Post by Friedrich Falkenbëck on Jan 16, 2013 0:21:04 GMT
Character Name: Konstantin Vasilievich Vasilyev
Rank: Commissar Mladshii Leitenant or above preferably
Nationality: Soviet
History: He was born a bit outside the town Moscow not knowing much about his childhood all he remembers about his family is that his father and mother was fine people at least how he remember them and he remember his father having a car but not much else though he recalls the day when he was four where the world changed.
His parents hadn't returned for a day and all he remembers is his nanny taking care of him and that she was worried but he didn't understand what was going only that the same day some people came from an orphanage to pick him up he wasn't sure what it meant but very fast he started missing his parents not having been told that they had been in a car crash that had cost both of them their lives.
And at an early age he was set to work like the rest from the orphanage and taught the 'values' of Stalin and his government they were told if they worked they would get food and cloth if they did not they would get punished not as a group but as an individual, they were taught that they were blessed by being orphans in the soviet union and working for the collective and had they been orphans in any other country they would be starving and left to die and this was amongst the things they were taught and as many other with no other parent figure Stalin and communism seemed the best way for so many kids to feel like they fit in.
For the next many years nothing really happened in his life hard work every day and little food, this was what kept him personally in doubt for many years, of course he were thankful for his work as a part of the communist collective but the lack of food was hard on him and his comrades and as with anything else to begin with it ended up with whispering in the corners but when the leader of the orphanage found out he had his first encounter with these punishments which only resulted in even less food for a while and reciting some communist verse and he had to shrug it off though it was with trouble because to a child starvation isn't easily forgotten. Throughout the next years him and the others started to receive bits of education in reading and writing, this had been decided by the peoples commissariat of education.
At the age of twelve he was signed up with the pioneers which he participated alongside his work on a textile factory, the factory work was hard and boring and he felt odd that he didn't feel the same proud feeling of serving the communist collective as some of his friends did but he kept it to himself and if asked he would obviously reply what was required, long live Stalin and communism, he learned alot of the ideals by heart in order to sound credible, when not working at the textile factory or using his time with the youth pioneers he read and wrote in order to be able to do good because he wanted to become more then just a worker he wanted to be a part of the military who often marched through Moscow and it seemed so nice to him and all the discipline was something he admired. But yet the heavy work and constant pioneer meetings continued with nothing exciting happening and he had started spending less and less thought about his real parents whom he could remember very little about and more time studying.
At his fifteenth birthday he was quickly signed up with Komsomol, it was kind of his orphanage punishment to ensure he stayed close to communism where he might some years ago would have been annoyed he accepted it, after all he was just playing the game of politics which was expected of him and some of it he even believed and he knew with komsomol came an advantage, more food and he also received a set of fine clothing for wearing to meetings it was a gift he was glad for although he did have to work it off and technically pay for it himself but he didn't care now was now and it was an interesting change of life, he started at least to be able to convince other that what the party thought was right and he actually knew what it was about this was also going to help him later but he didn't know yet.
The year after he met with the doctor who was tied to the orphanage who carried out the medical examinations which they had to do and where it was written in the papers here he was declared fit and healthy and like the doctors often did, his papers was changed to make him older then he was, this was a common practice because of the conscription age being 18 and sometimes healthy kids was made to seem older so that they could serve in the soviet army. To begin with Konstantin didn't think much of it and just kept attending his duties in komsomol and on the textile factory he was still working.
Then one evening the NKVD visited the Orphanage as they had done before in order to recruit old enough youth to serve, and reason they came to the orphanage was because the security force knew that the youth had little other influence then the propaganda that they was experiencing on a daily basis. When they came to Konstantin they checked his papers and took him with them. That was when the training started after all was now going to do the two year conscription and possibly longer in the NKVD's security force.
During his training the officers always made sure that they were always strong in the love for the party and for Stalin. During his time in the NKVD they were trained in the same as any other soldier, formations and firing though to his own surprise they were also trained in dancing and playing music because unlike the normal infantry their job was to keep morale high and therefore it was made sure they could play music and dance as well as preach the ideals of the party. Therefore he started to feel the it was more amusing then he had thought and it was for sure more fun then working at a textile factory, and learning tactics and to shoot was also a nice change, as well as a better uniform.
