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Aleyev Yanovich
Name
Aleyev Yanovich
Age
24 Years
Gender
Male
Birth
November 4th, 1924 - Suzdal, USSR
Appearance
Roughly 6'1" in height, Aleyev stands at a fair height for a man of his age. He has a brown shade of hair which still has hints of the brighter blonde he held as a youngster. The style is never really as neat and more ruffled than as expected, as the harsh reality of war has shown him formality gets killed within minutes of being on the frontlines. Aleyev's eyes shimmer a glistening emerald shade, which contrasts against the dirt-ridden world him and his comrades are to be plunged into. A heavy stubble surrounds his mouth and lower face. His body structure, as a whole, is moderately well-built, though there's nothing too much to brag about. The uniform worn in Squad 914 is the usual attire of the Russian Infantryman, but loosened in areas, battle worn and altered with a few harnesses usually used for carrying rifles. Upon his face lies a scar across his cheek, and a burn mark stains a small area of his right shoulder.
Personality
Though one of the two more 'Experienced' members of Squad 914, as considered by the USSR Military Staff, Aleyev managed to maintain his humanity and humour throughout his dismal career. One moral virtue he has followed throughout the few years of combat he's served is that he must know who his comrades are in order to survive. This can lead to dire consequences when their death comes around, it helps boost his confidence that may sometimes be lost and scattered in his early days on the frontline. Mass slaughter during Kursk and engagements at Leningrad have left him far too considerate for those he grows attached to; he can be compassionate to those who serve around him, but also tough in ensuring less mistakes are made. Whilst not the ideal leader, he does show potential for taking charge or supporting Non-Commissioned Officers in the act of war.
Relationships
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Classification
Specialist
PPSH-41 with a refined barrel for lengthened shots
Tokarev TT-32
4x Issued Molotov Cocktails
Standard-issue Soviet Machete
Zeiss Contax II Camera
Experimental Gear
Whilst appearing like a general handgun, the SHG-48 acts as a multi-use compressed support-handgun for infantry personnel with capabilities of both supporting friendly units, providing new routes or harming hostile infantry with quick succession. One of Stalin's research officers, Atyre Ushaeke, was given this by a defective Spanish engineer, who had been given these plans by his superior in order to enhance the arsenal of the Spanish Infantry. This engineer was a supporter of the democratic Spanish ideals during the Civil War, and was unable to reach British intelligence in time for a secure development programme. The equipment given to Atyre showed a rifle capable of firing multiple unique ammunition rounds at incoming infantry. However, when the engineer tried to escape the Russian lands, fearing German invasion, he was accidentally shot by Guardsmen of the research facility he had been assigned to.
Atyre showed the documentations to Stalin, hearing that he'd be approving multiple types of experimental weaponry for the Red Army. What Stalin found frustrating was the fact that there was no guidance of how to build it, and the impractical size of the rifle. This resulted in Atyre being forced to make improvements to the design, knowing that the Spanish may have copies of the document. His knowledge of out-mastering the designs of the opposition came at the cost of high expectations. Atyre, however, developed the SHG-48 eventually.
Whilst the concepts of the original Spanish design were similar, the SHG-48 was created. A large handgun, roughly the size of a sawn-off Double-barreled shotgun, it was scaled down from the original design to act as a projectile launcher in the form of experiment ammunition, which were developed and tested before being cleared for field-testing. The SHG-48 loaded single cartridges and canisters of ammunition into the side, where a hammer controlled the slider where the ammunition was entered from. First of all, the developed lethal canister given as ammunition was the 'Impact Gas-Canister'. Using similar detergents from the Great War, lethal toxic gas was compressed down into an impact-based round that exploded and released the gas with quick responses. The purpose of this ammunition was to either clear out areas or kill enemy forces before they had time to react to a releasing gas, making it greater than a regular canister grenade.
After this, the weapon was given an ammunition designed to burn. As Atyre was clearly inspired by many different grenade weaponry that the Red Army had the ability to use, incendiary rounds were also created for Close-Quarter clearing. Upon the pressing of the trigger, a short-burst of the compressed and heated gas would burn out from the front of the barrel for roughly half a second. Whilst not having the long-term advantage of constantly reigning fire upon the foe, or the extended range, it would alight the clothing and equipment of any individual caught within a six metre distance.
Another round unique for the weapon is the 'Charge' round. Whilst grenade-launchers were common as rifle attachments, Stalin had hoped to create a small, handheld firearm that had the potential to bring the same mechanics. However, the difference with Atyre's 'Charge' rounds was that it wasn't fully designed to fire grenades to kill. Using an arced tip, like a drill, the rounds were designed to dig into a surface and explode. Using an analogue timer, the user would turn the dial to create a time-delay for the explosion which could be between three to sixty seconds. Whilst some may presume that they were for injuring or killing, Atyre was to train the experimental user to use it for creating new pathways, the drill functioning best in some metal and concrete surfaces. This would be used to break through housing walls, not thick base concrete, and allow the team to move, if enough rounds are used, through small gaps in buildings. Another use can be looked towards using it to lightly damage small armour, such as tank treds or side-car motorbikes.
The final unique round is the 'Shrapnel' round. The Shrapnel round was designed to be used for situations such as infiltration, hoping the weapon could be targeted towards resistance members to sell as profit. Using the compression system, the noise the SHG-48 made was not as loud as expected. This meant that the user could fire a small projectile for a given distance. However, the design of the round failed in shooting individual rounds, eventually leading to a 'Shrapnel' effect. Like a fragmentation grenade, but less destructive, the weapon was used to clear out small rooms or machine-gun nests by direct fire, rather than needing to get close enough to lob a grenade inside. However, there is a restriction on medium-to-large range, as the user has no direct optic or accuracy to use.
Other types of small rounds used for the weapon that give it support needs are small flares and regular smoke rounds. These allow it to be used by both users for attacking enemies and doing general support events behind the act of war.
The weapon itself was powered by a compression system. Canisters were inserted into the grip of the handgun, where each canister could provide between 4-9 shots before needing a reload. The size of the compression canisters allow for decent ammunition amounts to be on a person. In Squads and teams, canister ammunition were ideally stored in the field-bags of soldiers or in crates of walking tanks and regular tanks. However, if shot, these have the power to create a small burst of air. This is enough only to fling the user or a very-close individual to aside, though Atyre predicts it shouldn't be enough to kill or majorly harm anyone.
Background
Aleyev was born to a Russian widow in 1924 in the settlement of Suzdal. Not being too far North of Moscow, he was able to visit the Capital regularly and gain the interests of the culture he lived around. As a boy, he dreamed of moving towards the western directions, heading into inner-Europe to try out other cultures as an aspiring photographer or journalist. His mother married another man, who became a loving step-father to Aleyev. Unfortunately, before he had the time to finish his studies, get a job, earn enough money and move west, Fascism happened.
The world around Aleyev fell apart as the Second World War was initiated. Whilst Russia did not fight Germany at first, or show any real involvement except from a few unheard battles against the Japanese, the fact Europe was cut off from the rest of the World devastated him. However, it wasn't until the initial invasion of the Soviet Union that left his world shattered into pieces. Without warning, soldiers flooded the town, military police personnel began evacuating children into a more centralized area of the USSR, hoping to give them early training for the upcoming battles ahead. Though by 1939 Aleyev was 15, he was still taken away alongside the rest of the youngsters.
He wrote to his mother a lot, hearing about the accommodations that his Step-father was achieving as a successful soldier, even through the winter victories throughout the first few years of the war. Aleyev was proud of his family, and his mother for taking up a job in a militarized factory. Stalin needed everyone's help to defeat the Fuhrer, and every family was needed. At least his was doing their part. It wasn't until late 1942 when his smiles would decimate. The news was everywhere...Axis Powers initiated Operation: Sealion.
Though the children and people of Russia were not directly linked to Great Britain in any way, they understood what it meant. With France gone, and now the British soil under the control of the Axis, the full swing of the opposition would set its eyes upon the USSR sooner or later. And as predicted, the Russians were the only target by 1943. Families began to flood back from the eastern side of the Soviet Union, as the predictions of war had taken its toll. The Germans were heard of making gains, retaking all of Poland, despite the pact they had with the USSR. A slow, but progressive movement made its way towards Moscow, but it was being held back by an almost uncomfortable size of troops from the Red Army. And it was by 1945 that the stalemate began. What would become three years of stillness, but fully blended with chaos, would be the days that Aleyev would live for. When he turned 18, he finally denied the thoughts of refusing conscription, signing up after hearing of the havoc on the war-grounds.
The Step-Father of Aleyev was met only once after signing up, only happening to be in the same camp as he was during Aleyev's training. The two met, spent the day together, discovering about the time they had apart and what had been done. An officer of the field, his Step-father was a proud addition to the Yanovich family. But the time to meet was short, as the next morning the commanding officers had him shipped out, on a flanking mission to insert via Greece in an 1946 operation. He never made it ashore as the news headlines broke out. No one made it back, not even the naval fleet sent out to support them. It was a disaster, something Stalin punished his officers heavily for.
By early-to-mid-1946, Aleyev received his first taste of combat. On the defensive line around Kursk, where the Germans had numerously tried to take again and again, Aleyev saw his first days of defensive firing. He defended, day in and day out, for a year, with the occasional charges that gained only a few hundred yards of ground than what they had before. It was here he learnt the true meaning of comradeship, to value your brother or sister in arms in order to survive out in the field. It was until 1947 where he remained in the fields of Kursk, waiting and fighting with people he learnt to trust.
And as of then, he was transferred, where the attempts to take back the lost city of Leningrad were made. Here, what should have been a devious win for the Soviet Union turned out to be a year of hell. The 2nd Shock Army, where Aleyev was placed within, were encircled and cornered for the months to come. Many lives were lost, as the desolate city turned into a place of small skirmishes, urbanised warfare and ambushes following that of a metropolitan guerrilla. Nowhere was safe. Aleyev rarely opted to speak about his experiences in Leningrad, as should anyone who managed to make it out alive. Due to how disorganised the Soviet troops were during the attempts to recapture the city, it's uncertain how many people died, what battles occurred during that year and how many German, Italian and Spanish troops were killed during that time.
Once the 4th Shock Army made a temporary breach in the circumference around the city, which had trapped over 500,000 Soviet Troops for the entire year, there was a seven hour period in which all units who were still trapped had to make it to the breach before it were to be abandoned. The casualties of the 4th Shock Army were the result of this temporary breach, but hundreds of soldiers who managed to find out about the breach rushed as fast as their hearts and will to live could take them. 549 troops managed to reach the exit in time, before the 4th Shock Army were forced to withdraw. It is estimated that a further 6,000 Soviet Troops were still in the City after its abandonment. Many Soviet Generals and the survivors regret leaving, saying they should've stayed even with the opportunity to withdraw - commending their deaths.
From then, Aleyev reached 24 years old, two days after he returned to the safety of the Red Army's territory. It was November by the time he had returned. He spent the next month going through a recovery programme set up for the 500+ soldiers who had made it out of the city. Whilst the luxuries they were given weren't far greater than what they were normally used to, the fact they weren't to fight made it a heroes return. Many of those didn't feel like heroes, though. By the start of 1948, January, a man approached him whilst sitting on a 'Platoon' balcony, where about 60 men were living at the time of the programme. He stated that by the order of Stalin, Aleyev was needed for something a lot more crucial. The words "The Soviet Union were now the torch against the Fascist foe" were enough to get him interested. And it was here that Aleyev was called to meet Atyre Ushaeke, the infamous scientists and inventor who Stalin took a large interest in...
Experience
Basic Training - A few months
The Continuous Defense at Kursk - April to December - 1946
The Disaster at Leningrad / Operation High-Wind - January to November - 1947
Family
Otto Hudsvaka - Step Father [K.I.A.]
Alyona Yanovich - Mother [Alive]
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"We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be."
Naomi Grace Robinson
GenderFemale
Age20 years old
Date of Birth17 June 1927
BirthplaceYork, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland
AppearanceWithout the caked dirt and grime, Naomi would likely appear as a stunning beauty capable of sweeping men off their feet.
Standing at a modest one hundred and sixty centimeters and weighing a total of fifty-four kilograms, Naomi attempts to maintain a youthful appearance despite the rigors of a military life. Naomi has irises are a gentle blue reminiscent of the waters of the English Channel, whilst she keeps her blonde hair cut short right before it reaches the shoulders.
As a representative of the British Empire, and by extension, the Special Operations Executive, Naomi continues to adorn military garb respective of her home country. Wearing a white undershirt underneath, Naomi showcases a worn pair of camouflaged fatigues, black combat boots, and a red beret designating her role as a SOE agent.
As a final note, various satchels and pouches–used to store field supplies–are layered over Naomi's person by strap or belt loop. Inside these bags hold any ammunition Naomi had managed to scavenge from fallen German soldiers while on the Eastern Front, and an old broken, bloodstained watch that seems to be stuck forever at 12:07.
PersonalityStanding at a modest one hundred and sixty centimeters and weighing a total of fifty-four kilograms, Naomi attempts to maintain a youthful appearance despite the rigors of a military life. Naomi has irises are a gentle blue reminiscent of the waters of the English Channel, whilst she keeps her blonde hair cut short right before it reaches the shoulders.
As a representative of the British Empire, and by extension, the Special Operations Executive, Naomi continues to adorn military garb respective of her home country. Wearing a white undershirt underneath, Naomi showcases a worn pair of camouflaged fatigues, black combat boots, and a red beret designating her role as a SOE agent.
As a final note, various satchels and pouches–used to store field supplies–are layered over Naomi's person by strap or belt loop. Inside these bags hold any ammunition Naomi had managed to scavenge from fallen German soldiers while on the Eastern Front, and an old broken, bloodstained watch that seems to be stuck forever at 12:07.
When one thinks of Naomi, they often remember how cold and cunning she can be.
Despite the fall of her country, Naomi is living proof of the old saying: "for King and Country." Naomi continues to hold both the British crown and the United Kingdom in high regard, being afflicted by the jingoism that has taken over the recent era of history. This raw emotion usually clouds Naomi's judgement, who continues to hold an inextinguishable grudge against the Third Reich and its people. From the death of her loved ones to the fall of the United Kingdom, each individual event remains fresh in Naomi's thoughts, promising to "carve up any Kraut" she sees.
At the same time, years worth of skirmishing in Eastern Europe has emotionally drained Naomi from her previous cheerful outlook. Those who are deemed to be "talking bollocks" (i.e. nonsense) or spending pointless time beating around the bush are usually berated, mainly because Naomi would prefer being straight to the point instead of attempting to sweeten up a conversation. Additionally, Naomi tends to keep herself from growing attached to her fellow squad mates, knowing full and well the truth of seeing someone she cares about dying. Naomi's parents are gone, her brothers are gone, and even her Mie is gone.
All that matters to Naomi is killing another German until the British flag is planted well above the Reichstag.
ClassificationDespite the fall of her country, Naomi is living proof of the old saying: "for King and Country." Naomi continues to hold both the British crown and the United Kingdom in high regard, being afflicted by the jingoism that has taken over the recent era of history. This raw emotion usually clouds Naomi's judgement, who continues to hold an inextinguishable grudge against the Third Reich and its people. From the death of her loved ones to the fall of the United Kingdom, each individual event remains fresh in Naomi's thoughts, promising to "carve up any Kraut" she sees.
At the same time, years worth of skirmishing in Eastern Europe has emotionally drained Naomi from her previous cheerful outlook. Those who are deemed to be "talking bollocks" (i.e. nonsense) or spending pointless time beating around the bush are usually berated, mainly because Naomi would prefer being straight to the point instead of attempting to sweeten up a conversation. Additionally, Naomi tends to keep herself from growing attached to her fellow squad mates, knowing full and well the truth of seeing someone she cares about dying. Naomi's parents are gone, her brothers are gone, and even her Mie is gone.
All that matters to Naomi is killing another German until the British flag is planted well above the Reichstag.
