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Aleyev Yanovich
Name
Aleyev Yanovich
Age
20 Years - 3 Months
Gender
Male
Birth
November 4th, 1927 - Suzdal, USSR
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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, Aleyev managed to maintain his humanity and humour throughout his dismal career. One law 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. Whilst this disadvantages him when their death comes around, it helps boost his confidence that may sometimes be lost and scattered in his early days on the frontline. 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
To be updated...
To be updated...
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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
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.
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Background
Aleyev was born to a Russian widow in 1928 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 and 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 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 11, 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 invade Britain.
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 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 chaos 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 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 almost trapped and cornered for the months to come. Many lives were lost, as the City turned into a place of small skirmishes, urbanised warfare and ambushes. No-where was safe. Aleyev rarely speaks 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 3rd Shock Army made a temporary breach in the encirclement 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 3rd 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 they could. 549 troops managed to reach the exit in time, before the 3rd 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.
From then, Aleyev reached 20 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 depend on it" were enough to get him interested...
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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Theme Song
Conscripts An Atom Trying to Understand Itself
Member
Seen
16 days ago
Name: Thanh Pham
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Birthdate/Location: 04.20.1928/Hanoi Vietnam
Appearance: A young man standing only 165 cm high and 60 kilograms heavy, comparing to the likes of his Russian peers, his appearance isn't that much impressive, despite the height being slightly over the standards of Vietnamese men at the time. He has short, neat black hair and the yellowy brown skin, but in reality he looks a lot darker because of the bloods and dirt of the battlefield he faced. The color of the young man's pair of irires perfectly matched what he had been through: brown, for dirt and mud. He's not well-built, but not skinny. After being transferred to Russia, he took the usual attire of Russian infantry men, but then evolved to wearing another layer of light protective armor around him to protect himself against explosions, and to conceal the scars he suffered from all the battles he had faced.
Personality:
If one could describe him in three words, it would be brave, reckless and peaceful. Normally, to Thanh’s comrades, he would tend to act completely normal, and sometimes friendly to his peers, and try to avoid conflict as much as possible. He never went all the way to get in a fight with someone else and get injured in the process. A young man with a simple way of life, and a peaceful ideology to bear. He had little education during his childhood, so he can be clueless sometimes, and his manners sometimes might be a little rude. He can be lazy at times, but generally, he’s a gentle boy who values the moral values of life, like for example, friendship
In stark contrast to the peaceful and tranquil personality, he is extremely reckless when it comes to tense situation. Because of his little education, especially in military tactics training, he is usually one of the first to charge into battle, regardless of gunfire, bombs, mines, pretty much everything, frequently getting himself wounded in battle. Many times he placed his life on the line like it was nothing, even if the target objective isn’t worth the risk at all. The rumor that he has once charged a German Tiger II tank during a battle with nothing but a bolt action rifle and a few molotovs and hand grenades has much confirmed the trait. But despite his seemingly stupid and impulsive human-wave aggressive attacks, Thanh isn’t that clueless in tactics, as he has some basic common sense about strategies, is actually very decent at teamwork, and his fierceness in battle had sometimes boosted the morales of battle soldiers.
But when mentioning recklessness, there is absolutely no way not to mention about his bravery. It’s absolutely immeasurable. A trait inherited from his father, who is also a war veteran, Thanh’s bravery is widely reowned among their peers, something which they greatly respect the young man. He is quick-witted, seen continuously employed in tasks that require utmost resolution and daring. Thanh is also a patriotic person who is proud of his country’s long history, and is shown to be very hateful of the Nazis. To the bravery of the young man, Thanh despises cowards, to the point that he might even shoot them himself.
On side-notes, Thanh is pretty bad at academic, politics and diplomacy.
Relationships:
N/A
Classification: Specialist
Equipment:
-Mosin Nagant bolt action rifle
-TT32 pistol
-Molotovs x2
-HE 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 references 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.
Background:
A natural born Vietnamese, Thanh was born in Hanoi in a normal traditional family under the Imperial French occupation. Because his family’s bloodline wasn’t a noble one, he received little education, only going to rural schools. His father, at the time was in the resistance party against French occupation in Vietnam, however, was the role model of inspiration for Thanh, who inspired him to become brave and fearless in the face of danger. He had a normal childhood, like many other kid, and was taught Russian very early during school.
That was when the Imperial Japanese invaded the French colonies in Asia. From the very start they tried to offer peaceful resolution to the French, but things soon became violent as the Japanese launched a major attack against the French’s three major foothold in Saigon, Hanoi and Hue. Realizing the imminent threat of a Japanese rule over Indochina, the French and Vietnamese government, along with two Indochina countries, Laos and Cambodia, decided to form a temporary alliance to keep the Japanese at bay. But as the numerically superior Japanese army approached near the capital, Vietnam’s Ministry of Defense at the time, decided to launch a full-scale war against the invading Japanese. Soon, the citizens began to build trenches, walls, and blockades in hopes to hold out as long as possible against the invaders
Thanh’s house were among the first to get bombarded by Japanese artilleries and planes. His mother was killed on sight, while his father was busy fighting in the streets. Thanh was, who was only twelve at the time, decided to take revenge for his mother, and began to tag along the Vietnamese soldiers in the trenches, regardless of the gunfire that flew near him. Because of his young age, initially, the soldiers did not allow him to take part, but his stubborn attitude eventually convinced them, but he only took part as a messenger and ammunition carrier. For 60 days, Thanh miraculously managed to survive the battle, only sustaining minor wounds, and fled the battlefield along with thousands of French and Vietnamese troops.
The Japanese occupation of Vietnam did not last long, thanks to the traditional scorched earth policy imposed by the Vietnamese governments that many times defeated the Mongolians and Chinese. Normal life ensured, but it was never the same. Seeing how the Russian influence among the society increased, Thanh was also influenced in some ways. And then the faithful operation occured. The day that many thousand soldiers of youthful Vietnamese men being sent to their deaths in a foreign, no man’s land. Thanh was thankfully spared due to his young age, but his father wasn’t so lucky. He was included in the long casualty list. Now left with no surviving family members of his own, Thanh soon noticed a chance to be migrated to Russia to join the Red Army in resistance against the rising German threat. Due to the lack of manpower, the Soviets were getting desperate, trying to recruit everybody they can, from every allied country. Thanh took the chance without any hesitation.
Thanks to his pre-emptive education in Russian, he didn’t have many difficulties fitting in. 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 in Stalingrad, possibly one of the largest graveyards in the world. The battle had raged on for nearly five years in that one city, and the citizens had either fled or all died. There, where soldiers were throwing everything they had against each other even for just a small inch of land, Thanh demonstrated his bravery and recklessness yet again, by rushing for the German trenches with nothing but his bare hands. At the time, weapons were scarce for the soldiers of Stalingrad, so some might not be distributed anything, and would have to rely on picking up dead soldier's weapons. The result was also disastrous, yet quite hilarious. After picking up a dead Russian's weapons, he was instantly shot in the arm, resulting in him falling to the ground due to sudden shock and pain, discarding the picked up weapon. Those behind him, thought he was dead, picked up the dropped weapon and moved on. Some who weren't paying attention even stomped onto his back. Still, it was still a minor wound, and Thanh continued to serve at Stalingrad until December, when he was transferred to Moscow to aid in war effort against the imminent German invasion.