Throughout his training he made friends with some of the junior officer because they had common interest and because of service in komsomol. throughout the training he was promoted to serzhant the rank wasn't because of combat but because he was good at the morale part of training, although to him the ranks didn't really matter because they were in his world just there during the time of their conscription but he knew when he was done if he wanted to continue it would be a good idea but was time to yet. Though when it came to the sudden none-aggression pact with the Germans a lot in the camp started discussing what it meant but quickly accepted it because they weren't trained to ask questions. He though kept feeling surprise but the chances of the Germans wanting to go to war with the Great soviet union was closely to non-existent in his world.
When the war started he was lucky enough to be promoted to Commissar Mladshii Leitenant and attached to a combat regiment, his job? Unlike common disbelief it wasn't to shoot retreating people but to make sure to keep the morale high, and of course to make sure that deserters received the punishment and trial, although he wasn't put in charge he was put as a second and because of his prior service his job was closer to a secretary to a higher ranking NKVD Commissar which suited him just fine, he wasn't on the front and he could stay with driving around doing the work of his superior, writing and filling out papers and so forth.
Writing Sample: He sat in the music room of the barracks, he sat with his instrument in his lap looking at the newspaper he had received. He hadn't had time to read it before now because they had practised all day. Him and the group he was a part of had been assigned to play some kind of music for an officers party and they all knew to well how bad it would be if they made mistakes and had therefore practised majority of the week and had little time to much else, now that it was evening though they had finally some time to relax and he had decided to follow up on the different news from the front and honestly he thought it looked pretty bad a few towns had already been lost to the German traitors who had stabbed them in the back when they broke the non-aggression-pact and he like most others had thought that it had been a joke to begin with but had quickly learned otherwise.
He shrugged deeply looking at his instrument wondering how it would be to be a combat soldier, he had done all the training and fired a rifle but he had yet to see real battle, he didn't mind being on the rear line but he wondered how it was on the front line. Then his thoughts was cut short as he heard the sound of boots behind him, he looked up from the newspaper and quickly got up from his chair put down his instrument and the newspaper and then snapping at attention and giving a salute the officer responding with a nod looking around in the empty room before fixing his sight at Konstantin "Serzhant Konstantin Vasilievich Vasilyev?" the officer asked seeming like he had endless duties to attend to. "Yes, Leitenant" he confirmed with a curious tone.
The officer looked down at his papers for a second before looking up at Konstantin again "Please follow me" the leitenant stated waiting for Konstantin to reply. Konstantin simply replied with a nod before grabbing his coat and taking on his cap before following the leitenant. He couldn't help but wonder why he was called for, he wasn't sure if he should feel worried or glad but he maintained a calm stature while walking after the leitenant. They walked out of the music room and across a small square where the unit usually met in the morning or in important cases, and then they walked on over to a building which he knew contained a lot of the officers, offices the officer simply nodded to the guards in front of the entrance before they entered the building, himself following closer after still with a very curious look on his face.
His smile had started to faint he had never seen it as a good thing being asked to follow an officer of the NKVD even if he himself was a part of them. They came to a door which said 'Maior Koltov' the leitenant stopped and looked back at Konstantin "Wait here" he said before entering the office and closing the door after him. Konstantin looked a bit around while trying to listen to what they said though what he could hear it was only the leitenant saying that the serzhant was there and then told to let him in, Konstantin took a deep breath as the leitenant exited the room and motioned for Konstantin to enter. Konstantin nodded to the officer and entered the room and the door was closed behind him.
He walked into a middle sized office where behind a wooden desk sat a well dressed maior of the NKVD, one he had mostly seen just attending the larger drills and stuff like that, of course he had heard of Koltov's bravery during the October Revolution, so he felt proud to be in Koltov's office but also a bit afraid of why he might be there. Koltov looked up from his desk as Konstantin snapped at attention yet again "Serzhant Konstantin Vasilyev" he introduced himself as Koltov looked down at his own papers before looking up at Konstantin "At ease comrade Vasilyev" Koltov said as he looked through a few papers. Konstantin went into a more relaxed stance but still maintaining a straight back while looking at Koltov.
