Name: Ghe Tou Vinh
Gender: Male
Nationality: Viet
Ethnicity: Eurasian (Franco-Vietnamese)
Appearance: Ghe is a short, thinly built young man, appearing in his mid to late twenties. Sprting a mild tan, short dark hair, a cut across his left cheek, and a broken smile just barely visible under the brim of his hat when he doesn't think anyone is looking.
Uniform: typical PAVN dark tan uniform with sun-helmet camoflouged in dyed strips of burlap. His 'web gear' consisted of the standard aluminum belt-buckle using a canvas-duck webbing salvaged earlier, holding two four-pocket greande-pouches and his shovel. His aluminum canteen has been 'personalized' with an exaggerated 'kill count' of things he'd attacked (five trucks, three machine gun nests, two half-tracks, and a fighter-jet). Also provided was a 10 pouch chest-rig for his SKS which made for a handier bondolier than his soviet-issue pouches (he poked holes in each pouch to facilitate better drainage).
His rucksack held a pair of landmines and a spare demolition kit for the sappers.
Armaments: Type 56 Carbine, Eight Type 77 "short stick" grenades, machette, 2 landmines, and a satchel-charge.
Personality: Confrontational and short tempered, yet eager enough to prove himself to do whatever task was asked of him; as long as he was allowed to voice his 'concerns'.
History: Born in 1936 to mixed parentage of a wealthy French landowner. His prosperous life soon changed for the worse however in 1940, when with the downfall of a country halfway across the globe, to another country just as far away, passed all their land to the Japanese who detested all of an impure bloodline. He was taken from his family to be re-educated. There he heard of a resistance-movement along the country's borders, and dreamt of joining them, to rid his land of these occupiers.
When he was ten, the war was nearly over, and the Japanese had started to crack-down on anyone with any ties to France... so he fled, he fled to the only place left for him. For five months he was pursued, even with the occassional aid of the Viet Minh sympathizers he'd occassionally befriend along the way... When he arrived to enlist, he was turned-down for a combat-role, and instead was sent to tend fields and bring food and water to the wounded, a task he begrudgingly accepted.
When he'd heard that the French liberators were planning on placing the same administrator as they had during the worst days of occupation, he knew that the French government could no longer be entrusted with the safety of his land, they had to leave. That day, September second, of 1945... however, famine had struck, and he was needed to feed the hungry masses in northern Vietnam. Here is when he learned how to drive. It was then that Chinese intervention forced the French to reconsider their claimed war-prize of Vietnam.
When he was finally old enough to fight, peace broke out. He joined anyways, knowing that part of their trouble had stemmed from not being able to fight when trouble came.
That time came in 1959, with the outbreak of all-out conflict to re-unify the land under a strong and able leadership.
Gender: Male
Nationality: Viet
Ethnicity: Eurasian (Franco-Vietnamese)
Appearance: Ghe is a short, thinly built young man, appearing in his mid to late twenties. Sprting a mild tan, short dark hair, a cut across his left cheek, and a broken smile just barely visible under the brim of his hat when he doesn't think anyone is looking.
Uniform: typical PAVN dark tan uniform with sun-helmet camoflouged in dyed strips of burlap. His 'web gear' consisted of the standard aluminum belt-buckle using a canvas-duck webbing salvaged earlier, holding two four-pocket greande-pouches and his shovel. His aluminum canteen has been 'personalized' with an exaggerated 'kill count' of things he'd attacked (five trucks, three machine gun nests, two half-tracks, and a fighter-jet). Also provided was a 10 pouch chest-rig for his SKS which made for a handier bondolier than his soviet-issue pouches (he poked holes in each pouch to facilitate better drainage).
His rucksack held a pair of landmines and a spare demolition kit for the sappers.
Armaments: Type 56 Carbine, Eight Type 77 "short stick" grenades, machette, 2 landmines, and a satchel-charge.
Personality: Confrontational and short tempered, yet eager enough to prove himself to do whatever task was asked of him; as long as he was allowed to voice his 'concerns'.
History: Born in 1936 to mixed parentage of a wealthy French landowner. His prosperous life soon changed for the worse however in 1940, when with the downfall of a country halfway across the globe, to another country just as far away, passed all their land to the Japanese who detested all of an impure bloodline. He was taken from his family to be re-educated. There he heard of a resistance-movement along the country's borders, and dreamt of joining them, to rid his land of these occupiers.
When he was ten, the war was nearly over, and the Japanese had started to crack-down on anyone with any ties to France... so he fled, he fled to the only place left for him. For five months he was pursued, even with the occassional aid of the Viet Minh sympathizers he'd occassionally befriend along the way... When he arrived to enlist, he was turned-down for a combat-role, and instead was sent to tend fields and bring food and water to the wounded, a task he begrudgingly accepted.
When he'd heard that the French liberators were planning on placing the same administrator as they had during the worst days of occupation, he knew that the French government could no longer be entrusted with the safety of his land, they had to leave. That day, September second, of 1945... however, famine had struck, and he was needed to feed the hungry masses in northern Vietnam. Here is when he learned how to drive. It was then that Chinese intervention forced the French to reconsider their claimed war-prize of Vietnam.
When he was finally old enough to fight, peace broke out. He joined anyways, knowing that part of their trouble had stemmed from not being able to fight when trouble came.
That time came in 1959, with the outbreak of all-out conflict to re-unify the land under a strong and able leadership.
