[CHAR] 'No Country of Mine' - Valo's Continental War

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Corporal Isiah Neskrivich

Isiah Neskrivich

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Isiah Neskrivich

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Name
Isiah Neskrivich

Gender
Male

Age
28

Birthplace
Gertruda, Hollai - Mundae

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Rank
Corporal

Role
Specialist

Equipment

- Dark brown uniform (underwear and white T-shirt)
- Two-Inch wide black leather belt
- Black over the calf high hard leather boots, polished
- Green Steel Pot Helmet
- Black leather gloves
- OD Green overcoat
- Black leather suspenders affixed to the black leather belt to create LBE
- Eight canvas ammunition pouches, four on each side of the frontal hip.
- Two large canvas ammunition pouches, two on each side of the chest [Designed to hold drum-mags].
- A one quarter canteen on the right rear hip.
- Combat knife in right sheathe
- Small Survival knife in left boot
- Light-duty camera
- Light day-burgen containing necessities, including wash-kit, weapon cleaning kit, blanket, rags, small-day rations and personal desirables like flim.
- Pocket Journal
- Two hand grenades
- 342 Rounds of 7.62x25mm cartriges within 6 Box-magazines and 2 Drum-magazines
- Engraved Model 137 in personal Chest Holster
- Automatic Carbine 140 [AC140] Sub-Machine Gun

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Appearance
Isiah stands at 5'11", with a fairly well-built stance that managed to suit the requirements of the Gersa Coalition Training Unit. His eyes are a deep shade of blue, as common with most Mundae in the common era. His hair is of a fair, light brown shade, usually styled in a lightly curled and ruffled manner, which fit the Military regulations as they both can fit underneath a parade cap and helmet. A faint scar sits on his right cheek, but spreads so it lightly fades further up his head, slightly cutting between his right brow. With his uniform, apart from the lack of cap that is usually provided to Privates, he only has a Green steel pot helmet, as well as the addition of the Corporal's NCO sachet which sits on either shoulder. Around the helmet is a tight, black band, which keeps a raw-produced photo that he took onto his head. He states that it is so close to his head to remind him why he needs to fight. The photo is of one of the most brutal scenes of war he had been present at during his photography career, though no one has yet taken a look at it besides him and the IC.

Personality
Isiah is a man that wants to stay updated on everything that's being decided, either in combat or out of it. Being one of the few out of the men or women of the 7th 'Platoon' that has been in combat situations, he's developed an early understanding of how brutal the lines can be. From his previous job, he understands that some scenes are disturbing, but the fact that the hellish and recklessness of the Gersa Front has now gone away, and that he'd have to work on-duty in a more rural environment where the fights would be smaller and less chaotic than the battles of the front. However, he does like to get to know all the individuals in his group, occasionally old habits begin to come back and he'll almost 'Interview' them. This works as a way to strengthen the bond between the spoken individual (Or sometimes aggravate) and to also understand what kind of fighter they are. Though he's not as commanding as their Sergeant, he does deliver his chain of command well enough to keep the given position.

Relationships

Private Sedov
Isiah knew briefly about the Man's past, but the details of his discharge weren't known. He didn't want to question it, but the wartime photographer inside of him said otherwise. The man puts pressure on him, which makes Isiah hesitant during training. Alas, they are brothers-in-arms. There's still time to work together, however brief it may be.

Sergeant Svaska
Sergeant Svaska is the most veteran of all of 7th Platoon, meaning that he is certainly one to trust. If his experience in time-length for his service was not enough to catch your interest, then his famous records of victories may do. Svaska and Neskrivich both get along fine, but Svaska has enforced his all-powerful voice to get him into line. The two have exchanged drinks several times during training, and act as the longest serving members of 7th Platoon, remaining good comrades to one another.

Private Vasilyev
The Private and Neskrivich both exhanged a brief encounter during training, as did everyone else. Isiah asked him a few questions of his past, but got no answers that could be worth taking notes of.

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History
Isiah was born to a Mundae military-bred family that usually spread amongst two options. When each child would grow to the rightful age, they'd need to decide whether they'd go into one of the military branches or remain on their homeland, farming and creating a profit through business made with others in the more advanced and technologically impressive City of Verhnot. As he was in the town of Gertruda, there was a nice community that had many families which followed the same ritual. This gave the large town a good reputation of supplying the Military with new generations constantly. During the days of growing up, Isiah lived up towards his mother's career within the Gersan Navy. She and her husband had met at a Hollai Officer's Ball after they had battled off a terrorist organisation on remote islands that threatened and ambushed convoys.

By the time Isiah was born, his father was already retired from the Army, taking an early leave to father his only child. His wife soon went back into service as soon as she could, and began to continue family life. Due to him living by the danger of the world, he decided to adopt another child early on in Isiah's life, slightly younger than his son, and bring her up alongside as a sister. This kept him occupied, as he wished to allow the children to decide what future they'd want (Though he secretly admired for them to take the military route).