At the time, the Russian government officials were searching for someone to work with their equipments, 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, a Vietnamese instructor in the field, Sih Bao, introduced a young man who had had records and commendations for bravery. That man was Thanh, and the Russians decided to draft him in Squad 914, a mysterious experimental squadron formed by the Russian military
Experience:
Messenger and ammo refiller: December 1940 - January 1942
Basic military training: A few months
Defense of Kursk: February-June 1946
Battle of Stalingrad: March-December 1947
Family:
Vu Pham (Father) - Deceased
Quynh Nguyen (Mother) - Deceased
Theme song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_vR53xdSOY
Dolerman Chrysalis Form
Member
Seen
1 yr ago
Name
Helga Branwulf
Age
21
Gender
Female
Birth-date / Location
1927 4th June/ Frankfurt, Germany
Appearance
Helga is beautiful but also very stressed mentally, most of the day her cheeks are pale white and her eyes are dark and hollow looking. She has a few scars around her torso from battle and is partially missing her left pinky finger after a climbing accident.
Personality
Helga is a young woman without a family and without a country, and this is reflected in her cold demeanor and cynical outlook on the world. Although she does feel that during whatever life she has left she must try to do some good in the world, and she takes a noble pride in her work as a soldier. She sees death as a normal cycle of existence and can be extremely macabre even at the most civil of times.
Relationships
Will update as story progresses
Classification
Marksman
Mauser Karabiner Kar V2 Custom Sniper Variant (with 12 x scope)
Smoke Grenade x 3
Standard Issue Soviet Knife
Experimental Gear
Gas Powered 'Affix' Grappling Gun
The Affix Gun is a discontinued gadget used by Hungarian spies in the first world war, it is a mechanical grappling hook with a gas powered propellant. Like all grappling hooks, it is dangerous to use depending on the terrain and height of the grappling point, and the gas canisters to power are quite rare and expensive, luckily, Helga has learned to 're-charge' gas canisters using the tanks of nearby vehicles.
Background
Being born to a German-Jewish family after the first world war was not easy to begin with, but the rise of the Nazi Regime made it considerably worse. Helga's family were in an interesting position, they were ethnically jewish but not religious. They were also a rich an well connected family, which meant they were largely left alone or overlooked by the Nazi elements in the area, they were also able to keep their background for the most part secret to anyone who mattered. But in the world of secrets, lies and protection, a good thing could never last in Nazi Germany.
When a very powerful and influential military officer visited Helga's family Frankfurt around the time she turned 13, he took an interest in the family because of their fame and wealth, but particularly a teenage Helga, as this officer was an ephebophile.
Using his own connections to uncover the families secret of being jewish, he threatened to expose them to the authorities unless they let him keep Helga with him as his 'junior assistant' he traveled back to Berlin, the family protested heavily, but Helga, fearing for her family's safety, went against her parents and sadly accepted the proposition. Around a week later, Helga was officially handed over to Officer Hertzmann and on the way back to Berlin he smiled as he detailed that he told the authorities about her family anyway, and that they would be in a concentration camp within a week. She screamed and cried, and protested she wanted to join her family, but the officer beat her into submission and within a day they were back in Berlin.
That evening, Helga, feeling weak, helpless and responsible for what happened to her family decided she wasnt going to be a victim anymore, she waited until her new 'guardian' entered her room late at night hoping to violate her, not knowing she had snatched his rifle away from his room when he wasnt looking and hid it under her blanket. When he came within 3 feet of her she shot him in the face, blasting his skull across the room. Quickly snatching all the money possible from his office she fled Berlin that very night and paid for a secret transport to Russia. With the money she was able to bribe a spy, and convinced him to have her join the army, and one day take revenge on Nazi Germany.
Experience
"German Defector - Escaped to USSR"
Family
All Killed In Germany
Theme Song
Name
Vera Artyomovna Volkov
Age
18
Gender
Female
Birth-date / Location
April 11, 1930 / Perm, Russia
Appearance
Vera is a shorter woman, standing at 5'2". While on duty she typically keeps her short blonde hair in a bun or pony tail, tied with string. She usually has soviet tankers goggles on her belt or around her neck, using them to protect her blue eyes when operating her armor. She wears a tight VDV telnyashka, white and blue striped undershirt and has standard issue infantry pants. Over these she wears a loose fitting camouflage snipers uniform to hide her figure, and for stealth when she's out of her armor. She also has laced kirza boots from the VDV and Pattern 1941 RAF leather gloves, a gift from her father. Underneath all the layers of clothing, she is surprisingly fit. She has yet to wear the various belts, bandoleers and harnesses available to Squad 914. She has a nonstandard issue green beret she is fond of, but only wears it when she's out of her armor. In armor she has a soviet tank crewmans helmet with a build in mic and headphones. Typically when she goes into her armor, she strips off the snipers uniform, placing it over her seat or stuffing it under the seat. While she's able to operate the machine with the baggy clothing on, it's far more convenient to be out of it while in armor. She keeps her fathers bayonet strapped to her right boot, but the blade is so long that it runs along the length of her entire lower leg, with the hilt going beyond her knee. Her other boot has an NR-40 strapped to it. She also has a shoulder holster for her side arm, but it's usually hidden under the sniper uniform.
Personality
Fiercely protective of her Object-342 and more or less her friends, Vera shows great compassion and caring through her own special muted way. Vera is a very practical person, a quick witted problem solver, capable of diagnosing a problem with her armor in minutes and repairing it in the same time it takes to identify it. She is a very straight forward person, disliking any beating around the bush and lies that complicate things, though she does take an interest in gossip. She has ice in her veins and a talent for understatement. Her calm demeanor stems from her armor in which she feels safe and confident, although she knows that any tank, tank destroyer, anti tank gun, anything with a big enough bang can harm her. Outside of her armor, her ice melts a little and she becomes a little bit more like the young girl she actually is. When facing strangers, Vera is incredibly cautious and slow to trust, especially against male soldiers. Despite this she is capable of following orders and working alongside her squad mates.
Relationships
N/A
Classification
Combat Engineer
NR-40 Combat Knife (5.9 inch blade)
M1898/05 Sawback Bayonet (14.6 inch blade)
TT-30 Pistol (7.62×25mm Tokarev)
PPS-43 Submachine Gun (7.62×25mm Tokarev)
Experimental Gear
Weighing at roughly 1700 kilograms, the Object-342 is an eight foot tall mechanical armor with the goal of mobile fire support for infantry groups at the front lines. The project began in 1942 when a group of British Special Operations Executive Agents handed over a packet full of intelligence to Soviet agents. Among the many things in the package were early blueprints to the German Walking Tank. As Soviet scientists began working on their own armored bipedal unit, using these early blueprints as a base, Stalin ordered a group of engineers and scientists to create something that was original to the Russians. While the walking tank design was to make a tank walk, Object-342's group wanted to make a walking man into a tank. Six years later, the prototype Object-342 was finalized.
The Object-342 is a single pilot operated machine, with the cockpit situated in the chest of the armor. A great deal of time went into developing the controls of the Object-342. Allowing for the pilot to more precisely control the limbs of the machine, letting it to move with more lifelike movements and pull off more complex maneuvers in combat. The armor is thickest around the torso where the cockpit is located, and the head where the optics, radio and most of the periscopes are in. The head also features an active infrared device, inspired by the German ZG-1229. The optics, also inspired by the Germans specifically their adjustable tank sights, allows for 2x to 6x zoom. The rear of the armor is where the power pack and engine is located, combined in a backpack with the ammunition. The front chest plate has a bright headlamp attached to it. The arms and legs of the armor are particularly strong, the arms having to move and carry heavy weapons, and the legs having to carry the whole thing. In controlled conditions, the armor is capable of jumping vertically up to four feet. Although landing is fairly difficult. The armor is also able to easily lift, push, and pull 800 kilograms of weight, without the weapons mounted on the arms. Unlike a tanks turret, the torso of the armor is only able to twist 130 degrees from the center, where the torso is aligned with the legs.
