Where to start, where to start. Right I talked to Lawrence often and that was nice. He has humor and he is cool. All taht stuff. But things are getting funny after the accident of the blast. The great backblast. Well somebody made a mistake, such things happens, and then Carter and I got blasted away. Carter got lucky but I, I was just fucked up. Thanks to our dear medic I survived. I mean my lungs were still fucked and my back broken but it was kinda funny. Don't ask why but it was. Anyway Chandler was the person who blasted me and my dear lungs. I was again on a mission with Chandler and I walked up to him. Dude you should have seen his face. He was like "Oh no there he is and now I have to talk to him" . I will never forget this face. It was so hard not to burst out in laughter but I did it. I walked up and was serious all the time. You should have seen his face after I told him that I'm not angry and everything is okay. What a great day. Anyway Chandler named his M55 after me. A real honor.

I like the name "Big Lick". So Chandler dude. You're are great guy. So watch out. I don't know how much more friends I can loose.

 

Jackie Knoxx: Well well my job never leaves me I guess. i think all on the ship know Jackie. Nothing much to say about her. But beside that I like her. She's just somehow lost. When we talk more often I'll get a better picture but so far from now, she's doing good.

 

Everybody else: I like this company. We got psychos and dickheads... and also friends and... birds. All of this stuff. I like it here. Better to be home i would say. Sometimes i'm thinking of never leaving the military. More and more this ship reminds me of a family. A big family. It's just good to be here. The fact that we are killing people is hard to accept. But here's no place for critisim.

For me everybody on this ship is a friend 'cause we are fighting in the same war and suffer from the same things that happen.

 

 

Psychology:

Alexanders absolute opinion was that life is something what should be enjoyed everyday. He is a truely optimistic nihilist.

He's kinda floating through life and enjoyes it every moment and thinks that everyday there's a new thing to explore and new things to do.

For him life is perfetion itself.

And this is what Alexander believes.

 

The black folder of the mind of Lick

 

There's much stuff in that folder and some of that is specific for the thoughts going throuh my head.

 

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No.1

I'm quite sure when i'm dead somebody will ready that stuff. Let's hope that is not that soon. So i have decided to write down what i'm thinking. In that moment i'm thinking of life. Since Julia is no more there's no one left that understands me. No one who catches me when i fall on my face. No one who really gets my person. I feel lonely. Everyday i notice it. It's almost omnipresent. And what gets me the finishing kick is when somebody talks about the dead. It's fine but my head is not going to accept that well. This whole situation is getting worse after every dead. I'm hinding behind jokes and shittalk. Doing stuff and doing my job. But the truth is that i'm a broken man, who just keeps up doing what he does. I've got the feeling that i failed. I didn't protect you and our kids. You lost everything what was worth something - your life and the life of our kids. I should've been home. I should've done something. But i was here killing our own race. There're aliens threatening the human race and we fight each other. Oh god i miss you so much... You are unreplaceable. No friend or Sir, no human or god can replace you. Sometimes i want to throw chairs and glasses, yell at people and just punch someone. But in that very moments i realize it won't bring you back. The only thing it does is causing trouble for me and others. I feel sometimes good about being on this ship and in the M.I. and sometimes it feels like the biggest mistake i ever made. I'm sure you would this describe as life. I want also to put my last will in here. I case of my death there's a number in my footlocker. I want that Finch calls that number and reports my death. It's at the fedora. The man on the phone will be Gustavo Rastineck. Please tell him everything he wants to know. The contents of this locker will go to him. The only thing what stays is my books and my pocketwatch. The watch is then for you Micheal. For the funeral i have only one wish. Please let "Life is Live" play then. And if we don't get that something from Frank Sinatra or Billy Joel.

It would be nice if you speak about me Micheal. Some last words like Lick enjoyed the floor - while licking it or something like that. Take my death with humor. Why you may ask. You know -  Life is the cruelest joke ever played on us. Such a big universe to explore and people to talk to. But we ain't got that much time here. So take that joke how it is. And hell if somebody cares about my opinion - i have to say that all men and woman on this ship -  regardless of rank - should be proud of themselfs for having the balls to go to war. Not much dare themself to take that path. But those who do should be honored. That's it for now. I will try to handle myself and get my head clean again. I need to find my way. It's hard in a world full of oppertunities and ways to take. But surely, after time passes, everybody will find themselfes walking on a way they choosed.