As Isiah grew up, he began to develop a love for nature, sitting in his back-garden drawing his father at work for hours and hours. His appreciation for images and picturesque scenes allowed for him to look towards a sort of code he'd live by. He believed that every picture can tell a story more than a story can. It was a confusing statement, but it drove his passion for capturing iconic moments in the world's history. Whilst his adopted sister, whom he held a strong bond with, followed his interest, she did not appreciate it as much as her sibling. The two excelled through their local school with above-average grading.

By the time they reached the rightful age of 17, where at the time it was compulsory to choose between the Military life or Civilian life in their town of Gertruda. This was where the two parted, signalling what could be the end of their face-to-face meetups. Isiah chose the civilian lifestyle, but promised that after he honed his skills further, he would somehow join her in the Military in a different way. He was right, but it took time. His sister, Sybil, soon signed up to the very experimental, at the time, Sky-Navy. The two began to write to each other weekly, time after time again, as soon as they had left each other's reaches. Soon after she had left, Isiah applied for a career in a local newspaper, where he worked as a photographer with new analogue clockwork cameras. Here, he worked for two years, until he moved inland to Avea, where he entered its capital, Greal, to join a larger newspaper organisation. Being in one of the biggest companies in the industry in what would become the Capital of the soon-to-come Gersa Coalition, he began to further enhance his skills with big stories.

Years passed, until he was 28, a month before the first declaration of war against the Wrea Federation, he had worked with the newspaper organisation making a name for himself at a semi-notoriety level. This semi-notoriety, however, gave him a chance to become something almost undeniably more exciting. The military itself would include the closely related neighbouring countries of Buo and his homeland Hollai, and they offered him a chance to become a military/wartime photographer. As soon as he had the chance, he accepted and transferred over.

A week before the war broke out and Buo was invaded, he had already taken up the chances to meet those preparing for any possible conflict (As tensions between the Wrea Federation and the trio-nations had began tightening). He took a trip out to sea to visit Sybil for the first time in many years, and was shocked to see her already a Captain of her own tremendous vessel. She commandeered the 'Lovoski', a famous Jvska-Class Destroyer named after a leader of the Hollai Government years ago who had saved them from a full-scale invasion. It surprised him, and many wartime preparations were casually taken. He also had the chance to finally visit his aged mother, who was now a respected Admiral of the Navy in her Invigilator-Class Battleship.

Not long after he had returned to his stationary home-base, Buo was invaded. Quicker than anyone could have imagined, the Gersa Coalition was formed, as if planned in the case of an emergency, and all three countries were at war with the Wrea Federation, who had been invading other smaller countries over the years. The entire combined nation front was developed, and the Federation were halted halfway through Buo and partially the way through Hollai. The demand for active news to be transferred across the lines and fed to those in their homes was at its peak. Information about the war was needed so that the citizens could be persuaded to enlist in the masses. And so, at least a hundred wartime photographers like Isiah were mounted onto vehicles and driven to frontal command posts.

For the next year, Isiah witnessed things that no regular photographer could. The brutality of war, cruel actions of new wartime weaponry and horrors of conflict as a whole. They were all captured in his drastic photo-work. From what he first feared, Isiah eventually became somewhat used to. As if his humanity had been wiped out, he was soon to become as hardened as those who were fighting on the front. He captured pictures of men holding towns to the tooth and nail, airships flying high and bombarding either faction. Isiah eventually produced two specific photos that became iconic wartime images, and were soon recognisable from almost everyone who saw it. Known by their names of 'The Man-made Eclipse' (A daunting image of a Invigilator-Class Battleship squaring off against a WFD-48 Vessel of the FAF) and the powerful image of 'The Morning Raid' (Showing a symbol of heroism through a famous Harcsen and Disas combined victory over the town of Juhaii by the rising of the Gersa Coalition Flag.). They too were soon recognised as images of war, amongst a few other famous snapshots from other famous photographers. Isiah had received a short-term injury via artillery shrapnel, which had left his signature scar across his right cheek and splitting his right-brow into two.

Not long after 'The Morning Raid' was released to the public, Isiah received a visit from his Command Post's CO, who informed him of a loss of a loved one. The letter read out that his mother had died valiantly when escorting a convoy against two SH-05s. This soon became Isiah's first loss of a family in his life, and it came at a large pain. There could be no official funeral, only a collective one. She was buried in her own vessel at the bottom of the Northern Valo Sea.

A month passed, and soon, something came by. There was a new law, and a new order. Many individuals from all over the country, most of which hadn't even seen combat, were being forced to sign up for a two-month training course. Many thought it was to sign up for the reserve forces, but no one could have predicted it was for the ideals that were the 65th Spearhead Division's. Isiah was one of the individuals unfortunate enough to be picked, due to his experience on seeing the brutality of war.

He wasn't the best trainee, but from how much he had changed as a person from seeing the combat for so long without being able to interfere meant that he was reluctant to persevere with training, taking many by example and becoming a trainee to look-up-to by standards. Eventually, by the time they were finished with their training, they were mixed in with a few individuals who had volunteered from the reserves. Unfortunately, being placed in the 7th Platoon, which were nicknamed the 'School of Svaska', due to them having the only non-reserve as their IC.

