Post by Guest on Nov 26, 2009 9:27:12 GMT
Accepted!
Good application, nice and lengthy, you're also amongst some of the first Russian characters too; should be interesting when the update is finally completed and you're allowed to purchase proper Russian weaponry and units.
For now however, you'll have to make do with little options the Russians current have, but shouldn't be for too much longer. Just a fair warning though.
Again, welcome to the website!
~Danny
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Sasha Nosova
Nationality:
Russian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK, US or Soviet: Soviet
Character History:
Sasha was born in Moscow on December 9, 1918. She was born to a one of the rare wealthy families, entitling her to flashy clothes and a monster-mansion of a house. Her mother was a successful actress that everyone adored and her father was a well-known politician that earned deserved respect from society. No doubt she had her mother’s undeniable beauty, but was also very intelligent, which she inherited from her father. She spent the majority of her childhood involved in a variety of endless activities (including Ballet and Wood Carving and everything else in between) thanks to her parents who didn’t quite have free time for “quality time” with their daughter. Of course, her mother made more of an effort than her father, so she was closer to her mother. Although, when it came to life lessons, she had no choice but to learn them on her own.
Her closest childhood friend was of the feline species, Himalayan to be exact, named Pushka. Pushka and Sasha were inseparable, never failing to provide much needed attention to each other when the other was lonely. Her next closest friend was a human, Mikhail Vostrikov who had spent just a dash more time with her than her parents, but it was enough to consider him a friend. They would go exploring together, whether it was through the town down the street or down by the creek leading to a pond that was hidden by a barrier of trees in Sasha’s backyard. Nonetheless, it would be an all-day event, but her parents wouldn’t care, because they would never notice she was gone. Sasha gradually developed a kiddy crush on Mikhail but she never let it be revealed. She unfortunately had to say goodbye to both of her friends and it was purposely at the same time because Mikhail had caused the goodbye to her Pushka. Pushka had climbed a towering tree and Sasha wanted her down. Mikhail’s masculine heroic pride got the cat down with a slingshot but made Pushka fall into the pond. Of course, felines are not best at swimming, but it didn’t help that the freezing cold temperature caused the cat hypothermia and eventually its demise. She tried her best to forgive Mikhail, but it was just not going to happen.
Sasha had a growing reputation as being well-mannered and respectful. She knew how to make the most out of any situation and was very helpful to those in need. That was one thing she has passionately loved, helping others. Even as early as 9-years-old, she voluntarily made sure she was usually involved in charitable events. Sasha could brighten anyone’s day, especially with her charismatic, magical smile. Even though she had what seemed to be everything anyone could ask for as a child, she felt like there was something greater out there. She didn’t know what exactly, but she was determined to find this “something more” that was pulling at her instincts.
Sasha was constantly enrolled in top-notch private schools and institutions that provided her with more-advanced academic material than the average for other children her age. She knew and could fluently use English and starting to learn French by age 10. Over the next couple of years, she had the hardest time meeting new people. She didn’t know why, but she would have a hard time breathing and her palms would get sticky alongside sweaty even getting to the point she felt as if she could pass out at any moment. She didn’t understand, but she started to hold her confidence differently as if it were fading with every new person she met. At age 15, Sasha’s father thought it was a splendid idea for her to join a shooting club to learn self-protection. Without question, Sasha did as she was told and even was a little intrigued. She liked the way a firearm made her feel. She discovered some form of hidden power inside her when she held a gun, especially when she held the Tokarov TT-30 Pistol, one of the many varieties of guns the shooting club provided. Gradually over the next year she upgraded her choice of weapon to the M1891/30 Mosin-Nagant Rifle because with it, she was the most accurate in hitting her targets. By age 17, Sasha was a well-developed sharpshooter and impressed many of her peers at the club. Even though, she had excelled at the shooting club, she had started to develop these “attacks” that didn’t just occur when meeting new people. Now, it was happening when she was around people she knew, but was introduced to change in a situation. She taught herself some breathing exercises to help make it through these attacks and keep the surrounding people’s knowledge of what she was experiencing to a minimum.
In 1941, Sasha was still well-into her studies at Kiev University and even performed a few acting gigs her mother had helped her obtain, and luckily most of the roles she played were filmed with her alone and the other actors filmed later. Her name started to surface and strangers started to recognize her which in turn terrified her. This was the life that every woman dreamed of, and most people that were able to live this life fell willingly into the “I’m better than you because I have money” profile, but Sasha refused. She didn’t think she was “better” than anyone, especially with these attacks. Yes, she had money, but she did not let that get to her ego. She wanted to make an impact on people’s lives, and not strictly by providing their prime-time entertainment.
