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CHARACTER DETAILS
Organization: Los Santos Police Department
Name: Kevin Molotov
Gender: Male
Age (IC): 26
Nationality: Turk
Place of Birth: Turkiye
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Colour: Black
Hair Colour: Black
Tattoos: Arm
Strengths:
Kevin Molotov was born in the back alleys of Saint Petersburg, Russia—where survival was a daily war and loyalty was the only currency that mattered. Raised in a fractured home, he learned early that silence kept you alive and fists spoke louder than words. When he was just 10, he witnessed his older brother get gunned down during a gang clash. The police showed up late and left early, no justice served. That moment lit a fire in Kevin—he would never be powerless again.
His mother moved them to the United States, hoping for a better life. Kevin found none. Instead, he found the same corruption in different uniforms. But he was smarter now, older, sharper. Joining the LSPD wasn’t about justice—it was about leverage. He became the kind of officer who plays both sides of the line. Calm, cold, calculating.
He doesn’t chase truth. He manipulates it. Kevin knows that in Los Santos, it’s not about right or wrong—it’s about who’s left standing. And he plans on standing for a long, long time.
Kevin Molotov didn’t join the Los Santos Police Department to be a hero. He joined because he understood something most officers didn’t: power isn’t in the law—it’s in knowing how to bend it. From his first week on duty, he saw the cracks. Commanders looked the other way for the right price, criminals walked free with the right connections, and “justice” was just a word people liked to hear.
Kevin adapted. Fast.
What started as minor favors for informants grew into a network of backdoor deals, exchanged silences, and invisible lines drawn in blood and loyalty. On the surface, he wore the badge, followed orders, and filed reports. But in the shadows, he built something else—a reputation. He became the kind of cop who could make problems disappear, cut deals between gangs and officers, and still pass every inspection like he was clean.
He doesn't brag. He doesn't trust easily. But everyone in the underworld knows: if Kevin’s involved, things are handled. Efficiently. Quietly.
Deep down, Kevin tells himself it’s still about balance. That he’s keeping the chaos in check. But every now and then, when he looks in the mirror, he wonders if there's anything left of the man who once believed in the system. Or if he ever really did.
Organization: Los Santos Police Department
Name: Kevin Molotov
Gender: Male
Age (IC): 26
Nationality: Turk
Place of Birth: Turkiye
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Colour: Black
Hair Colour: Black
Tattoos: Arm
Strengths:
- Excellent marksman
- Quick learner
- Performs well under pressure
- Tends to trust people too easily
Life Story (Kevin Molotov)
Kevin Molotov was born in the back alleys of Saint Petersburg, Russia—where survival was a daily war and loyalty was the only currency that mattered. Raised in a fractured home, he learned early that silence kept you alive and fists spoke louder than words. When he was just 10, he witnessed his older brother get gunned down during a gang clash. The police showed up late and left early, no justice served. That moment lit a fire in Kevin—he would never be powerless again.
His mother moved them to the United States, hoping for a better life. Kevin found none. Instead, he found the same corruption in different uniforms. But he was smarter now, older, sharper. Joining the LSPD wasn’t about justice—it was about leverage. He became the kind of officer who plays both sides of the line. Calm, cold, calculating.
He doesn’t chase truth. He manipulates it. Kevin knows that in Los Santos, it’s not about right or wrong—it’s about who’s left standing. And he plans on standing for a long, long time.
Career Story (Kevin Molotov)
Kevin Molotov didn’t join the Los Santos Police Department to be a hero. He joined because he understood something most officers didn’t: power isn’t in the law—it’s in knowing how to bend it. From his first week on duty, he saw the cracks. Commanders looked the other way for the right price, criminals walked free with the right connections, and “justice” was just a word people liked to hear.
Kevin adapted. Fast.
What started as minor favors for informants grew into a network of backdoor deals, exchanged silences, and invisible lines drawn in blood and loyalty. On the surface, he wore the badge, followed orders, and filed reports. But in the shadows, he built something else—a reputation. He became the kind of cop who could make problems disappear, cut deals between gangs and officers, and still pass every inspection like he was clean.
He doesn't brag. He doesn't trust easily. But everyone in the underworld knows: if Kevin’s involved, things are handled. Efficiently. Quietly.
Deep down, Kevin tells himself it’s still about balance. That he’s keeping the chaos in check. But every now and then, when he looks in the mirror, he wonders if there's anything left of the man who once believed in the system. Or if he ever really did.