After Sergeant Gurthan Svaska looked over all the training files of the 7th Platoon, he put them in several scenarios and situations before electing his two Corporals and three Lance Corporals. They were to lead by his example and preach it to those below him as if it were a religion. Sergeant Svaska particularly got along with Isiah, admiring his courage to serve on the front without a weapon in his hand. He has credited him in privacy about several of his released photos, as well as praising both serving family members (And giving his sorrow towards the one that was now deceased).

Both Corporals were the first to be told by Sergeant Svaska about the plan they were to be given. It came as a shock to both of them, but also settled in as a weight of responsibility and pride. They'd have the chance to finally save millions of lives by crumbling the frontline attacking their own homelands. However, he was unaware of the work ahead.

Family
Father - Levis Neskrivich
Mother - Admiral Fenria Neskrivich [K.I.A. During a Convoy Raid]
Adopted Sister - Captain Sybil Neskrivich
Uncle - 2nd Lieutenant Hadvar Neskrivich [K.I.A. During the Battle of Lowten Ridge]

Character Theme
Apocalypse Please

[Gunther]

Private Karl Sedov

Name Karl Sedov
Gender Male
Age 31
Birthplace by Nationality Kiel, Buo (Harcsen)
Rank Private
Role Rifleman

Equipment

Equipment

- dark brown uniform (underwear and white T-shirt)
- two inch wide black leather belt
- black over the calf high hard leather boots, polished
- dark brown garrison cap
- OD Green steel pot
- black leather gloves
- OD Green overcoat
- black leather suspenders affixed to the black leather belt to create Load Bearing Equipment (LBE)
- eight canvas ammunition pouches, four on each side of the belt. Each holding ten rounds of 7.62mm ammunition.
- a one quart canteen on the left rear hip.
- bayonet in scabbard on left side behind ammunition pouches.
- boot knife in scabbard at top of right boot
- survival knife in scabbard on right side near canteen
- wooden handle entrenching tool
- small day pack on back containing rations, weapons’s cleaning kit, rag, light blanket and other personal effects including spare cigarettes.
- lighter
- four hand grenades
- 100 rounds of 7.62mm ball ammunition in 5-round stripper clips
- Markov–Reissend M96/30 bolt action rifle

Appearance Karl stands 6’3” tall and weighs 220 Lbs. He is of a muscular build with sandy blonde hair, cut short and steel gray eyes. A few scars adorn his body including a gunshot wound to his left shoulder. The scar tissue is the same diameter of the Wrea Federation’s rifles, 7.92mm (0.31”). There are other scars from knives or other sharpened tools, but the scar to the left shoulder, received in combat with the enemy is his bitterest reminder of why he is here.

Karl wears the dark brown wool/cotton blend uniform of the Gersan Coalition. The jacket extends to the crotch area with four pockets across the front; two high at breast level and two low at waist level. Gold buttons adorn the pockets and four larger gold buttons provide closure to the jacket at the center of the body. The jacket has epaulettes on both shoulders displaying an olive drab board with no stripe, indicating the rank of a Private. The edge of the board is lined in a red pin stripe identifying him as an infantryman. His footwear are a pair of black leather boots ending just below the knee. He wears a black 2” wide leather belt at the waist and load bearing equipment made of leather and canvas. He has two headgear. One is a dark brown garrison cap; the thin rectangular shaped cap that spreads over the head and is tapered to a point at the top. The second is his olive-green steel pot intended as protection against shrapnel. He also has a pair of black leather gloves and a heavier olive green jacket for inclement weather.

Personality
Karl is a bitter man. He is filled with hatred only wanting to kill. He does not care if he lives or dies somtimes. Yes, even he has good days and bad. He is an emotional person, wearing his heart on his sleeve. He tends to be a loner because he does not want to be hurt by making friends with someone and seeing them die. Often times he feels he has nothing more to live for. Most of the time he keeps silent unless he is spoken to. He will respond. He does tend be negative more than positive, brooding over some mishap or streak of bad luck recently hitting him. When urged into action, he will take charge, loud and violently yelling out commands as he sees fit. For the most part he is disciplined, listening to the NCOs appointed over him. But in the lack of guidance, he may be moved to take charge.

Relationships

To be filled in as characters arrive. Updated as necessary.
Sergeant Gurthan Svaska (NPC): The Avean squad leader appears to be of the standard Avean Army NCO caliber; hard nosed and by the books. WEll, as by the books as an NCO can get in this hastily built regiment of the 65th Division. Karl and Sergeant Svaska have an understanding. They both know that if the former Harcsen NCO screws up, the Avean NCO will not hesitate in silencing his life for ever. Karl is not in a hurry to die, even if his actions may speak otherwise. He watches what he says and does around the burly Sergeant.

Corporal Isiah Neskrivich: Karl is suspicious of the Mundae, not knowing what to make of him and his cameras. He will follow the man simply because he is wearing NCO rank. But if he does something stupid, respect will dissipate some. If the Corporal does not live up to expectations, Karl knows he may just have to take charge.