Specialist - Commonly known as the 'Specialist' throughout the authorities of Squad 914, this infantry unit follows tactics of adaptability, following orders of suppression, shock tactics and breakthrough movement in order to support their fellow comrades. A favored unit throughout the Squad and their particular set of fighting skills, the Specialist provides all the assistance they can.
EquipmentPlayer Note - Whilst Naomi has more or less integrated into the Soviet military, her equipment still remains predominantly British. However, while she favors the use of British weaponry, Naomi has no qualms with Soviet weaponry and its usage on the battlefield.
• Sten MK IIS, chambered in 9x19mm Parabellum (9mm Luger)
• Welrod Pistol, chambered in 9x19mm Parabellum (9mm Luger)
• Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife
• 3x Molotov Cocktails
Experimental Gear• Sten MK IIS, chambered in 9x19mm Parabellum (9mm Luger)
• Welrod Pistol, chambered in 9x19mm Parabellum (9mm Luger)
• Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife
• 3x Molotov Cocktails
During the design of the SHG-48, Soviet Inventor Atyre Ushaeke was inspired mid-testing by the compression of gas assisted support equipment as seen in the handgun given to Aleyev. Whilst in a training incident, the prototype compression canisters exploded, launching one of his assistants across the hall with not too many serious injuries. The design for the SHG-48 was mostly based upon Spanish materials, but the inspiration he was given allowed him to design something completely from scratch and from within his own and incredible mind. Here, the SDJM-48 came into the picture.
The Short-Distance Jump Mechanism, commonly referred to as the SDJM-48, the 'Jump-Pack' or the 'Thrust-Suit,' was designed to launch the user under controlled conditions over a short distance, being a few meters. This was the ideal invention Atyre had in mind for combating fast-paced movement across rooftops in urbanized areas for marksmen.
However, during its design and testing, he realized that the suit itself served great use of dashing between streets, cover and battlefields for short distances, as well as launching the user into the air by a few meters to assist in climbing and scaling unreachable edges, allowing Atyre to think of better uses. And so, through even more testing, through the use of CQC courses, Atyre found the SDJM-48 to be just as, if not more, effective when ran by a infantryman as a marksman would use it.
The SDJM-48 uses larger compression tanks built into the backpack slots, containing two ports for the canisters to sit within, much like how a double-barreled shotgun holds its cartridges, and feeds its compression tanks into mainly the back, leg or arm ejection systems. The backpack itself is not over encumbering, and is more part of the suit, but can be detached. The rest of the invention is mostly dependent on the user itself. An exo-skeletal frame is fitted specifically for the user's body, to prevent the enemy using it against them if captured, which hold nozzles to eject the huge bursts of pressure and force to propel them slightly.
In addition to this, emergency, and far smaller, canisters can be fitted into a compartment on each arm and leg, acting as a single thruster on each limb. Whilst this seems an advantage, these have to be triggered directly via pressing a trigger button on each limb. These problems are yet to be fixed, but it is still a prototype feature to the prototype equipment. As for the main source of compressed force, but hitting a button on the hip, the user can initiate the upward thrust if pressed on the right side.
If the left side is pressed, the force is directed behind the user, helping them move forward towards things like cover and other rooms quicker, most effective when sliding. These are triggered by pistol-triggers retrofitted to the gear to remove any, or the vast majority, of accidental activation. A small timed delay allows the user to brace their body and get into position to move.
BackgroundThe Short-Distance Jump Mechanism, commonly referred to as the SDJM-48, the 'Jump-Pack' or the 'Thrust-Suit,' was designed to launch the user under controlled conditions over a short distance, being a few meters. This was the ideal invention Atyre had in mind for combating fast-paced movement across rooftops in urbanized areas for marksmen.
However, during its design and testing, he realized that the suit itself served great use of dashing between streets, cover and battlefields for short distances, as well as launching the user into the air by a few meters to assist in climbing and scaling unreachable edges, allowing Atyre to think of better uses. And so, through even more testing, through the use of CQC courses, Atyre found the SDJM-48 to be just as, if not more, effective when ran by a infantryman as a marksman would use it.
The SDJM-48 uses larger compression tanks built into the backpack slots, containing two ports for the canisters to sit within, much like how a double-barreled shotgun holds its cartridges, and feeds its compression tanks into mainly the back, leg or arm ejection systems. The backpack itself is not over encumbering, and is more part of the suit, but can be detached. The rest of the invention is mostly dependent on the user itself. An exo-skeletal frame is fitted specifically for the user's body, to prevent the enemy using it against them if captured, which hold nozzles to eject the huge bursts of pressure and force to propel them slightly.
In addition to this, emergency, and far smaller, canisters can be fitted into a compartment on each arm and leg, acting as a single thruster on each limb. Whilst this seems an advantage, these have to be triggered directly via pressing a trigger button on each limb. These problems are yet to be fixed, but it is still a prototype feature to the prototype equipment. As for the main source of compressed force, but hitting a button on the hip, the user can initiate the upward thrust if pressed on the right side.
If the left side is pressed, the force is directed behind the user, helping them move forward towards things like cover and other rooms quicker, most effective when sliding. These are triggered by pistol-triggers retrofitted to the gear to remove any, or the vast majority, of accidental activation. A small timed delay allows the user to brace their body and get into position to move.
"God save the King!"
Being the daughter to a British officer and a seamstress, Naomi had been allotted a bountiful life in the streets of York alongside her two older brothers. Whilst her mother wished Naomi to take over the family's business as a seamstress, she had dreams of being on the stage, regaling the patriotic tales of her father and other servicemen that had served in the Great War. Her siblings–Callum and Lucas–often picked on Naomi for showing such a patriotic attitude, given that the United Kingdom had just fought through a devastating and bloody war, but also because she was a woman, believing that it was a man's duty to be there for their country; not a woman's.
Nevertheless, every time Callum and Lucas would take pleasure in bullying Naomi, their father would take his daughter's side, scolding both of his boys as he took great pride as a father in Naomi's backbone and loyal support for the country he had bled for.
By the late 1930s, the Great Depression was in full swing, but the United Kingdom has greater issues to worry about. The use of appeasement regarding the Third Reich had begun to fail and by the year of 1939, the United Kingdom and its colonies, allied with France, were now at a state of war. Among those drafted were the Robinson boys, while Naomi's father returned to service, leaving only Naomi, then twelve years old, and her mother in York.
Horror ensued from the letters her mother and the people of York had begun to receive from the front lines, but Naomi dedicated herself to keep the public in support of the war by using her gifted voice and patriotic spirit, yet it proved to be an uphill battle. France had fell to the German assault, and the Battle of Britain began soon enough after a disastrous retreat from what was left of the expeditionary forces. The skies above Britain were blotted with various bombers and fighters, like the Heinkel HE 111 and the Spitfire Mk I, promptly dishing out their hatred and anger for each other in numerous aerial dogfights and bombing raids.
For Britain, this was deemed a dark time, but for the Robinson family, it was to be even darker. Naomi's father had been reported missing in action, and Lucas was confirmed killed in action in the fields of France. Despite the popular opinion of the British public continuing to supporting the war against the Third Reich, it also continued to take more souls from the Robinsons, following with Callum being shot down by the Germans over the London skies. Even then, barely a week after Callum's death, her mother would be killed by a bomb that had exploded on the family business whilst Naomi was away at a sleepover.
Left alone in the world and with an infuriated passion to hold the Germans responsible for the loss of her family, Naomi was forced to wander the streets of York as a newly minted orphan. However, the Special Operations Executive were soon informed of a young girl with a fiery spirit in York, and quickly set out to bring Naomi into their fold.
Despite Naomi being under the age for active service, the SOE ignored the rules in her favor and for confidential reasons to implement her as one of their operatives. Trained on how to use both native and captured equipment and taught various survival skills, Naomi would later learn that she had a knack for easily picking up foreign languages, and could understand them with little effort. This ability and her age soon landed Naomi a place in Operation Lovejoy, using her youth to fool the Germans and to act as a universal translator for the agents as they delivered top secret documents and blueprints to the Soviets.
While this mission was considered a success, it would result in the execution of a British prisoner of war. Nevertheless, the agents continued to progress with their orders, and left for what was once Poland to aid the resistance that was fighting German regulars that had occupied their homeland since the start of the war.
Joining forces with the Armia Krajowa, otherwise known as the Polish Home Army in English, the agents attempted to contact the United Kingdom to confirm the mission's success, but no answer would ever come. Multiple attempts to contact the home isles were tried, but neither the agents or resistance fighters could radio in, unknowingly aware that the United Kingdom had capitulated under a massive invasion by Axis forces.
Believing that the Germans were blocking communications, the agents chose to follow orders as planned, and began to sortie against German installations and troops, where Naomi was given her first taste of battle as a soldier. Whilst Naomi followed the training she was given back in England through and through, she was known to be more ruthless against the Germans–even if they surrendered–in a nature akin to the various Polish resistance movements, as anger swelled in her veins against the soldiers that had killed her family. Naomi was ferocious, wishing the Germans to feel the same suffering she had felt all those years ago as a young girl.
However, not long after rallying with the Armia Krajowa, Naomi would begin to take an interest in a young resistance fighter by the name of Mieszko Michalek, who was only a few winters older than her. Despite the depressing state of the world, Mieszko–affectionately named Mie by Naomi–would always bring laughter to the agent, and some of the older veterans would often joke that the two were lovebirds. Whilst neither of the youths would admit that they were in love, the two of them would spend the time they were allowed to relax together by the fire or any other place suitable to be alone with one another, leading to plenty of rumors circulating around them.
However, in war, anything can change, and began to do so by 1946, not long after the Germans introduced the first walking tank.
The development of the walking tank was a military wonder, devastating and incredible at the same time. A hellish experience would ensue for the resistance fighters and the agents, who were pushed further back towards the Soviet border. During one of these instances against such a beast, Mieszko was heavily injured, bleeding to death in Naomi's arms. Her perception of reality shattered as she held his bloody corpse, and Naomi was refused the chance to say her goodbyes as the Germans forced a retreat.
Taking his broken watch in a hurry, Naomi, along with the remaining agents and resistance fighters, were forced to flee the battlefield with those were still alive, hiding within the shattered villages and towns of old Poland. The group attempted to continue their mission, but sorties and sabotage soon became unheard of as the Germans began to whittle away who remained, until Naomi was left alone once more in the world, this time without comrades.
Thankfully, a stroke of luck had finally appeared for Naomi, who was certain her death was coming soon. A squad of VDV soldiers had landed nearby, tasked with clearing out a small village guarded by the Germans. Clearing house to house, the Soviets met Naomi in a dramatic stand off as the door was kicked in and guns were pointed. After a few words in broken English, and then fluent Russian, the parties eventually realized that they were allied soldiers to one another. Choosing to fight alongside the Russian soldiers, Naomi would help the Soviets finish the cleanup in the village.
Once the Germans were dealt with, the Soviet officer in charge offered Naomi a ride back to their base, appreciative of the agent's help regarding their mission. Knowing it would be the better option than starving to death in the cold Russian winter, Naomi accepted the officer's offer and joined up with the Soviet forces, whom were leading the charge against the Third Reich on the Eastern Front.
Still, despite being battle hardened and fueled with a vengeance against the Germans, Naomi was just another nameless soldier of a country-in-exile. There were plenty foreign soldiers within the Soviet Union, and it was likely Naomi would be thrown in the meat grinder just as well under some unknown Soviet General's command. However, unknown to Naomi, she was a target of interest of the Russian inventor known as Atyre Ushaeke, who was working on experimental weapons to be used against the Germans. Due to Naomi's assistance in delivering sensitive documents to the Soviets in the past, Ushaeke used his influence to bring her into his fold.
Assisting Ushaeke in developing his inventions, it was seen that Naomi was extremely compatible with the SDJM-48. Offered the chance to field test it in battle, Naomi accepted, and was placed into Squad 914, a group of people armed with similar experimental weapons and gear, upon Ushaeke's word.
After all, Naomi still had Germans to kill, and she wasn't about to let her days end in a Soviet labatory.
ExperienceBeing the daughter to a British officer and a seamstress, Naomi had been allotted a bountiful life in the streets of York alongside her two older brothers. Whilst her mother wished Naomi to take over the family's business as a seamstress, she had dreams of being on the stage, regaling the patriotic tales of her father and other servicemen that had served in the Great War. Her siblings–Callum and Lucas–often picked on Naomi for showing such a patriotic attitude, given that the United Kingdom had just fought through a devastating and bloody war, but also because she was a woman, believing that it was a man's duty to be there for their country; not a woman's.
Nevertheless, every time Callum and Lucas would take pleasure in bullying Naomi, their father would take his daughter's side, scolding both of his boys as he took great pride as a father in Naomi's backbone and loyal support for the country he had bled for.
By the late 1930s, the Great Depression was in full swing, but the United Kingdom has greater issues to worry about. The use of appeasement regarding the Third Reich had begun to fail and by the year of 1939, the United Kingdom and its colonies, allied with France, were now at a state of war. Among those drafted were the Robinson boys, while Naomi's father returned to service, leaving only Naomi, then twelve years old, and her mother in York.
Horror ensued from the letters her mother and the people of York had begun to receive from the front lines, but Naomi dedicated herself to keep the public in support of the war by using her gifted voice and patriotic spirit, yet it proved to be an uphill battle. France had fell to the German assault, and the Battle of Britain began soon enough after a disastrous retreat from what was left of the expeditionary forces. The skies above Britain were blotted with various bombers and fighters, like the Heinkel HE 111 and the Spitfire Mk I, promptly dishing out their hatred and anger for each other in numerous aerial dogfights and bombing raids.
For Britain, this was deemed a dark time, but for the Robinson family, it was to be even darker. Naomi's father had been reported missing in action, and Lucas was confirmed killed in action in the fields of France. Despite the popular opinion of the British public continuing to supporting the war against the Third Reich, it also continued to take more souls from the Robinsons, following with Callum being shot down by the Germans over the London skies. Even then, barely a week after Callum's death, her mother would be killed by a bomb that had exploded on the family business whilst Naomi was away at a sleepover.
Left alone in the world and with an infuriated passion to hold the Germans responsible for the loss of her family, Naomi was forced to wander the streets of York as a newly minted orphan. However, the Special Operations Executive were soon informed of a young girl with a fiery spirit in York, and quickly set out to bring Naomi into their fold.
Despite Naomi being under the age for active service, the SOE ignored the rules in her favor and for confidential reasons to implement her as one of their operatives. Trained on how to use both native and captured equipment and taught various survival skills, Naomi would later learn that she had a knack for easily picking up foreign languages, and could understand them with little effort. This ability and her age soon landed Naomi a place in Operation Lovejoy, using her youth to fool the Germans and to act as a universal translator for the agents as they delivered top secret documents and blueprints to the Soviets.
While this mission was considered a success, it would result in the execution of a British prisoner of war. Nevertheless, the agents continued to progress with their orders, and left for what was once Poland to aid the resistance that was fighting German regulars that had occupied their homeland since the start of the war.
Joining forces with the Armia Krajowa, otherwise known as the Polish Home Army in English, the agents attempted to contact the United Kingdom to confirm the mission's success, but no answer would ever come. Multiple attempts to contact the home isles were tried, but neither the agents or resistance fighters could radio in, unknowingly aware that the United Kingdom had capitulated under a massive invasion by Axis forces.
Believing that the Germans were blocking communications, the agents chose to follow orders as planned, and began to sortie against German installations and troops, where Naomi was given her first taste of battle as a soldier. Whilst Naomi followed the training she was given back in England through and through, she was known to be more ruthless against the Germans–even if they surrendered–in a nature akin to the various Polish resistance movements, as anger swelled in her veins against the soldiers that had killed her family. Naomi was ferocious, wishing the Germans to feel the same suffering she had felt all those years ago as a young girl.
