Post by Sergey Anatkin on Feb 25, 2009 13:53:46 GMT
Accepted!
Good app.
~Dan
Account E-Mail:
RHartwig84@web.de
Name:
Sergey Anatkin
Nationality:
Russian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Soviet
Character History:
Sergey was born 1922 in a small village in the area around Charkow. He was the youngest of 8 children and had to learn how to establish himself quiet early. Sergey never got to know his mother because she died from childbed fever some hours after he was born. His father, Oleg Anatkin, was a farmer in one of the new, giant collective farms and an assured communist. He even was a member in the Russian communist party. Although they weren’t rich people, his children always had enough to eat.
Sergey spent most of his childhood helping his father with the fieldwork. It was hard work and he often cursed the acres. The rest of his time, young Sergey spent with his siblings and the other children from their village. They played games in the nearby woods or took a bath in the small creek, crossing through the village. Unfortunately there wasn’t any school in the small town and so, Sergey never really learned how to read or write. Nevertheless his childhood was quiet sheltered.
When Sergey got ten years old, his father took him along for his first hunt. He loved creeping through the woods and showed some natural talent in shooting. But there was also another feeling inside him. Sergey quickly realised, that a rifle could mean absolute power. And he liked to have power.
But everything changed quickly, when the German troops started invading the Soviet Union in summer 1941. Two of his brothers where drawn into the Red Army immediately after the breakout of the war, while Sergey was a bit too young to serve for his fatherland. Doing nothing while his brothers fought for the Soviet Union was pretty hard for him.
When the German advance reached Charkow in the winter 1941, the village Sergey lived in, got captured by the Germans. Soon after, the Germans discovered a group of Partisans in the nearby forests. It was like a massacre. Nearly all civilians in his village got slaughtered by the SS and most of the houses got burned down. His father and the rest of his siblings also got killed. Only Sergey and some other youths managed to run away and to hide in the forests near the village.
After several days of meandering, the group of youths met a convoy of the Red Army, bringing supply to the frontline. The commanding officer of the convoy ordered some of his soldiers to bring Sergey and the other youths to a nearby Red Army camp. Filled up with hate, Sergey decided to stay and fight for his country. He lied about his age and volunteered for the army.
Sergey finished the basic training with very good results in the March ’42. Quickly he received his first promotions, but Sergey didn’t really care about them. For him, there was only one thought left. He wanted to get his own bloody revenge on the German invaders.
Military Rank:
Praporschik
Writing Sample:
[OOC: I screwed the scenario up a little bit, hope that’s ok.
It was very dark. No stars were to be seen in the sky and it was freezing cold. Sergey and his comrade Iwan drove slowly through the night with their old Zis- 5 truck. They have been promised to get one of the new, American Studebaker trucks, but nothing had happened by now. But although the Zis- 5 was old and outdated, it fulfilled his duties absolutely reliable.
The two Russians had been ordered to bring supply to the frontline. He didn’t know why, but Sergey had a strange feeling about this mission from the beginning. They already drove this way a thousand times and should know every stone and every tree. But tonight there was something different.
It was saver to drive without light these days and so it was a constant struggle to keep an eye on the street. Sergey’s eyes were already aching a lot and he got really tired. He wasn’t able to sleep more than four hours a night for the complete last week, because the German pressure in their sector got stronger every day.
Iwan offered him a sip from his vodka bottle and Sergey took it thankful. Both of the comrades were relatively new in the Red Army and hadn’t seen a lot of war by now. They got to know each other some weeks ago in the training camp and became good friends. Iwan was one of these pale, thin and skinny guys. He always looked as if he was sick. But he was smart and knew a lot of very funny stories. Sergey just had to like him. Now Iwan sat next to Sergey and started to sing an old Russian military song. Maybe he had drunken a bit too much vodka.
Suddenly Sergey slowed down the truck. Next to the street there was a warning sign, telling that the Germans were able to overview this street. Sergey thought about the countless wrecks he had seen lying besides the street. The German Luftwaffe knew how to do their job. And the German artillery was deadly accurate. He shivered, but although he decided to move on. The comrades in their dirty foxholes at the front were dependant on them. And he absolutely didn’t want to disappoint them.
But nothing happened and they passed the dangerous part of the road without problems. Sergey felt relieved and lighted up a cigarette made of Machorka, a strong Russian tobacco. The bitter taste of the smoke was exactly what he needed right now. He looked at Iwan, who now had emptied the whole bottle and slept snoring. His friend wouldn’t be a lot of a help in this condition.
”Iwan. Óýéê ââåðõ. Âû çàïîéíûé èäèîò. Ìû äîëæíû äåðæàòü íàøè ãëàçà….”
Sergey wasn’t able to continue his sentence, because suddenly there was a loud sound and a sharply burst of light directly behind their truck. A small fountain of earth rose into the sky. “Còóïêè” screamed Sergey, jumped out of the Zis- 5 and took cover besides the road. It was not one second too early. The next explosion was closer and hit the truck directly. It even got lifted a bit into the air and crashed back on the earth with a cracking noise. Oh no, Sergey realised that Iwan didn’t jump out of the truck in time. He couldn’t see him anywhere. After some moments, the German mortar fire ended as sudden as it started. Slowly, Sergey walked towards the truck. But he only could recognize a bloody mass, where his friend sat. Every help would be much too late here. With tears of anger in his eyes he started to walk his way back to the supply base.
Translations:
”Iwan. Óýéê ââåðõ. Âû çàïîéíûé èäèîò. Ìû äîëæíû äåðæàòü íàøè ãëàçà….”
“Iwan. Wake up, you drunken idiot. We have to keep our eyes….”