History
Karl was born in Kiel, a coastal city of Buo. His family had been fishermen since time immemorial. Karl’s father, Gustav was a fisherman and his grandfather, Ytzhak was also a fisherman. Karl hated fishing. He hated the water and wanted to have nothing to do with the water. He placated his father by engaging the profession as a young man, but silently wished he were doing something else.

Growing up was rough for Karl. When his father wasn’t fishing, he was drinking alcohol, drunk and beating Karl for any small infraction the boy might inflict. He was always getting into fights; sometimes he won, but more often he got beat. He always left his opponent knowing he had gotten into a fight.

As a young man, he joined the Hercsan Army of Buo serving as a rifleman. In six years, he attained the rank of Sergeant. He was perfect for the job. He was disciplined, knew his place and took care of his men. He felt as though he had finally found his place in the world. He served as squad leader for several years before the Wrea Federation came across the border with Buo and began destroying the countryside.

Sergeant Sedov’s unit was badly mauled over during their first baptism by fire, but the survivors were able to fall back, living to fight again. Karl’s 51st Rifle Regiment of Buo’s twelfth rifle division managed to make it over the Avean border just as the Gersan Coalition was formed and took up the mantle to collectively fight against the invading Wrea soldiers. Karl Sedov felt a fire burning in his chest; it was hatred for his enemy. It was during this first test of combat, Sergeant Sedov received a gunshot wound to the left shoulder.

A stalemate settled over the land with occasional firefights erupting at various points along the front line. Often times, the condition of sitting in one place cause soldiers to misbehave or act inappropriately. Sergeant Sedov and his squad silently made their way to the enemy side of the line without orders. The squad got into a fight with a numerically superior enemy. Karl did receive a slashing wound to his left bicep from a Wrea bayonet, but the squad made it back to friendly lines with only two soldiers killed in action.

Karl’s company commander was furious and ordered a court martial for the squad leader. He was reduced in rank to Lance Corporal and sent to the rear for a month. While he was resting and thinking about what he had done; he got drunk, stole a truck and made his way back to the front. He sought out his unit’s company commander. When the drunken Lance Corporal found the man, he pulled out a Krupin pistol and shot him in the forehead. The gunshot woke everyone in the vicinity and Karl Sedov was arrested. He was charged with murder and placed on death row upon conviction. This time he was demoted to the rank of Private.

While serving time in a military prison, he learned that his parents and grandparents were executed by the Wrea Federation. His brother, Roland, who he has not seen in years is currently serving in the Gersan Navy and his sister Katerina, who he also has not seen in years, serves as an NCO in the Gersan Sky-Navy. The news of his parents’ death has left him very bitter. He wishes only to avenge their deaths. Given the opportunity, he would return to the front line to serve the nation as a soldier rather than rot in prison or die at the hands of the executioner. He feels remorse for killing his Captain. He knew he lost control and that he should not have drank alcohol. It was his father’s demon and could become his as well. Restraint around alcohol has become his life lesson. One that may test him again in the future.

But now times are desperate for the Gersan Coalition and the top brass have decided it is necessary to scrape the bottom of the barrel so to speak in order to put up a stout defense against the Wrea Federation. As a convicted felon, those officers in their lofty positions who make decisions initially did not want to release prisoners convicted of murder or treason. But the Karl Sedov had an exemplary career prior to his malicious deed that landed him in prison. They eventually relented when the situation became dire. Their only condition was that he be placed under the command of a strong NCO who would not hesitate to kill Private Sedov if he were to get out of hand.

Family
Gustav Sedov – Father, deceased. Killed by Wrea Federation occupation forces

Maria Sedov – Mother, deceased. Killed by Wrea Federation occupation forces

Ytzhak Sedov – Grandfather, deceased. Killed by Wrea Federation occupation forces

Mazi Sedov – Grandmother, deceased. Killed by Wrea Federation occupation forces

Roland Sedov – Brother, 29 serving as a sailor aboard an Invigilator-Class Battleship known as the “Debilitor”. Roland holds the rank of Petty Officer Second Class and serves as a gunner’s mate on battery one, a three barrel 16” cannon turret.

Katerina Sedov – Sister, 33 is serving as a Chief Petty Officer aboard the “Buonaventure”, a Ferdez Class Destroyer. Her primary responsibilities are on the bridge of the Destroyer, supervising the lower enlisted sailors of the bridge crew.