However, not long after rallying with the Armia Krajowa, Naomi would begin to take an interest in a young resistance fighter by the name of Mieszko Michalek, who was only a few winters older than her. Despite the depressing state of the world, Mieszko–affectionately named Mie by Naomi–would always bring laughter to the agent, and some of the older veterans would often joke that the two were lovebirds. Whilst neither of the youths would admit that they were in love, the two of them would spend the time they were allowed to relax together by the fire or any other place suitable to be alone with one another, leading to plenty of rumors circulating around them.
However, in war, anything can change, and began to do so by 1946, not long after the Germans introduced the first walking tank.
The development of the walking tank was a military wonder, devastating and incredible at the same time. A hellish experience would ensue for the resistance fighters and the agents, who were pushed further back towards the Soviet border. During one of these instances against such a beast, Mieszko was heavily injured, bleeding to death in Naomi's arms. Her perception of reality shattered as she held his bloody corpse, and Naomi was refused the chance to say her goodbyes as the Germans forced a retreat.
Taking his broken watch in a hurry, Naomi, along with the remaining agents and resistance fighters, were forced to flee the battlefield with those were still alive, hiding within the shattered villages and towns of old Poland. The group attempted to continue their mission, but sorties and sabotage soon became unheard of as the Germans began to whittle away who remained, until Naomi was left alone once more in the world, this time without comrades.
Thankfully, a stroke of luck had finally appeared for Naomi, who was certain her death was coming soon. A squad of VDV soldiers had landed nearby, tasked with clearing out a small village guarded by the Germans. Clearing house to house, the Soviets met Naomi in a dramatic stand off as the door was kicked in and guns were pointed. After a few words in broken English, and then fluent Russian, the parties eventually realized that they were allied soldiers to one another. Choosing to fight alongside the Russian soldiers, Naomi would help the Soviets finish the cleanup in the village.
Once the Germans were dealt with, the Soviet officer in charge offered Naomi a ride back to their base, appreciative of the agent's help regarding their mission. Knowing it would be the better option than starving to death in the cold Russian winter, Naomi accepted the officer's offer and joined up with the Soviet forces, whom were leading the charge against the Third Reich on the Eastern Front.
Still, despite being battle hardened and fueled with a vengeance against the Germans, Naomi was just another nameless soldier of a country-in-exile. There were plenty foreign soldiers within the Soviet Union, and it was likely Naomi would be thrown in the meat grinder just as well under some unknown Soviet General's command. However, unknown to Naomi, she was a target of interest of the Russian inventor known as Atyre Ushaeke, who was working on experimental weapons to be used against the Germans. Due to Naomi's assistance in delivering sensitive documents to the Soviets in the past, Ushaeke used his influence to bring her into his fold.
Assisting Ushaeke in developing his inventions, it was seen that Naomi was extremely compatible with the SDJM-48. Offered the chance to field test it in battle, Naomi accepted, and was placed into Squad 914, a group of people armed with similar experimental weapons and gear, upon Ushaeke's word.
After all, Naomi still had Germans to kill, and she wasn't about to let her days end in a Soviet labatory.
Basic Training: 3 Months - Pre 1942
Operation Lovejoy: Success - 1942
Aid to the Polish Resistance: 1942 - 1947
Assistant to Atyre Ushaeke: 1948
Family RelationsOperation Lovejoy: Success - 1942
Aid to the Polish Resistance: 1942 - 1947
Assistant to Atyre Ushaeke: 1948
Father: Henry Robinson - British | 56 | Male - Unknown
Mother: Emilia Robinson - British | 54 | Female - Deceased
Brother: Callum Robinson - British | 39 | Male - Deceased
Brother: Lucas Robinson - British | 38 | Male - Deceased
Love Interest: Mieszko Michalek - Polish | 21 | Male - Deceased
Character RelationsMother: Emilia Robinson - British | 54 | Female - Deceased
Brother: Callum Robinson - British | 39 | Male - Deceased
Brother: Lucas Robinson - British | 38 | Male - Deceased
Love Interest: Mieszko Michalek - Polish | 21 | Male - Deceased
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"Everyday I live, I live for my nation and for freedom."
Name:
Van Thanh Pham (Or Thanh Pham)
Age:
22
Gender:
Male
Birthdate/Location:
04.20.1926/Thai Binh
Appearance:
A young man standing only 165 cm (5'5) and weighs 63 kg (138 lbs), he is a paragon of the size of a normal East Asian man. But comparing to his comrades coming from other great continents, he may appear a little small. His hair is naturally short and neat, black all around. His eyes glimmered the color that matched perfectly everything he had been through: brown mixed with the reds of bloods. His uniform is not entirely military standard, as he was indeed poorly armed from the day of enlistment, but were not too derived of the norm. He sported a pale greenish Khaki uniform, black belt and an equipment holder hanging around his back, battle-worned from all the years. The only two unique pieces of clothing that stood out were the pith helmet, covered with camo cloth, and a pair of rubber sandals made completely of car tires. Yes. Sandals, hand-made from car tires. Conditions were too tought back then. He has grown attached to those sandals that even now, with the access to better combat shoes, he would simply reply 'this is fine enough, leave it to those who needs it.'
Personality:
If one could describe him in three words, it would be simple, peaceful but brave. Thanh is, and will always be, a man of the countryside. He lived his entire childhood in the tranquil rural area of the country, being one with nature and avoiding all the hard and ugly parts of the nation. Consequently, he is a man really appreciative of the simple aspects of life, lives peacefully and rarely getting into conflicts with one another. He can be quite clueless at things, due to his lack of education.
On the battlefield, however, he is as swift as a raging river, as fierce as a great typhoon. He stares fear in the face without a blink as he rushed his enemies, even without proper equipment. Rumors of him charging down enemy tanks with nothing using a handgun and grenades did not go unconfirmed. If there should be fear, it is within the enemy. Thanh is quick-witted and is usually employed in tasks that require the utmost resolution and daring. And it went hand-in-hand with the battle charisma he had. You wouldn't miss the sight of a man, wearing a worn khaki uniform, wearing rubber sandals facing a large enemy tank. If a man with that ancient of gears is capable of such things, why couldn't the others? That train of thoughts would gradually earn respects from other comrades.
He can be reckless at times, but in general, he understands the consequences of mindless acts, especially with the conditions he is in. You only live once, so you should not waste it all in one second of thoughtlessness. Still, his patriotic nature means he is the one to despise cowards, who refused to put forward their lives for the country.
On the battlefield, however, he is as swift as a raging river, as fierce as a great typhoon. He stares fear in the face without a blink as he rushed his enemies, even without proper equipment. Rumors of him charging down enemy tanks with nothing using a handgun and grenades did not go unconfirmed. If there should be fear, it is within the enemy. Thanh is quick-witted and is usually employed in tasks that require the utmost resolution and daring. And it went hand-in-hand with the battle charisma he had. You wouldn't miss the sight of a man, wearing a worn khaki uniform, wearing rubber sandals facing a large enemy tank. If a man with that ancient of gears is capable of such things, why couldn't the others? That train of thoughts would gradually earn respects from other comrades.
He can be reckless at times, but in general, he understands the consequences of mindless acts, especially with the conditions he is in. You only live once, so you should not waste it all in one second of thoughtlessness. Still, his patriotic nature means he is the one to despise cowards, who refused to put forward their lives for the country.
Relationships:
N/A
Classification:
Specialist
Equipment:
-PSSH-41
-TT32 Pistol
-Molotovs Cocktails x2
-Mk2 Hand Grenade x2
-Warhead x5 (1 on the pole, 4 on reserve)
-TT32 Pistol
-Molotovs Cocktails x2
-Mk2 Hand Grenade x2
-Warhead x5 (1 on the pole, 4 on reserve)
Experimental Equipment:
The lunge mine
The same name as the Japanese made ‘lunge mine’, it’s basically a high explosive anti tank warhead shaped like a cone and is placed on one end of a 1.5 meters long pole. The mechanic of the weapon is simple. The bottom of the cone is attached with a super-magnet that can hold the weight of the mine so that it sticks onto metal structure. If the target is a concrete wall, then the user will have to manually add glue to the funnel like structure so that it stays on the intended location for at least a few seconds. The three sticks protruding out acts as fuses, when pushed inwards due to impact, the mine’s gunpowder will be triggered, and will explode. It is used like a spear, with the user has to grip it tightly, each hand placed on the 1/3 and 2/3 position of the pole respectively, although when attacking it can be changed depending on the preferences of the user. When attacking, the user will have to ram it into the target in a 90-degree angle for maximum potential of exploding. And after plunging it into the target, the user has around 3 seconds to remove the pole from the mine, which is done by rotating it a bit and pulling it out, and run to a safe location. The extracted pole can then be attached to another mine so that he can continue attacking. The user can choose not to use the pole and instead hold the mine directly, however, this is highly unrecommended.
When triggered, the mine will take 3 seconds to explode. The heat and pressure of the explosion will be extreme, due to the large amount of explosion being squeezed into the small shell being let out at once, and the mine can penetrate to about 160mm of armor, which is a good number at the time. The movements of the user will have to be decisive, and he has to make sure that he has a clear path and good cover to both attack and retreat. In general, the one using this mine has to be brave, quick-willed, because one mistake can lead to deadly consequences. The user can die from the intense pressure being placed on him or the heat of the bomb. Even if he manages to run, he may still suffer wounds, so a cover is highly recommended. Another important thing to be noticed is that to use the mine, the user will have to get very close to the target. As a result, he will need heavy fire support, and he will have to pick his timing carefully, otherwise he would be gunned down when he either attack or retreat
The mine, improved from the Japanese equivalent to make it survivable, is considered very effective against almost every walls, normal vehicles, light and medium tanks, armored car, some poorly armored heavy tanks, and most walking tanks due to the mine being triggered at point-blank range, but is prone to suffer from the heavy armor of most heavy tanks, super-heavy tanks and heavily armored walking tanks. Basically, an armor beyond the penetrative capability of 160mm will negate the effect of the mine. When faced against tanks, the user will have to choose the area with least armor, notably the rear or side if possible. In general, it can be very effective, but extremely risky, and is highly dependent on the skill and bravery of the user. Because of it, not many Soviet officers and generals held it in high regards, despite its performance.
When triggered, the mine will take 3 seconds to explode. The heat and pressure of the explosion will be extreme, due to the large amount of explosion being squeezed into the small shell being let out at once, and the mine can penetrate to about 160mm of armor, which is a good number at the time. The movements of the user will have to be decisive, and he has to make sure that he has a clear path and good cover to both attack and retreat. In general, the one using this mine has to be brave, quick-willed, because one mistake can lead to deadly consequences. The user can die from the intense pressure being placed on him or the heat of the bomb. Even if he manages to run, he may still suffer wounds, so a cover is highly recommended. Another important thing to be noticed is that to use the mine, the user will have to get very close to the target. As a result, he will need heavy fire support, and he will have to pick his timing carefully, otherwise he would be gunned down when he either attack or retreat
The mine, improved from the Japanese equivalent to make it survivable, is considered very effective against almost every walls, normal vehicles, light and medium tanks, armored car, some poorly armored heavy tanks, and most walking tanks due to the mine being triggered at point-blank range, but is prone to suffer from the heavy armor of most heavy tanks, super-heavy tanks and heavily armored walking tanks. Basically, an armor beyond the penetrative capability of 160mm will negate the effect of the mine. When faced against tanks, the user will have to choose the area with least armor, notably the rear or side if possible. In general, it can be very effective, but extremely risky, and is highly dependent on the skill and bravery of the user. Because of it, not many Soviet officers and generals held it in high regards, despite its performance.
Background:
A natural born Vietnamese, Thanh came from a very traditional rural family under the French occupation. And obviously, since he is not of noble bloodline, he received little education. He attended the rurals schools and did not attend high school in favor of taking heed of his family's farmland. But under the influence of the Soviets, he received significant amount of knowledge in Russian. His grandfather was a member of the resistances against the French occupation in Vietnam, and stories of his bravery and contribution to the resistances (which unfortunately failed) inspired this young rural boy to become fearless in the face of danger.
It could've ended with him inheriting the farmland from his family, then all three of them making just enough to enjoy their lives with nature. But no. As the threat of immenent Japanese invasion creeping at the country's doorsteps, general mobilization was issued. Both the father and son were drafted into the military in early late-1944. And then, the faithful operation was initiated. That day when hundreds and thousands of young Vietnamese being slaughtered in no man's land. Thanh was spared due inexperience and young age, in which he was placed in the defence parameter of Hanoi. His father, however, was not. And by just hearing the casualty rate of the tragic operation was already enough to let him know that he need not wait for his body to return. And then, inevitably, the Japanese retaliated, intiating a full-scale invasion of his homeland at three important chokepoints: Hanoi, Saigon and Hue. The signal was called: A nation-wide patriotic war against the tyranny of the fascists.
With the military might of the Japanese, they claimed that they would take Hanoi within a single day. But they were proven really wrong, as when they set their foot on the suburb of Hanoi, they were met with extremely fierce resistance among the defenders. The soldiers, both French and Vietnamese, entrenched themselves in the city. Roads were dug up, forming trenches, walls and blockades that hindered the Japanese movements. The fightings were on the streets, in the courtyards of buildings and even inside a building, in fierce melee combat.
This was his first taste of combat. He was stationed at the Ministry of Interior, along with only a few dozen men, holding out against hundreds, maybe thousands, of Japanese. The job ranged from a shootout to an indoor melee fights. Brutality was ensured, but he miraculously survived with minor wounds. The building stood still for over a month, until the retreat order was issued. For over 60 days, the defenders held out in the city, three times longer than other chokepoints, allowing the safe evacuation of the citizens, and then the retreat order was given. Most citizens joined the resistance and became guerilla fighters against the Japanese. The soldiers who fought alongside the French in the Battle of Hanoi, however, was held in much higher regards. They were recommended to the Soviets higher ranks by a man, one of the three survivors of the disastrous operation at Nanning, and, as the Russians were a little desperate in manpower, so they recruited these men and women who once fought in the streets of Hanoi.
Due to his previous education in Russian, he did not too much difficulties communicating and fitting in. He was transferred to Russia to aid in the defence against the Germans. He was highly regarded as brave, and several times charged German tanks under heavy fire with only a handful of grenades and molotovs, suffering some terrible wounds in some battles. On one cold, misty morning of February in 1946, he received orders to be transferred to defend Kursk from the unstoppable German mechanized forces. There, the tale of a reckless yet brave Asian who again and again charged the German tanks had, for some times, inspired the men there to continue fighting, and although his attack wasn't really effective, the rumors were big enough to the point that one German tank battalion commander to order the tanks to go in reverse once they heard battle cries and waves of infantry charge into their position. He was finally put down after attacking a German Tiger II, which was somewhat reowned among the Russian military for a while after that. The attack was pretty disastrous, as not only was he not able to destroy the tank, but he also got shot in the right leg by another tank's machine gun. He survived and was transported away from the battlefield, but the shot had put him out of action for an entire year, leaving behind a not so pretty projectile inside his bloody thigh, and a scar that he would have to carry with for the rest of his life.
In March 1947, after a year lull in the fighting to treat the wounded leg suffered from the previous charge, Thanh was called back into service once his leg had healed. This time, he was placed directly in Moscow, to defend against the tsunami of German panzers. And there, he still proved himself a force to be reckoned with. Not that he was deadly himself, but the squad he was in. They fought with more ferocity than all, taking certain key points, burning down buildings to hinder German advances. But one squad couldn't made a significance in a city many times larger than themselves. Knowing that the city was doomed to fall under German hands, some of the pragmatic Russian officials decided to secretly pull out some of the veteran units fighting in the city, including Thanh's squad. The squad was transferred away into Siberia and continued to resist German occupation.