The armament of the machine is simultaneously impressive and unimpressive. On the right forearm are two modified RP-46 Medium Machine Guns, belt fed with detachable box magazines. Mounted under the right arm is a heavily modified 76mm M1943 Regimental Gun, with a cut down barrel, stripped of nonessential parts, and an added three round revolving autoloader. On the right arm is a single belt fed DShK 1938 Heavy Machine Gun, with all of its ammunition stored in the armors backpack. The backpack stores four additional RP-46 box magazines of 250 rounds, giving each RP-46 two reloads. The 76mm M1942 has an additional six rounds, and the DShK 1938 has a 600 round magazine in the backpack.
While the sheer volume of fire is impressive from the three machine guns and the cannon, accuracy is highly dependent on the pilots skill as there are no sights to assist in the aiming of any of these guns. The short barreled 76mm M1943 also has very limited anti armor capabilities, as the cannon can only use the OF-350 Fragmentation High Explosive, O-350A Fragmentation and BP-350M High Explosive Anti Tank shells. The armor itself is fairly slow, at most it can keep up with an infantry mans jog. The slow speed coupled with the limited ammunition carry, and comparatively poor anti armor capability means that the Object-342 would only be useful in a small amount of situations, in defensive action or attached to unarmored infantry. Due to the small amount of information released, expectations ran wild amongst the military leadership. Generals dreamed of outfitting entire regiments of infantry with this suit, steamrolling anything the Germans had. Soviet Airborne leadership gossiped about finally having armored units being able to leap from planes. Soviet Naval officers spoke of suits that were fully submersible, letting their marines storm beaches without needing landing craft. When the prototype was featured to these officers, it was met with a mixed reception. "It needs further testing? Put it in Squad 914." they said.
The interior cockpit of Object-342 is painted white, with the controls being in front of the seat. On the left side wall is a gun mount where Vera puts her PPS-43 SMG with a pouch of ammo for it. On the right wall is a blank space with four small red stars, for four simulated duels where she won. Just below the four stars is a small hook where Vera puts her tankers helmet when she's not piloting. When she is, that hook is where her beret goes. Above the seat where the periscopes are, she has a number of photos. A family photo of her sitting on a park bench with Viktor next to her and her father and mother behind them standing is taped to the front periscope above the headrest. On the left periscope is a picture of Viktor and his tank crew sitting on their old T-34-85. The right periscope has a picture of her mothers cat, and the rear periscope has a picture of the research group that developed the armor. In that picture Vera is sitting at the front with the test pilots. On the left side of the head of the armor is a white painted decal of three wolves, one leading with two following. The lead wolf is scarred and old, the second is plated in steel, and the third is a younger wolf. Underneath her seat is a small tool kit she uses for field repairs.
Background
Born in 1930 in some village near Perm, she was abandoned at birth because her biological parents were too poor to raise her. She was given to a roaming band of orphans who agreed to adopted her into their gang, where she was raised to the best of their ability. She met a boy named Viktor, who protected her and fed her the most out of all of the children there. Their destination was the city of Perm, where they peddled, begged and tried to find work to feed and clothe themselves. The city proved fruitful for the small gang of orphans, many of them found work here or there and soon most left the gang to more profitable opportunities both good and bad, until only Vera and Viktor were left.
The two of them had been helping at a mechanics shop owned by a veteran of the great war. As far as the two orphans could tell, he was alone, had no wife and his work was the only thing he had in life. The two schemed and it took only a little convincing. Early in 1938, an eight year old Vera and a ten year old Viktor was adopted by a war veteran named Artyom. Life became good, compared to the old days before he adopted them. Often on the weekends he took the both of them to the forest to camp, teaching them how to survive in the wild, how to shoot a rifle accurately, training them to defend themselves. Very quickly Artyoms neighbor noticed that he was caring for two children. Anna, a woman who worked in a bakery, confronted Artyom about how he was raising his kids. Over the next few years Viktor and Vera would call Anna mother, and Artyom father. Something the both of them neither encouraged nor discouraged. Anna educated them, teaching etiquette, how to cook, how to sew. Meanwhile their father taught them how to hunt small game, how to shoot a rifle, showed them military tactics, and lectured them about the horrors of war and what soldiers would do. Artyom feared another war, and it was obvious. At first Anna was reluctant but as the years went on and as Germany grew in power, she began to join them on their trips into the forest.
In 1942, a group of officers approached Artyom, and he welcomed them with open arms and a bottle of vodka for them. Old war buddies. They admitted that they needed a test pilot for a new project. It took half a year of convincing, but when confronted with the news of the invasion of Britain, he agreed. Once the war started, Viktor joined the soviet Tank Corps luckily becoming the gunner of a very skilled and cunning tank commander. Around the same time the first prototype of the Object-342 was completed, Artyom and two other test pilots showed up, a soviet marine, and a paratrooper. All of them were friends from the great war, or sons of those friends. While the two other test pilots were able to fit uncomfortably into the armor, Artyom wasn't able to at all due to his larger size. Despite that, he was kept on the program due to his mechanical expertise. During the second test run, due to circumstances Artyom brought Vera. During their work, Vera spoke often to many of the scientists, engineers and the test pilots, becoming good friends with them. She asked them many questions about the armor, even learned how to pilot it from the test pilots. All in good fun. Until Vera climbed into the Object-342 when most of the crew was looking away and took it on a 15 minute joyride. Artyom was mortified, a test pilot lost a bet, and the scientists developing the armor were amazed by her display of skill in the armor. After Artyom scolded her, the crew convinced him to let her be a test pilot. After all, she was small enough to fit comfortably into the armor, and all they needed was pilot input. It wasn't like she would go out into battle wearing it.
The next few years were fun to Vera, she showed great aptitude for piloting the armor, she learned many things from her seniors the two test pilots and her father. She developed new piloting techniques based on the observations of battle tactics and flow written down in letters by her brother. When she wasn't test piloting, she was learning how to maintain and repair it while listening to war stories from her fathers friends. She quickly became a better pilot than the other two, and soon she was the primary pilot of Object-342. In 1946, the Object-342 was completed and was shown alongside the Soviet walking tank to the military community. Vera was the pilot as they wanted the best possible performance. After the showing, the many officers there welcomed the walking tank warmly. The Object-342 was met with noticeably colder attitudes. They decided to let the Object-342 prove its worth by putting it in Squad 914, the pilot included. Artyom and the scientists objected loudly, but they dismissed them. With no other choice, Artyom and the research group was forced to agree. Before Vera shipped out, she drilled in the armor constantly, honing her skills. Artyom gave her his leather gloves, which had been a gift from an old friend in the British Royal Air Force, and one of his war trophies, a German M1898/05 Sawback bayonet from the first world war. The other test pilots also gave her gifts, the undershirt of a soviet marine and the boots of a paratrooper, and advice. After she was shipped out, Artyom and the research group was fueled by a new purpose. To keep on developing the Object-342 program and provide Vera with the best armor and equipment they could make.
Experience
Informal Survival Training - Spread out from 1938 to 1943
Informal Military Training - Spread out from 1938 to 1946
Object-342 Piloting - 1942 to 1946
Family
Artyom Volkov - Father [Works in the Object-342 Project as an Engineer]
Anna Tarasova - Mother [Works in a bakery/Field ration factory]
Viktor Volkov - Brother [T-44-100 Tank Gunner in the 9th Tank Corps]
Theme Song
N/A
Current Log
>Changelog 1.1
>Added where she stores her snipers uniform during piloting in Appearance Section.
