<div class="floatleft">(http://img.csfd.cz/files/images/film/photos/158/304/158304905_7952d4.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft"><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Koschei Romanov, Peter (Alias)<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">All black suit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/38/3a/03/383a0311548150bfda859c48c6fd2915.jpg)</div></div> <br/><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Continent, Russia<br/><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Walking out of the tavern, on his way home.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: none<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Koschei walked out of the shabby tavern after another good two hours of fighting, the man no longer having any bruises of bloodied bruises on his face. The tavern, despite it's shabby appearance and lack luster fashion, did still have the decency to give medicine to heal the fighters; however Koschei always came prepared with his own. Powerful liquids that could heal minor to severe wounds, he knew what he would need and when he would nee to use it. Pulling on his long black coat to keep him warm, he noticed crowds of people looking towards the harbor, all talking and muttering to themselves, some having a look of fear in their eyes; was something happening?<br/><br/>"Doesn't matter." He said to himself, turning to begin his walk into the woods that led to his home. Whatever was happening didn't seem to concern him; unless someone was looking for him specifically would he care.</div>