At the time, the Russian government officials were searching for someone to work with their equipment, a high explosive anti armor and structure mine that unfortunately has a very short trigger delay. Because of the short delay, there are chances that the user will sustain heavy wounds or even death if it is not operated correctly, so those in the reserve groups were hesitant to receive such a weapon. Before the Russian military had to force the weapon into one of the unfortunate, one of the officer in the squad, who fought in Hanoi in 1945, introduced a young man who had had records and commendations for his bravery on the battlefield. That man was Thanh, and the Russians decided to draft him in Squad 914, a mysterious experimental squadron formed by the Russian military. He boarded the first train out of Siberia back to South East Asia for the squad.
It could've ended with him inheriting the farmland from his family, then all three of them making just enough to enjoy their lives with nature. But no. As the threat of immenent Japanese invasion creeping at the country's doorsteps, general mobilization was issued. Both the father and son were drafted into the military in early late-1944. And then, the faithful operation was initiated. That day when hundreds and thousands of young Vietnamese being slaughtered in no man's land. Thanh was spared due inexperience and young age, in which he was placed in the defence parameter of Hanoi. His father, however, was not. And by just hearing the casualty rate of the tragic operation was already enough to let him know that he need not wait for his body to return. And then, inevitably, the Japanese retaliated, intiating a full-scale invasion of his homeland at three important chokepoints: Hanoi, Saigon and Hue. The signal was called: A nation-wide patriotic war against the tyranny of the fascists.
With the military might of the Japanese, they claimed that they would take Hanoi within a single day. But they were proven really wrong, as when they set their foot on the suburb of Hanoi, they were met with extremely fierce resistance among the defenders. The soldiers, both French and Vietnamese, entrenched themselves in the city. Roads were dug up, forming trenches, walls and blockades that hindered the Japanese movements. The fightings were on the streets, in the courtyards of buildings and even inside a building, in fierce melee combat.
This was his first taste of combat. He was stationed at the Ministry of Interior, along with only a few dozen men, holding out against hundreds, maybe thousands, of Japanese. The job ranged from a shootout to an indoor melee fights. Brutality was ensured, but he miraculously survived with minor wounds. The building stood still for over a month, until the retreat order was issued. For over 60 days, the defenders held out in the city, three times longer than other chokepoints, allowing the safe evacuation of the citizens, and then the retreat order was given. Most citizens joined the resistance and became guerilla fighters against the Japanese. The soldiers who fought alongside the French in the Battle of Hanoi, however, was held in much higher regards. They were recommended to the Soviets higher ranks by a man, one of the three survivors of the disastrous operation at Nanning, and, as the Russians were a little desperate in manpower, so they recruited these men and women who once fought in the streets of Hanoi.
Due to his previous education in Russian, he did not too much difficulties communicating and fitting in. He was transferred to Russia to aid in the defence against the Germans. He was highly regarded as brave, and several times charged German tanks under heavy fire with only a handful of grenades and molotovs, suffering some terrible wounds in some battles. On one cold, misty morning of February in 1946, he received orders to be transferred to defend Kursk from the unstoppable German mechanized forces. There, the tale of a reckless yet brave Asian who again and again charged the German tanks had, for some times, inspired the men there to continue fighting, and although his attack wasn't really effective, the rumors were big enough to the point that one German tank battalion commander to order the tanks to go in reverse once they heard battle cries and waves of infantry charge into their position. He was finally put down after attacking a German Tiger II, which was somewhat reowned among the Russian military for a while after that. The attack was pretty disastrous, as not only was he not able to destroy the tank, but he also got shot in the right leg by another tank's machine gun. He survived and was transported away from the battlefield, but the shot had put him out of action for an entire year, leaving behind a not so pretty projectile inside his bloody thigh, and a scar that he would have to carry with for the rest of his life.
In March 1947, after a year lull in the fighting to treat the wounded leg suffered from the previous charge, Thanh was called back into service once his leg had healed. This time, he was placed directly in Moscow, to defend against the tsunami of German panzers. And there, he still proved himself a force to be reckoned with. Not that he was deadly himself, but the squad he was in. They fought with more ferocity than all, taking certain key points, burning down buildings to hinder German advances. But one squad couldn't made a significance in a city many times larger than themselves. Knowing that the city was doomed to fall under German hands, some of the pragmatic Russian officials decided to secretly pull out some of the veteran units fighting in the city, including Thanh's squad. The squad was transferred away into Siberia and continued to resist German occupation.
At the time, the Russian government officials were searching for someone to work with their equipment, a high explosive anti armor and structure mine that unfortunately has a very short trigger delay. Because of the short delay, there are chances that the user will sustain heavy wounds or even death if it is not operated correctly, so those in the reserve groups were hesitant to receive such a weapon. Before the Russian military had to force the weapon into one of the unfortunate, one of the officer in the squad, who fought in Hanoi in 1945, introduced a young man who had had records and commendations for his bravery on the battlefield. That man was Thanh, and the Russians decided to draft him in Squad 914, a mysterious experimental squadron formed by the Russian military. He boarded the first train out of Siberia back to South East Asia for the squad.
Experience:
+Basic Training: A few months
+Battle of Hanoi: May 30, 1945 - August 3, 1945
+Assisting the Red Army: Mid September 1945 - February 1946
+Defence of Kursk: February 14, 1946 - June 21, 1946
+Battle of Moscow: March 1, 1947 - December 12, 1947
+Battle of Hanoi: May 30, 1945 - August 3, 1945
+Assisting the Red Army: Mid September 1945 - February 1946
+Defence of Kursk: February 14, 1946 - June 21, 1946
+Battle of Moscow: March 1, 1947 - December 12, 1947
Family:
Vu Pham - Father - Vietnamese | 48: Deceased
Quynh Pham - Mother - Vietnamese | 43: Unknown
Quynh Pham - Mother - Vietnamese | 43: Unknown
Theme:
Yosef Kaganavich
He let loose on them his burning anger, wrath, indignation, and distress, a company of destroying angels.
Age:
21
Gender:
Male
Birth-date / Location:
June 4th, 1927 - Moscow, USSR
Appearance:
Yosef always stood out because of his height. He was a head taller than his father by the time he was sixteen, and he'd continue to grow until he was a good four inches over the average at five feet and nine inches.
Much to the chagrin of his brothers, their mother chose to feed Yosef an extra portion at every meal; "My boy's already the biggest, so he'll be the strongest, too!" she'd cry when his siblings inevitably protested. Being so well fed, in combination with his back-breaking work in Moscow's automotive factory, Kaganavich developed a strong frame to compliment his height.
Yosef possesses many of his people's identifying physical traits. His complexion is darker, though not quite matching the brown of his eyes and messy, impossible-to-manage hair. The aquiline nose that sits upon his face has oft been the target of jabs from both friend and foe alike. Once, such teasing had bothered him. Recent events have turned his worries toward other, more grim matters.
As a matter of faith, Kaganavich sports a sparse set of whiskers on his face. He'd never been quite as hairy as the rest of his family for reasons he couldn't explain. His sorely lacking facial hair was often mocked by his younger brothers, and even his father expressed his disappointment on more than one occasion.
Personality:
Kaganavich's upbringing was a traditional one. His father instilled in him values of integrity, honor and courage; his mother tempered him with gentleness, kindness and selflessness. Being the eldest son, Yosef was favored to become the next head of the family when his father passed on. This came with a great deal of responsibility, and he took to it excellently. From a young age, Yosef loved helping people. He helped deliver milk with his father. He helped his mother with the cooking and cleaning- often doing the tasks meant for his younger sister. Yosef expected little in return, save for a ruffle of his hair and a 'That's my boy' from the father and mother he idolized.
As he grew and came into his own, Yosef found his virtues tested. More than one delinquent neighbor or schoolhouse bully took advantage of Kaganavich's unwillingness to fight them. That was one thing Yosef had always detested: violence. In any form. Even when Yosef should've protected himself or even another, he wouldn't raise a hand to the attacker. More than once he'd come home with a black eye and a quiet smile on his face because he'd used his face to occupy someone long enough for the original intended victim to skitter away.
War doesn't care for values or idealism, however; when it came for the Kaganavich family, Yosef was forced to confront his feelings. He was forced to make a choice. Either he could hold fast to his beliefs and sit idly by as the Wermacht consumed his homeland and his people, or Yosef could turn aside from them and take up arms. It wasn't an easy thing, and he still wrestles with the brutality of it all constantly, but in the end Yosef made his decision. Yosef chose to fight.
Relationships:
TBD
Classification:
Combat Engineer, Standard Equipment
Experimental Gear:
With the advent of the technological revolution, the influx of increasingly intricate vehicles and equipment has increased the number of mechanical failings and problems dramatically. More experimental tech has a habit of breaking down, and in a unit full of such tech, the ability to bring it back online quickly is vital. Compounded on the fact that a good engineer is hard to come by, the invention of the Utility Assistance Unit (UAU) was inevitable.
The Utility Assistance Unit is a powered exoskeleton that increases the carrying strength of the wearer exponentially, with the suit alone possessing near one hundred pounds of lifting capability. This is necessary not only to compensate for the added weight of it's many attachments and tools, but also to allow the engineer to move construction material without aid.
Heavy power tools are attached to each arm, with a set of rotators in place to allow seamless switching between them. On the right limb it has: a welding torch, chainsaw and a jackhammer. Upon the left, it has: a nail/screw gun, automated entrenching tool, and a mine detector.
While construction and repair are both vital functions of any combat engineer, they aren't simply technicians; any engineer worth his salt is just as well-versed in demolitions. The UAU was designed as well with this other role in mind. TNT, anti-infantry and anti-armor mines, as well as- depending on the deployment- a Rocket Propelled Grenade launcher.
A number of design flaws and issues keep the Utility Assistance Unit firmly in the experimental category. The many tools it has to accomplish a wide breadth of tasks make the suit heavy and cumbersome to utilize. The wearer is slower on the battlefield, and weighed down during long marches and campaigns. It also relies on having a steady supply of diesel fuel for it's many powered tools; without something to power it's engine, the UAU is little more than a very large, very heavy paperweight.
These are just the expected drawbacks, however. The design also suffers from issues of overheating when used for an extended period of time. The UAU requires breaks to cool down; not exactly an issue in the cool Russian air, but less than ideal in the humidity of southern Asia. Overheating can lead to parts being damaged and needing either repair or maintenance, and the intricate design of each specific tool makes it difficult to put back together even for a skilled engineer or technician.
Background:
Born in the bustling capital of Russia to two bright-eyed Hebrew parents- Abram and Miriam- Yosef always felt he was meant for great things. Even when he was small, when he was still learning how to read and write, he would picture himself standing in the old times alongside the mythical heroes of the Torah. He wanted so desperately to be like them- like King David and Judah Maccabee. His father always insisted that Yosef could be, too; if he was a good man who feared God and did what was right, then greatness would find him. Kaganavich thrust himself into his studies of scripture the moment he was able, taking to heart the tales of the Judges and kings.
He wasn't the only boy running around the Kaganavich household for very long. His first brother, Jonah, came into the world when Yosef was only five, and another, Elisha, followed the year after that. Another two years passed when his sister, Dinah, joined them.
He loved his siblings, even if they were terribly loud and interrupted his reading much too often for his liking. His parents taught him that treating his family well was an important step in becoming a great man. So, as always, he did.
Yosef learned from his brothers something that would stick with him until he became an adult: he hated fighting. He'd watch those two wrestle and wail on each other constantly, and it left a sour taste in his mouth. Despite being bigger and stronger than both by a noticeable margin, Yosef would always lose when they inevitably roped him into their games- his reluctance to hurt them was easily taken advantage of.
Surprisingly, Yosef found himself getting along better with Dinah than either of his brothers. Though eight years his junior, Dinah held a similar fascination for books and stories. He couldn't count the number of nights he spent reading aloud to Dinah while she was curled up in his lap, trying desperately to stay awake until the end.
In 1942, when Yosef was just fifteen, the war a world away arrived at his doorstep in a military uniform and with a letter of conscription for Abram. A tearful Miriam held tight to Dinah as her child sobbed in her chest, crying that her father couldn't go. Yosef had to drag both Elisha and Jonah to the back room to keep them from tearing into the Russian officer. Abram embraced his family, promising to write to them as much as he could before he was whisked away.
They never saw him again.
Another letter came in the mail for Yosef only a few weeks later, informing him that he was to report to the nearby factory for work. It was an Armored Repair Facility, he'd come to learn. Where once they built cars, they now put tanks and armored cars back together. Kaganavich thrived there. Something about the way the machines worked just clicked in his head. His earlier hunger for learning came back with a vengeance. Yosef attached himself to the oldest and most skillful workers and engineers, pestering them with a constant barrage of questions and inquiries about the work they were doing.
That willingness to learn earned him the attention of the officers in charge of production. Yosef was taken aside at the age of seventeen and given additional training. He was soon leading teams of workers, directing them through the repair process. Yosef's technical skill was the only reason he wasn't drafted like many men his age. He served the Union better here- not that he would ever complain. Though he desperately missed Abram, Yosef never wanted to fight on the frontline, for he still desperately hated violence.
Some cosmic force decided that if Yosef refused to go to the frontline then the only option left was to bring the frontline to him. The Wermacht descended on Moscow like a steel legion from the pits of hell. Armored monstrosities and inhuman Nazi soldiers besieged that city Yosef held so dearly. He could hear the shells exploding even as he worked to salvage the many burned out husks of armor the Red Army was dropping in his factory line. He received a letter from Dinah telling him that both Jonah and Elisha had been conscripted to defend Moscow, despite their age.
When Moscow fell, Yosef and the other technical experts were evacuated. He made sure Dinah and his mother were safely out of the city, though he had no word on what happened to Elisha and Jonah...Miriam feared the worst, but Yosef never gave up hope; those two were the toughest boys he'd ever known. If anyone could survive that hell, it'd be them. Abram's letters stopped coming in, though Yosef was sure that was just due to the broken line between where his father was stationed and the refugee camps.
Before he could be transferred to another factory, Yosef received another letter from the Red Army. He was being drafted into a specialized unit he'd never heard of before. Reluctantly he left behind his mother and sister, taking what little belongings he had left and leaving with the conscription officer. Yosef was fearful, and apprehensive, but he still held strong to hope. He would not let this war break him as it did so many others.
Experience:
Standard Basic Training
Specialized Technical Training
Six years of vehicular and equipment repair
Family:
Abram Kaganavich - Unknown
Miriam Kaganavich - Alive
Jonah Kaganavich - Unknown
Elisha Kaganavich - Unknown
Dinah Kaganavich - Alive
Theme Song:
Through The Valley
Xandrya Lone Wolf
Member
Seen
16 hrs ago
NAME
Milena Kuznetsov
AGE
19
GENDER
Female
BIRTH-DATE / LOCATION
31-03-1930 - Tomsk, USSR
APPEARANCE
Milena is roughly 5'7, weighing in at exactly 129 pounds. She has brown hair and eyes, although she has partial heterochromia in her left eye, therefore a small portion is green as well. Milena has some generic scars throughout her body from childhood, but none of them are overly distinct. She has a couple of piercings on her ears and is always wearing a locket necklace her mother left for her as a good luck charm.
PERSONALITY
Milena is a gentle, caring spirit. Despite her young age, she's seen her fair share of medical horrors, thus she slowly began to rely on comedic relief to counteract the harsh realities of life. But her main personality traits don't entirely define her as a soldier neither in nor out of the battlefield. She is wise enough to separate her duties and responsibilities from her own personal life, and she has clear boundaries between work and play.
RELATIONSHIPS
To be determined.
CLASSIFICATION
Combat medic. Weapons included are the standard issue AVS-36 rifle and the TT-32 sidearm. Additionally, she carries a first-aid kit designed specifically for combat injuries.
EXPERIMENTAL GEAR
The Gatling Wrist Gun is, for the sake convenience, a partially handsfree revolver-styled weapon designed to fire from the wrist. The sturdy leather brace and its attachments absorb most of the recoil of the gun when it's fired. Instead of a traditional loading method, the cylinder is pulled out all the way in order for the bullets to be inserted. Once that's done, the cylinder is pushed back, twisting it to make sure it's locked in place. The hammer on this weapon is designed to act as the trigger, thus the user will still need a free hand. With that said, the disadvantage to this weapon revolves around the fact that the hammer doesn't have its own version of a trigger guard, therefore if it gets caught on something and enough pressure is applied, it will result in an accidental fire. Currently, this version of the gun is able to hold a maximum of eight bullets.
