USSR / Soviet || CH/countryhumans !!

APPEARANCE

USSR has a large muscular figure with scars littering his body, having a black eyepatch over his left eye with the soviet symbol imprinted on it. He usually wears a tight shirt or turtleneck, baggy pants, heavy boots, and with a large jacket with furs beneath to keep him warm during the winter.

He has short but dark hair that is usually hidden beneath an ushanka, he has a stubble and a ton of body hairs, there are also scars littering his body from many many things.

he is 6'7, very strong and can carry a lot of things with ease, lifting somebody or two doesn't cause him any problem whatsoever. USSR is about 38-44 years old.

PERSONALITY

He is a man of few words, moving through the world with a quiet, heavy calmness that rarely wavers. His voice is low and monotone, softened and slurred by a thick Russian accent, and he speaks only when he has something worth saying. Most people don’t realize how much he notices—he watches everything, storing every detail behind an unreadable stare. Though he almost never shows anger, there is a line that, once crossed, causes him to break in a way that is controlled, cold, and deeply intimidating. Beneath the silence lies a bruised softness he refuses to show. He loves the stars with an almost childlike wonder, losing himself in constellations and spaceflight until the jagged parts of his life feel far away. Astronomy is the one thing that breaks his monotone: he will talk about galaxies with a quiet spark that he doesn’t show anywhere else.

His loyalty runs deep, and so does his possessiveness. Anyone he considers “his” is protected with a fierce, unspoken devotion—he positions himself between them and danger without thinking, his eyes narrowing at anyone who gets too close. His jealousy is subtle, never loud, but sharp enough to shift the air in the room. He doesn’t fall for people easily, but when he does, they become part of the few precious things he refuses to lose again.

He shows affection through actions rather than words: fixing something that broke, standing guard beside someone, offering a small space-related gift he carved or collected. His gentleness is quiet, almost clumsy, but profoundly sincere. Even with all his walls, there is a fragile kindness in him that reveals itself in rare moments—large hands doing delicate tasks, a softening of his voice, a brief, warm look meant only for the person he trusts.