Basic Info
Full Name:
Slava RishkoffAlias:
Iron CurtainGender:
FutanariNationality:
RussianAge:
31Appearance
Outfit: Black fur coat, gray jeans, combat boots
Theme Music: Zvezda po imeni Solntse
Accessories: Aviators
Tattoos/Scars: Thin, jagged scar down her right eye
Physical Stats
Height:
6'4Weight:
215 lbBody Type:
MuscularCombat Style
Primary Style: Combat Sambo
Stance: Orthodox
Signature Moves: Seizing The Means Of Reproduction
Strengths: Size, durability, pain tolerance / enjoyment, sexual endurance
Weaknesses: Not very bright, easily led and forgiving, has an arousal-breaking point
Persona & Background
Personality: Debauched, perverted, bored, apathetic
Backstory: Slava had a remarkably average start in her military career. Less than stellar attendence, poor hygiene, above-average marksmanship, average teamwork and good physical effort, she only caught the eye of her superiors during non-lethal training. As opposed to most, who simply screamed in pain (and even cried) when the taser's barbs jabbed into their skin, Slava instead moaned and collapsed to her knees, a rather noticeable wet patch appearing between her legs. She was left humiliated, the laughingstock of the platoon for days before she was suddenly invited downstairs into the unnasuming R&D labs. From there, she became an official testing participant, subjected to experiments not even the most battle-hardened would agree to. Slava would face months of intense bondage, stressful positions, spanking, teasing, tickling and electroshock, always craving more and more. She would eventually be given a serum formulated to 'douse' her worringly high libido, only to be given an intense aphrodisiac during more and more intense sessions, training her brain to crave the intense torture and resulting in her becoming overwhelmed if her newly upgraded urges were left untreated for long enough. She was soon deemed too far gone for treatment and was sanctioned for 'removal', only for her to escape, leaving a trail of broken restraints, toys and drained bodies in her wake. She roamed the countryside for some time, spoken of like a cryptid, until an official SFL talent scout (Lassie) managed to haul her in. She now spends her time battling it out in the SFL arena, getting blackout drunk in the kitchen, and doing just about anything to satisfy her animalistic urges...
Motivation: Money, booze, pleasure
Allies: The Barbarian
Rivals: Lasso Lassie, The Chief