BACKGROUND
Milena's childhood was slightly complicated. Her mother passed away while giving birth to her, therefore she grew up with just her father, Dmitry. He was stern, but loving; such balance making life a little less troublesome for Milena as she was constantly learning valuable life lessons at a relatively young age. Dmitry also passed on a great deal of knowledge to Milena as she grew older, anything from hunting and survival skills to dressing a bullet wound. He was a doctor, one of a few within their town, and the idea of going into the medical field appealed to Milena more and more as the days went by. Eventually, that's what Milena decided on when she was old enough, and her father was extremely proud of her for chasing her dreams despite the challenges she would face..
On the evening of Milena's 15th birthday, they had a small gathering with her father and two of her closest friends. They were home just enjoying a simple celebratory meal when a gang of 3 men burst in through the front door. Milena and her friends immediately fled to the bedroom the moment Dmitry ordered them to do so. They rushed in and locked the door behind them, and despite all the adrenaline coursing through their bodies, the three girls stayed silent as their ears remained glued to the door. There was incomprehensible arguing, some things being thrown around, and eventually, a single gunshot. That's when Milena couldn't hide anymore. She unlocked the door despite her friends pleading her to do otherwise, and she rushed to the living room only to find her father's lifeless corpse. Her friends followed her outside just a few moments after the fact, and they were met with a hysterical Milena who was holding her dead father in her arms. The intruders were long gone, realizing that the neighbors would hear the gunshot and would obviously go investigate the noise.
From that moment on, Milena lived alone and learned to fend for herself. Even though there was great sorrow in her heart, she didn't use her emotions as an excuse to deviate from her goals. Roughly two and a half years passed before she decided to join the armed forces...mainly to continue learning about the medical field, but in a way, to also avenge her father by going after the men whose hearts remained as dark as those that belonged to the intruders responsible for her father's death.
EXPERIENCE
Basic training
Medic school
One year field experience
FAMILY
Dmitry Kuznetsov: deceased
Nadia Kuznetsov: deceased
THEME SONG
Liotrent Tabby Space Cat
Member
Seen
21 days ago
(Painting by Fernando Amorsolo, 1892-1972)
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”Handa ako ibigay lahat para sa kalayaan ng ating ingang bayan at hindi ako titigil hanggat nakataas ang watawat natin sa lahat ng dako ng Pilipinas, ang mahal nating bayan. Ito ang pangako ko sa iyo.”
Translation: I am prepared to give everything for the freedom of our motherland and I will not stop until our flag is raised throughout the Philippines, our beloved country. This is my promise to you
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NAME:
Santiago, Katrina I. (Ibanez)
AGE:
22
GENDER:
Female
DATE OF BIRTH:
04/29/1927
LOCATION OF BIRTH:
Manila City, Luzon Island, Philippines Isles
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APPEARANCE:
She is a natural Filipina beauty, only around 5’1 in height and with light, sun kissed skin. Her light, 120lbs frame and figure is all due to her history being part of one of many Filipino resistance groups against Japan. The hot, brutal jungles of the Philippines are one of the most dense in the world, her build would be quite lean as traversing the terrain works the body.
As for clothing, she wears anything that was available, whether it was men sized clothes, USAFFE uniforms, or even just normal women’s clothes – basically anything that was available at the time until she was able to pick up a uniform from USAFFE surplus along with some of the pouches, straps, socks and boots in her size. She still wears it today though it is a bit worn down and she had lost the helmet sometime ago. However, on the shoulder and waist is a reminder of what was and what was to be, the patch of the 1st infantry division which was to become one of the first infantry divisions of the Philippine republic after their independence and her traditional combat bolo knife that she keeps sheathed and strapped to her waist.
PERSONALITY:
To put her personality into words, she is spontaneous, hardworking, and expressive but at the same time she can be very candid and calm. She always puts a smile on her face to bring morale up, even when times seem hopeless, she always says the right words to calm people down, even though deep down she feels like the world around her is coming apart at the seams.
Her perseverance and persistence to go on in the face of insurmountable odds is what keeps the people around her somewhat calm, collected, and determined, and it helped that she was both resourceful and brave. While she was in the Philippines fighting alongside the Guerrillas and USAFFE, her quick thinking allowed her group to escape capture multiple times and allowed them to sabotage and capture Japanese equipment – even when it seems like she’s pushing the envelope.
In general, she is the kind of woman that won’t just sit around and do nothing when everyone else fights. She figured that she – a citizen of the Philippines – should have as much a right to fight for her country as much as any other man and it beats being comfort woman for the Japanese to use. However, she did it for more than that, she did it because she loved her country and her people; she continues to hold hope for a better future.
RELATIONSHIPS:
TBD
She is a natural Filipina beauty, only around 5’1 in height and with light, sun kissed skin. Her light, 120lbs frame and figure is all due to her history being part of one of many Filipino resistance groups against Japan. The hot, brutal jungles of the Philippines are one of the most dense in the world, her build would be quite lean as traversing the terrain works the body.
As for clothing, she wears anything that was available, whether it was men sized clothes, USAFFE uniforms, or even just normal women’s clothes – basically anything that was available at the time until she was able to pick up a uniform from USAFFE surplus along with some of the pouches, straps, socks and boots in her size. She still wears it today though it is a bit worn down and she had lost the helmet sometime ago. However, on the shoulder and waist is a reminder of what was and what was to be, the patch of the 1st infantry division which was to become one of the first infantry divisions of the Philippine republic after their independence and her traditional combat bolo knife that she keeps sheathed and strapped to her waist.
USAFFE General Issue Uniforms
1st "Tabak" infantry division
PERSONALITY:
To put her personality into words, she is spontaneous, hardworking, and expressive but at the same time she can be very candid and calm. She always puts a smile on her face to bring morale up, even when times seem hopeless, she always says the right words to calm people down, even though deep down she feels like the world around her is coming apart at the seams.
Her perseverance and persistence to go on in the face of insurmountable odds is what keeps the people around her somewhat calm, collected, and determined, and it helped that she was both resourceful and brave. While she was in the Philippines fighting alongside the Guerrillas and USAFFE, her quick thinking allowed her group to escape capture multiple times and allowed them to sabotage and capture Japanese equipment – even when it seems like she’s pushing the envelope.
In general, she is the kind of woman that won’t just sit around and do nothing when everyone else fights. She figured that she – a citizen of the Philippines – should have as much a right to fight for her country as much as any other man and it beats being comfort woman for the Japanese to use. However, she did it for more than that, she did it because she loved her country and her people; she continues to hold hope for a better future.
RELATIONSHIPS:
TBD
CLASSIFICATION:RIFLEMAN
Katrina during her time with the Guerrilla fighters mostly used captured Arisaka or USAFFE issued m1903 a1s. She was used to bolt action rifles and was most familiar with their operation and maintenance. Her side arm of choice was the M1911 pistol over the Japanese made Nambu, and her melee weapon was a Filipino made Bolo – a large knife that was both used as a tool and a weapon.
When she got to Indochina she switched out her m1903 a1 with a Mas 36 – a french made rifle heavily used by the french remnant and some of the indochinese resistance. She used that rifle throughout the Japanese invasion of Vietnam.
When she finally got to the USSR she traded in her Mas for a Mosin Nagant and switched her sidearm to the TT-32 Tokarev pistol – to which she admits feels very similar in both how it is maintained and how it shoots compared to the M1911 that she’s used to. However, she never once considered switching her Bolo out for something smaller, it was something that reminded her of home.
EQUIPMENT AND PERSONAL BELONGINGS
Equipment:
-Mosin Nagant model 91/30 (Though she would prefer something like a Mas or a Springfield)
-TT-32
-Bolo Knife
-DBL-48 Mortar rounds x8 (x4 smoke & 4x incendiary)
Personal belongings:
-Neatly folded Philippine flag
-Used Sketchbooks
-A variety of pencils of differing origin
-Pictures of Family
EXPERIMENTAL GEAR
Katrina was given the DBL-48 is a double-barreled, over/under, breach loaded mortar launcher. When this was being developed, Russian engineers were given certain criteria:
1. It must be easy to operate and maintain.
2. It must be light and portable while being easy to maneuver and aim.
3. It must be effective at taking out soft enemy targets like infantry, trucks, or buildings.
The URD was able to whip up the first prototype for the DBL-48 and put it through its paces while testing different types of ammunition alongside it. It was capable of lobbing the smaller mortar shells accurately up to about 400 meters. However, repeated tests have shown that increasing the frequency of fire would overheat the barrels which would lead to damage and an overall loss in accuracy. Their goal was to be able to make mortars more available and efficient to carry in the field and develop more ammunition types capable of inflicting maximum damage upon impact and maximum utility.
The DBL-48 is able to use standard explosive shrapnel ammunition, and experimental incendiary and smoke ammunition. Smoke was essential in many situations such as escape and evade tactics, while Incendiary ammunition gave it the ability to control the battlefield by dictating which areas were accessible to enemy infantry.
Despite its supposed advantages the DBL-48 remains largely untested in field conditions and whether or not the ammunition provided works as intended under these conditions as the design of the mortar shell had to be changed to fit the DBL-48, the shell is now propelled by a gunpowder cartridge, this design has been proven to work in controlled environments but it was yet to be tested in combat conditions; additionally, despite the DBL-48 being smaller than a regular mortar tube and is operable by one person, it is still somewhat cumbersome and heavy plus the extra ammunition adds on to the weight a soldier would have to carry. There would be specific problems as well in regards to ammunition in the field as it would not be readily available and firing the weapon accurately at the enemy would require time, strength and practice.
Katrina during her time with the Guerrilla fighters mostly used captured Arisaka or USAFFE issued m1903 a1s. She was used to bolt action rifles and was most familiar with their operation and maintenance. Her side arm of choice was the M1911 pistol over the Japanese made Nambu, and her melee weapon was a Filipino made Bolo – a large knife that was both used as a tool and a weapon.
When she got to Indochina she switched out her m1903 a1 with a Mas 36 – a french made rifle heavily used by the french remnant and some of the indochinese resistance. She used that rifle throughout the Japanese invasion of Vietnam.
When she finally got to the USSR she traded in her Mas for a Mosin Nagant and switched her sidearm to the TT-32 Tokarev pistol – to which she admits feels very similar in both how it is maintained and how it shoots compared to the M1911 that she’s used to. However, she never once considered switching her Bolo out for something smaller, it was something that reminded her of home.
EQUIPMENT AND PERSONAL BELONGINGS
Equipment:
-Mosin Nagant model 91/30 (Though she would prefer something like a Mas or a Springfield)
-TT-32
-Bolo Knife
-DBL-48 Mortar rounds x8 (x4 smoke & 4x incendiary)
Personal belongings:
-Neatly folded Philippine flag
-Used Sketchbooks
-A variety of pencils of differing origin
-Pictures of Family
EXPERIMENTAL GEAR
Katrina was given the DBL-48 is a double-barreled, over/under, breach loaded mortar launcher. When this was being developed, Russian engineers were given certain criteria:
1. It must be easy to operate and maintain.
2. It must be light and portable while being easy to maneuver and aim.
3. It must be effective at taking out soft enemy targets like infantry, trucks, or buildings.
The URD was able to whip up the first prototype for the DBL-48 and put it through its paces while testing different types of ammunition alongside it. It was capable of lobbing the smaller mortar shells accurately up to about 400 meters. However, repeated tests have shown that increasing the frequency of fire would overheat the barrels which would lead to damage and an overall loss in accuracy. Their goal was to be able to make mortars more available and efficient to carry in the field and develop more ammunition types capable of inflicting maximum damage upon impact and maximum utility.
The DBL-48 is able to use standard explosive shrapnel ammunition, and experimental incendiary and smoke ammunition. Smoke was essential in many situations such as escape and evade tactics, while Incendiary ammunition gave it the ability to control the battlefield by dictating which areas were accessible to enemy infantry.
Despite its supposed advantages the DBL-48 remains largely untested in field conditions and whether or not the ammunition provided works as intended under these conditions as the design of the mortar shell had to be changed to fit the DBL-48, the shell is now propelled by a gunpowder cartridge, this design has been proven to work in controlled environments but it was yet to be tested in combat conditions; additionally, despite the DBL-48 being smaller than a regular mortar tube and is operable by one person, it is still somewhat cumbersome and heavy plus the extra ammunition adds on to the weight a soldier would have to carry. There would be specific problems as well in regards to ammunition in the field as it would not be readily available and firing the weapon accurately at the enemy would require time, strength and practice.
BACKGROUND
Katrina was born and raised in the capital city of Manila, she was fortunate to have been born during an era of prosperity and friendly relations between the United States and the Philippines. She was born into a well off family that could give her the proper education she needed – at this time English was one of the primary languages that was being taught in schools due to the Philippines being heavily influenced by the U.S..
During the time spanning 1930 to 1936 there was an increasing, unyielding sentiment of independence from the Filipino people. Katrina was too young to understand at the time, she had only learned so much about her own country. She was aspiring to be an artist of some sort, dancing, singing, maybe even just playing an instrument, or even painting or drawing.
The Philippines became a commonwealth undergoing a ten year transitional period before gaining independence. The Philippines was set to gain her independence by 1946, but just 5 years before the set date, the Empire of the Rising Sun – Japan attacked and swept the Pacific like a strong typhoon.-
She was fifteen when the Japanese attacked the Philippines, with it came seven years of fighting, whether it be conventional or through sabotage and ambush. During that time, Katrina heavily involved herself with the resistance movements, from the fall of Manila in 1942 all the way to 1946 a year after the Japanese invasion of the U.S. West Coast. It was at this point that morale was starting to run low, the unbreakable will of the Filipinos still burned strong, however with each passing day, victory against the Japanese forces was starting to look like an impossibility as U.S. relief would not be coming soon.
The U.S. Pacific fleet that had been battling it out with the Japanese were called back to reinforce the Atlantic – before the Pacific fleet departed, they kept a garrison of Marines on the islands, a few small ships, a few aircraft, and gave them a promise that they would return to give the Jap’s fleet hell. They never did return – a promise unfulfilled.
The puppet government party known as KALIBAPI and the infamous Japanese secret police known as Kempeitai were cracking down harder on resistance groups. It was becoming progressively harder to mount a successful resistance after being whittled down so much for so long. Many resistance fighters were shifting from fighting the Japanese to focusing on getting as many people out of the Philippines as possible and Katrina’s group was one of these people. They went on boats that were set out towards either the ANZAC held territories or towards the British Raj. Many either ended up at their destination, or ended up in more contested territories, or got shot to pieces by Japanese vessels or Japanese aircraft doing strafing runs.
There were close to 600,000 guerrilla fighters from over 200 separate resistance groups around the Philippines at their peak, by 1946 the Japanese have narrowed their numbers to nearly 150,000 and by 1948 the Philippine resistance along with all remaining USAFFE have all been snuffed out.
Katrina had left with her group of survivors during the year 1946, a year after her mother and her brother escaped. Escape efforts continued until 1948 when the Japanese tightened up their security around the strategically important Philippine Isles following the success of ANZAC in liberating Malaysia and the Dutch East Indies.
Refugees and resistance fighters bounced from island to island, country to country, with the war raging in the pacific and resistance at an all time high. Katrina’s group was lucky enough to have been able land and meet with a resistance group in Vietnam after enduring Japanese strafing runs and dodging enemy patrols at sea – their group of small vessels, rafts, and rowboats made it to the coast of French Indochina.