In June when Germany invaded, she felt at the exact moment the news reached her, this was her “something more.” She could help her country by serving her country. What better way to use all the skills she obtained at the shooting club? Of course, joining the Red Army would be least expected by her fans, let alone her parents, but they would learn to get over it and she was hoping this would help her get over her anxiety. She joined the Infantry division having to deal with the occasional laughs from fellow male soldiers, but it was expected. Once they discovered her sharpshooting skills, the number of laughs slowed and eventually came to a halt meaning she was finally being taken seriously. She became one of the many Soviet women snipers and got to get reacquainted with her dear friend, the Mosin-Nagant, and this time, her friend had a new-and-improved effective range of 550 yards. It was more convenient that she was skilled at shooting a farther ranges because she felt that if she was closer to the action, she would have an extreme anxiety attack and actually faint. She had gotten better at developing breathing exercises to help the attacks subside, but occasionally, they decided to peek out. Sasha realized that even though she was biologically 22-years-old, to her, she was officially about to start her journey to stand for her “something more.”
Military Rank:
Serzhant ( Sergeant)
Writing Sample:
Sasha knew she had practice with a pistol if she needed it, but her loyalties lay with a sniper rifle. That was where her talent was. If she spotted a German up close, which seemed inevitable, she would be able to get by with the pistol satisfactorily but not as efficient as her sniper rifle. These were the only two weapons she unfortunately had on her, and being behind enemy lines didn’t make the situation easier. She had just a day’s worth of ammo. Sasha should have been a little intimidated and maybe a bit terrified of being alone with limited resources, but something about her sniper rifle comforted her. It was her security blanket, and quite odd for a woman of her background, but she didn’t care. She held her position at the glassless bottom edge of the top story window of what use to be someone’s home. This particular street was overtaken by the Germans a few days before, taking care of anything and/or anyone in their way, including innocent families. This was one thing that undoubtedly rubbed Sasha the wrong way, and was another drive of motivation to help defeat the Germans, one bullet at a time.
Sasha had known the Germans had set up a location for their soldiers and officers to meet and rest and she absolutely believed it was right across the street that she was posted on. She knew it would be nearly impossible for her to escape back to an Ally-friendly zone and plus, escaping was not on her list of things-to-do. She had no idea how many Germans were across the street, but knew she was going to have to stay level-headed, come up with a well-organized plan and pray that an attack doesn’t come along.
The skies black curtain had fallen, and that was Sasha’s cue. She felt more at ease with temporarily leaving her post now that the darkness provided her with a hint of invisibility. This was when she had the opportunity to quietly discover potential items-of-use in the room she currently occupied. Her parents never agreed with the saying “Someone else’s junk is someone else’s treasure,” but she was a believer and was going to stand by that belief right now. She had to be very silent, depending on her night-vision as her guide because anyone with any sense would know turning a light on would only recklessly direct unwanted attention her way.
Good application, nice and lengthy, you're also amongst some of the first Russian characters too; should be interesting when the update is finally completed and you're allowed to purchase proper Russian weaponry and units.
For now however, you'll have to make do with little options the Russians current have, but shouldn't be for too much longer. Just a fair warning though.
Again, welcome to the website!
~Danny
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Sasha Nosova
Nationality:
Russian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK, US or Soviet: Soviet
Character History:
Sasha was born in Moscow on December 9, 1918. She was born to a one of the rare wealthy families, entitling her to flashy clothes and a monster-mansion of a house. Her mother was a successful actress that everyone adored and her father was a well-known politician that earned deserved respect from society. No doubt she had her mother’s undeniable beauty, but was also very intelligent, which she inherited from her father. She spent the majority of her childhood involved in a variety of endless activities (including Ballet and Wood Carving and everything else in between) thanks to her parents who didn’t quite have free time for “quality time” with their daughter. Of course, her mother made more of an effort than her father, so she was closer to her mother. Although, when it came to life lessons, she had no choice but to learn them on her own.
Her closest childhood friend was of the feline species, Himalayan to be exact, named Pushka. Pushka and Sasha were inseparable, never failing to provide much needed attention to each other when the other was lonely. Her next closest friend was a human, Mikhail Vostrikov who had spent just a dash more time with her than her parents, but it was enough to consider him a friend. They would go exploring together, whether it was through the town down the street or down by the creek leading to a pond that was hidden by a barrier of trees in Sasha’s backyard. Nonetheless, it would be an all-day event, but her parents wouldn’t care, because they would never notice she was gone. Sasha gradually developed a kiddy crush on Mikhail but she never let it be revealed. She unfortunately had to say goodbye to both of her friends and it was purposely at the same time because Mikhail had caused the goodbye to her Pushka. Pushka had climbed a towering tree and Sasha wanted her down. Mikhail’s masculine heroic pride got the cat down with a slingshot but made Pushka fall into the pond. Of course, felines are not best at swimming, but it didn’t help that the freezing cold temperature caused the cat hypothermia and eventually its demise. She tried her best to forgive Mikhail, but it was just not going to happen.
Sasha had a growing reputation as being well-mannered and respectful. She knew how to make the most out of any situation and was very helpful to those in need. That was one thing she has passionately loved, helping others. Even as early as 9-years-old, she voluntarily made sure she was usually involved in charitable events. Sasha could brighten anyone’s day, especially with her charismatic, magical smile. Even though she had what seemed to be everything anyone could ask for as a child, she felt like there was something greater out there. She didn’t know what exactly, but she was determined to find this “something more” that was pulling at her instincts.
