DATA.

Full Name: Viktor Lvovich Boyata

Age: Forty (b. 2 September 1965)

Pronouns: He/him

Orientation: ?

Affiliation: Black Veil (beginning c. 1999)

Occupation/Rank: Field Operative

Place Of Origin: Krovograd (prev. USSR)

Ethnicity: Black (Congolese)

Languages spoken: Russian, Swahili, French, English

Known family: Leon Boyata (father); Antoinette Elenga (mother)

TIMELINE.

1961 - Leon Boyata and Antoinette Elenga, immigrants from the Democratic Republic of the Congo, are students at a Soviet university. They begin a relationship, and are married before the end of the year.

1966 - Their only child, Viktor, is born in Krovograd, where Leon works in one of the research facilities as an engineer. He is given a Slavic name and a patronym, observing the culture of their new homeland.

1972 - Leon dies in a factory accident. Antoinette is forced to take on work to support herself and her young child.

1983 - Antoinette dies of cancer, leaving her son as an orphan at seventeen years old.

1984 - Viktor joins the military, training and achieving the rank of sergeant. He continues to make a military career, serving primarily in the district close to Krovograd.

1991 - With the fall of the Soviet Union, Viktor's army service comes to an end. He begins a career with the police and joins a local militia to fill the void, and to attempt to bring some order in his home town.

1999 - After several years of resistance, Viktor opts to join the Black Veil, initially considering it it an opportunity to continue defending the only home he knows.

2005 - As a field agent, he plays an instrumental part in the Black Veil's action to seize the underground. If he has any reservations about what the organization is doing, he's never spoken about it.

2006 - Viktor has little left to him except his duty to the Black Veil. He still tells himself that it is necessary to keep Krovograd safe from the encroachment of outsiders

INTERVIEW.

001.  WHAT'S  YOUR  STORY?  ARE  YOU  KROVOGRAD-BORN,  NEWLY  DEPLOYED,  OR  JUST  ANOTHER  POOR  SOUL  WHO  ENDED  UP  IN  THE  WRONG  PLACE  AT  THE  WRONG  TIME?

“Krovograd-born,” he answers easily, though he knows it probably shows just from how he speaks. He's calm, his back ram-rod straight as one finger taps against his thigh. “But if you're asking how I got here: my parents came to the Soviet Union to attend school. Seeking stability when they left their homeland.” He scoffs, the notion obviously ridiculous to all parties in retrospect. “Imagine, looking for stability. In a place like this.”

002.   THE  CITY  IS  A  WARZONE,  CRAWLING  WITH  THINGS  THAT  SHOULDN'T  EXIST.  WHAT'S  YOUR  TAKE  ON  ALL  OF  THIS?  FEAR,  DUTY,  OR  SOMETHING  ELSE  ENTIRELY?

“I am doing my job,” he says shortly, his eyes glinting in the dim light as they speak. “It's not my job to ask questions. Only what I need to know.” He pauses a moment, then shakes his head. “I'm not afraid. I wouldn't have made it this far if I was, would I?” Though his expression is dispassionate, he looks away for a moment. “I do what needs doing. That's all.” 

003.   OUT  HERE  STRENGTHS  KEEP  YOU  ALIVE,  WEAKNESSES  GET  YOU  KILLED.  TELL  ME,  WHAT'S  YOUR  BEST  ASSET  IN  A  SURVIVAL  SITUATION?  AND  WHAT'S  GOING  TO  BE  YOUR  DOWNFALL?

Viktor sighs, growing irritated by the questioning now. “I'm prepared for anything,” he says simply. “And I appreciate challenges. As for my weakness?” He smiles wryly, a challenge in his dark eyes. “...I don't play well with others.”

004. DESPERATION  MAKES  PEOPLE  DO  UGLY  THINGS.  WHERE  DO  YOU  DRAW  THE  LINE?  OR  SHOULD  I  ASSUME  THERE  ISN'T  ONE?