>Grammar fixes throughout sheet
Old Logs
>Changelog 1.0
>Filled in missing parts
>Added additional details about Object-342 in Experimental Gear Section: Notably strength (p2), maneuverability (p2), customization (p5), and a headlamp (p2).
>Changelog 1.1
>Added where she stores her snipers uniform during piloting in Appearance Section.
>Grammar fixes throughout sheet
Old Logs
>Changelog 1.0
>Filled in missing parts
>Added additional details about Object-342 in Experimental Gear Section: Notably strength (p2), maneuverability (p2), customization (p5), and a headlamp (p2).
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Member
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Zoyka Stepanovna
Name
Zoyka Stepanovna
Age
20
Gender
F
Birth
Moscow - 12th of October, 1927
Appearance
(nice coat and hat)
Personality
Zoyka is a stern woman who takes her duty very seriously. By no means humorless, as she is understanding that the troops need to vent every now and then, she would rather everyone took things with the gravitas they deserve. That being said she is perhaps a little too excited by the fact that she can shoot lightning from her hand.
She hides her inexperience with war well, a stoic expression and firm words acting as a facade of serenity that keeps her from succumbing to fear. She is liable to taking actions because they are brave rather than sensible for similar reasons. Her lack of military focused training somewhat compound this issue.
She is a firm believer in the communist ideology. The capitalist states of the world have failed, if, or rather when, the union pushes back the Axis powers, they will not stop at Berlin, nor Rome, nor Madrid and not even at Tokyo. They will keep going till the whole world is red.
Support
Because of her tesla gauntlet she is unable to steady larger firearms without frying them and as a result she goes without them
She wields her Tokarev TT-32 in coordination with her gauntlet
x4 smoke grenades
Lots of gasoline
Experimental Gear
Tesla Gauntlet
A hand mounted lightning weapon worn as a glove by the user. The device is powered by an electric charge generator that the user wears on their back. It functions by spinning a large magnetic disk on their back, gradually building up electrical current that then flows to 6 exit points located on the glove.
This charge can fry small groups of soldiers with arcs of lightning, bust electronic equipment with ease and multiple blasts can cook a vehicle. With physical contact the generator can continuously pump energy into something, making it an effective cqc weapon. Constant discharge can be done in order to frighten and lightly wound the enemy in an area, letting it operate like a short ranged machine gun .
It has a number of disadvantages however
It has relatively short range of at maximum 100 M, with accuracy decreasing with distance
The device has almost an art to aiming it, the positioning and arrangement of the 6 discharge points can massively alter what the lightning hits.
The discharge is often attracted to large metal objects like tank barriers instead of the intended target.
Slow charge time, taking roughly 5 seconds to rev up enough charge to be useful at range and takes 20 to reach maximum capacity, at which point the shock must be released lest it overload the capacitors and potentially kill the user.
It is a really bad idea to have any friendlies in the arch of fire as it is incredibly difficult to selectively target the bolts.
She can’t use her left hand for anything while the device is charging as a result of minor imperfections causing electricity to leap from one discharge point to the other.
The generator is powered by gasoline which makes it a rather effective weapon to use behind enemy lines, as it can be resupplied by draining the fuel tanks of enemy or civilian vehicles.
Background
Born in the newly minted capital city of the soviet union, she was spared the draft first by her gender and then by her father's position as a Political Commissar. From a young age she was deeply submerged in the Ideology and rhetoric of Communism by her mother she eagerly followed in her father's footsteps, registering as a communist as soon as she was able and attending the various political institutions necessary to take a roll like her father's.
Take that roll she did, getting assigned along the Moscow front so that she would be close to her father. She was supposed to be fairly far from the front lines she would often make excuses to visit the actual front to check on the troops and ensure their continued service through discipline, rousing words and listening to any reasonable difficulties they were offering that she could solve by speeding up the bureaucratic process.
It was about 2 months into her posting on the front that she saw combat for the first and so far last time. She had been up near the front lines talking to the troops when a surprise raid hit their position. In the report she was said to have rallied the troops with her communist spirit and was critical to the seeing of of the fascist scum, but in actuality it was a bloody and brutal affair, as war always is. Despite her inexperience in the actualities of war, she did not falter, that at least she could be proud of. She was less proud of the fact that one of the stormtroopers broke her arm with the butt of his rifle before a soldier gutted her attacker with his bayonet.
Her father, horrified as to how close she had come to death managed to convince someone higher up to transfer his wounded daughter far away from the front lines to a lonely research facility, where she was supposed ensure the loyalty and moral of the scientists. Really she just got in the way, chatted with the base guards and slowly waited for her arm to heal. It was there that she first got to see the Soviet research into Tesla weaponry. From massive defensive turrets to specialized tanks and ship guns, the facility looked for new ways to use electricity to drive back the Nazis. It was fascinating. Beautiful even.
She was one of the people who was at the initial testing of the Tesla gauntlet she would end up wearing. The actual test subject ended up panicking and frying himself. The test and program was going to be deemed a failure until stomped into the test chamber, saying something about the man doing it all wrong, donning the test weapon and promptly frying the targets.
It was a few weeks later when she was ordered to join the unit, for moral and ideological purity reasons, and was reunited with a less ram shackled version of the Tesla gauntlet
Experience
firearms training ongoing but infrequent
non combat roll on the Moscow front 2 months
Enemy raid on Moscow defensive position 1 hour
Family
Kalinin Stepanovna - Father [low level Political Commissioner on the moscow front]
Johana Stepanovna - mother[refugee in Krasnoyarsk]
Theme Song
1x Like
Name
Milena Kuznetsov
Age
17
Gender
Female
Birth-date / Location
31-03-1930 - Tomsk, USSR
Appearance
Milena is roughly 5'7, weighing in at 129 pounds. She has brown hair and eyes, although she has partial heterochromia in her left eye, therefore a portion of it 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 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 feelings, 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 roles.
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 anything but easy. 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 complicated 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 area, and the idea of going into the medical field seemed more alluring by the day. Eventually, that's what Milena decided on when she was old enough, and her father was extremely proud of her for following her heart.
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 barked his order. They rushed in and locked the door behind them, and despite all the adrenaline coursing through their bodies, the three girls remained silent and their ears glued to the door to listen to the commotion outside. There was incomprehensible arguing, some things being thrown around, and eventually, a single gunshot. That's when Milena couldn't hide anymore. Against her friends' warnings, she unlocked the door and hurried to the living room where she found her father's lifeless corpse. Her friends followed just a few moments after the fact and they were met with a hysterical Milena and her dead father. The intruders were long gone, realizing that the neighbors would hear the gunshot and would obviously go investigate what was going on.
From that moment on, Milena lived alone and had to fend for herself. Even though there was great sorrow in her heart, she didn't play the victim card. In fact, she hated it when people pitied her as to her, it meant that her father didn't do a good job of teaching her how to survive, and that simply wasn't the case. Roughly two and a half years passed before she decided to join the armed forces...mainly to continue learning, but also to get revenge against people who were just like the intruders responsible for her father's death. Milena primarily relied on her private pain to motivate her to push forward, and she made a promise to her father that she would do her best to eradicate whatever evil she could from the world.
Experience
Nearly three months of basic training and two months in medic school.
Family
Both parents are deceased.
