Post by Theo on Dec 24, 2009 2:23:12 GMT
Approved at the rank you requested. Welcome to Issuing Orders, if you have any questions please feel free to ask either myself or any other staff member. There are also many veteran members on the site that can help you out as well, but the best place to start is the "Beginners Guide"
-JT
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Name:
Vadik Kuzichinko
Nationality:
Russian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Soviet
Character History:
Born in a small village in northwestern Russia named Yudino, Vadik found only the life of a serf awaiting him. Yudino, like much of the Soviet Union (in 1922), was still a vastly unindustrialized village, where the only genuine Soviet influence was when the local guard came around to ensure civil disobedience. Fortunately, this would allow Vadik to blossom into a man of moral positivity.
The invasion of Poland never even reached Yudino, and Vadik was none the wiser. He went about his business, and in his late teens had become a competent shoe maker. Village life and the world stage were worlds apart. The invasion of France came, and still only a fleeting word of turmoil between the French and Germany reached Yudino.
It was in late 1940 that the green uniformed Soviets came. They requested not volunteers, but conscripts for the 151st Rifleman Regiment. Yudino was one of two dozen chosen. They packed him and the others into a truck, and off they went.
Vadik was dubbed a Ryadovi and his first three weeks of " training " was spent running around a pond and listening to his Kapitan, a man named Raslov, talk about how sure he was that Germany was going to attack them. Vadik, as well as his comrades, dismissed the thought. That was ludicrous.
As the winter months wore off, and April, and May came. Training increased, and Vadik found himself learning the comforts of the Mosin-Nagant bolt-action rifle, as well as the PPSh Submachine Gun. More trucks came, he started to see armored cars and light tanks roll past. Some of the soldiers in his unit called the tanks T-26's, though what that meant, Vadik wasn't sure.
Weeks later, it appeared that Raslov was right, and Germany had decided its next target for subjugation would be the pitiful Soviet Union. Raslov, the only credible source of information in Vadik's platoon, said they were streaming right toward Moscow, and that the 161st Rifleman Regiment had been attached to the Soviet 19th Army, and would help to beat the German's back.
In late June, 1941, the 151st Rifleman Regiment was transferred to Moscow. The 19th Army was still en route to the area of German concentration, Smolensk, when the rains finally quit and allowed the Germans to thrust forward.
The 3rd Panzer Army's 20th Panzer Division had struck north, at Vitebsk, where the 19th Army was grouping up. The fighting was fierce, and the mostly unmotorized Soviet 19th army only managed to hold off the single division while reinforcements came. Vadik comments in his journal, " I fired only two magazines, and I am sure I didn't kill anyone. " Though, for his bravery in the defense of Vitebsk, he and nine others of his platoon were promoted to Efreitor.
Two days later, he was reattached to the 28th Motorized Rifle Regiment, and he hasn't seen Raslov since.
Military Rank:
Efreitor.
Writing Sample:
The fighting wasn't quite over, the swarming cacophony of gunfire still rang clear in the background. These lands were foreign, though they were Russian. The moon hung high in the night sky, and it's ivory beams were the only compass nature provided. Vadik had the Mosin-Nagant shouldered, though the weapon was empty, it made him feel safe.
Half crouched, he darted from tree to tree, attempting to follow the road to inevitably find some kind of Soviet presence, but it felt like every step was only another step away. He was torn from his thoughts by a single beam of light coming down the road. The light wavered to and fro, indicating it wasn't fixed to the front of the car, rather atop it. It was a patrol.
If it were his comrades of the 28th, or hell, even another group, he didn't want to miss them. Worse still, the blasted Wehrmacht were looking for survivors of the battle. Vadik pulled his feet under him as his backside found the unmoving bark of a tree.
He squinted, as if it would help to see what was coming. There were two vehicles, they had towering silhouettes, and the obtrusive cannon hanging ominously from the front of them indicated them as tanks. They had foreign shapes, not the sleek sloped form of the T-34.
They were Panzers, the first was bulky and wide, it's side skirts meant it was one of the more heavily modified Panzer IV's. The second tank, compared visually to the first was much smaller, a Panzer II or III perhaps. Vadik didn't wait to find out. He pushed himself up, and quietly retracted back into the thick foliage. The sun would give him a much better eye for which way to proceed.
