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Name:Fyodor Ilyich Radzev

Nationality:
Russian/Serbian

What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK, US or Soviet: Soviet

Character History:
Born to a peasant alcoholic father and a noble Serbian mother. Fyodor ilyich Gebrozehov was born in Minsk, Russia. January 27th 1917 was his birthdate. At the age of five, Fyodors father Yuri taught him to shoot a rifle, the mosin nagant. Fyo was a good shot for his age, but due to some problems later in life he lost his great marksmanship. At the age of 11 Fyos father died from getting drunk and rapeing the daughter of an officer in the red army. Fyodor swore his vengence and was later exiled for swearing his vengence. He wwas exiled to western Ukraine were he went by Fyodor Radzev instead of Gebrozehov.
Military Rank: Sergeant

Writing Sample: Slowly regaining sense and sight, Fyodor slowly peered around his position to see who was all left. Not a soul it seemed. He believe his squad all perished and were set aflame or thrown into a forzen trench, [like himself for the trenhc part] stripped of any valubles they had. Fyodor searched himself to see if anything had been taken.
Scenario: A soldiers squad was ambushed and the bodies of the dead were ethier set aflame or throw into a frozen trench.



[illl finish later]

[Obergefreiter S. Reinard]

Approved at Corporal.

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Name:Fyodor Ilyich Radzev

Nationality:
Russian/Serbian

What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK, US or Soviet: Soviet

Character History:
Born to a peasant alcoholic father and a noble Serbian mother. Fyodor ilyich Gebrozehov was born in Minsk, Russia. January 27th 1917 was his birthdate. At the age of five, Fyodors father Yuri taught him to shoot a rifle, the mosin nagant. Fyo was a good shot for his age, but due to some problems later in life he lost his great marksmanship. At the age of 11 Fyos father died from getting drunk and rapeing the daughter of an officer in the red army. Fyodor swore his vengence and was later exiled for swearing his vengence. He wwas exiled to western Ukraine were he went by Fyodor Radzev instead of Gebrozehov. Once he turned 18 Fyo signed up for the Red army. Fyo trained hard and tirelessly. Once he was assigned to a platoon his CO was the man who had his father executed. After months of training and physical Training often referred to as "physical "Torture" Fyo went into his CO's office. "Sir?" Fyo asked. "What Corporal?" countered the CO. "I am Fyodor Gebrozehov, and you killed my father. The CO's lip trembled abit. "Your father deserved it! if you do anything you will be killed!" the CO said in a shaken voice. "Oh no worries, i'll let god sort it out in the end." Fyo said with an evil grin on his face while leaving the office. Fyo's training became harder and harder the next few months due to the CO's harshness. "one! two! three! move! move! move!" Demanded the CO. Fyo tried and tried and tried, the endless training wrecking his self indulgence slowly. After a few months of this hardened training Fyo decided to switch battalion's. He was placed under and artillery regiment.

Military Rank: Sergeant

Writing Sample: Slowly regaining sense and sight, Fyodor slowly peered around his position to see who was all left. Not a soul seemed to be alive. He believed his squad all perished and were set aflame or thrown into a frozen trench, [like himself for the trench part] stripped of any valubles they had. Fyodor searched himself to see if anything had been taken.
Scenario: A soldiers squad was ambushed and the bodies of the dead were ethier set aflame or thrown into a frozen trench. Fyodor staggered to his feet and gripped the side of the trench. Luckily he found that they didn't take his trust worthy takarov named Sasha. "Sasha seems it's just me and you my baby, you have protected me and will continue to protect me." Fyodor whispered to his Takarov while rubbing the grip. Suddenly the sound of snow being crunched under foot steps was heard. Fyo aimed his takarov toward the origin of the sound. There stood a Russian private. A Rugged looking fellow by the name of Vladislav. "Vladislav? is that you? get over here!" Fyo said rather quietly. Vladislav slowly walked toward the trench, his arm blocking the right side of his stomach. "Why you clenching your arm to your side?" Questioned Fyo. Vladislav didn't respond but moved his right arm slowly away from the stomach, Organs were visible such as the large intestine. Blood covering the front of his tunic, his face black from the smoke of the flame. "Damn it Vladislav! i'll get you to the medical tent as soon as we find the rest of our god forsaken regiment." Fyodor stated rather shocked from the sight of the wound. Fyodor worried that his friend would not survive. Fyo and Vladislav traveled toward the nearest fores tot keep out of sight. About 120 yards into the forest German being spoken was heard. Fyo dove to the ground and started crawling. "Vlad take cover and wait for the gun shots to uproar than move out." Fyo said. Vlad leaned against a tree and nodded. Fyo crept upon the two German sentries standing talking amongst them selves like old friends just seeing each other for the first time in a long while. Fyo slowly aimed his Takarev up toward the head of one of the Krauts. He fired off one shot and quickly adjusted his aim to the other and fired another shot. Both shots striking the Germans well before they were even aware what had hit them. The two Germans dropped to the ground, blood gashing out from the open wound. Fyo knew that both German were definitely dead. "Kpow Kpow" was heard back toward the way Fyo had came. "Shit shit! Vlaislav!" Fyo said. Fyodor jumped ot his feet and darted toward the sound his pistol held at a waist level. Vladislav was back against the tree sitting with a bullet in the heart. "Damn it!" Fyo bellowed. "legte die russische Waffe auf den Boden stechen." The German said coldly. Fyo turned around and jammed his pistol into the Germans throat, fired off three shots and dropped to his knees. The German gripped his throat and fell backwards, Blood all over him. Fyo quickly discharged the clip of his Takarov and exchanged it for another one. He pulled the sliding bar on top back and stood up. He moved back through the forest. After about 5 hours of walking he came to the end of the forest. In the distance a small Russian occupied town could be seen. Fyo quickly moved toward the city. Running toward it with his pistol still drawn. "Krack!" the sound of the scoped mosin nagant made as a soviet sniper accidently shot at Fyo. The warmth of blood was felt in Fyo's Groin area. Fyo looked down and saw that his uniform had been stained Crimson. He dropped his Takarev, gripped his groin and dropped to the ground. The sniper realized his wrong doing and screamed for a medic. Two medical personal ran toward Fyo. Fyo lost conscious from shock and blood loss. Fyo woke up the next day in a medical tent. "Where ma i? what the hell happened?" Fyo questioned in a low voice. "Your in a medical tent in Kursk, you were shot by one of our snipers in the groin, you passed out form blood loss. You are fine though." Said an unclear figure of a man. Fyo covered his eyes with his arm, not being able to see that well. He quickly sat up and attempted to look around the room.