Theme Song
ReusableSword The (not so) Mighty.
Member
Seen
15 hrs ago
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Name
Victor Asimov
Age
17 years, 4 months
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 they would notice 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 others. His 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's 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 tends to have 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 but 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.
Relationships
Will Be updated
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Classification
Support
Equipment
Standard DP-28 LMG
Standard TT-32 Sidearm
Ulfberht sword (Family heirloom)
3x fragmentation grenades
Experimental Gear
The Hydraulic Assisted Armored Platform or HAAP Suit.(Light Armor / Heavy Armor just replace Nazi emblems with Soviet ones) Is the USSR's most recent attempt to combine the technology of the USSR and the German war machines, the USSR's scientists have merged the strength and toughness of a walking tank with the agility and finesse of an infantry soldier. The system works as an exoskeleton covered in semi rounded armor plating and powered by 2 experimental Tesla batteries. These batteries work to power the hydraulic pumps that assist the wearer in movement and strength while wearing the heavy armor. The full helmet and face mask does have the option of using gas filters and a mounted flashlight.
The Tesla batteries can last up to 4 hours on a full charge. Electrical input is the fastest way to recharge the batteries, however if this is not applicable in the given situation small electric generators are housed in the legs and arms of the suit. These generators allow the batteries to be charged by movement and can be switched on and off with a few levers. The drawback to this is it makes the suit slower and harder to move for the user. For this and other reasons it is recommended that the user be strong and given the ability to properly train and grow stronger before extended use. The user also has the option to run one battery at a time doubling the duration but additionally hampering movement during this time.
Caution is to be used while operating this suit as the batteries when damaged can discharge into the user and surrounding soldiers. This often results in the users death and can lead to electrical failure in nearby vehicles. It is also noted that operating the suit in hot temperatures may result in the user succumbing to dehydration if not mindful of the situation.
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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 - Sara Asimov - Hospital nurse in Kirov
Theme Song
Sabaton-Primo Victoria
Naomi Robinson
Height: 160 cm ✿ Weight: 54 kg ✿ Age: 20 years old ✿ Hair Color: Blonde ✿ Eye Color: Blue
"If you're going through hell, keep going." - Winston Churchill
Attributes
Name: Naomi Robinson
Age: 20 Years Old
Gender: Female
DOB: June 17th, 1927
Hometown: York, United Kingdom
Theme
Appearance
Standing at a modest one hundred and sixty centimeters and weighing a total of fifty-four kilograms, Naomi Robinson is a fit female with fair skin, although caked dirt and grime conceals most of her youthful appearance. Her blonde hair is cut short right before the shoulders, while Naomi's irises are a gentle blue reminiscent of the waters of the English Channel. With a white undershirt, Naomi wears a traditional British garb consisting of black combat boots, camouflaged fatigues and a red beret, although it is clear that each piece has seen better days. Layered over her person by strap or belt loop, various satchels and pouches are used to store field supplies, along with any ammunition Naomi has scavenged from fallen German soldiers while on the Eastern Front.
Personality
A tried and true patriot, Naomi takes great pride in the British crown and holds the United Kingdom in high regard. As such, Naomi detests Germans after what happened to her family and her country's people, and while she has no problems with working with German defectors or resistance, the bombing of the United Kingdom is still fresh in her mind and results in a heavy heart full of hatred. Years worth of skirmishing in Eastern Europe has emotionally drained Naomi, and she dislikes those who are "talking bollocks" (i.e. nonsense) or beating around the bush, and would rather get straight to the point instead of trying to sweeten up a conversation.
Except in the case of Germans, Naomi is a friendly soul to her comrades, but she is likely not to grow attached to any of them. Naomi has learned that with war comes a wave of death, and after a potential love interest died in her arms, she is hesitant to form any lasting relationships outside the context of fighting. This hesitance often makes Naomi appear distant from her comrades, although she knows this is for the best lest she take up the bottle as comfort after having another person she cares for die in her front of her eyes. In the end, Naomi does whatever she can to keep her sanity, especially with the chance that she might never see those in 914 again through the course of the war until it is won.
Relationships
N/A; Will be updated as RP progresses.
Classification
Soldier Class: Specialist
While Naomi has more or less intergrated into the Soviet military, her equipment 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.
Primary Weapon: Sten MK IIS, chambered in 9x19mm Parabellum (9mm Luger)
Secondary Weapon: Welrod Pistol, chambered in 9x19mm Parabellum (9mm Luger)
Melee Weapon: Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife
AoE Weapon: 3x Molotov Cocktails
Experimental Gear
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. This allowed Atyre to think of better uses. And so, through even more testing, ones that nearly didn't meet the deadline of the activation of Squad-914, he tested it on CQC courses and found them 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. The backpack contains 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 big at all, and is more part of the suit, but is detachable at most. 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.
Background
Born to a British officer and a seamstress, Naomi was allotted a bountiful life in the streets of York alongside her two older brothers. While 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 would often pick 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, and that it was a man's duty to be there for their country. However, each time her brothers would bully Naomi, her father would take her side, scolding both of his boys as he took pride in Naomi's backbone and loyal support for the country he had bled for.
By the late 1930s, appeasement had begun to fail and by 1939, the United Kingdom, allied with France, was now at a state of war. Her brothers were soon drafted and her father returned to service, leaving only a twelve year old Naomi and her mother in York. Horror ensued from what letters her mother and the people of York were receiving from the front lines, but Naomi attempted to keep the public in support of the war by using her gifted voice and patriotic spirit, but it was an uphill battle. France soon fell, and the Battle of Britain had soon began with what was left of the expeditionary forces against the Nazi hordes as the skies were blotted with various bombers and fighters such as the Heinkel HE 111 and the Spitfire Mk I dishing out hatred and anger in numerous aerial dogfights and bombing raids.
For Britain, this was a dark time, but for the Robinsons, it was to be even darker. With Naomi's father still missing and Lucas--the middle brother--confirmed KIA after the disastrous mainland expedition, the war continued to take more souls from the Robinson family. Callum, the oldest brother, was shot down by the Germans over the London skies, and a mere week later her mother was killed in the family business by a bomb while Naomi was away at a sleepover. Now left alone in the world and with an infuriated passion to hold the Germans responsible, Naomi was forced to wander the streets of York as a newly minted orphan. However, the Special Operations Executive had heard of a young girl with a fiery spirit in York, and quickly set out to bring Naomi into their fold.
While Naomi was still young and under the age for active service, the SOE ignored the rules in Naomi's favor and for confidential reasons to implement her as one of their operatives. Given weapons training and taught survival skills, Naomi soon learned that she had a knack for easily picking up foreign languages, and could learn them with hardly any effort. This ability and her age soon landed her 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, unfortunately a British prisoner of war was executed along the way. 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.
Linking up with the Armia Krajowa, or in other terms, the Polish Home Army, the agents attempted to contact the United Kingdom to confirm the mission's success, but no answer had came. Multiple attempts were tried, but neither the agents or resistance fighters could radio in, each of them unknowingly aware that the United Kingdom had capitulated under a massive invasion by Axis forces. Believing that the Germans were blocking communications, the agents decided 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. While Naomi followed the training she was given back in England, she was soon 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.
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 her, and some of the older veterans would joke that the two were lovebirds. While neither of them had refused to admit that they were in love, the two would spend the time 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 1944, not long after the Germans introduced the first walking tank.
