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8 yrs ago
Grow a thicker skin.
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8 yrs ago
"She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb In the shape of an "L" on her forehead"
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8 yrs ago
lemme smash
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8 yrs ago
Well, the status bar is a fun read tonight, quite a surprise of how many times a chuckle as left me.
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8 yrs ago
Who want a free helicopter ride?
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Olaf Grubisaki had been woken up by the metallic voice telling them that the doors to their vault would be open to the free world in just one day to finally see the old world and how it had been since he was only a kid last time he saw the wonderful overworld. Sighing and rubbing his face with his hand he took his feet from the desk within his little office in the Security department that he had been working since he took over from his father, being an old cop did help him become more interested in doing this job in the first place to keep the peace and order, the rule of law and all that stuff his father had taught him. Making sure the Colt 1911 was still there he patted his left side down at his hips to feel the lovely gun still was in it's holster, sealed up good and tight, taking it out from the holster he put it on the table and smiles as he takes the mag out from it, pressing the ammo out from the clip and onto the table.

Taking the gun apart he took a cleaning kit out from the desk and placed it onto the table, disassembling the gun the best he could without tools he took the barrel off and started to clean it from gunpowder leftovers that could had been stuck to the guns barrel. After a good twenty minutes from cleaning the barrel and assembling it again he put it into the holster, standing up and walking toward the door that automatic opened he walked into the metallic walkway with a smile on his face and a hand on his holster. " Today is sure to be a good day" He said with his heavy Russian accent.
(Dimitri Gobachuvisi )

(22, November 1919, Tank Commander)


Full name: Dimitri Gobachuvisi
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance:

The one pointing somewhere.

Personality:

Dimitri, brutal and cold, as he with his own free will signed into the army to defend his motherland and to protect every brother and sister that believes in the glorious revolution that will one day either die out by the fascist plaging their country or liberate the fascist lands and bring honor and glory to the motherland and to the revolution which he believes in without a doubt on his mind, and would gladly die for the cause.

He sees the battlefield like a playground, like a chest bored, where pawns can be only used for to sacrifice for the bigger picture which he has already embraced that he will also be seen as that if he dies within his tank together with his crew.

The fact that he could die at any moment within his tank by an enemy Ap round also makes him have a feeling of brotherly love towards his fellow soldier, if the revolution didn't make him feel love for them this sudden chance of death would well anyone that has the same beliefs that he has will be treated this way. All the others that don't agree with his views will either know he doesn't like them or will feel it whenever he can see the window to do the finally strike to wound or kill this enemy to the revolution.

Brief history:

On his own free will Dimitri Gobachuvisi joined the army in these harsh times of war against the fascist pigs that have plagued the lands of his motherland, his family, his people. He had a smile on his face as he walked up to the signing man that will bring his destiny upon him, for him to join the red Army to serve and protect the USSR and his family. Going through the military school to be trained in the workings of the Soviet standard tank the T-34-85 that he will drive into the battlefield to either die a hero to the revolution as he had served his duty to protect the motherland or come out alive to keep fighting against the fascist pigs that plague the country, that is if he even completes with passing colors the test from the academy, which he had been quite lucky to be even accepted into with his crash course of how the tank worked, what to do if this or that problem would arise.

The young future to be Tank commander had nearly not been accepted into the ranks of the military school since he had woken up a little late than he had set his alarm on the clock to ring at, for him to get a bath and still have time for breakfast. He did have time for the bath that he took every two days but no breakfast. So running out of his little one roomed apartment he nearly also forgot to close the door of his little cozy home, but lucky remembered taking out his key he locked the door and went on his way down the stairs from the second floor and down to the ground to jump onto his bicycle only to arrive at the military school ten minutes before the entry exam began.

Which he passed thanks god. So the first two weeks went with studying the workings of the motor the T34 runs on, different parts on what to do if it broke down and pistol training on how to clean and shoot with it. As a week had gone by with him relaxing with taking and remembering the gun of his, go to school for the crash course that he would be using in a few hours since He would be going to the front then as a commander for reasons he really don't know. He has had quite fun this last week studying and memorizing each part while training his pistol masrksmenship at the target range at the school when he could, doing that from monday to friday as he used friday and Saturday to go out drinking with his fellow comrades at the school. sunday was used as a recover day from the hung over from the wild dinking of his but then monday came again, standing in front of the school early in the morning he got the okay to finally be drafted out into the battlefield.