Katrina would then find herself helping the resistance movement using all she’s learned in the Philippine conflict. Her combat experience however is limited, she has never been formally trained even though she has been fighting for over five years alongside her people and American soldiers that were part of the USAFFE and now she was fighting with French Indochinese. Her life has been hectic, from a life of peace expecting independence, to an era of vast conflict and hostile occupation all over the globe.
By mid 1946 the Japanese were ramping up their assault on Vietnam, the fighting grew evermore intense; it was becoming increasingly clear that Katrina and the remainder of her people might have to leave again. By early 1947 Sih Bao took most of his people and led them through China into the USSR, hopping from resistance group to resistance group. Chinese resistance was diverse, reminding her of what the Philippines had before she left. They all had differing stances and views on the conflict raging in China and they all had different opinions on how to deal with it.
By the time they got to the USSR it was already 1948 and when the opportunity arose to fight she volunteered again, this time she was invited to join Squad-914 for her exploits during the invasion of Indochina. The rest of her group of Filipinos either volunteered to join regular divisions or simply waited for fate whether they’d be called up to fight as conscripts in the USSR or be left alone as refugees should. Katrina could not blame them, they have seen the face of conflict and carried its burdens on their shoulders for over seven years – through their homeland, through Vietnam, through China and now they are asked to fight again? Of course many would say no – they were tired and weary, they couldn’t take anymore.
Even she was tired, It has been so long, that she can barely remember the times when it was peaceful, the times when she wasn’t always expecting a bomb to drop on her head, the times when she wouldn’t fear a stray bullet striking her down. However, she had no choice – she promised to return one day and fight for their independence. She cannot and will not stop fighting until that one day, it’s the only thing that’s been keeping her going – hope that one day her people will be free. She has yet to discover the fate of the Philippine resistance and the remaining USAFFE members.
EXPERIENCE
Katrina’s experience in fighting is limited to ambush and sabotage as a guerrilla fighter in the Philippines and have only kept what little training she received from USAFFE who fought alongside Philippine Guerrillas and resistance fighters.
-USAFFE and Bolo training (1942-1943)
-Philippine resistance (1942-1946)
-Aiding French Indochinese Resistance (1946 - Early 1947)
-Travelling through occupied China (1947-1948)
FAMILY
Santiago, Marco C. - Father, age 49, deceased (1942 Fall of Manila)
Santiago, Emilia I. - Mother, age 47, Unkown
Santiago, Rizalino I. - Brother, Age 19, Unknown
Katrina was born and raised in the capital city of Manila, she was fortunate to have been born during an era of prosperity and friendly relations between the United States and the Philippines. She was born into a well off family that could give her the proper education she needed – at this time English was one of the primary languages that was being taught in schools due to the Philippines being heavily influenced by the U.S..
During the time spanning 1930 to 1936 there was an increasing, unyielding sentiment of independence from the Filipino people. Katrina was too young to understand at the time, she had only learned so much about her own country. She was aspiring to be an artist of some sort, dancing, singing, maybe even just playing an instrument, or even painting or drawing.
The Philippines became a commonwealth undergoing a ten year transitional period before gaining independence. The Philippines was set to gain her independence by 1946, but just 5 years before the set date, the Empire of the Rising Sun – Japan attacked and swept the Pacific like a strong typhoon.-
She was fifteen when the Japanese attacked the Philippines, with it came seven years of fighting, whether it be conventional or through sabotage and ambush. During that time, Katrina heavily involved herself with the resistance movements, from the fall of Manila in 1942 all the way to 1946 a year after the Japanese invasion of the U.S. West Coast. It was at this point that morale was starting to run low, the unbreakable will of the Filipinos still burned strong, however with each passing day, victory against the Japanese forces was starting to look like an impossibility as U.S. relief would not be coming soon.
The U.S. Pacific fleet that had been battling it out with the Japanese were called back to reinforce the Atlantic – before the Pacific fleet departed, they kept a garrison of Marines on the islands, a few small ships, a few aircraft, and gave them a promise that they would return to give the Jap’s fleet hell. They never did return – a promise unfulfilled.
The puppet government party known as KALIBAPI and the infamous Japanese secret police known as Kempeitai were cracking down harder on resistance groups. It was becoming progressively harder to mount a successful resistance after being whittled down so much for so long. Many resistance fighters were shifting from fighting the Japanese to focusing on getting as many people out of the Philippines as possible and Katrina’s group was one of these people. They went on boats that were set out towards either the ANZAC held territories or towards the British Raj. Many either ended up at their destination, or ended up in more contested territories, or got shot to pieces by Japanese vessels or Japanese aircraft doing strafing runs.
There were close to 600,000 guerrilla fighters from over 200 separate resistance groups around the Philippines at their peak, by 1946 the Japanese have narrowed their numbers to nearly 150,000 and by 1948 the Philippine resistance along with all remaining USAFFE have all been snuffed out.
Katrina had left with her group of survivors during the year 1946, a year after her mother and her brother escaped. Escape efforts continued until 1948 when the Japanese tightened up their security around the strategically important Philippine Isles following the success of ANZAC in liberating Malaysia and the Dutch East Indies.
Refugees and resistance fighters bounced from island to island, country to country, with the war raging in the pacific and resistance at an all time high. Katrina’s group was lucky enough to have been able land and meet with a resistance group in Vietnam after enduring Japanese strafing runs and dodging enemy patrols at sea – their group of small vessels, rafts, and rowboats made it to the coast of French Indochina.
Katrina would then find herself helping the resistance movement using all she’s learned in the Philippine conflict. Her combat experience however is limited, she has never been formally trained even though she has been fighting for over five years alongside her people and American soldiers that were part of the USAFFE and now she was fighting with French Indochinese. Her life has been hectic, from a life of peace expecting independence, to an era of vast conflict and hostile occupation all over the globe.
By mid 1946 the Japanese were ramping up their assault on Vietnam, the fighting grew evermore intense; it was becoming increasingly clear that Katrina and the remainder of her people might have to leave again. By early 1947 Sih Bao took most of his people and led them through China into the USSR, hopping from resistance group to resistance group. Chinese resistance was diverse, reminding her of what the Philippines had before she left. They all had differing stances and views on the conflict raging in China and they all had different opinions on how to deal with it.
By the time they got to the USSR it was already 1948 and when the opportunity arose to fight she volunteered again, this time she was invited to join Squad-914 for her exploits during the invasion of Indochina. The rest of her group of Filipinos either volunteered to join regular divisions or simply waited for fate whether they’d be called up to fight as conscripts in the USSR or be left alone as refugees should. Katrina could not blame them, they have seen the face of conflict and carried its burdens on their shoulders for over seven years – through their homeland, through Vietnam, through China and now they are asked to fight again? Of course many would say no – they were tired and weary, they couldn’t take anymore.
Even she was tired, It has been so long, that she can barely remember the times when it was peaceful, the times when she wasn’t always expecting a bomb to drop on her head, the times when she wouldn’t fear a stray bullet striking her down. However, she had no choice – she promised to return one day and fight for their independence. She cannot and will not stop fighting until that one day, it’s the only thing that’s been keeping her going – hope that one day her people will be free. She has yet to discover the fate of the Philippine resistance and the remaining USAFFE members.
EXPERIENCE
Katrina’s experience in fighting is limited to ambush and sabotage as a guerrilla fighter in the Philippines and have only kept what little training she received from USAFFE who fought alongside Philippine Guerrillas and resistance fighters.
-USAFFE and Bolo training (1942-1943)
-Philippine resistance (1942-1946)
-Aiding French Indochinese Resistance (1946 - Early 1947)
-Travelling through occupied China (1947-1948)
FAMILY
Santiago, Marco C. - Father, age 49, deceased (1942 Fall of Manila)
Santiago, Emilia I. - Mother, age 47, Unkown
Santiago, Rizalino I. - Brother, Age 19, Unknown
THEME SONG
IN REAL LIFE FACTS
The song was originally a poem written in the 1929 by Jose Corazon de Jesus while we were still under American rule just a few years before we would become a commonwealth undergoing a 10 year transitional period before becomming independent. Incidentally the Japanese battled us on our homeland from 1941-1945 a year before the independence of the Philippines from the US - 4th of July 1946. The poem was then put to music by Constancio de Guzman during the 1980's when Marcos was still president and became very popular.
ORIGINAL LYRICS:
ENGLISH LYRICS
The song was originally a poem written in the 1929 by Jose Corazon de Jesus while we were still under American rule just a few years before we would become a commonwealth undergoing a 10 year transitional period before becomming independent. Incidentally the Japanese battled us on our homeland from 1941-1945 a year before the independence of the Philippines from the US - 4th of July 1946. The poem was then put to music by Constancio de Guzman during the 1980's when Marcos was still president and became very popular.
ORIGINAL LYRICS:
"Ang bayan kong Pilipinas
Lupain ng ginto’t bulaklak
Pag-ibig na sa kanyang palad
Nag-alay ng ganda’t dilag.
At sa kanyang yumi at ganda
Dayuhan ay nahalina
Bayan ko, binihag ka
Nasadlak sa dusa.
Ibon mang may layang lumipad
kulungin mo at umiiyak
Bayan pa kayang sakdal dilag
Ang di magnasang makaalpas!
Pilipinas kong minumutya
Pugad ng luha ko’t dalita
Aking adhika,
Makita kang sakdal laya."
Lupain ng ginto’t bulaklak
Pag-ibig na sa kanyang palad
Nag-alay ng ganda’t dilag.
At sa kanyang yumi at ganda
Dayuhan ay nahalina
Bayan ko, binihag ka
Nasadlak sa dusa.
Ibon mang may layang lumipad
kulungin mo at umiiyak
Bayan pa kayang sakdal dilag
Ang di magnasang makaalpas!
Pilipinas kong minumutya
Pugad ng luha ko’t dalita
Aking adhika,
Makita kang sakdal laya."
ENGLISH LYRICS
"Philippines, my country, my homeland
gold and flowers in her heart abound
Blessing on her fate did love bestow
Sweet beauty's grace and splendor's glow
How her charm so kind and tender
Drove the strangers to enslave her
my homeland its fetters kept
you suffered as we wept
Birds that freely claim the skies to fly
when imprisoned mourn, protest, and cry
love more deeply a land most fair
learn to break the chains of sad despair
Philippines my heart's sole burning fire
cradle of my misery
all that I desire
is to see you rise forever free"
Translated by Ed Maranan
gold and flowers in her heart abound
Blessing on her fate did love bestow
Sweet beauty's grace and splendor's glow
How her charm so kind and tender
Drove the strangers to enslave her
my homeland its fetters kept
you suffered as we wept
Birds that freely claim the skies to fly
when imprisoned mourn, protest, and cry
love more deeply a land most fair
learn to break the chains of sad despair
Philippines my heart's sole burning fire
cradle of my misery
all that I desire
is to see you rise forever free"
Translated by Ed Maranan
ReusableSword The (not so) Mighty.
Member
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Victor Asimov
"Hurry to meet death before your place is taken."
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Name
Victor Anita Asimov
Age
17 years
Gender
Male
Birth-date / Location
November 20th, Oslo Norway, 1931
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Appearance
Strong and tall are two such things one would say about the half Russian half Norwegian boy at first glance. Then comes the blond hair, beard, and blue eyes. The boy stands at just over 6'3” and weighs 245 lbs. he is no stranger to hard work and his body shows it. Muscular, fit with many signs of scars and abuse taken from the elements and his father.
The boy’s hair is shaved at the sides and a bit longer than what it's supposed to be on top, always pushed back towards his shoulders. He will normally be seen wearing the simple standard issue green working uniform with polished black combat boots. He never really cared about being fancy and tends to keep his uniform neat enough to not get called out on it.
Personality
With being young, strong, and fast most would not be wrong to assume his attitude would be reckless and overconfident. However, Victor tends to be more withdrawn and careful especially when speaking to others. He has an awful habit of being too blunt or not tactful enough in most situations. In turn this tends to make others think he is rude or shy. His body language normally portrays kindness and a willingness to protect others. In the heat of battle his eyes betray the cold killer that lies under the surface, one may even be able to see him smile.
But otherwise, he is still a boy hardened by a rough father who blamed him for his mother’s death. He isn’t too brash when talking to the opposite sex and wouldn’t be one to find them any less valuable. Any man or women that is willing to fight by his side is worthy of his respect. Although not a stranger to friendship and kindness, he honestly wouldn’t know what to do with himself if it ever came to love.
Relationships
Will Be updated later
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Classification
Support
Equipment
Standard DP-28 LMG - Extended Magazine
Standard TT-32 Sidearm
Ulfberht sword (Family heirloom)
3x fragmentation grenades
Experimental Gear
The SU L-39 MK.3 is a Russian variant of the Finnish LAHTI L-39 Anti-Tank rifle. This version fires experimental High Explosive Anti Tank or HEAT rounds as well as Armor Penetrating rounds that contain a new shaped slug. both rounds have been designed to penetrate the thick armor of the new German war machines. This gun has also been designed to be lighter without making any more structural weaknesses. This weapon was designed with the intent to disable and capture enemy armor not destroy it.
Be Advised, the Automatic setting is not recommended to be used with HEAT rounds due to multiple jams. A jam could take several minutes to fix and it is advised that the jammed round be discarded in case it detonates while outside the breach. Do not aim at sloped or thicker front plates with this weapon as ricochet is likely. This weapon is not recommended for stealth missions as it is very loud and has a large muzzle flash when fired.
Gun Modifications:
Will be Updated later
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Background
Victor was born November 20th 1931 in Oslo Norway, to an old Russian military man and veteran of the great war and a young beautiful Norwegian women who was an aspiring actress. Both were deeply in love and planned to live together in Norway with his fathers two children from another women and their new born son. But alas tragedy struck in the form of an infection that, even through many treatments would ultimately claim his mothers life a few months later. This would be something Victors father would blame him for, for the next 10 years.
After this his father became depressed and turned to the bottle to help. Erasing his plans of living in Norway the man took his three children back to Russia and the USSR. There they would continue their lives in the family home they hopped would only be used for vacations. While his father took to long days at work in the propaganda department of the USSR and long nights out at the bars and out of the house his aunt and a few other family members helped to care for the children, his sister Sara who was 6 and his brother Ivan who was 8.
For the next ten years his father would deal with his anger and unresolved issues by continually beating all of his kids. Victor learned early on how to stay out of the mans way and out of sight. For a time before his older brother left he would hide and let his brother take most of the beating. By the time he turned 8 and his brother was out of the house most days either working in the factories or doing training with the army to prepare for boot camp. This left 8 year old Victor and his rather frail 14 year old sister to his fathers wrath. It was at this time Victor started to stand up to his father, provoking him, so he would come after him and not his sister. His sister by this time was very familiar with how to properly treat wounds and as such got plenty of training for the hospital while at home.
When Victor turned ten he began to grow taller, stronger, and a bit more aggressive to the point where he was actively fighting back against his father. Still, to this day he is unsure of what prompted himself to do it but near his 11th birthday, after receiving a beating the night before, he ambushed his father with a wooden club. Beating the man to near death with the full intent of killing the man right then and there. Yet he stopped, the cruel father he had who showed very little emotion other than rage was crying.
It took him a year for his father to finally come to terms with himself and get over his alcohol addiction. Victor wouldn't be able to trust the man for a few more years to come, it was strange that after 12 years he finally had someone who he could call father. Being the only child left in the household with his sister off to nursing school and his brother off somewhere in the soviet air force left just him and his father. He slowly began to trust the man as they began to go hunting, his father teaching him how to shoot, track, clean a kill, and survive.
After a few years Roman began teaching him how to wield a sword and about the old Norse gods, a tradition passed from father to son on his mothers side. He knew that being openly religious would not be acceptable if he went on to be a soldier, so he practices in private and try's to keep it a secret. Victors mothers parents never had a son, so they passed on the knowledge to Roman who was planning on teaching it to both his sons before Anita died.