The development of the walking tank was something incredible, but it was also devastating. The machine brought hell onto the resistance fighters and the agents, pushing them further back towards the Soviet border. It was one of these instances when Mieszko would bleed to death in Naomi's arms, shattering her perception of reality as she held his bloody corpse. Taking his broken watch, Naomi was forced to flee the battlefield with those that remained, and hid within the shattered villages and towns of old Poland. The agents 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, and were 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 Russian, the parties that realized that they were allied soldiers to one another, and Naomi began to help the Soviets finish the cleanup in the village. Their leader was appreciative of her help, and offered Naomi a ride back to their base. Seeing as it would be the best option, Naomi accepted and soon joined up with the Soviet forces, eventually leading to her placement in Squad 914.
Experience
Basic Training: 3 Months - Pre 1942
Operation Lovejoy: Success - 1942
Aid to the Polish Resistance: 1942 - 1947
Family
Father: Henry Robinson - Status: Unknown
Mother: Emilia Robinson - Status: Deceased
Brother: Callum Robinson - Status: Deceased
Brother: Lucas Robinson - Status: Deceased
Love Interest: Mieszko Michalek - Status: Deceased
Postal354 Not the NSA
Member
Seen
8 yrs ago
Name
Anatoly Morozov
Age
18 years one month
Gender
Male
Birth-date / Location
1930/08/22 Vladivostok, USSR
Appearance
Inheriting his father's physique at 6'1" and weighing 228lbs with brown eyes and a crooked nose with some stubble about the same length as his short cut dark brown hair. Just short enough to not get yelled at basic training. He also inherited his father's broad face and dull looks.
With his large hands and size-13 boots along with a muscled body gives him a build above average for his age. Wearing what looks like a standard Russian infantry uniform, but if you concentrate hard enough, the material will look made out of suspiciously good quality and in a brand new condition. If you were to search his person you would somehow always find some alcohol on him in one of the many hidden pockets sewn into his greatcoat.
Personality
Likes to be engaging and diplomatic when talking to someone while smiling. Generally to convince someone that he didn't try to steal or damage any equipment, food or anything that isn't nailed down. He isn't very convincing sometimes. Growing up on the West Coast of North America and Eastern Russian coast has caused a very awkward mix of culture and interactions. This constant movement has made him rather adaptable to changing conditions. The mixed crew and harbors never managed to firmly instill a sense of patriotism to either form of ideology although he has developed a hatred for fascism and is a strong believer in comradery. He has become very vocal and engaging with a cheerful front in contrast to his quiet upbringing in Vladivostok. Has never liked the cold climate in the North and will try to keep warm at all times.
Relationships
To be updated
Classification
Rifleman
SVT-40 rifle
Tokarev TT-32 pistol
SVT-40 knife bayonet
10x 10x55mm APDS rounds
20x 10x71mm APHE rounds
Experimental Gear
While researching on a new support weapon for infantry many concepts were drawn, some were approved, and very few plans had a working prototype. The LGP rifle/flamethrower hybrid is not one these designs. Rather a side project for a particular scientist because it didn't get the approval from the bureaucratic side for funding.
Trying to make a support weapon that could suppress infantry and potentially disable armor in the small size of a single portable Infantry unit proved challenging. The result was an 80cm long rifle with a hose and wiring unit connecting a six cylinder backpack of unpressurized tanks. These tanks contained slow burning Ignition cartridges, inside one of each tank is filled with a thickened fuel. When the trigger is pressed, a small battery will send a charge through the cable to whichever cylinder is selected. This electric charge ignited the propelled that would burn rapidly causing gas buildup forcing the liquid out of the single 3.4L tank for 2-3 seconds and depending on liquid, (Napalm or Petroleum) can throw it up to 70m for Napalm or 20m for Petroleum. Once the trigger gets squeezed an entire tank will empty with no way to stop.
When used in enclosed buildings, it will cause an inferno of any wooden built structures, and in concrete or stone structures with little ventilation, it would cause a choking hazard burning up all the oxygen in a room. It can be used for close quarter engagement, although the user and team must be aware of the side effects in enclosed and wooden buildings. The prototype also has projectile launching capabilities. There are three additional 100ml propellant tanks. These smaller tanks located just below the three liquid tanks and split in half containing six units in total. Connected to them is a smaller less flexible, but stronger hose that connects to the three additional smaller barrels that run along the main barrel. All barrels have back stop pressure dividers that can block or allow gas to independently move through the system without igniting the whole unit at once. The smaller barrels also has venting ports to keep the gas from over pressurizing the main barrel.
There is a chamber in the main barrel that a single round can be inserted. It was tested with a new Armour Piercing High Explosive round and Armour Piercing Discarding Sabot round that worked with the gas buildup from the smaller 50ml tanks that will ignite a smaller propellant behind the cartridge propelling the bullet up to 3,500fps. It is currently limited to three flame blasts and six rounds at a time before the canisters must be reloaded. Propellant from regular cartridges can be used to refuel the smaller six tanks, and petroleum can be utilized for the liquid tanks. The sabot rounds consist of a bullet that has a tungsten tip and core covered with a copper jacket that is rifled to keep the bullet stable during flight. It also causes the bullet to spin in the barrel. When this bullet hits a target, the copper is cushioned back while the round center tungsten carbide digs into armor relying on the density of the metal and high velocity for penetration. It can currently pierce all light armor and even medium armor from the front. Heavy armor can only be penetrated from the back or sides but has shown to be able to cause a spalling effect on thick frontal armor. It is however not reliable to do so and with the limited number of shots is not recommended. Ranges tested above 50m show that the flight ballistics of the bullet loses too much velocity above this range that negates any penetration of armor although organic material will still be affected. Impact ballistics shows that within the 50m range the tungsten will either punch through the outer plate generating an immense change in pressure causing immense heat inside the interior of the vehicle or cause a spalling effect when it doesn't penetrate. Whereby the inside of the armor will deform and break apart sending shrapnel into the interior of the vehicle.
The case is made out of a heat resistant plastic that houses only the back of the bullet which will separate from the bullet upon leaving the barrel. Behind the plastic case is a small paper satchel that houses more propellant that ignites from the heat generated from the 50ml tanks propellent. The Armour Piercing High Explosive rounds are more general purpose and numerous. Capable of piercing soft and light cover and sides and back of medium armor. This round has the same characteristics and builds as the sabot, but instead of tungsten, it has a longer bullet with the back core filled with explosive and the front capped with copper then followed by hardened alloy steel in the middle. The alloy would have enough force to penetrate, and the detonator would set off the explosive compound. This round can kill crew or ignite fuel and destroy softer targets. It can also take good chunks out of walls to negate cover while wounding unarmored targets behind it. The rounds are awkward to handle, and the propellant satchel can break if handled roughly. The gun must also be using the tripod when a round is going to be fired. The force generated by the firing sequence has injured previous testers. It can, however, be used unassisted, but is highly discouraged. Pressure build-up from firing inside enclosed buildings also causes danger to the user as internal organs can be damaged from multiple uses. Because of the limited supply of hard metals such as tungsten carbide, the ammunition is limited.
Production has not been approved because of the high cost of materials involved and user vulnerability while the liquid tanks are full. It must also be mentioned that it weighs a staggering 26.5kg. This unit limits what a soldier can additionally carry.
Background
Born in 1930 living a sheltered life in Vladivostok with his mother. Anatoly was always captivated when his father returned home from the merchant convoy and told stories of warm beaches, strange food and the candy he would get, but the most important thing was always the open sea. With his imagination and wanderlust running wild he would always beg his father to take him with whenever he came to visit. When Anatoly turned nine years old, his father suddenly listened to him and even though his mother protested he was allowed to go with his father on the diesel powered merchant vessel Esneh to California for two-month trips.