Sasha was constantly enrolled in top-notch private schools and institutions that provided her with more-advanced academic material than the average for other children her age. She knew and could fluently use English and starting to learn French by age 10. Over the next couple of years, she had the hardest time meeting new people. She didn’t know why, but she would have a hard time breathing and her palms would get sticky alongside sweaty even getting to the point she felt as if she could pass out at any moment. She didn’t understand, but she started to hold her confidence differently as if it were fading with every new person she met. At age 15, Sasha’s father thought it was a splendid idea for her to join a shooting club to learn self-protection. Without question, Sasha did as she was told and even was a little intrigued. She liked the way a firearm made her feel. She discovered some form of hidden power inside her when she held a gun, especially when she held the Tokarov TT-30 Pistol, one of the many varieties of guns the shooting club provided. Gradually over the next year she upgraded her choice of weapon to the M1891/30 Mosin-Nagant Rifle because with it, she was the most accurate in hitting her targets. By age 17, Sasha was a well-developed sharpshooter and impressed many of her peers at the club. Even though, she had excelled at the shooting club, she had started to develop these “attacks” that didn’t just occur when meeting new people. Now, it was happening when she was around people she knew, but was introduced to change in a situation. She taught herself some breathing exercises to help make it through these attacks and keep the surrounding people’s knowledge of what she was experiencing to a minimum.
In 1941, Sasha was still well-into her studies at Kiev University and even performed a few acting gigs her mother had helped her obtain, and luckily most of the roles she played were filmed with her alone and the other actors filmed later. Her name started to surface and strangers started to recognize her which in turn terrified her. This was the life that every woman dreamed of, and most people that were able to live this life fell willingly into the “I’m better than you because I have money” profile, but Sasha refused. She didn’t think she was “better” than anyone, especially with these attacks. Yes, she had money, but she did not let that get to her ego. She wanted to make an impact on people’s lives, and not strictly by providing their prime-time entertainment.
In June when Germany invaded, she felt at the exact moment the news reached her, this was her “something more.” She could help her country by serving her country. What better way to use all the skills she obtained at the shooting club? Of course, joining the Red Army would be least expected by her fans, let alone her parents, but they would learn to get over it and she was hoping this would help her get over her anxiety. She joined the Infantry division having to deal with the occasional laughs from fellow male soldiers, but it was expected. Once they discovered her sharpshooting skills, the number of laughs slowed and eventually came to a halt meaning she was finally being taken seriously. She became one of the many Soviet women snipers and got to get reacquainted with her dear friend, the Mosin-Nagant, and this time, her friend had a new-and-improved effective range of 550 yards. It was more convenient that she was skilled at shooting a farther ranges because she felt that if she was closer to the action, she would have an extreme anxiety attack and actually faint. She had gotten better at developing breathing exercises to help the attacks subside, but occasionally, they decided to peek out. Sasha realized that even though she was biologically 22-years-old, to her, she was officially about to start her journey to stand for her “something more.”
Military Rank:
Serzhant ( Sergeant)
Writing Sample:
Sasha knew she had practice with a pistol if she needed it, but her loyalties lay with a sniper rifle. That was where her talent was. If she spotted a German up close, which seemed inevitable, she would be able to get by with the pistol satisfactorily but not as efficient as her sniper rifle. These were the only two weapons she unfortunately had on her, and being behind enemy lines didn’t make the situation easier. She had just a day’s worth of ammo. Sasha should have been a little intimidated and maybe a bit terrified of being alone with limited resources, but something about her sniper rifle comforted her. It was her security blanket, and quite odd for a woman of her background, but she didn’t care. She held her position at the glassless bottom edge of the top story window of what use to be someone’s home. This particular street was overtaken by the Germans a few days before, taking care of anything and/or anyone in their way, including innocent families. This was one thing that undoubtedly rubbed Sasha the wrong way, and was another drive of motivation to help defeat the Germans, one bullet at a time.
Sasha had known the Germans had set up a location for their soldiers and officers to meet and rest and she absolutely believed it was right across the street that she was posted on. She knew it would be nearly impossible for her to escape back to an Ally-friendly zone and plus, escaping was not on her list of things-to-do. She had no idea how many Germans were across the street, but knew she was going to have to stay level-headed, come up with a well-organized plan and pray that an attack doesn’t come along.
The skies black curtain had fallen, and that was Sasha’s cue. She felt more at ease with temporarily leaving her post now that the darkness provided her with a hint of invisibility. This was when she had the opportunity to quietly discover potential items-of-use in the room she currently occupied. Her parents never agreed with the saying “Someone else’s junk is someone else’s treasure,” but she was a believer and was going to stand by that belief right now. She had to be very silent, depending on her night-vision as her guide because anyone with any sense would know turning a light on would only recklessly direct unwanted attention her way.