This was normal for him up until his 17th birthday, before this he would work with the local farms or construction crews around the city, growing stronger by the day. Then on his 17th birthday he signed up with the Soviet army, maybe while he was there he could help or protect others. His father wished him the best of luck and gave him their family sword to use in combat, Victor always just figured his father pulled some strings or called in a few favors to allow him to keep it.
Boot camp was interesting, the physical part wasn't anything he wasn't used too. He was able to pick up on the structure and daily routine of the military fairly well. After a little while he was even able to bond with a few of the other recruits and was looking forward to going to Moscow with them. That was until the letter, when they were being told where they were going he was pulled aside by an officer and given his orders. He was being assigned to a top secret project, something called Squad 914.
Experience
Basic training - 3 months
survival and hunting skills - 5 years
Family
Mother - Anita Asimov (Maiden name - Larsen) - Deceased
Father - Roman Asimov - Holds a high position within the soviet propaganda department
Half Brother - Ivan Asimov - Soviet Bomber Pilot
Half Sister - Sasha Asimov - Hospital nurse in Kirov
Theme Song
Sabaton-Primo Victoria
Wildman13 The wild
Member
Seen
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(closest to what he looks like)
”Sa aking mga kababayan ko. Ako at babalik sa inang bayan ko at handa ako ibibigay ang aking buhay Makita lang na buhay at maging Malaya ang mga kababayan ko. Dahil karapatan naming ang kalayaan. At dahil doon hindi ko gugupitan ang aking buhok hangang makabalik ako at payapa na ang pilipinas dahil pagkabalik ko pangulo na ako at hindi ko hahayaan na bumalik tayo sa pagiging ganto. ”
Translation: To my fellow country men. I will return to my motherland and I am ready to give my life to see my fellow countrymen alive and free. Because we have earned the right to be free. For that I will not cut my hair until I come back and until my country finally at peace because when I come back I will be the president and I will never let this calamity befall us ever again.
NAME:
Juan Luna
AGE:
23
GENDER:
Male
DATE OF BIRTH:
04/29/1922
LOCATION OF BIRTH:
Manila City, Luzon Island, Philippines Isles
Appearance
Like most Filipinos Juan is shorter than his western counter parts with only being 5'7 but, he is rather well built with endless running around the tropics. While he isn't as discipline and trained like the Russia, underestimating him and his men were the key contributors of his infamous kill count he and his group have amassed around his journey to Russia. Aside from his tattered clothing, he like some of his men where full of tattoos where they catalog all of their kills.
(image of his clothing)
Personality
Juan is bashful and often quick to anger. While he lets most of it all out on the enemy by quickly bashing their heads with their own weapons or hacking them to bits and pieces he has never known the meaning of restraint and his victims be it the enemy or a friend would often leave from a brawl with him a little more than a few bruises and a black eye.
While he can be rather easy to get to know of and have a good time with when you look like an American or western of that note he can be rather hard to get to know with but, as of all Juan is known to have an weak side on the female gender especially towards the pretty and cute variant and rather more than often if need be, as he would often let female captive leave unhurt and treated well but, the same cannot be said with their male counter parts while later became decorations around his area of operations and in one point in his insurgency campaign had amassed himself an rather impressive harem.
He also had another nickname rather than Heneral bisyo which was Juan babaero because of having numerous relationships with the women under his control or that of the enemy with some cases of sleeping with enemy spies or women in general that told the authorities on him.
But, the one trade mark that Juan was known for was his love for smoking, trading a drink for a pack of cigarette at first before he had to resort to trading heads for it. He loved it so much that when he didn’t have any heads to trade he would out right kill off the trader if he really needed to.
Relationships
To be updated.
Juan Luna
AGE:
23
GENDER:
Male
DATE OF BIRTH:
04/29/1922
LOCATION OF BIRTH:
Manila City, Luzon Island, Philippines Isles
Appearance
Like most Filipinos Juan is shorter than his western counter parts with only being 5'7 but, he is rather well built with endless running around the tropics. While he isn't as discipline and trained like the Russia, underestimating him and his men were the key contributors of his infamous kill count he and his group have amassed around his journey to Russia. Aside from his tattered clothing, he like some of his men where full of tattoos where they catalog all of their kills.
(image of his clothing)
Personality
Juan is bashful and often quick to anger. While he lets most of it all out on the enemy by quickly bashing their heads with their own weapons or hacking them to bits and pieces he has never known the meaning of restraint and his victims be it the enemy or a friend would often leave from a brawl with him a little more than a few bruises and a black eye.
While he can be rather easy to get to know of and have a good time with when you look like an American or western of that note he can be rather hard to get to know with but, as of all Juan is known to have an weak side on the female gender especially towards the pretty and cute variant and rather more than often if need be, as he would often let female captive leave unhurt and treated well but, the same cannot be said with their male counter parts while later became decorations around his area of operations and in one point in his insurgency campaign had amassed himself an rather impressive harem.
He also had another nickname rather than Heneral bisyo which was Juan babaero because of having numerous relationships with the women under his control or that of the enemy with some cases of sleeping with enemy spies or women in general that told the authorities on him.
But, the one trade mark that Juan was known for was his love for smoking, trading a drink for a pack of cigarette at first before he had to resort to trading heads for it. He loved it so much that when he didn’t have any heads to trade he would out right kill off the trader if he really needed to.
Relationships
To be updated.
Classification
During his years being an insurgent in the Philippine Juan wanted to be as up close as possible. Getting up close and personal with his trusty makeshift shotgun, he and his men are known to be capable and deadly front liner that relied on the element of surprise to overpower the enemy.
Because their weapons didn’t last for too long, he and his men started looting the Japanese corpses for their weapons and ammunition. Like the Arisaka but, he didn’t it due to how unfit it was in close combat he loved so much and in some cases would use the guns itself to bash his enemies to death rather than shooting at them. While his melee weapon of choice was the war golok using it to chop off the body parts of unlucky Japanese soldiers.
But, he switched it off to the head hunting axe of one of the Igorots that fell in the evacuation of the Philippine.
When he got into the USSR he traded the stockpiled Arisaka rifles he had amassed from china with the PPSH-41 that he had heard about that had the impressive fire rate and fire rate it provided to one person. While he kept what he had, seeing the shorter knifes the Russians offered as inferior to the axe and sword he already had.
Equipment
-PPSH-41
-Molotov Cocktails
-War golok
-Igorot Head Hunting Axe
Personal belongings:
-Damaged Philippine flag
-Farming equipment
Experimental Gear
Mark 1 ballistic shield
Experimenting with shields in hopes to improve the survival rates of its troops the Russian tried to design something which was cheap to create and easily mass produced. While in its trial stages it has proven itself resistant against some small arms fire. While the itself shield haven't been sufficiently tested and optimized for combat they decided to use one of the infamous member of the experimental squad Juan Luna as an guinea pig.
While now its nothing more than a thick slab of steel right which is hard to hold and move around with and a small opening where he could peek to see what's in front of it.
During his years being an insurgent in the Philippine Juan wanted to be as up close as possible. Getting up close and personal with his trusty makeshift shotgun, he and his men are known to be capable and deadly front liner that relied on the element of surprise to overpower the enemy.
Because their weapons didn’t last for too long, he and his men started looting the Japanese corpses for their weapons and ammunition. Like the Arisaka but, he didn’t it due to how unfit it was in close combat he loved so much and in some cases would use the guns itself to bash his enemies to death rather than shooting at them. While his melee weapon of choice was the war golok using it to chop off the body parts of unlucky Japanese soldiers.
But, he switched it off to the head hunting axe of one of the Igorots that fell in the evacuation of the Philippine.
When he got into the USSR he traded the stockpiled Arisaka rifles he had amassed from china with the PPSH-41 that he had heard about that had the impressive fire rate and fire rate it provided to one person. While he kept what he had, seeing the shorter knifes the Russians offered as inferior to the axe and sword he already had.
Equipment
-PPSH-41
-Molotov Cocktails
-War golok
-Igorot Head Hunting Axe
Personal belongings:
-Damaged Philippine flag
-Farming equipment
Experimental Gear
Mark 1 ballistic shield
Experimenting with shields in hopes to improve the survival rates of its troops the Russian tried to design something which was cheap to create and easily mass produced. While in its trial stages it has proven itself resistant against some small arms fire. While the itself shield haven't been sufficiently tested and optimized for combat they decided to use one of the infamous member of the experimental squad Juan Luna as an guinea pig.
While now its nothing more than a thick slab of steel right which is hard to hold and move around with and a small opening where he could peek to see what's in front of it.
Background
Juan luna was born and raised on the outskirts of manila in a farm near Antipolo city. He lived in relative peace and in meager living as he and his other ten siblings had to scrap by with what little income his father and mother was making at the time. Because of their situation he along with his family had little to no background in education.
Juan eventually lived on to replaced his dad in tending the farm when he died in his 50’s due to tuberculosis.
Growing up he and a few of his siblings had nowhere to go but to grow up as farmers while his sisters were married off to their neighbors. His family and neighbors took it upon themselves to protect their little hamlets and piece of property using their bolo’s and homemade guns (“paltiks”). they didn’t encounter any trouble aside from a fleeing convict their territory is far from any real dangers until the Japanese came.
While he and his brothers was cut off from most of the country, he grew to have a natural sentiment and love for his nation and in turn have developed a hate towards the Americans blocking it from independence so when he heard of rumors of them being free made him overjoyed and prideful of what was to come.
Due to being cut off from the outside world and living off the land, he and his siblings didn’t know the Japanese empire had already invaded the country. So when two heavily injured American soldiers followed by twenty Japanese soldiers entered the little community they have built and opened fired at him and his group.
He and his brothers returned fired but, due to the massive gap and the difference in training most of them were gunned down by the well trained soldiers. Making any of them that survived to flee back to their home to get their families and get as far as they can as possible.
This event made him curse the Americans for leading them back to his home and the Japanese to the deaths of his brothers and sisters that they had to leave behind. Now the oldest at the age of twenty-eight Juan had little to no choice but, to lead his brothers and sisters in harassing the Japanese inside the dense jungles of the country. While they were far from the threat at first the group later grew to infamy when, the heads of missing patrols were hanged and shattered around the province spreading fear around to the people around his area. Soon, other resistance groups heard of the extremist group that traded heads for cigarettes and even had hunted down a few Americans along with the Japanese.
But, this didn’t last long as the puppet government was formed and the Kempeitai started hunting them down. He and his group had to flee from their mother land and to a place unknown to them. While he had earned the title of the “Smoking General” or “Heneral Bisyo” due to him having the same name of a national hero and his love of cigs which made him do alot of horrible things.
In the last year of the evacuation which was 1947 Heneral Bisyo and his group of insurgents were fighting against the Japanese and puppet government’s men. Covering some of the escaping vessels until they climbed board theirs and escaped to Vietnam where he had followed a rumors of a Pilipino group that had fled there.
Of course when their landing craft landed Juan and his men were baffled with the strange similarities of the land with his mother land and in one point thought that Vietnam was part of the Philippine’s that he hasn’t visited in the past.
So when he met the Vietnamese rebels, he helped them due to thinking that they were his countrymen with their fight against the Japanese but, it figured out that it was a failing battle making him and his insurgents make a trek across the nation. Where they actually gotten inside of china causing minimum to no damage as they focused on stealing and looting valuable and useful equipment and gear. Before arriving into what he describes as the water less beach and soon after what he called as the ice lands.
At first he and his men were baffled by the appearance of snow and the cold winds where it was rare or non-existent with their land. Where he was able to reach up to an unhostile force many times larger than what he had.
Thankfully the Vietnamese group with him told him that they were friends which ended the groups journey to safety. Soon, word spread of the infamous group around the refugee camp and soon Juan was offered a place to the new experimental squad-914 due to his terror campaign in the Philippine.
Though most of the others were done with the fight he and his men were far from over. They liked the adventures and the thrill of shooting and being shot back in respond, so when the Russians offered most or rather all of them joined.
Juan like his peers wanted their nation back, they miss the land they run on, but for Luna he wanted more. He wanted leadership, he wanted to lead to avoid the same mistakes that his fellow countrymen made no softer actions he would lead as a strong man and with it a strong nation.
Experience
Juan’s experience is brought about by years of fighting the Japanese. Employing guerilla tactics and sabotaging Japanese supply lines. But, the thing that he knows the best is hacking off the limbs and heads of his enemies with his war golok and his new favorite the Igorot headhunting axe using the hacked off limbs in his infamous campaign of terror.
-Insurgent Activity (1942-1947)
-Vietnam Insurgency (1946 - Early 1947)
-looting through occupied China (1947-1948)
Family
Luna, Juliet D. (Mother)(Dead)
Luna, Jesus D. (Father) (Dead)
Luna, Jose D. (Brother) (unknown)
Luna, Herman D. (Brother)(unknown)
Luna, Eliza D. (Sister) (Alive)
Luna, Juan D. (Brother) (Alive)
Luna, Linza D. (Sister) (unknown)
Luna, Dona D. (Sister) (unknown)
Luna, Hermano I. (Brother) (unknown)
Luna, Maria D. (Sister) (Alive)
Luna, Juano D. (Brother) (Alive)
Luna, Liliza D. (Sister) (unknown)
Luna, Donia D. (Sister) (unknown)
Juan luna was born and raised on the outskirts of manila in a farm near Antipolo city. He lived in relative peace and in meager living as he and his other ten siblings had to scrap by with what little income his father and mother was making at the time. Because of their situation he along with his family had little to no background in education.
Juan eventually lived on to replaced his dad in tending the farm when he died in his 50’s due to tuberculosis.
Growing up he and a few of his siblings had nowhere to go but to grow up as farmers while his sisters were married off to their neighbors. His family and neighbors took it upon themselves to protect their little hamlets and piece of property using their bolo’s and homemade guns (“paltiks”). they didn’t encounter any trouble aside from a fleeing convict their territory is far from any real dangers until the Japanese came.
While he and his brothers was cut off from most of the country, he grew to have a natural sentiment and love for his nation and in turn have developed a hate towards the Americans blocking it from independence so when he heard of rumors of them being free made him overjoyed and prideful of what was to come.
Due to being cut off from the outside world and living off the land, he and his siblings didn’t know the Japanese empire had already invaded the country. So when two heavily injured American soldiers followed by twenty Japanese soldiers entered the little community they have built and opened fired at him and his group.
He and his brothers returned fired but, due to the massive gap and the difference in training most of them were gunned down by the well trained soldiers. Making any of them that survived to flee back to their home to get their families and get as far as they can as possible.
This event made him curse the Americans for leading them back to his home and the Japanese to the deaths of his brothers and sisters that they had to leave behind. Now the oldest at the age of twenty-eight Juan had little to no choice but, to lead his brothers and sisters in harassing the Japanese inside the dense jungles of the country. While they were far from the threat at first the group later grew to infamy when, the heads of missing patrols were hanged and shattered around the province spreading fear around to the people around his area. Soon, other resistance groups heard of the extremist group that traded heads for cigarettes and even had hunted down a few Americans along with the Japanese.
But, this didn’t last long as the puppet government was formed and the Kempeitai started hunting them down. He and his group had to flee from their mother land and to a place unknown to them. While he had earned the title of the “Smoking General” or “Heneral Bisyo” due to him having the same name of a national hero and his love of cigs which made him do alot of horrible things.
In the last year of the evacuation which was 1947 Heneral Bisyo and his group of insurgents were fighting against the Japanese and puppet government’s men. Covering some of the escaping vessels until they climbed board theirs and escaped to Vietnam where he had followed a rumors of a Pilipino group that had fled there.
Of course when their landing craft landed Juan and his men were baffled with the strange similarities of the land with his mother land and in one point thought that Vietnam was part of the Philippine’s that he hasn’t visited in the past.
So when he met the Vietnamese rebels, he helped them due to thinking that they were his countrymen with their fight against the Japanese but, it figured out that it was a failing battle making him and his insurgents make a trek across the nation. Where they actually gotten inside of china causing minimum to no damage as they focused on stealing and looting valuable and useful equipment and gear. Before arriving into what he describes as the water less beach and soon after what he called as the ice lands.