 

 

No.2

I find myself hard to get these first words writen down. Instead i don't know how to start so i start like this. Today one of my best friends died. Sanders is gone... I don't know what to do. I don't know what to write but i have to. I want to get this set of my mind written down. Sanders was a good friend. I knew him since i'm here. Almost. Sanders, Finch and me. We started here and kept in contact. Then Jack joined up to me. And now? Jack is gone. Sanders is gone. Maybe the next will be me. Or Finch. By wirting i realize that i called Sanders never by his first name. Rock. It's awful. My hatred and sadness rises up everytime when i think of that. I remember his last moments, impaled by a fucking bug and spitting blood, the Colonel readys up to give him the last shoot, while he's giving his last words away. He gave me his tags and a disk. He died before getting the shot. This moment, standing there, looking at his eyes and knowing he will die and there's nothing left to do - god i hope that will not happen to anyone else. Even our enemys. I remember winning a bet with Finch and Sanders. I still have the money in this locker. And Jacks money as well. I feel bad. I would like to vomit but i can't. This constant feeling. I can't discribe it but it feels horrible. I don't know if i can keep on like this... So many are gone. Do you know that song from Billy Joel? It's called "Only the good die young.". And he's fucking right. Guess that's why i'm still alive. I will miss him. My mind is shatterd. I hope next time i write i will ahve this fixed up but i know that will never be.

 

No.3

You know what i hate? Nothing. Do you know what i don't like? Backblasts. And you might guess by now that i got the fuck backblasted. Not very funny and my back is still fucked. And with fucked i mean fucked. Breathing is hard, sitting down is hard, standing up is hard and laying is hard. Pretty much everything is hard and it feels awkward to have not his own lung in his chest. But at least do you know what i think? I think that was a little bit funny. First injury is of course a backblast. No bug, no enemy. A blast. I can't be sad at this because everytime i think of the fact that this happens i have to chuckle. Yes somebody made a mistake and i could have died. And that is a big mistake. But the fact that i'm not dead and still live has something to do with physics and maths and shit. But i will call it luck this time. I also got my head cleaned up somehow. The moments when you lay in the sand, spitting blood on the ground and don't feel your back anymore. You just only feels the blood raising in your lungs and you know that this could be your last moment. I used that time to think of my life. And i have to say that i really enjoyed it. I enjoyed the time i had. With myself, with my family, with my friends. And i'm for every second geving down here thankful. At last i want to say, "I really like medics". That was what i tried to say after the backblast.

Also, the fact taht I'm writing in this perspective is 'cause these letters are not only for me. If i get killed i hope somebody will read them and he will know that i had a good life so far. I still have much time here and i hope i will use this time.

 

No. 4

Who would you like to handle the arrangements of your funeral?: Micheal Finch

 

What is your religious affiliation, if any?: Nope

 

Is there anyone specific you wish to speak at your funeral?: Micheal Finch and other dudes.

 

What decorations would you like you populate your funeral service? (Please note the ships limited options in this war. Be as specific as possible, and we'll ensure your request is met as closely to the Tee as possible😞 Funny things. Be creative.

 

Do you wish for your casket to be closed, or opened? (Note, certain circumstances may call for an automatic closed casket. Caskets will always be closed when jettisoned into space): Open. if i got blown up put a picture of me in the casket.

 

What song would you like played during the proceeding?: That's Life by Frank Sinatra or Blood on the Risers

 

What song would you like played whilst your casket is launched into space?: Highway to hell

 

Who would you like to handle your personal possessions?: Micheal Finch

 

Outside of these specific lines, Standard Military Customs will apply. If you have any special requests outside of the above lines, please write them below, in as much detail as possible: You know i don't have to say much so just be happy when I'm gone. I heared that the casket is really warm and cool so i will have  a great time out there. At last i can say i had a really good time here and if there's any god maybe it will take me. Who knows. But anyway i had a great time. And you all should dance more. Just saying. And last thing, I recorded some messages. They are all in my footlocker stored away. Get them, names are on it.

Also i wrote something in this book. Micheal should read it. What else? Yeah right that is in case for my death. Oh and Micheal i never gonna run for you anymore. Exhausting as shit.

 

See you fellow soldiers in heaven or hell or whatever 'cause i don't know if is anything like this out there.

 

No. 5

Oh boy oh boy. I got promoted. That's great. Okay i have wrose baracks now but i can live with that. Also can talk to Micheal and he can't flee in his baracks 'cause i sleep there too. Haha. As far as i know we did a good job out there yesterday and fucked some people up. Like really hard. it was a great squad and a great time out there. One wounded but no dead when i was commanding. Sounds good enough. But things will be more complicated now. Micheal expects me to be more hard to the enlisted. Not more joking around and stuff. No worry i still will do that to a certain level. Most people don't like or hate our dear Finch. Some like him. But only a few know why he is how he is. Just saying "Hey he wants to protect you" isn't enough. He is responsible for his troopers. He wants everyone to get home alive then in a casket. And he trys to reach taht goal by yelling at his men and woman. One way to do it and i support him. I know him long enough to know that he is able to do shit. And he knows me long enough to do shit as well. As a Corp now i got to support him even more. I think that's a good combo right there. A funny guy and a guy who punishes the funny guy for being funny. Great. Haha.

 

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Mr. Tschenkowitsch wasn't criminal. He knew a former criminal and helped him to use his skills for greater things than to be a criminal. Sorry if i didn't made clear. And also thank you for actually reading this RP story :) Aw fuck look at this smily...

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