Name:
Vladimir Alexandrov.
Nickname/Callsign:
Peregrine.
Age:
37
Nationality:
Russia.
Appearance:
Bio:
Through Vladimir's entire life as a Russian citizen has been tough, the only lifeline he had recieved being the moment he had joined the Russian military, which, without doubt saved his life. Sharing the name of his countries leader, Vladimir's always been a person for information. He'd like to know everything before begining anything, and such he's lived until this day. As a normal suburban kid, he'd lived with his parent's and two sisters until he finished his education and moved out, through his time living with his sisters and parent's. Living in an unhealthy and unfitting neighborhood for, children and kid's of his age, or even teens. Vladimir had seen many unconfortable thing's, sexual or violent, even thing's concerning his two sisters. Through Vladimir's way of life, his need for information almost destroyed him during his teens. After finally making it through the education course Vladimir was out of his parent's house like a lightning bolt.
He managed to recieve a job at security of the regional supermarket but was fired shortly after due to reasons which Vladimir yet doesn't understand. He was even faster thrown out of his apartment than he ran out of his parent's home. He'd lived on the street's for a while, he'd lost hope in the world and somehow, the Heavenfall's revived Vladimir's spirit, propaganda was thrown, exactly everywhere, the Russian army was mobalizing, originally it was incredibly strong, however with the rising sea levels that ended abruptly. Vladimir was very curious why he was even there, it'd been like he didn't even think, but instead acted on heart and spirit. Now, more than ever, his patriotism and love for his country was stronger than ever, this would be what would bring him into the Russian air force.
Once he'd managed to enter the Russian Air Force, with flying colors, he felt like a god, but of course, that quickly ended with the rise of the great threat UNWO. He was deployed to the recon-wing and, luckily, he was assigned as a test pilot of the new Russian spy plane prototype. He, and his co-pilot Artyom would pilot this great beast on a spying mission over the entirety of the UNWO, as a part of a massive information gathering mission by the UN. Atyom would be the pilot and Vladimir would be the informant and operator of the MiC-99.
However, thing's went bad when one of the three jet engines began to struggle, without much time to think, the aircraft went into a dying spin diagonally towards the grounds of China. For three, five or seven minutes Artyom and Vladimir were in contact with Russian Air Command and commentated during the entire disaster. With only 5km to the ground the two member team ejected. After a couple minutes parachuting they finally fell to the ground, they had been able to see military mobalize at the edge's of the jungle that Arytom and Vladimir had been lucky enough to land in.
After a couple of day's in hiding within the confines of the forest they finally were caught and brought to a military prison, they were interogated furious and without remorse, their russian training, however had put them at the advantage in this field, being able to endure and remain quiet. Within a couple of years of torture, unrelenting hate and pain, sorrow and thought, somehow, something knocked down the door, the flash of white light blinded Vladimir for a far while, but whoever had brought down the door spent no time to wait, stripping Vladimir of his chackles and bringing him to his feet.
When Vladimir got to his senses he was already far outside, back into the youngles which he once had hid inside. Around him were Russian special forces, somehow they been able to infiltrate China. When Vladimir came further back into his senses he looked around him and realized that this compound was a VIP military prison camp and behind him were many, many russian and even other UN countries' soldiers.
Once again, he owed his life to Russia and Vladimir would, without question, serve his motherland, even in this greatly different world, a world without the modern military that he'd once found pride in, instead it was filled with old, previously wonderful, but now obsolete. The only modern planes in the Russian Air Force would be the two 'Vladimir Squadrons' whom would serve as Russian pride. From now on, he would fight, only to get his hands on the ultimate machine, with the ultimate information gathering abilities.
Service Record:
Due to the extreme secrecy of the operation, no real service, which connect to the MiC-99 incident are included.
1 years service, excluding training.
MIA: 7 years.
Been in service since.