Koltov pulled out another document staying silent for a moment "So do you know why you are here?" he asked calmly, Konstantin a bit more worried replying "No Maior Koltov" he said a bit hesitant "Hopefully nothing bad.." he quickly added Koltov only shaking his head and smiling a bit, "Please have a seat" Koltov said motioning to one of the chairs. Konstantin walked over to one of the chairs "Thank you" he said before sitting down not having expected to sit inside the office of a maior but was a good sign that he wasn't in trouble at least.
Koltov took a deep breath before lighting his cigar like he was almost wanting to keep Konstantin's worried feeling for a bit longer. "Konstantin Vasilievich Vasilyev... You were born in Moscow?" Koltov asked, "Yes Maior Koltov, I am" again replying a bit hesitant. "I can see here you were raised at an orphanage correct? And you worked a lot of your life on a textile factory?" Koltov continued asking, Konstantin just nodding feeling it was odd that he was asked questions that the officer already knew the answer to but he didn't want to question the maior's ways.
Koltov continued to speak "Joined the pioneers when you could, must have been hard when also working constantly?" Koltov asked. "Not really, sir. Working is easy enough as long as you know you do it for the collective.." Konstantin replied to the Maior knowing that it was a favourable reply and he still had no idea what it was he was here for. Koltov nodded like it was the reply he had expected "Indeed... Then on to Komsomol where we recruited you rewarding you with his honourable opportunity to serve in the NKVD" Koltov took a short break Konstantin feeling it was because he wanted some kind of agreeing reply "Indeed Maior Koltov.. I learned in a young age how blessed I am to be an orphan in the soviet union and how I would have suffered had it been anywhere else Konstantin replied looking down for a bit.
Koltov nodded satisfied before replying "Good, and it's always good to see a worker raising through the ranks without relying on family and contacts". Konstantin smiled satisfied at hearing this as he looked back up at the Koltov. "And therefore it has been decided that you will be promoted to Commissar Mladshii Leitenant working as the aide to Commissar Kapitan Gorchev" Konstantin smiled proudly at the news. Koltov handed Konstantin a document "Here is your orders, in the morning go to the quartermaster and receive your new uniform you will be send to Kapitan Gorchev tomorrow afternoon." Konstantin nodded "Thank you Maior Koltov" he replied still smiling. Koltov nodded "Well I have work to do, dismissed". Konstantin got to his feet saluted and exited the office.
Rank: Commissar Mladshii Leitenant or above preferably
Nationality: Soviet
History: He was born a bit outside the town Moscow not knowing much about his childhood all he remembers about his family is that his father and mother was fine people at least how he remember them and he remember his father having a car but not much else though he recalls the day when he was four where the world changed.
His parents hadn't returned for a day and all he remembers is his nanny taking care of him and that she was worried but he didn't understand what was going only that the same day some people came from an orphanage to pick him up he wasn't sure what it meant but very fast he started missing his parents not having been told that they had been in a car crash that had cost both of them their lives.
And at an early age he was set to work like the rest from the orphanage and taught the 'values' of Stalin and his government they were told if they worked they would get food and cloth if they did not they would get punished not as a group but as an individual, they were taught that they were blessed by being orphans in the soviet union and working for the collective and had they been orphans in any other country they would be starving and left to die and this was amongst the things they were taught and as many other with no other parent figure Stalin and communism seemed the best way for so many kids to feel like they fit in.
For the next many years nothing really happened in his life hard work every day and little food, this was what kept him personally in doubt for many years, of course he were thankful for his work as a part of the communist collective but the lack of food was hard on him and his comrades and as with anything else to begin with it ended up with whispering in the corners but when the leader of the orphanage found out he had his first encounter with these punishments which only resulted in even less food for a while and reciting some communist verse and he had to shrug it off though it was with trouble because to a child starvation isn't easily forgotten. Throughout the next years him and the others started to receive bits of education in reading and writing, this had been decided by the peoples commissariat of education.
At the age of twelve he was signed up with the pioneers which he participated alongside his work on a textile factory, the factory work was hard and boring and he felt odd that he didn't feel the same proud feeling of serving the communist collective as some of his friends did but he kept it to himself and if asked he would obviously reply what was required, long live Stalin and communism, he learned alot of the ideals by heart in order to sound credible, when not working at the textile factory or using his time with the youth pioneers he read and wrote in order to be able to do good because he wanted to become more then just a worker he wanted to be a part of the military who often marched through Moscow and it seemed so nice to him and all the discipline was something he admired. But yet the heavy work and constant pioneer meetings continued with nothing exciting happening and he had started spending less and less thought about his real parents whom he could remember very little about and more time studying.
