Post by Timur Khostov on May 16, 2009 20:31:22 GMT
Lol! I remember you were the only person who the 3rd Person rule didn't apply to. So I'm going to let it pass. 
However:
-The Russian update isn't actually in place yet, so you are either going to join an American or British Division temperarily, or just wait for the update to come in place
- Although your app was great, we already have one Russian officer already on the site (While we have only one of the enlisted ranks), so I'm not going to give you the Lieutenant rank.
Instead, take Praporshchik.
P.S. Loved the writing scenario! I get used to seeing the usual ones where the character vanquishes all the enemies, but this ending was a real shock. ;D
~Dan
Account E-Mail: pietro_the_shark@hotmail.com
Name: Timur Khostov
Nationality: Soviet
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath: Soviet Red Army
Character History:
Born in Ryzan in the Central District of the Soviet Union, Timur was raised by his estranged uncle Georgy Zhukov, after his mother died giving birth (His father died in the First World War). At the time Zhukov was the commander of a regiment in the Soviet Army, and raised Timur while on duty. He treated Timur like he would any child not his own, and thus Timur grew up in a failry harsh and strict environment where he was awarded for his obedience and disciplined heavily for any falters.
School was a luxury Timur was allowed, and he performed well in most of his classes, the best of which being History. Throughout Timur’s childhood and adolescence Zhukov taught him all he knew regarding military strategy, and Zhukov’s bravery in the face of the enemy inspired Timur to be like him when he grew up.
As tensions between Germany and the Soviet Union increased, Zhukov knew war was coming and prepared his nephew for the battles that he would have to endure. Timur became efficient with almost any weapon in the Red Army, and even heavily practiced fighting techniques developed during and after the Great War. Like his uncle, Timur knew that armored fighting was the way of the future, and when he finally reached the age of 18, he joined the Red Army as a career soldier.
Using his uncles ties, Timur quickly rose in rank, and managed to find an open spot in one of the first armored brigades of the Red Army. Tactics became his life, and Timur relished every minute of it, right up to the 22nd of June, and the entering of the Soviet Union into the Great Patriotic War.
When the opening shots of the war began, Timur was located in Moscow with his armored Brigade. By June 11th, the German Army Group Centre had made it across the Dnieper River, and were setting their sights on Moscow. Luckily, Hitler refused demands from his Generals to attack, and Timur along with the rest of the Red Army in Moscow began to prepare for the inevitable.
Military Rank: Starshii Leitenant
Writing Sample:
Though I’d never been to Berlin, I knew from photo’s what it had looked like before we’d arrived. Banners of the soon to be defunct Third Reich still hung from certain buildings, tattered and torn by both gunfire and explosions alike. Others were burning, lit by Soviet troops as they rushed past, and others still lay dormant on the streets, track marks from Soviet Tanks making strange patterns over the symbol of horror and destruction. We’d found the camps, and the blood boiled within us all to an almost explosive level. Atrocities ran rampant throughout the city, with even civilians taking part in the fighting. Loyal to the end I suppose, even if the end was to be raped by a ugly Soviet trooper on his way to the frontlines.
My tank had been hit by a grenade, and we were forced to fall back to check the damages. Little did we know that the Germans were planning a counter offensive, and that we were right near one of their hot spots. The area had of course been swept by Soviet Foot soldiers, and had been turned into a type of forward command post, with a bustling amount of troops and tanks alike moving around in a frantic rush.
Sitting on the back of the tank, I lit one of the few cigarettes I had left while my driver inspected the small black burn mark on the side of the tank where the grenade had hit. He told me that the tracks had been lightly damaged, but it wasn’t anything severe and that we could still operate for at least the remainder of the Berlin battle. It was good news, so I passed him a cigarette and he joined me on the tank. As did the rest of our crew, draining my cigarette case empty.
So you must understand that I was shocked beyond belief when the forward outpost was completely obliterated by a German Panzer IV 75mm round. Almost instantly the crew was up, and we dove back into our tank as the guns around us opened up on the approaching Panzers. Within seconds our own guns opened up, the 85mm long gun exploding loudly as it sent a shell barreling through the first Panzer we laid eyes upon.
The sound of the main gun reloading was a welcome relief as I stuffed myself into the top of the tank and closed the hatch tightly shut. Via two small slits, I watched the battle unfold as two more Panzers pulled into sight directly in front of us, their guns already trained upon us. The first shot they fired nailed the front armor, slopping up and deflecting off into the unknown, and by the time the second panzer was prepared to fire, so were we.
“Fire at the Panzer on the right!”
“Yes, Leitenant,”
Boom. The gun rocked the entire tank, and I watched as the round exploded into the Panzers turret. Flames burst from the seems, as the entire German tank rocked backwards from the force of the blast, and the round they had been ready to fire shot from their cannon, exploding upon impact with a tall building next to us sending debris falling down upon our tank. As the loader reloaded the 85mm, the gunner took aim at the second Panzer tank, whom had just reloaded and adjusted its aim for our turret.
“For god’s sake fire!” I screamed as I braced myself for what was to come. I knew my time had run out, and as the explosion rocked the turret of the T-34, the shell blew right through the two slits I had been watching through and killed me instantly in a bright explosion.
[Also, I’m sorry for writing in First Person, and I remember having a character on here whom I also roleplayed in first person with. Punk commented on it among other people, but I feel that it’s a lot less cut and dry like third person writing, and I feel that my writing is much more fluid and readable in this writing style.]