At first he and his men were baffled by the appearance of snow and the cold winds where it was rare or non-existent with their land. Where he was able to reach up to an unhostile force many times larger than what he had.
Thankfully the Vietnamese group with him told him that they were friends which ended the groups journey to safety. Soon, word spread of the infamous group around the refugee camp and soon Juan was offered a place to the new experimental squad-914 due to his terror campaign in the Philippine.
Though most of the others were done with the fight he and his men were far from over. They liked the adventures and the thrill of shooting and being shot back in respond, so when the Russians offered most or rather all of them joined.
Juan like his peers wanted their nation back, they miss the land they run on, but for Luna he wanted more. He wanted leadership, he wanted to lead to avoid the same mistakes that his fellow countrymen made no softer actions he would lead as a strong man and with it a strong nation.
Experience
Juan’s experience is brought about by years of fighting the Japanese. Employing guerilla tactics and sabotaging Japanese supply lines. But, the thing that he knows the best is hacking off the limbs and heads of his enemies with his war golok and his new favorite the Igorot headhunting axe using the hacked off limbs in his infamous campaign of terror.
-Insurgent Activity (1942-1947)
-Vietnam Insurgency (1946 - Early 1947)
-looting through occupied China (1947-1948)
Family
Luna, Juliet D. (Mother)(Dead)
Luna, Jesus D. (Father) (Dead)
Luna, Jose D. (Brother) (unknown)
Luna, Herman D. (Brother)(unknown)
Luna, Eliza D. (Sister) (Alive)
Luna, Juan D. (Brother) (Alive)
Luna, Linza D. (Sister) (unknown)
Luna, Dona D. (Sister) (unknown)
Luna, Hermano I. (Brother) (unknown)
Luna, Maria D. (Sister) (Alive)
Luna, Juano D. (Brother) (Alive)
Luna, Liliza D. (Sister) (unknown)
Luna, Donia D. (Sister) (unknown)
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“When one man is ready to risk his life, ten thousand men cannot defeat him.”
Personal Dossier
Name
Ei Yu
Age
29
Date of Birth
December 28th, 1919
Gender
Female
Origin
Nanjing, Republic of China
Appearance
Ei Yu can slip into a Chinese crowd with little difficulty – her appearance being that of a common poor Chinese woman of adult age. She stands at a full 5’2”, the stock average of her gender among her fellow eastern and southeastern Asians. She’s well-toned after a decade of fighting and conditioning against Japanese Imperialists and keeps up a martial arts regimen in order to keep herself “centered” and ready for anything. Her hair is a dark brown-black and she has brown eyes with an unassuming appearance that is often made even moreso with the choice of clothing that is more reminiscent of a dǒulì-toting rice farmer than the resistance soldier that she is.
Personality
Ei Yu inherited a broad intelligence and self-oriented philosophy from her father, often believing strongly that despite her role in traditional Chinese society the only way things were going to be done correctly was with her directing them. Given her particular struggles as a member of the Chinese Resistance this has been a trait that has only been affirmed throughout nearly eleven years of struggle and experience. This isn’t to say Yu thinks people are incompetent, but rather they lack the emotional stability to think logically and efficiently when it comes to a problem. In many conflicts this has arisen to Yu maintaining a level head and subverting her own emotions to get the most optimal result. It’s hard to disagree with Yu when she’s survived as long as she has against the Japanese forces that intend to dominate her culture, people, and the Chinese way of being. But at the end of the day, Yu isn’t as emotionally mute as she would lead her comrades to believe.
The Rape of Nanjing has scarred the deepest, oldest memories of Yu’s mind; the event causing an emotional instability that leads to huge waves of post-traumatic stress, anxiety, guilt, hatred, fear, and obsession. Yu’s focus is only to cope with the dark emotions that remain deep within her heart and soul. From her perspective it is a productive thing to ignore her feelings, especially considering the traditions she was born with consist of quiet resilience and stoicism as primary values. Sometimes she is candidly blunt and othertimes she is simply being “objective” regarding her hatred and concerns, but in the end she’d rather swallow a bullet than admit her own anxieties, fears, and speak of the guilt she has on surviving Nanjing.
The Rape of Nanjing has scarred the deepest, oldest memories of Yu’s mind; the event causing an emotional instability that leads to huge waves of post-traumatic stress, anxiety, guilt, hatred, fear, and obsession. Yu’s focus is only to cope with the dark emotions that remain deep within her heart and soul. From her perspective it is a productive thing to ignore her feelings, especially considering the traditions she was born with consist of quiet resilience and stoicism as primary values. Sometimes she is candidly blunt and othertimes she is simply being “objective” regarding her hatred and concerns, but in the end she’d rather swallow a bullet than admit her own anxieties, fears, and speak of the guilt she has on surviving Nanjing.
Background
Ei Yu was born to a small Chinese family in Nanjing in 1923 during a perilous time in the Republic of China.
Yu’s father, Ei Zhong, was a Chinese Capitalist and Nationalist who served as one of the most influential men in Nanjing prior to his death at the hands of the Japanese when the Sino-Japanese War reached its climax as foreign soldiers sacked the capital of the Republic of China. Ultimately, what this meant for Yu was that her life was built to inherit great wealth and to propagate alliances throughout the capitalists who both opposed the fascist beliefs of Chiang Jieshi and the socialist contemporaries that opposed him. Those who knew Zhong often warned him that the “American” and “French” sensibilities he believed in would be his undoing if the civil war that was brewing didn’t create a casualty out of him first. It is only ironic that his death was not from his politics or from civil unrest but rather a Japanese bullet.
Yu’s mother died in childbirth and was effectively raised by her extended family including her father’s second wife, Qiao Xuefeng. Given Yu lacked significant knowledge of her mother this didn’t effect much of her perspective growing up, though she often felt like her father valued her less for being born the “wrong” gender as many female Chinese often did. Yu kept her discontent to herself, though there was often an unspoken, quiet ambition in her since she was a young girl. This was clear enough when Yu decided to study at the Jinling Women's College in 1936. Unfortunately, this admittance to a higher education would be temporary as one year later Yu found herself hiding in the college as Japanese machine-guns echoed in the streets of Nanjing; The invasion of Nanjing had begun. The American missionary and educator who ran Ginling College, Wilhelmina Vautrin, attempted her very best to keep the safety of her students in mind and Yu would go on to remember the American fondly due to her efforts to protect the Chinese women who looked at the school like a sanctuary and safe haven against the Japanese soldiers that had begun occupying Nanjing.
As much as Yu wanted to find her way home, she knew it was ideal for her to stay at the college; her time there did not end how she wanted it to.
When Japanese soldiers stormed into the college and demanded “comfort women”, Yu saw a side of the Japanese she had only heard about from the other women who were using the college as a safe place away from the fighting. Yu saw firsthand an experience that made her uncomfortable, swearing that she would rather die than meet such a fate. Fortunately, several women offered themselves – sex workers of Nanjing who had taken refuge – instead of the students and children that sat in the school wondering in fear. A situation that Yu appreciated to an extent but at the same time realized the so-called honor of the Japanese was circumstantial and the longer she stayed at the college the sooner she’d be waiting to wonder when the school would run out of enough “comfort women” for the Japanese. She decided she would leave [and carefully so] the first chance she got. She didn’t realize at the time it would be her genesis of becoming a member of the Chinese Resistance.
When Yu found her way home through the war-tattered streets of Nanjing she came home to an empty household. Her father’s body cold alongside her half-brother, Ei Ruiyuan. Her family had been as she feared and she did the most impulsive thing she could think of, swiping the pistol from her father’s dead hands and sought out trouble. A few hours later she was looking down the barrel of an Arisaka 38 and would’ve joined her family in heaven if not for the intervention of a man she would come to know as her mentor and friend, a man named Liu Jingyi. Jingyi would “foster” the young Chinese girl and soon he would introduce her to the movement to oppose Japan. The rest is history.
Yu’s father, Ei Zhong, was a Chinese Capitalist and Nationalist who served as one of the most influential men in Nanjing prior to his death at the hands of the Japanese when the Sino-Japanese War reached its climax as foreign soldiers sacked the capital of the Republic of China. Ultimately, what this meant for Yu was that her life was built to inherit great wealth and to propagate alliances throughout the capitalists who both opposed the fascist beliefs of Chiang Jieshi and the socialist contemporaries that opposed him. Those who knew Zhong often warned him that the “American” and “French” sensibilities he believed in would be his undoing if the civil war that was brewing didn’t create a casualty out of him first. It is only ironic that his death was not from his politics or from civil unrest but rather a Japanese bullet.
Yu’s mother died in childbirth and was effectively raised by her extended family including her father’s second wife, Qiao Xuefeng. Given Yu lacked significant knowledge of her mother this didn’t effect much of her perspective growing up, though she often felt like her father valued her less for being born the “wrong” gender as many female Chinese often did. Yu kept her discontent to herself, though there was often an unspoken, quiet ambition in her since she was a young girl. This was clear enough when Yu decided to study at the Jinling Women's College in 1936. Unfortunately, this admittance to a higher education would be temporary as one year later Yu found herself hiding in the college as Japanese machine-guns echoed in the streets of Nanjing; The invasion of Nanjing had begun. The American missionary and educator who ran Ginling College, Wilhelmina Vautrin, attempted her very best to keep the safety of her students in mind and Yu would go on to remember the American fondly due to her efforts to protect the Chinese women who looked at the school like a sanctuary and safe haven against the Japanese soldiers that had begun occupying Nanjing.
As much as Yu wanted to find her way home, she knew it was ideal for her to stay at the college; her time there did not end how she wanted it to.
When Japanese soldiers stormed into the college and demanded “comfort women”, Yu saw a side of the Japanese she had only heard about from the other women who were using the college as a safe place away from the fighting. Yu saw firsthand an experience that made her uncomfortable, swearing that she would rather die than meet such a fate. Fortunately, several women offered themselves – sex workers of Nanjing who had taken refuge – instead of the students and children that sat in the school wondering in fear. A situation that Yu appreciated to an extent but at the same time realized the so-called honor of the Japanese was circumstantial and the longer she stayed at the college the sooner she’d be waiting to wonder when the school would run out of enough “comfort women” for the Japanese. She decided she would leave [and carefully so] the first chance she got. She didn’t realize at the time it would be her genesis of becoming a member of the Chinese Resistance.
When Yu found her way home through the war-tattered streets of Nanjing she came home to an empty household. Her father’s body cold alongside her half-brother, Ei Ruiyuan. Her family had been as she feared and she did the most impulsive thing she could think of, swiping the pistol from her father’s dead hands and sought out trouble. A few hours later she was looking down the barrel of an Arisaka 38 and would’ve joined her family in heaven if not for the intervention of a man she would come to know as her mentor and friend, a man named Liu Jingyi. Jingyi would “foster” the young Chinese girl and soon he would introduce her to the movement to oppose Japan. The rest is history.
Attributes & Other Information
Classification
Designated Marksman
Equipment
Arisaka 38 Bolt-Action Rifle
Model 26 Hammerless Revolver
Writer's Note: Alternative loadouts are relatively likely for Yu once she gets supplied by coalition forces held by the Soviets and remaining Allies in British Raj. She will most likely find the Lee Enfield and Mosin-Nagant as superior rifles to the Arisaka 38 she has grown used to using. In combination with her experimental equipment, this suggests Yu is flexible and holds no favoritism toward her weapons.
Model 26 Hammerless Revolver
Writer's Note: Alternative loadouts are relatively likely for Yu once she gets supplied by coalition forces held by the Soviets and remaining Allies in British Raj. She will most likely find the Lee Enfield and Mosin-Nagant as superior rifles to the Arisaka 38 she has grown used to using. In combination with her experimental equipment, this suggests Yu is flexible and holds no favoritism toward her weapons.
Experimental Equipment
In addition to the standard experimental equipment provided, Yu has been issued a filterable scope based on the Zielgerät 1229, a prototype acquired by the Soviets after a German laboratory was seized in Eastern Europe. Named the Хельсинг as a joke by soviet scientists, the name has stuck though Yu herself has no idea what it means.
To explain the Хельсинг is pretty simple. The filtered scope can be applied to any rifle (or even a machine gun) with little issue or detrimental weight. Much like the Zielgerät 1229, the Хельсинг allows the shooter to have a multiple range of options when approaching a firefight including night vision, infrared vision, and electromagnetic vision. The development of such a weapon can turn the tide of a battle, though only a small handful have been developed since the prototype was developed. It is likely that the one issued to Yu is one of the only models designated to the Asian Theatre. Such things will allow the 914 better awareness and mobility in their missions throughout Eastern, Southern, and Southeastern Asia.
To explain the Хельсинг is pretty simple. The filtered scope can be applied to any rifle (or even a machine gun) with little issue or detrimental weight. Much like the Zielgerät 1229, the Хельсинг allows the shooter to have a multiple range of options when approaching a firefight including night vision, infrared vision, and electromagnetic vision. The development of such a weapon can turn the tide of a battle, though only a small handful have been developed since the prototype was developed. It is likely that the one issued to Yu is one of the only models designated to the Asian Theatre. Such things will allow the 914 better awareness and mobility in their missions throughout Eastern, Southern, and Southeastern Asia.
Experience
Yu was nearing her eighteenth birthday when the Imperial Japanese Army attacked Nanjing, an event that she considers the one thing that changed her life. Eventually she found herself involved within the Chinese Liberation Movement, a group of freedom fighters that represented China much like how the French Resistance had done so for France [albeit unsuccessfully]. The date she “officially” joined is hard to say, but it would have to have occurred at the earliest in 1941, around four years after the massacre. Though Yu herself considers Nanjing as the day of her “recruitment”.
Her induction into the cross-faction “experimental” squadron, the 914, has come from a decade of experience, though most veteran soldiers would consider Yu’s experience as representing more of skirmishes and ambushes rather than a true field of battle. There are exceptions with a decade of fighting, of course, but being a female soldier comes with its share of prejudices and misconceptions.
Her induction into the cross-faction “experimental” squadron, the 914, has come from a decade of experience, though most veteran soldiers would consider Yu’s experience as representing more of skirmishes and ambushes rather than a true field of battle. There are exceptions with a decade of fighting, of course, but being a female soldier comes with its share of prejudices and misconceptions.
▪ Chinese Liberation Movement (1938- )
▪ Coalition Against Imperial Japan (1948- )
▪ Coalition Against Imperial Japan (1948- )
Relations
Ei Zhong (1895-1937)
Yu’s father and a victim of the Rape of Nanjing.
Liu Jingyi (1874-1943)
A survivor of Nanjing and a former member of the Chinese Resistance – Jingyi was probably the closest thing to family that Yu has left. The two are unrelated, but Jingyi’s fostering of Yu can be said to have been that of a second father. A veteran of the Dungan Revolt, the Boxer Rebellion, and a multitude of other conflicts, Jingyi would direct Yu’s life within the Chinese Liberation Movement. Due to his involvement in the Soviet Invasion of Xinjiang he had a strong distaste for communists and Russians in general; a trait that has influenced Yu’s way of thinking.
Liao Xuefeng (1921- )
A male soldier within the Chinese Resistance and a close friend.
Yu’s father and a victim of the Rape of Nanjing.
Liu Jingyi (1874-1943)
A survivor of Nanjing and a former member of the Chinese Resistance – Jingyi was probably the closest thing to family that Yu has left. The two are unrelated, but Jingyi’s fostering of Yu can be said to have been that of a second father. A veteran of the Dungan Revolt, the Boxer Rebellion, and a multitude of other conflicts, Jingyi would direct Yu’s life within the Chinese Liberation Movement. Due to his involvement in the Soviet Invasion of Xinjiang he had a strong distaste for communists and Russians in general; a trait that has influenced Yu’s way of thinking.
Liao Xuefeng (1921- )
A male soldier within the Chinese Resistance and a close friend.
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