On his first voyage, he still felt like an only child until he started viewing the team as the rest of his family, this gradually happened after some months of being quiet and listening to the crew and his father, as they tried to make him "a proper man." They then explained that all this skill and knowledge would help him when he is older. The older men were his uncles and the younger ones his older brothers.
The ship smuggled liquor Stateside and returned with legal materials for the war effort. The team managed to make sure that the "50-year-old man" was more needed serving the Motherland on a merchant ship than getting conscripted. In 1942 things started to drastically change as the Japanese started hunting any merchant ships in the Northern Pacific after the capitulation of the northern supply route from Britain to Russia. The United States gradually began sending fewer supplies for the lend-lease agreement. Merchant shipping became a hazardous job in the Pacific, and so escorts became smaller and shipments less frequent and had to use Ports in Canada regularly. He continued working with his dad while shipping was primarily moving north to the Archangelsk port in Siberia. Several raids by small convoy raiders were repelled by the crew until they set sail from Archangelsk and on the night of 17 November 1943 a torpedo attack off the coast of Western Siberia sunk the Esneh killing most of the crew except those who managed to board the lifeboats. AA fire from the U-boat killed most of the survivors on the lifeboat including his father. Anatoly and a few survivors managed to get picked up by a fishing trawler and taken back to the Archangelsk port.
Wounded by shrapnel and with no way to contact his mother he reverted to the quiet kid that lived in Vladivostok. A survivor named uncle Andrei with the rest of the surviving crew managed to get Anatoly out of the hospital before they conscripted him. Andrei was an old friend of his father and promised that they would take care of Anatoly. Shortly afterward Anatoly started intimidating his fathers friendly and approachable demeanor from that point on to the young man that he is today. Anatoly had recovered from his wounds, and he began helping the crew making a living by using what he had learned through all his time on the ship. That included gambling, swindling, drinking and general theft at the harbor front and surrounding towns while evading and bribing the local authorities. In 1944 the team had organized another ship and enough crew to begin operations again, but this time Anatoly didn't join them on the ship. He started avoiding getting on a ship ever since the U-boat attack. He did volunteer to handle the stockpile while they were away and smuggling resumed.
In 1946 news reached the port that Vladivostok was undergoing constant air raids and blockade. By then Anatoly had developed a healthy drinking habit from the group's illegal stockpile while waiting for Andrei and the new crew to come back from the latest convoy, but after four months gave up hope of seeing them again. Having no familiar people left he tried to make his way back to Vladivostok on foot. Within the first week, the NKVD started taking an interest in him. Managing to outrun and mislead several groups from town to town. Eventually being caught at a railway station after being sighted stealing from a local warehouse. They found him in a closet and drunk from the alcohol he took.
Lucky enough not to be executed on the spot, but unlucky enough to get sent to a GULag. The camp had a factory that produced small arms ammunition and Anatoly managed to survive the next year by forming a small group in the plant that was able to trade ammo for general necessities. In the year 1947 younger prisoners were being taken out of the camp and thrown into conscription to help replenish human resources on the front.
Anatoly got himself a nice and safe posting away from the Western front as a truck driver in a supply depot. He earned the ire of the commanding officer by making fires inside the fuel storage bunker. Explaining that it was wood from storage crates and not the gasoline didn't help much. Being confined in the truck from then on, he was then sent out driving out munitions and with a promise from the commanding officer that he would be joining the front if anything were to happen to the cargo. On the third day, an accident occurred when one of the fuel trucks in convoy caught fire. Not having much luck being directly behind the fuel truck he jumped out and managed to carry most of the crates to safety. The last box, however, was already starting to catch fire but fearing for his long term safety judged that jumping into a burning truck to get it was a better option.
One of the officers present told him that running while his coat caught alight with a heavy crate of burning munitions until he jumped into a river was stupidly brave, but added that when he went back to the burning wreckage to try and dry himself that he was a moron.
When the commanding officer wanted to blame the fire on Anatoly because of his previous offenses, stopping him was the first officer complimenting Anatoly for saving the munitions and offered to take him off the officer's hands as he knew a place that could use someone so committed to serving the motherland. Anatoly could hardly refuse.
Experience
Basic Training - A few months
Family
Galina Morozov Mother [Alive?]
Vsevolod Morozov Father [deceased]
Andrei Smirnov Uncle [Missing]
Inheriting his father's physique at 6'1" and weighing 228lbs with brown eyes and a crooked nose with some stubble about the same length as his short cut dark brown hair. Just short enough to not get yelled at basic training. He also inherited his father's broad face and dull looks.
With his large hands and size-13 boots along with a muscled body gives him a build above average for his age. Wearing what looks like a standard Russian infantry uniform, but if you concentrate hard enough, the material will look made out of suspiciously good quality and in a brand new condition. If you were to search his person you would somehow always find some alcohol on him in one of the many hidden pockets sewn into his greatcoat.
Personality
Likes to be engaging and diplomatic when talking to someone while smiling. Generally to convince someone that he didn't try to steal or damage any equipment, food or anything that isn't nailed down. He isn't very convincing sometimes. Growing up on the West Coast of North America and Eastern Russian coast has caused a very awkward mix of culture and interactions. This constant movement has made him rather adaptable to changing conditions. The mixed crew and harbors never managed to firmly instill a sense of patriotism to either form of ideology although he has developed a hatred for fascism and is a strong believer in comradery. He has become very vocal and engaging with a cheerful front in contrast to his quiet upbringing in Vladivostok. Has never liked the cold climate in the North and will try to keep warm at all times.
Relationships
To be updated
Classification
Rifleman
SVT-40 rifle
Tokarev TT-32 pistol
SVT-40 knife bayonet
10x 10x55mm APDS rounds
20x 10x71mm APHE rounds
Experimental Gear
While researching on a new support weapon for infantry many concepts were drawn, some were approved, and very few plans had a working prototype. The LGP rifle/flamethrower hybrid is not one these designs. Rather a side project for a particular scientist because it didn't get the approval from the bureaucratic side for funding.
Trying to make a support weapon that could suppress infantry and potentially disable armor in the small size of a single portable Infantry unit proved challenging. The result was an 80cm long rifle with a hose and wiring unit connecting a six cylinder backpack of unpressurized tanks. These tanks contained slow burning Ignition cartridges, inside one of each tank is filled with a thickened fuel. When the trigger is pressed, a small battery will send a charge through the cable to whichever cylinder is selected. This electric charge ignited the propelled that would burn rapidly causing gas buildup forcing the liquid out of the single 3.4L tank for 2-3 seconds and depending on liquid, (Napalm or Petroleum) can throw it up to 70m for Napalm or 20m for Petroleum. Once the trigger gets squeezed an entire tank will empty with no way to stop.
When used in enclosed buildings, it will cause an inferno of any wooden built structures, and in concrete or stone structures with little ventilation, it would cause a choking hazard burning up all the oxygen in a room. It can be used for close quarter engagement, although the user and team must be aware of the side effects in enclosed and wooden buildings. The prototype also has projectile launching capabilities. There are three additional 100ml propellant tanks. These smaller tanks located just below the three liquid tanks and split in half containing six units in total. Connected to them is a smaller less flexible, but stronger hose that connects to the three additional smaller barrels that run along the main barrel. All barrels have back stop pressure dividers that can block or allow gas to independently move through the system without igniting the whole unit at once. The smaller barrels also has venting ports to keep the gas from over pressurizing the main barrel.