“ñòóïêè”
“Mortars”
Good app.
~Dan
Account E-Mail:
RHartwig84@web.de
Name:
Sergey Anatkin
Nationality:
Russian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Soviet
Character History:
Sergey was born 1922 in a small village in the area around Charkow. He was the youngest of 8 children and had to learn how to establish himself quiet early. Sergey never got to know his mother because she died from childbed fever some hours after he was born. His father, Oleg Anatkin, was a farmer in one of the new, giant collective farms and an assured communist. He even was a member in the Russian communist party. Although they weren’t rich people, his children always had enough to eat.
Sergey spent most of his childhood helping his father with the fieldwork. It was hard work and he often cursed the acres. The rest of his time, young Sergey spent with his siblings and the other children from their village. They played games in the nearby woods or took a bath in the small creek, crossing through the village. Unfortunately there wasn’t any school in the small town and so, Sergey never really learned how to read or write. Nevertheless his childhood was quiet sheltered.
When Sergey got ten years old, his father took him along for his first hunt. He loved creeping through the woods and showed some natural talent in shooting. But there was also another feeling inside him. Sergey quickly realised, that a rifle could mean absolute power. And he liked to have power.
But everything changed quickly, when the German troops started invading the Soviet Union in summer 1941. Two of his brothers where drawn into the Red Army immediately after the breakout of the war, while Sergey was a bit too young to serve for his fatherland. Doing nothing while his brothers fought for the Soviet Union was pretty hard for him.
When the German advance reached Charkow in the winter 1941, the village Sergey lived in, got captured by the Germans. Soon after, the Germans discovered a group of Partisans in the nearby forests. It was like a massacre. Nearly all civilians in his village got slaughtered by the SS and most of the houses got burned down. His father and the rest of his siblings also got killed. Only Sergey and some other youths managed to run away and to hide in the forests near the village.
After several days of meandering, the group of youths met a convoy of the Red Army, bringing supply to the frontline. The commanding officer of the convoy ordered some of his soldiers to bring Sergey and the other youths to a nearby Red Army camp. Filled up with hate, Sergey decided to stay and fight for his country. He lied about his age and volunteered for the army.
Sergey finished the basic training with very good results in the March ’42. Quickly he received his first promotions, but Sergey didn’t really care about them. For him, there was only one thought left. He wanted to get his own bloody revenge on the German invaders.
Military Rank:
Praporschik
Writing Sample:
[OOC: I screwed the scenario up a little bit, hope that’s ok.
It was very dark. No stars were to be seen in the sky and it was freezing cold. Sergey and his comrade Iwan drove slowly through the night with their old Zis- 5 truck. They have been promised to get one of the new, American Studebaker trucks, but nothing had happened by now. But although the Zis- 5 was old and outdated, it fulfilled his duties absolutely reliable.
The two Russians had been ordered to bring supply to the frontline. He didn’t know why, but Sergey had a strange feeling about this mission from the beginning. They already drove this way a thousand times and should know every stone and every tree. But tonight there was something different.
It was saver to drive without light these days and so it was a constant struggle to keep an eye on the street. Sergey’s eyes were already aching a lot and he got really tired. He wasn’t able to sleep more than four hours a night for the complete last week, because the German pressure in their sector got stronger every day.
Iwan offered him a sip from his vodka bottle and Sergey took it thankful. Both of the comrades were relatively new in the Red Army and hadn’t seen a lot of war by now. They got to know each other some weeks ago in the training camp and became good friends. Iwan was one of these pale, thin and skinny guys. He always looked as if he was sick. But he was smart and knew a lot of very funny stories. Sergey just had to like him. Now Iwan sat next to Sergey and started to sing an old Russian military song. Maybe he had drunken a bit too much vodka.
Suddenly Sergey slowed down the truck. Next to the street there was a warning sign, telling that the Germans were able to overview this street. Sergey thought about the countless wrecks he had seen lying besides the street. The German Luftwaffe knew how to do their job. And the German artillery was deadly accurate. He shivered, but although he decided to move on. The comrades in their dirty foxholes at the front were dependant on them. And he absolutely didn’t want to disappoint them.
But nothing happened and they passed the dangerous part of the road without problems. Sergey felt relieved and lighted up a cigarette made of Machorka, a strong Russian tobacco. The bitter taste of the smoke was exactly what he needed right now. He looked at Iwan, who now had emptied the whole bottle and slept snoring. His friend wouldn’t be a lot of a help in this condition.
”Iwan. Óýéê ââåðõ. Âû çàïîéíûé èäèîò. Ìû äîëæíû äåðæàòü íàøè ãëàçà….”
Sergey wasn’t able to continue his sentence, because suddenly there was a loud sound and a sharply burst of light directly behind their truck. A small fountain of earth rose into the sky. “Còóïêè” screamed Sergey, jumped out of the Zis- 5 and took cover besides the road. It was not one second too early. The next explosion was closer and hit the truck directly. It even got lifted a bit into the air and crashed back on the earth with a cracking noise. Oh no, Sergey realised that Iwan didn’t jump out of the truck in time. He couldn’t see him anywhere. After some moments, the German mortar fire ended as sudden as it started. Slowly, Sergey walked towards the truck. But he only could recognize a bloody mass, where his friend sat. Every help would be much too late here. With tears of anger in his eyes he started to walk his way back to the supply base.
Translations:
”Iwan. Óýéê ââåðõ. Âû çàïîéíûé èäèîò. Ìû äîëæíû äåðæàòü íàøè ãëàçà….”
“Iwan. Wake up, you drunken idiot. We have to keep our eyes….”
“ñòóïêè”
“Mortars”