Theme Song
Heathens

[GrimmReconz]

Private Anatoli Vasilyev

Anatoli Vasilyev

Name
Anatoli Vasilyev

Gender
Male

Age
22

Birthplace by Nationality
Vasas, Hollai - Mundae

Rank
Private

Role
Machine Gunner

Equipment

- dark brown uniform (underwear and white T-shirt)
- two inch wide black leather belt
- black over the calf high hard leather boots, polished
- dark brown garrison cap
- OD Green steel pot
- black leather gloves
- OD Green overcoat
- black leather suspenders affixed to the black leather belt to create Load Bearing Equipment (LBE)
- four canvas ammunition pouches, two on each side of the belt. Each holding a spare magazine for the model 137
- a one quart canteen on the left rear hip.
- boot knife in scabbard at top of right boot
- Khukri in scabbard on right side near canteen
- chakmak and karda knives
- wooden handle entrenching tool
- medium sized day pack on back containing rations, weapons’s cleaning kit, rag, light blanket and other personal effects including spare socks and underwear.
- Matchbox
- two model 119 hand grenades
- Model 137 holstered at waist
- Model 133 Light Machine Gun
- 4 loaded 60 round pan magazines (one loaded and three spares)
- 240 rounds of spare 7.62x54 ammunition

Appearance
Anatoli is tall and robust, however lean. He stands at 6'1 and weighed just over 195 pounds when he'd completed training. He's got jet black hair that is kept short yet visible, and a closely shaved beard. Anatoli has brown eyes which are uncommon for most Mundae however was a dominant trait on his father's side of the family. Several old stab scars reside on his abdomen, though healed they seem to have received very crude treatment. His uniform is the standard issued uniform given to all troops, though Anatoli has bad habits of leaving it rather unkempt.

Personality
Anatoli is a rather quiet man, he's always calculating in his head and analyzing the environment around him. Anatoli had never been involved in any kind of conventional warfare, only a handful of prison fights and dozens of scraps in his youth. More of a speak when spoken too kind of guy, most will come to realize that Anatoli is both proud and ambitious, seeking to survive the war while establishing himself in society. Told he'd likely never see his family or friends again was crushing at first but he hoped that if he died in battle he'd at least be remembered by what little family he had left.

Relationships

History
Anatoli was born to two poorer members of society in Vasas, Hollai. Vasas was a decently sized town near the border of Hollai and the Wrea Federation. Vasas was somewhat infamous for its high crime rates and rumors of ruthless gangsters using it as a hideout. The people of Vasas were hardworking but most weren't violent people which made racketeering and intimidation a cake walk. His mother Violetta was a small but tough woman who worked at a local pub while his stocky father was the co-founder a busy butcher's shop.

Growing up in a rougher part of town Anatoli was always getting into scuffles in both school and around his neighborhood. His parents gave him the choice of becoming a butcher like his father or taking over the pub like his mother but he was never sure. One month he wanted to follow his father's footsteps and the other he wanted to follow his mother's. Only a couple weeks after Anatoli turned 17 his father was involved in a bad accident while unloading a supply of new shop equipment. The dolly that was carrying a little over 400 pounds of meats and equipment was faulty causing two of the wheels to break, sending 3/4 of its contents rolling over Dmitriy. Being late at night he sat there being suffocated for nearly 9 hours before his coworkers came back the next morning and found his lifeless body.

Anatoli was now left with no choice but to follow his father's footsteps as the original founder wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed and would likely drive the business into the ground. Victor, Anatoli's older brother, chose to enlist with the Gersan Sky-Navy and become a pilot as soon as he could, leaving Violetta and Anatoli to support themselves. After only a few weeks of work at the shop he'd began to notice some odd things, like people he'd never seen a day in his life snooping around the store with the owner. These certainly weren't customers as they were wearing fancy suits made of expensive materials that he could only dream of even touching. Several days later he walked in on the two men exchanging an envelope of money as crates of what looked to be stolen goods were wheeled into the shops back room and offices. Though he tried to play it off like he saw nothing and was simply grabbing a fresh carcass for processing, two large men approached him and forcefully sat him down. A small but mean looking man in a red suit who Anatoli could only assume was the boss of some organized crime group offered sincere but harsh condolences for his father's death before getting back to business with the owner. The two men seemed to be arguing now, the smaller man's face turning dark red as he reached into his coat and revealed a model 100 revolver. The owner didn't have time to react or look worried as the man in the red suit fired two shots into his chest, one tearing through his spleen, the other through his liver.

As the owner crumpled to the floor, several of Anatoli's coworkers could be heard fleeing the shop from the back room. Turning to Anatoli himself he said only five words before him and his two goons left the shop dragging the dead body away. "You work for us now". The sudden murder of someone he grew up around was shocking but didn't cause him to panic, he'd seen several dead bodies growing up in the rough parts of Vasas. Now in charge of the butchers shop, Anatoli kept it closed for a few days, taking the time to think. He didn't report the murder to anyone, not even his mother, and his employees agreed to keep their mouths shut in fear of the gangsters. So there Anatoli was, coerced into using his shop as a front for one of several gangs that plagued this side of the town and for six months it'd stay that way.