At his fifteenth birthday he was quickly signed up with Komsomol, it was kind of his orphanage punishment to ensure he stayed close to communism where he might some years ago would have been annoyed he accepted it, after all he was just playing the game of politics which was expected of him and some of it he even believed and he knew with komsomol came an advantage, more food and he also received a set of fine clothing for wearing to meetings it was a gift he was glad for although he did have to work it off and technically pay for it himself but he didn't care now was now and it was an interesting change of life, he started at least to be able to convince other that what the party thought was right and he actually knew what it was about this was also going to help him later but he didn't know yet.
The year after he met with the doctor who was tied to the orphanage who carried out the medical examinations which they had to do and where it was written in the papers here he was declared fit and healthy and like the doctors often did, his papers was changed to make him older then he was, this was a common practice because of the conscription age being 18 and sometimes healthy kids was made to seem older so that they could serve in the soviet army. To begin with Konstantin didn't think much of it and just kept attending his duties in komsomol and on the textile factory he was still working.
Then one evening the NKVD visited the Orphanage as they had done before in order to recruit old enough youth to serve, and reason they came to the orphanage was because the security force knew that the youth had little other influence then the propaganda that they was experiencing on a daily basis. When they came to Konstantin they checked his papers and took him with them. That was when the training started after all was now going to do the two year conscription and possibly longer in the NKVD's security force.
During his training the officers always made sure that they were always strong in the love for the party and for Stalin. During his time in the NKVD they were trained in the same as any other soldier, formations and firing though to his own surprise they were also trained in dancing and playing music because unlike the normal infantry their job was to keep morale high and therefore it was made sure they could play music and dance as well as preach the ideals of the party. Therefore he started to feel the it was more amusing then he had thought and it was for sure more fun then working at a textile factory, and learning tactics and to shoot was also a nice change, as well as a better uniform.
Throughout his training he made friends with some of the junior officer because they had common interest and because of service in komsomol. throughout the training he was promoted to serzhant the rank wasn't because of combat but because he was good at the morale part of training, although to him the ranks didn't really matter because they were in his world just there during the time of their conscription but he knew when he was done if he wanted to continue it would be a good idea but was time to yet. Though when it came to the sudden none-aggression pact with the Germans a lot in the camp started discussing what it meant but quickly accepted it because they weren't trained to ask questions. He though kept feeling surprise but the chances of the Germans wanting to go to war with the Great soviet union was closely to non-existent in his world.
When the war started he was lucky enough to be promoted to Commissar Mladshii Leitenant and attached to a combat regiment, his job? Unlike common disbelief it wasn't to shoot retreating people but to make sure to keep the morale high, and of course to make sure that deserters received the punishment and trial, although he wasn't put in charge he was put as a second and because of his prior service his job was closer to a secretary to a higher ranking NKVD Commissar which suited him just fine, he wasn't on the front and he could stay with driving around doing the work of his superior, writing and filling out papers and so forth.
Writing Sample: He sat in the music room of the barracks, he sat with his instrument in his lap looking at the newspaper he had received. He hadn't had time to read it before now because they had practised all day. Him and the group he was a part of had been assigned to play some kind of music for an officers party and they all knew to well how bad it would be if they made mistakes and had therefore practised majority of the week and had little time to much else, now that it was evening though they had finally some time to relax and he had decided to follow up on the different news from the front and honestly he thought it looked pretty bad a few towns had already been lost to the German traitors who had stabbed them in the back when they broke the non-aggression-pact and he like most others had thought that it had been a joke to begin with but had quickly learned otherwise.
He shrugged deeply looking at his instrument wondering how it would be to be a combat soldier, he had done all the training and fired a rifle but he had yet to see real battle, he didn't mind being on the rear line but he wondered how it was on the front line. Then his thoughts was cut short as he heard the sound of boots behind him, he looked up from the newspaper and quickly got up from his chair put down his instrument and the newspaper and then snapping at attention and giving a salute the officer responding with a nod looking around in the empty room before fixing his sight at Konstantin "Serzhant Konstantin Vasilievich Vasilyev?" the officer asked seeming like he had endless duties to attend to. "Yes, Leitenant" he confirmed with a curious tone.
