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@DannyrulxOkay, so here's a CS. Dunno how good it is, so let me know if anything needs to be changed.
EDIT: Fixed some formatting issues
EDIT: Fixed some formatting issues
Name: Yefim Brodsky
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Religion: Eastern Orthodox Christian
Nationality: Russian
Speciality: N/A(Sapper, maybe?)
Appearance: A heavyset, gruff man, Yefim is a burly example of Russian stock. His body is covered in scars gained from anything between bar brawls to failed revolutionary uprisings. He has a thick, dark-colored beard, with a mess of hair atop his head(at the time of enlistment at least). His outfit at the time of enlistment was a thick, ragged wool coat, a worn out shirt, some equally rough trousers, heavy black boots, and some dirty wool gloves.
Backstory: Born in Moscow to a peasant family, Yefim’s life growing up almost parallelled his life as an adult. From a young age he spent most of his time in the streets, either playing, fighting, or looking for food. His parents taught him as much as they could, enough to know what numbers were, how to count in his head, how to speak, and how to sign his name, though that was all he could read. He wasn’t able to attend school, and by 14 was already searching for a better life.
Getting caught up in the fervor of discontent plaguing the Russian Empire, he found himself part of a revolutionary movement. Attempting to overthrow the local government and demand reforms, it was swiftly put down and Yefim found himself in jail. Being released at the age of 18, Yefim fled from the city.
First moving to western Siberia, he lived life as a hunter and trapper, and for about two years he led a simple, almost happy life. However, when the government came knocking at the door of his small village, Yefim’s revolutionary tendencies rose back up, and he was once again at the forefront of rebellion.
Seeing that living within the Russian Empire would bring him nothing but trouble, Yefim fled to western Europe, living briefly in Austria, a couple German states, and now France. However, having only briefly learned the bare minimum of the language, not being able to read, and being a foreigner of an unwelcome nationality, Yefim has struggled to find a job in France, and after overhearing a conversation, oddly enough in Russian, about the French Foreign Legion, he decided to enlist.
Personality: Yefim is a stern, tough man, whose seemingly only pleasure is that of the bottle. He does seem to enjoy himself in combat though, if the hearty laughs and ferocious battle cries are anything to go off of.
Strengths: Yefim is a very physically strong man, and this shows in the field. His time as a hunter also helps his aim, though he has been a bit out-of-practice recently. He’s a great close-quarters fighter as well.
Weaknesses: Yefim speaks primarily in Russian, knowing only very basic French and German, enough to say “Yes”, “No”, and ask for a drink. He also cannot read beyond his own name(when written in Cyrillic.), and only has a basic understanding of numbers.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Religion: Eastern Orthodox Christian
Nationality: Russian
Speciality: N/A(Sapper, maybe?)
Appearance: A heavyset, gruff man, Yefim is a burly example of Russian stock. His body is covered in scars gained from anything between bar brawls to failed revolutionary uprisings. He has a thick, dark-colored beard, with a mess of hair atop his head(at the time of enlistment at least). His outfit at the time of enlistment was a thick, ragged wool coat, a worn out shirt, some equally rough trousers, heavy black boots, and some dirty wool gloves.
Backstory: Born in Moscow to a peasant family, Yefim’s life growing up almost parallelled his life as an adult. From a young age he spent most of his time in the streets, either playing, fighting, or looking for food. His parents taught him as much as they could, enough to know what numbers were, how to count in his head, how to speak, and how to sign his name, though that was all he could read. He wasn’t able to attend school, and by 14 was already searching for a better life.
Getting caught up in the fervor of discontent plaguing the Russian Empire, he found himself part of a revolutionary movement. Attempting to overthrow the local government and demand reforms, it was swiftly put down and Yefim found himself in jail. Being released at the age of 18, Yefim fled from the city.
First moving to western Siberia, he lived life as a hunter and trapper, and for about two years he led a simple, almost happy life. However, when the government came knocking at the door of his small village, Yefim’s revolutionary tendencies rose back up, and he was once again at the forefront of rebellion.
Seeing that living within the Russian Empire would bring him nothing but trouble, Yefim fled to western Europe, living briefly in Austria, a couple German states, and now France. However, having only briefly learned the bare minimum of the language, not being able to read, and being a foreigner of an unwelcome nationality, Yefim has struggled to find a job in France, and after overhearing a conversation, oddly enough in Russian, about the French Foreign Legion, he decided to enlist.
Personality: Yefim is a stern, tough man, whose seemingly only pleasure is that of the bottle. He does seem to enjoy himself in combat though, if the hearty laughs and ferocious battle cries are anything to go off of.
Strengths: Yefim is a very physically strong man, and this shows in the field. His time as a hunter also helps his aim, though he has been a bit out-of-practice recently. He’s a great close-quarters fighter as well.
Weaknesses: Yefim speaks primarily in Russian, knowing only very basic French and German, enough to say “Yes”, “No”, and ask for a drink. He also cannot read beyond his own name(when written in Cyrillic.), and only has a basic understanding of numbers.