One night while closing the shop several police cars arrived with a warrant for his arrest. Anatoli offered no resistance still not knowing what was going on. One thing happened after another and by the time he realized what had happened he'd been sentenced to 7 years in prison for various conspiracy charges. Somehow the cops found out about the previous owner of the shops death, which lead to the discovery of other illegal activities like the storing of stolen goods in a butchers shop. The shop was closed down and sold off to someone else and his families name was somewhat tarnished though not entirely. Vasas was one of the first towns to be bombed when the war started some time later. His mother was killed as were most of the other townsfolk. Luckily the prison Anatoli was serving his sentence at was further inland towards Avea. Though he had survived the bombings, he only lived to be conscripted for a suicide mission.

Family
Violetta Vasilyev - Mother [Died in bombing of Vasas]
Dmitriy Vasilyev - Father [Killed in an accident before the war]
Victor Vasilyev - Older Brother [GLF-51 Pilot]
Pavel Vasilyev - Cousin [Boatswain aboard a Goliath Frigate]

Theme Song
https://youtu.be/yAKmnipYyww

[User]

Name
Charles Richardson

Gender
Male

Age
28

Birthplace by Nationality
Gersa Coalition - Hollai - Chorlton (Small Industrial Town)

Rank
Lance Corporal

Role
Armoured Crew

Equipment
Model 100 "Reissend"
Dark green, steel, Tankers Helmet with his serial number stencilled on
Brown Aviator Goggles
Brown Coal Mask (Gas Mask)
Two Spare Filters for the Gas Mask
Entrenching Tool
2x Three-Quarters Quats Canteen
Black Leather Steel Caped boots, scuffed and Worn.
Leather Bound Chainlink Glove
Dark Grey Overcoat, Silver and Tin Buttons going down the front.
Leather Satchel with some tools to fix minor problems, it also holds the Following:
- Two Pairs of Brown Socks
- Three Pairs of Pants
- His Identification
- Pair of Spectacles
- Some assorted foot Stuff
- 60 Rounds for his Revolver
He also has his grey Tankers Trousers that match his Overcoat, of which has on it:
- A Lance Corporal Epaulet on his right Shoulder
- 29th Veterans Badge on his right Collor
- 67th Trooper Badge on his Left Collor

Appearance

A decent 6'3. He is thin and hollowed cheeks. He wears his black Armoured Infantry coat and Gas Mask when he is stoking the engines. He has buttons of tin down his jacket along with two pouches, one for ammo, the other for repair supplies. In terms of him without his Mask on, he looks like so: with the normal armoured infantry Hat:

Personality
Richardson is a strange sort of man. A different type of crazy. He does have a soul and he isn't heartless, but he was a soldier before the war even kicked off. When it started he saw some shit, some things that made him question his life and his morals. In civilian life, he was an upbeat, cheery chap. With a love of machines and a connection to his girl Drudgery. He is VERY superstitious about battles, he believes that everything is luck and chance. That if he can get lucky, just once he can see the war until the end. he is brutal in war, he will fight till he can no longer stand and will fight when he is on the ground, he knows the war, he doesn't need to be told his duty. he has seen combat, the tough, brutal mess of the front lines, the dug in deep men and later women, fighting for their lives.

Relationships

(I'll leave this blank as I don't know who he will meet and I will RP him joining the battalion as a support detail, if allowed of course.)

History
Richardson was born unto a Mundae family. His family was a group of hard working civilians at the weapons factory. His mother worked the assembly line, putting bullets together and checking over the shells. His father worked in the control centre and ran the machines. And his brother, well, he worked on the Armoured Vehicles. They were not the large vehicles that were seen on propaganda posters or paraded around, he worked on the Perseus' that came through and occasionally the Krumpnicks when they were needed. As a child, working in the motors and gears of the factory, Charles was fascinated by them. How they worked and how they operated. He had a happy life in his early years, fixing the blockages and cleaning gears when they got stuck. As he grew into a teen, he outgrew the narrow work spaces of the machines and moved onto the factory floor.

His new job in the factory was to oversee the guns loaded onto the vehicles. For this job, he had a ball. he would often sit in the Commander's seat and play around, radioing into the other children on the rigs. This did serve a purpose, however, as he soon learnt how to best use each radio and what radiofrequency worked best for what rigs and radios. As the years went by he kept at work at the factory. Grinding on, until he was put into a job making his own Rig at the age of 21. As soon as the parts came in, he was at home. As the parts for his Perseus, he built it up from the ground, from the legs to the chassis. He had the guns swung in and fitted and had a specially tuned radio inserted that would display a clearer, crisper sound. During the weapons test, he was put in charge of driving the rig, as he powered up the motor. He could feel the kick, the life in each leg. The pulse of the engine under his hand, he felt like the rig was speaking to him as if it had chosen him. He knew he didn't want to leave her, didn't want to leave her to some soldiers who wouldn't treat her right. She handled like a dream came to life and had her own personality. It was at that moment, in the pale green light. he decided he didn't ever want to leave her. Didn't ever want to see her go, like a Boy Bonds with a Dog, Richardson bonded with his Perseus.