The officer looked down at his papers for a second before looking up at Konstantin again "Please follow me" the leitenant stated waiting for Konstantin to reply. Konstantin simply replied with a nod before grabbing his coat and taking on his cap before following the leitenant. He couldn't help but wonder why he was called for, he wasn't sure if he should feel worried or glad but he maintained a calm stature while walking after the leitenant. They walked out of the music room and across a small square where the unit usually met in the morning or in important cases, and then they walked on over to a building which he knew contained a lot of the officers, offices the officer simply nodded to the guards in front of the entrance before they entered the building, himself following closer after still with a very curious look on his face.
His smile had started to faint he had never seen it as a good thing being asked to follow an officer of the NKVD even if he himself was a part of them. They came to a door which said 'Maior Koltov' the leitenant stopped and looked back at Konstantin "Wait here" he said before entering the office and closing the door after him. Konstantin looked a bit around while trying to listen to what they said though what he could hear it was only the leitenant saying that the serzhant was there and then told to let him in, Konstantin took a deep breath as the leitenant exited the room and motioned for Konstantin to enter. Konstantin nodded to the officer and entered the room and the door was closed behind him.
He walked into a middle sized office where behind a wooden desk sat a well dressed maior of the NKVD, one he had mostly seen just attending the larger drills and stuff like that, of course he had heard of Koltov's bravery during the October Revolution, so he felt proud to be in Koltov's office but also a bit afraid of why he might be there. Koltov looked up from his desk as Konstantin snapped at attention yet again "Serzhant Konstantin Vasilyev" he introduced himself as Koltov looked down at his own papers before looking up at Konstantin "At ease comrade Vasilyev" Koltov said as he looked through a few papers. Konstantin went into a more relaxed stance but still maintaining a straight back while looking at Koltov.
Koltov pulled out another document staying silent for a moment "So do you know why you are here?" he asked calmly, Konstantin a bit more worried replying "No Maior Koltov" he said a bit hesitant "Hopefully nothing bad.." he quickly added Koltov only shaking his head and smiling a bit, "Please have a seat" Koltov said motioning to one of the chairs. Konstantin walked over to one of the chairs "Thank you" he said before sitting down not having expected to sit inside the office of a maior but was a good sign that he wasn't in trouble at least.
Koltov took a deep breath before lighting his cigar like he was almost wanting to keep Konstantin's worried feeling for a bit longer. "Konstantin Vasilievich Vasilyev... You were born in Moscow?" Koltov asked, "Yes Maior Koltov, I am" again replying a bit hesitant. "I can see here you were raised at an orphanage correct? And you worked a lot of your life on a textile factory?" Koltov continued asking, Konstantin just nodding feeling it was odd that he was asked questions that the officer already knew the answer to but he didn't want to question the maior's ways.
Koltov continued to speak "Joined the pioneers when you could, must have been hard when also working constantly?" Koltov asked. "Not really, sir. Working is easy enough as long as you know you do it for the collective.." Konstantin replied to the Maior knowing that it was a favourable reply and he still had no idea what it was he was here for. Koltov nodded like it was the reply he had expected "Indeed... Then on to Komsomol where we recruited you rewarding you with his honourable opportunity to serve in the NKVD" Koltov took a short break Konstantin feeling it was because he wanted some kind of agreeing reply "Indeed Maior Koltov.. I learned in a young age how blessed I am to be an orphan in the soviet union and how I would have suffered had it been anywhere else Konstantin replied looking down for a bit.
Koltov nodded satisfied before replying "Good, and it's always good to see a worker raising through the ranks without relying on family and contacts". Konstantin smiled satisfied at hearing this as he looked back up at the Koltov. "And therefore it has been decided that you will be promoted to Commissar Mladshii Leitenant working as the aide to Commissar Kapitan Gorchev" Konstantin smiled proudly at the news. Koltov handed Konstantin a document "Here is your orders, in the morning go to the quartermaster and receive your new uniform you will be send to Kapitan Gorchev tomorrow afternoon." Konstantin nodded "Thank you Maior Koltov" he replied still smiling. Koltov nodded "Well I have work to do, dismissed". Konstantin got to his feet saluted and exited the office.