Role: Tanker: Tank Commander
Expertise: The normal crash course of how the Tank works how the pistol should be cleaned and how to repair the Tank in case of break downs or any other failures that dosen't require a trained mecanic.
Weaponry:

1x Tokarev TT-30, a handgun with two mags of ammo.
2x RG-42, fragmentation grenade.
1x binoculars
Full name: Dimitri Gobachuvisi
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance:

The one pointing somewhere.

Personality:

Dimitri, brutal and cold, as he with his own free will signed into the army to defend his motherland and to protect every brother and sister that believes in the glorious revolution that will one day either die out by the fascist plaging their country or liberate the fascist lands and bring honor and glory to the motherland and to the revolution which he believes in without a doubt on his mind, and would gladly die for the cause.

He sees the battlefield like a playground, like a chest bored, where pawns can be only used for to sacrifice for the bigger picture which he has already embraced that he will also be seen as that if he dies within his tank together with his crew.

The fact that he could die at any moment within his tank by an enemy Ap round also makes him have a feeling of brotherly love towards his fellow soldier, if the revolution didn't make him feel love for them this sudden chance of death would well anyone that has the same beliefs that he has will be treated this way. All the others that don't agree with his views will either know he doesn't like them or will feel it whenever he can see the window to do the finally strike to wound or kill this enemy to the revolution.

Brief history:

On his own free will Dimitri Gobachuvisi joined the army in these harsh times of war against the fascist pigs that have plagued the lands of his motherland, his family, his people. He had a smile on his face as he walked up to the signing man that will bring his destiny upon him, for him to join the red Army to serve and protect the USSR and his family. Going through the military school to be trained in the workings of the Soviet standard tank the T-34-85 that he will drive into the battlefield to either die a hero to the revolution as he had served his duty to protect the motherland or come out alive to keep fighting against the fascist pigs that plague the country, that is if he even completes with passing colors the test from the academy, which he had been quite lucky to be even accepted into with his crash course of how the tank worked, what to do if this or that problem would arise.

The young future to be Tank commander had nearly not been accepted into the ranks of the military school since he had woken up a little late than he had set his alarm on the clock to ring at, for him to get a bath and still have time for breakfast. He did have time for the bath that he took every two days but no breakfast. So running out of his little one roomed apartment he nearly also forgot to close the door of his little cozy home, but lucky remembered taking out his key he locked the door and went on his way down the stairs from the second floor and down to the ground to jump onto his bicycle only to arrive at the military school ten minutes before the entry exam began.

Which he passed thanks god. So the first two weeks went with studying the workings of the motor the T34 runs on, different parts on what to do if it broke down and pistol training on how to clean and shoot with it. As a week had gone by with him relaxing with taking and remembering the gun of his, go to school for the crash course that he would be using in a few hours since He would be going to the front then as a commander for reasons he really don't know. He has had quite fun this last week studying and memorizing each part while training his pistol masrksmenship at the target range at the school when he could, doing that from monday to friday as he used friday and Saturday to go out drinking with his fellow comrades at the school. sunday was used as a recover day from the hung over from the wild dinking of his but then monday came again, standing in front of the school early in the morning he got the okay to finally be drafted out into the battlefield.

Role: Tanker: Tank Commander
Expertise: The normal crash course of how the Tank works how the pistol should be cleaned and how to repair the Tank in case of break downs or any other failures that dosen't require a trained mecanic.
Weaponry:

1x Tokarev TT-30, a handgun with two mags of ammo.
2x RG-42, fragmentation grenade.
1x binoculars
Depends but i like to see as the rolepaly goes on if that's the case or not
LokiLeo789 said
Hmm, well if I'm getting this right, lee would have been probably 12 years old when the whole thing started... could I live on the outside?


Seems like Olaf and jack will be 'best' buddies
(Sorry double post)
ame: Olaf Grubisaki
Age: 37
Occupation: Security guard.
Personality: Pretty much outgoing if he feels like he's in the right company and quite friendly if he is treated fairly too. If one does somehow treat and disrespect him. One would really recommended to get the hell out of the room he or she was within with Olaf since he will pretty much let the law talk and either preach discipline by a beating or report anything dirty he may find
Oh okey. Just asking really. Its lyrics from a song so. . .
Um is it okey if i grab Denmark and teach me the roles?
Hod noded to the strange with a smile onto his lips as he rode himself towards the way the stranger had pointed him towards. His brown horse was stamping the snow down as it rode towards two men. Hod stopped as he was about twenty meters away. Unmounting his horse he walked over to them. Bowing respectfully as he stopped in front of them.
" I was deracted towards you two. . My name is Jarl hod Valhalshika. I have come here today to ask for your assistence to overthrow he tyrant Olaf Hamsen the second. . . " Hod said, hoping that they didn't just jail him at the spot right away since he was the enemy after all
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