Richardson, finding his new lot in life. Enlisted in the Army under the Armoured Division. He was lumped in with the 67th where he ran patrols along the border and trained on the guns. He was, luckily, assigned to his Perseus that he called Drudgery. Down to the fact that it was a slow, drudging machine and in many instances just threw rounds. When they went through training, he would work the guns. Hitting many of the targets, he would get used to the gun. Be that the anti-tank shell or the Machine gun. He wanted action, but at the time, there wasn't anyone to fight aside from the occasion ruffians holding up coaches. It wasn't a fun time in those years on the leadup to the war that he didn't know would happen. But he was happy, he was with his Old Girl and it felt like home. Of course, he got lots of stick for his connection to the piece of metal, but he was happy that he said something he could trust in.

Then it happened. The first patrol of the new month. The vehicle was trudging through a forest. Past a mountain cave that was a favourite hiding spot for border guards to sneak off and have a cigarette or smoke. The explosions dropped. The sound was deafening as it rumbled down the cave, the rig was put quickly into the drive as they hurtled out the cave looking up, streaks of tracers of bombs covered the sky. Black flat disks wich make loud buzzing noises filled the skies and dropped their fiery payload. Dropped it all around, along with the border. In the towns and provinces, even down the ravines. It was pandemonium among the border ranks and stationed troops, what were they to do? They were being attacked by weapons they didn't know about and were unable to defend against them, they were not equipped to handle such machines. So as the machines buzzed overhead, the men that were supposed to defend from ANY invaders sat and watch, unable to intervene and stop the butchery.

After the smoke had cleared and the attack was finished, the war was declared. As one of the few surviving rigs left near the border, he was sent to the front. Sent ahead to assist the 29th Infantry Brigade as a support platform. They had dug in hard into a meadow just a few miles over the border and they needed assistance. They were being attacked daily and the mortar support was firing too close or ontop of them. Richardsons Drudgery was sent into assist, as where the rig went. Richardson followed, locked in the mud and the rain, dug in so deep behind the tranch they built. He provided fire support and knocked out enemy armour and infantry when the time arrived. He set there, firing a gun at enemies that were neverending and undying. He sat there in his girl, watching men dying at the hands of faceless wonders, people who he never met but seemed almost godlike in skill. As the battles raged, soon he was just sitting in a crater, in front of lines of trenches devoid of life, trenches that stretched beyond the eyes range and that were within spitting distance of the hostiles. Yet, throughout all of this, the rig was never knocked out. It sat there, dirty, burnt and scarred. But alive and working.

When the 65th Spearhead Divison was made he volunteered his rig. He volunteered himself to the plan, the transfer. He knew he was unlikely to make it out alive. But he doubted his own death, he had his girl, she wouldn't let anything happen to him, no. She was the guardian angel. And he was gonna be A-Okay.

(I am sorry if by his volunteering breaks the plan. But I wrote the bio non-stop. And I do like the story. It's not the best. But it works)

Family
Thomas Richardson - Older Brother - Alive - Serving in the 21st Engineering Corp. Still on the production line of the Rigs
John Richardson - Father - MIA - Went Missing in the Bombings
Jayne Richardson - Mother - KIA - Died in Bombings
Rita Richardson - Grandmother - Alive - Living at the care home.

Theme Song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=emaTh9QnZwE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbw1pGUhG7Q

[Legatus Bellum]

Michael Belov

General Information

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Michael Belov

Name
Michael Belov

Gender
Male

Age
19

Birthplace by Nationality
(not sure what to put here) - Avea - Disas

Rank
Private

Role
Specialist

Equipment

• Dark brown uniform (with underwear and white t-shirt)
• Two-inch-wide leather black belt
• Black over-the-calf-high leather boots
• Green steel pot helmet
• Black leather gloves
• OD green overcoat
• Black suspenders affixed to leather belt to create LBE
• Eight canvas ammunition pouches, four on each side of the frontal hip for 7.62mm ammunition; six contain ACsh box magazines, two with Krupin mags
• Two big pouches for drum mags hanging by his chest
• Two M119s stuffed into his belt
• Combat knife by the left hip
• Survival knife by the right hip
• One quart canteen on right hip by the survival knife
• A pack containing his necessities, i.e. a cleaning kit, rations, wash-kit, blankets, rags, and personal desirables, like a small sketchbook
• 352 rounds of 7.62x25mm ammunition in magazines specifically for submachine gun; 16 rounds in magazines for his pistol
• Model 137 Krupin
• AC140 submachine gun

Appearance
Michael is a small man amongst his companions, standing at 170m, who has dark brown eyes and straight hair he likes to always keep short. He likes keeping it pomaded and swept to the side. His nose is thin and aquiline like his lips. His skin is not in the least fair, being slightly yellowed in colour. He is thin, but he has a bit of muscle, enough to get accepted into the military. He has simply a uniform, adorned with nothing foreign to the original uniform. He also wears steel-framed glasses which he needs to see at long ranges.