-JT
Account E-Mail:EDITED OUT!
Name:
Vadik Kuzichinko
Nationality:
Russian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Soviet
Character History:
Born in a small village in northwestern Russia named Yudino, Vadik found only the life of a serf awaiting him. Yudino, like much of the Soviet Union (in 1922), was still a vastly unindustrialized village, where the only genuine Soviet influence was when the local guard came around to ensure civil disobedience. Fortunately, this would allow Vadik to blossom into a man of moral positivity.
The invasion of Poland never even reached Yudino, and Vadik was none the wiser. He went about his business, and in his late teens had become a competent shoe maker. Village life and the world stage were worlds apart. The invasion of France came, and still only a fleeting word of turmoil between the French and Germany reached Yudino.
It was in late 1940 that the green uniformed Soviets came. They requested not volunteers, but conscripts for the 151st Rifleman Regiment. Yudino was one of two dozen chosen. They packed him and the others into a truck, and off they went.
Vadik was dubbed a Ryadovi and his first three weeks of " training " was spent running around a pond and listening to his Kapitan, a man named Raslov, talk about how sure he was that Germany was going to attack them. Vadik, as well as his comrades, dismissed the thought. That was ludicrous.
As the winter months wore off, and April, and May came. Training increased, and Vadik found himself learning the comforts of the Mosin-Nagant bolt-action rifle, as well as the PPSh Submachine Gun. More trucks came, he started to see armored cars and light tanks roll past. Some of the soldiers in his unit called the tanks T-26's, though what that meant, Vadik wasn't sure.
Weeks later, it appeared that Raslov was right, and Germany had decided its next target for subjugation would be the pitiful Soviet Union. Raslov, the only credible source of information in Vadik's platoon, said they were streaming right toward Moscow, and that the 161st Rifleman Regiment had been attached to the Soviet 19th Army, and would help to beat the German's back.
In late June, 1941, the 151st Rifleman Regiment was transferred to Moscow. The 19th Army was still en route to the area of German concentration, Smolensk, when the rains finally quit and allowed the Germans to thrust forward.
The 3rd Panzer Army's 20th Panzer Division had struck north, at Vitebsk, where the 19th Army was grouping up. The fighting was fierce, and the mostly unmotorized Soviet 19th army only managed to hold off the single division while reinforcements came. Vadik comments in his journal, " I fired only two magazines, and I am sure I didn't kill anyone. " Though, for his bravery in the defense of Vitebsk, he and nine others of his platoon were promoted to Efreitor.
Two days later, he was reattached to the 28th Motorized Rifle Regiment, and he hasn't seen Raslov since.
Military Rank:
Efreitor.
Writing Sample:
The fighting wasn't quite over, the swarming cacophony of gunfire still rang clear in the background. These lands were foreign, though they were Russian. The moon hung high in the night sky, and it's ivory beams were the only compass nature provided. Vadik had the Mosin-Nagant shouldered, though the weapon was empty, it made him feel safe.
Half crouched, he darted from tree to tree, attempting to follow the road to inevitably find some kind of Soviet presence, but it felt like every step was only another step away. He was torn from his thoughts by a single beam of light coming down the road. The light wavered to and fro, indicating it wasn't fixed to the front of the car, rather atop it. It was a patrol.
If it were his comrades of the 28th, or hell, even another group, he didn't want to miss them. Worse still, the blasted Wehrmacht were looking for survivors of the battle. Vadik pulled his feet under him as his backside found the unmoving bark of a tree.
He squinted, as if it would help to see what was coming. There were two vehicles, they had towering silhouettes, and the obtrusive cannon hanging ominously from the front of them indicated them as tanks. They had foreign shapes, not the sleek sloped form of the T-34.
They were Panzers, the first was bulky and wide, it's side skirts meant it was one of the more heavily modified Panzer IV's. The second tank, compared visually to the first was much smaller, a Panzer II or III perhaps. Vadik didn't wait to find out. He pushed himself up, and quietly retracted back into the thick foliage. The sun would give him a much better eye for which way to proceed.