However:
-The Russian update isn't actually in place yet, so you are either going to join an American or British Division temperarily, or just wait for the update to come in place
- Although your app was great, we already have one Russian officer already on the site (While we have only one of the enlisted ranks), so I'm not going to give you the Lieutenant rank.
Instead, take Praporshchik.
P.S. Loved the writing scenario! I get used to seeing the usual ones where the character vanquishes all the enemies, but this ending was a real shock. ;D
~Dan
Account E-Mail: pietro_the_shark@hotmail.com
Name: Timur Khostov
Nationality: Soviet
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath: Soviet Red Army
Character History:
Born in Ryzan in the Central District of the Soviet Union, Timur was raised by his estranged uncle Georgy Zhukov, after his mother died giving birth (His father died in the First World War). At the time Zhukov was the commander of a regiment in the Soviet Army, and raised Timur while on duty. He treated Timur like he would any child not his own, and thus Timur grew up in a failry harsh and strict environment where he was awarded for his obedience and disciplined heavily for any falters.
School was a luxury Timur was allowed, and he performed well in most of his classes, the best of which being History. Throughout Timur’s childhood and adolescence Zhukov taught him all he knew regarding military strategy, and Zhukov’s bravery in the face of the enemy inspired Timur to be like him when he grew up.
As tensions between Germany and the Soviet Union increased, Zhukov knew war was coming and prepared his nephew for the battles that he would have to endure. Timur became efficient with almost any weapon in the Red Army, and even heavily practiced fighting techniques developed during and after the Great War. Like his uncle, Timur knew that armored fighting was the way of the future, and when he finally reached the age of 18, he joined the Red Army as a career soldier.
Using his uncles ties, Timur quickly rose in rank, and managed to find an open spot in one of the first armored brigades of the Red Army. Tactics became his life, and Timur relished every minute of it, right up to the 22nd of June, and the entering of the Soviet Union into the Great Patriotic War.
When the opening shots of the war began, Timur was located in Moscow with his armored Brigade. By June 11th, the German Army Group Centre had made it across the Dnieper River, and were setting their sights on Moscow. Luckily, Hitler refused demands from his Generals to attack, and Timur along with the rest of the Red Army in Moscow began to prepare for the inevitable.
Military Rank: Starshii Leitenant
Writing Sample:
Though I’d never been to Berlin, I knew from photo’s what it had looked like before we’d arrived. Banners of the soon to be defunct Third Reich still hung from certain buildings, tattered and torn by both gunfire and explosions alike. Others were burning, lit by Soviet troops as they rushed past, and others still lay dormant on the streets, track marks from Soviet Tanks making strange patterns over the symbol of horror and destruction. We’d found the camps, and the blood boiled within us all to an almost explosive level. Atrocities ran rampant throughout the city, with even civilians taking part in the fighting. Loyal to the end I suppose, even if the end was to be raped by a ugly Soviet trooper on his way to the frontlines.
My tank had been hit by a grenade, and we were forced to fall back to check the damages. Little did we know that the Germans were planning a counter offensive, and that we were right near one of their hot spots. The area had of course been swept by Soviet Foot soldiers, and had been turned into a type of forward command post, with a bustling amount of troops and tanks alike moving around in a frantic rush.
Sitting on the back of the tank, I lit one of the few cigarettes I had left while my driver inspected the small black burn mark on the side of the tank where the grenade had hit. He told me that the tracks had been lightly damaged, but it wasn’t anything severe and that we could still operate for at least the remainder of the Berlin battle. It was good news, so I passed him a cigarette and he joined me on the tank. As did the rest of our crew, draining my cigarette case empty.
So you must understand that I was shocked beyond belief when the forward outpost was completely obliterated by a German Panzer IV 75mm round. Almost instantly the crew was up, and we dove back into our tank as the guns around us opened up on the approaching Panzers. Within seconds our own guns opened up, the 85mm long gun exploding loudly as it sent a shell barreling through the first Panzer we laid eyes upon.
The sound of the main gun reloading was a welcome relief as I stuffed myself into the top of the tank and closed the hatch tightly shut. Via two small slits, I watched the battle unfold as two more Panzers pulled into sight directly in front of us, their guns already trained upon us. The first shot they fired nailed the front armor, slopping up and deflecting off into the unknown, and by the time the second panzer was prepared to fire, so were we.
“Fire at the Panzer on the right!”
“Yes, Leitenant,”
Boom. The gun rocked the entire tank, and I watched as the round exploded into the Panzers turret. Flames burst from the seems, as the entire German tank rocked backwards from the force of the blast, and the round they had been ready to fire shot from their cannon, exploding upon impact with a tall building next to us sending debris falling down upon our tank. As the loader reloaded the 85mm, the gunner took aim at the second Panzer tank, whom had just reloaded and adjusted its aim for our turret.
“For god’s sake fire!” I screamed as I braced myself for what was to come. I knew my time had run out, and as the explosion rocked the turret of the T-34, the shell blew right through the two slits I had been watching through and killed me instantly in a bright explosion.
[Also, I’m sorry for writing in First Person, and I remember having a character on here whom I also roleplayed in first person with. Punk commented on it among other people, but I feel that it’s a lot less cut and dry like third person writing, and I feel that my writing is much more fluid and readable in this writing style.]