Personality
Before being part of the soldiery, Belov was not a friendly person. Actually, he never did anything except sit in his room and read. However, do not be mistaken. He does not read simple literature and stories; he reads history, military theories, and political theories. Since his father was a military officer, he was introduced to such concepts, but his mother attempted to shield him from it. He could be considered spoiled or way too pampered, but he realised this at a young age. He didn’t want to be seen by the outside world as a pampered rich kid, so he continued reading. Unfortunately, his sicknesses as a child made him isolated, so he didn’t have many to talk to. He was also very nationalistic to the point that he was willing to lie to the prefects to get accepted into the military, but he was rejected anyway. He was keen on meeting new allies, so when he was finally accepted, the first thing he did was get to know his comrades. He doesn’t look like much, but he’s intelligent in strategic matters, being the son of an officer, but unfortunately, he is unexperienced in tactical matters. Belov is also very authoritative at home, but he keeps this authoritativeness hidden in the military for fear of punishment by his superiors.

History
Michael was born to a Disas family. His mother was a religious person, and his father was an officer in the military. At an early age, he became very sick with various diseases, giving him his yellowish complexion, as well as resulting in his thin body he hasn’t fully recovered from. This made his mother very overprotective about him while his father, when off-duty, was ordering him to do chores around the house.

At school, he wasn’t really faring well. He used to be weak-minded, enjoying unimportant and childish things, but he eventually grew out of them. Instead of pursuing the things his classmates liked doing, he enjoyed staying at home, simply reading various theories at a young age. He became very interested in history, as well. It was also at this point that he was filled with the nationalistic spirit of his father, but alas, he was still too physically weak. Instead, he wanted to pursue a political career.

Eventually, however, the Wrea Federation attacked his homeland, and immediately, he wanted to answer the call to arms. He was seventeen at the time, so when he one day escaped from home, he applied for the army. They believed his initial lie of being eighteen, but they didn’t accept him because of his physical weakness. He snuck back home, and despite his hatred of physical activity and despite his laziness, he began to exercise and eat more and more. In a year, when he was eighteen, nearly nineteen, he was fit enough by military standards.

However, the final nail in the coffin that made him pursue a military career was the death of his parents in one day. Her mother, while out in town, was killed in a bombing raid. His father, while in a jeep en route to the battlefield to be with his troops, was killed in a strafing run by a Wrea Federation plane. His hatred grew, and he saw his world crumble right in front of him. He saw the destruction that Wrea had brought to his nation. He joined the military a day after their funerals, giving the rights to their family home to his brothers.

Eventually, Michael was accepted due to a short supply of men. In the same day, earlier, an order was issued: all men and women capable enough were to be drafted, no matter who they were, whatever their history may be, or whatever their jobs were; they were all to be drafted. They took Michael, saying he was ‘good enough,’ and was given a two-month training course. Being a fan of high-power, high-velocity guns, he wanted to have a bolt-action rifle in hand, but they saw that Michael did not have steady hands. Instead, he was handed a submachine gun. He excelled in training, and he saw his own potential with an SMG. He would definitely be a stormtrooper. The thought of death consumed him, and that kept him awake. However, he soon concluded that all men die, and to die gloriously on the battlefield is better than dying sickly in a bed. He would die for his country, and he would not back down. He would protect his nation, and more importantly, he would protect his only family left: his brother and sister.

He saw the horrors of war once he was deployed with a single order: “Not one step back.” He cursed when he saw this fate he was given, rushing into a volley of machine gun fire. He charged, indeed, but his entire unit was wiped out. That was when he saw the reality of their situation: they were so desperate that their leaders were sending them in droves to die. He watched as his first friends were all annihilated right in front of his eyes, and his heart broke. But, there was no time for tears in war. Honestly, he was disappointed with this tactic of charging into enemy lines, but what could he do? An order was an order. If the nation lost this war, it would be the fault of the generals. For the first time in his life, Michael felt hopeless. On his nineteenth birthday, his present was imprisonment. He was captured while hiding in an urban battlefield by Wrea forces, and imprisoned.

He was kept in the nearest POW camp, and to his surprise only a week after, Gersan forces liberated the destroyed town, the Wrea lines of retreat cut off after a surprisingly brilliant manoeuvre to the enemy’s rear, crushing them and forcing them to surrender. Michael was impressed. He was liberated soon enough, and the first thing he asked for was his gun.

Michael was sent back to be reassigned to a new unit, and he was reassigned to the 7th Platoon of the 65th Spearhead Division. At first, he didn’t know what they were supposed to do, but when he was sent behind enemy lines, he knew immediately that they were going to distract enemy forces. It was the only reason why they were being dropped off in the area miles behind the enemy. Majority of those in the platoon were way older than him, and he tried to know about them. Only a man, a corporal, by the name of Isaiah Nekrivich was the only one who asked first, and Michael wasn’t able to ask back. The two established a good connection immediately, but Michael was continuously thinking: was this one a journalist? His questions sounded like questions a journalist would ask. However, the only question he asked before being deployed on the ground was: “How long are they going to stay distracted?”

Family

Family
Mikhailovich Belov–Father, KIA during a strafing run
Ivana Belov–Mother, killed in a bombing run on a civilian area by Wrea bombers
Raffaelo Belov–Brother, 12
Maria Belov–Sister, 14