There is a chamber in the main barrel that a single round can be inserted. It was tested with a new Armour Piercing High Explosive round and Armour Piercing Discarding Sabot round that worked with the gas buildup from the smaller 50ml tanks that will ignite a smaller propellant behind the cartridge propelling the bullet up to 3,500fps. It is currently limited to three flame blasts and six rounds at a time before the canisters must be reloaded. Propellant from regular cartridges can be used to refuel the smaller six tanks, and petroleum can be utilized for the liquid tanks. The sabot rounds consist of a bullet that has a tungsten tip and core covered with a copper jacket that is rifled to keep the bullet stable during flight. It also causes the bullet to spin in the barrel. When this bullet hits a target, the copper is cushioned back while the round center tungsten carbide digs into armor relying on the density of the metal and high velocity for penetration. It can currently pierce all light armor and even medium armor from the front. Heavy armor can only be penetrated from the back or sides but has shown to be able to cause a spalling effect on thick frontal armor. It is however not reliable to do so and with the limited number of shots is not recommended. Ranges tested above 50m show that the flight ballistics of the bullet loses too much velocity above this range that negates any penetration of armor although organic material will still be affected. Impact ballistics shows that within the 50m range the tungsten will either punch through the outer plate generating an immense change in pressure causing immense heat inside the interior of the vehicle or cause a spalling effect when it doesn't penetrate. Whereby the inside of the armor will deform and break apart sending shrapnel into the interior of the vehicle.
The case is made out of a heat resistant plastic that houses only the back of the bullet which will separate from the bullet upon leaving the barrel. Behind the plastic case is a small paper satchel that houses more propellant that ignites from the heat generated from the 50ml tanks propellent. The Armour Piercing High Explosive rounds are more general purpose and numerous. Capable of piercing soft and light cover and sides and back of medium armor. This round has the same characteristics and builds as the sabot, but instead of tungsten, it has a longer bullet with the back core filled with explosive and the front capped with copper then followed by hardened alloy steel in the middle. The alloy would have enough force to penetrate, and the detonator would set off the explosive compound. This round can kill crew or ignite fuel and destroy softer targets. It can also take good chunks out of walls to negate cover while wounding unarmored targets behind it. The rounds are awkward to handle, and the propellant satchel can break if handled roughly. The gun must also be using the tripod when a round is going to be fired. The force generated by the firing sequence has injured previous testers. It can, however, be used unassisted, but is highly discouraged. Pressure build-up from firing inside enclosed buildings also causes danger to the user as internal organs can be damaged from multiple uses. Because of the limited supply of hard metals such as tungsten carbide, the ammunition is limited.
Production has not been approved because of the high cost of materials involved and user vulnerability while the liquid tanks are full. It must also be mentioned that it weighs a staggering 26.5kg. This unit limits what a soldier can additionally carry.
Background
Born in 1930 living a sheltered life in Vladivostok with his mother. Anatoly was always captivated when his father returned home from the merchant convoy and told stories of warm beaches, strange food and the candy he would get, but the most important thing was always the open sea. With his imagination and wanderlust running wild he would always beg his father to take him with whenever he came to visit. When Anatoly turned nine years old, his father suddenly listened to him and even though his mother protested he was allowed to go with his father on the diesel powered merchant vessel Esneh to California for two-month trips.
On his first voyage, he still felt like an only child until he started viewing the team as the rest of his family, this gradually happened after some months of being quiet and listening to the crew and his father, as they tried to make him "a proper man." They then explained that all this skill and knowledge would help him when he is older. The older men were his uncles and the younger ones his older brothers.
The ship smuggled liquor Stateside and returned with legal materials for the war effort. The team managed to make sure that the "50-year-old man" was more needed serving the Motherland on a merchant ship than getting conscripted. In 1942 things started to drastically change as the Japanese started hunting any merchant ships in the Northern Pacific after the capitulation of the northern supply route from Britain to Russia. The United States gradually began sending fewer supplies for the lend-lease agreement. Merchant shipping became a hazardous job in the Pacific, and so escorts became smaller and shipments less frequent and had to use Ports in Canada regularly. He continued working with his dad while shipping was primarily moving north to the Archangelsk port in Siberia. Several raids by small convoy raiders were repelled by the crew until they set sail from Archangelsk and on the night of 17 November 1943 a torpedo attack off the coast of Western Siberia sunk the Esneh killing most of the crew except those who managed to board the lifeboats. AA fire from the U-boat killed most of the survivors on the lifeboat including his father. Anatoly and a few survivors managed to get picked up by a fishing trawler and taken back to the Archangelsk port.
Wounded by shrapnel and with no way to contact his mother he reverted to the quiet kid that lived in Vladivostok. A survivor named uncle Andrei with the rest of the surviving crew managed to get Anatoly out of the hospital before they conscripted him. Andrei was an old friend of his father and promised that they would take care of Anatoly. Shortly afterward Anatoly started intimidating his fathers friendly and approachable demeanor from that point on to the young man that he is today. Anatoly had recovered from his wounds, and he began helping the crew making a living by using what he had learned through all his time on the ship. That included gambling, swindling, drinking and general theft at the harbor front and surrounding towns while evading and bribing the local authorities. In 1944 the team had organized another ship and enough crew to begin operations again, but this time Anatoly didn't join them on the ship. He started avoiding getting on a ship ever since the U-boat attack. He did volunteer to handle the stockpile while they were away and smuggling resumed.
In 1946 news reached the port that Vladivostok was undergoing constant air raids and blockade. By then Anatoly had developed a healthy drinking habit from the group's illegal stockpile while waiting for Andrei and the new crew to come back from the latest convoy, but after four months gave up hope of seeing them again. Having no familiar people left he tried to make his way back to Vladivostok on foot. Within the first week, the NKVD started taking an interest in him. Managing to outrun and mislead several groups from town to town. Eventually being caught at a railway station after being sighted stealing from a local warehouse. They found him in a closet and drunk from the alcohol he took.
Lucky enough not to be executed on the spot, but unlucky enough to get sent to a GULag. The camp had a factory that produced small arms ammunition and Anatoly managed to survive the next year by forming a small group in the plant that was able to trade ammo for general necessities. In the year 1947 younger prisoners were being taken out of the camp and thrown into conscription to help replenish human resources on the front.
Anatoly got himself a nice and safe posting away from the Western front as a truck driver in a supply depot. He earned the ire of the commanding officer by making fires inside the fuel storage bunker. Explaining that it was wood from storage crates and not the gasoline didn't help much. Being confined in the truck from then on, he was then sent out driving out munitions and with a promise from the commanding officer that he would be joining the front if anything were to happen to the cargo. On the third day, an accident occurred when one of the fuel trucks in convoy caught fire. Not having much luck being directly behind the fuel truck he jumped out and managed to carry most of the crates to safety. The last box, however, was already starting to catch fire but fearing for his long term safety judged that jumping into a burning truck to get it was a better option.
One of the officers present told him that running while his coat caught alight with a heavy crate of burning munitions until he jumped into a river was stupidly brave, but added that when he went back to the burning wreckage to try and dry himself that he was a moron.
When the commanding officer wanted to blame the fire on Anatoly because of his previous offenses, stopping him was the first officer complimenting Anatoly for saving the munitions and offered to take him off the officer's hands as he knew a place that could use someone so committed to serving the motherland. Anatoly could hardly refuse.
Experience
Basic Training - A few months
Family
Galina Morozov Mother [Alive?]
Vsevolod Morozov Father [deceased]
Andrei Smirnov Uncle [Missing]
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