Post by Vasily Markov on Dec 23, 2009 2:19:41 GMT
Approved as a Starshii Serzhant.
-JT
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Vasily Markov
Nationality:
- Russian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK, US or Soviet: Soviet
Character History:
- Vasily Markov was born to a banker and a housewife in Moscow, Russia. The Markov’s were known for helping those in need, whether it came to their friends or a stranger needing a place to stay. In their neighborhood, they were known as “God’s Angels”. Vasily was the oldest of three. He had two younger brothers, Sergei and Andrey Markov. They were twins and known for getting into trouble in school, whether it was fighting with other kids or just causing general trouble.
By the age of seventeen, Vasily was well built and excelled in athletics and economics. His family was proud of him and his father wanted him to continue the family run bank, but it would never happen. Communism was on the rise in Russia.
At the time Stalin came to power and the Soviet Army was being reorganized, Vasily enlisted at 19, the only one in his family to enlist. His parents didn’t support his decision, saying that he was to carry on the family legacy of wealth and prosperity. As soon as he left for training, his family moved out of Moscow and to Kiev.
The young Russian was stunned and depressed before he left for training. He had no family support; his brothers didn’t even support him, but they didn't have any choice, seeing that if they supported Vasily then they would be kicked out of the house. This didn’t stop him from going on with the military, though. He wasn’t going to be fighting for his family, as they deserted him and were not heard from again. Fighting for his country was on Vasily’s mind now. Soviet training was grueling and rough. The leadership was slowly rebuilding after Stalin took power. Most of the Soviet soldiers in training with Vasily were farm boys from the mountains and northern Russia. Although he and his fellow comrades came from different backgrounds, they treated each other as family. The farm boys looked up to Vasily as a strong leader.
After graduating training, Vasily found a small apartment near the Kremlin, the beating heart of where the Soviet Government resided. The young Russian soldier had once stood out in front of the Kremlin for 3 straight hours, just admiring the golden tops of the Kremlin. Luckily for him, a beautiful, blonde girl got him out of that gaze. Vasily looked into her eyes and saw greatness in her. She was the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. Her name was Anzhela and the two of them immediately saw a connection between one another. However, her parents didn’t approve of him, seeing him as a poor boy from the slums. Her parents had arranged a marriage between her and someone they adored, but Anzhela objected to her parents and moved in with Vasily instead.
One month later, they had been married and she was already pregnant with a boy who they would later name Josef in following of their beloved leader, Josef Stalin. One year later after their son’s birth, Russia was invaded by their beloved Ally, Germany.
Military Rank:
Starshii Serzhant or Starshina
Writing Sample:
Scenario:
My Dearest Anzhela,
I write to you from the front. I cannot say where I am now, but I assure you, we are close to the enemy. I can hear the sounds of their guns a couple of miles away from our position. The snow is really coming down. Rumors are going around that we are preparing for something big, either another attack by the Germans as they try and break through our lines, or perhaps, our turn to go on the offensive. Either way, I am sitting here, writing to you, thinking about you and our beloved son Josef every day. Any word on survivors from Kiev? I still hope my parents made it out alive, even though I still don’t like what they did to me. Anyways, it’s almost-
BOOOMMM, WHAAAMMMMM, CA-BOOOOMMMMM!!!!! Vasily dropped his pen as the ground rumbled and the lantern fell to the snow covered ground in his tent. He quickly grabbed his PPSH from the table and ran outside. Soviet bodies lay everywhere, soldiers running to the nearest foxhole or other form of cover, and the German Artillery raining their shells from the heavens upon the baffled Soviet position. Running over the dead bodies and barely evading the blasts, Vasily landed in a foxhole with another soldier, who was covering their head from the blast. Darkness faded over the foxhole as snow and debris fell upon the foxhole. The last thing Vasily saw was the sun, the ever so fading sun hiding behind the Nazi Iron Fist…
What seemed like forever turned out to be 20 minutes of unconsciousness. Vasily was buried under tree branches that shattered from the ground and landed on top of him. Luckily for him, he was in a ditch and the branch just covered him like a roof. The young soldier was shaken up and he quickly checked his comrade. The man with him had his eyes closed and had a large shard of an artillery shell sticking in his thigh. Vasily checked his vitals, feeling a faint heart beat. One thing that Vasily was taught in training, probably one of the most important things, never leave a man behind. First, Vasily slung his PPSH over his back and checked the area through a small opening. Fire blazed from burning tanks and trucks, the stench of dead bodies almost covering the smell of smoke. In the faint distance, Vasily could hear the sounds of tanks, vehicles, and infantry approaching. This was the standard approach for the Germans. They would shell a position with artillery or aerial bombardment. A classical and effective move. Then they would send in the infantry and its supporting vehicles. Vasily heard stories from others that the Germans were ruthless. They would kill unarmed Russian soldiers, civilians, and treat prisoners brutally. Was this really true? That violated the Geneva Convention on high levels. It wouldn’t be a surprise to him if it is true because Hitler was one of the most notorious, if not the most, in the world. Vasily wasn’t going to wait for the Germans. He had to escape with his wounded comrade and any other survivors they may find.
Realizing that they had to move quickly, Vasily grabbed his wounded comrade and dragged him out of the foxhole. Moscow was a couple of miles from their positions and the tops of the Kremlin could be seen. Starting to drag the soldier out of the battlefield, the voices of the German infantry grew louder and louder. Vasily stopped and dropped down, and then lay on top of his comrade acting as if they were dead. He swung his PPSH into his hand and held it out in front of him, keeping his head down so the Germans would think he was dead. Giving a slight look up, he saw them approaching in a spread out formation. They were kicking the bodies to make sure they were dead and if they weren’t, they’d shoot them. Rifle and machine gun shots rattled the battlefield as wounded Soviet soldiers cried in pain and their misery quickly taken away by instant death. The only thing Vasily could do was wait for the Germans to pass and hope they wouldn’t check him or his comrade. As the Germans approached, shouting erupted amongst their ranks, followed by a loud bang and rumbling. The Germans opened fire, the bullets whizzing over Vasily’s head. A small smirk broke across Vasily’s face. It was the Russians. The counteroffensive had begun.
With both sides in a fierce bloody fire fight, the Germans began to fall back. As they did and the Soviet soldiers began moving forward, checking for wounded and going after the Germans, Vasily turned to his wounded comrade who was conscious now.
“Comrade Vasily, what happened? Are…..are we dead?”
“No Alexander, we are not dead. Our comrades have come to save us,” he said, looking up to see two medics approach them. Vasily told them he was not wounded and that the other soldier needed attention. Following the other soldiers, it was time for the Russian Army to begin its march to Berlin.
-JT
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Vasily Markov
Nationality:
- Russian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK, US or Soviet: Soviet
Character History:
- Vasily Markov was born to a banker and a housewife in Moscow, Russia. The Markov’s were known for helping those in need, whether it came to their friends or a stranger needing a place to stay. In their neighborhood, they were known as “God’s Angels”. Vasily was the oldest of three. He had two younger brothers, Sergei and Andrey Markov. They were twins and known for getting into trouble in school, whether it was fighting with other kids or just causing general trouble.
By the age of seventeen, Vasily was well built and excelled in athletics and economics. His family was proud of him and his father wanted him to continue the family run bank, but it would never happen. Communism was on the rise in Russia.
At the time Stalin came to power and the Soviet Army was being reorganized, Vasily enlisted at 19, the only one in his family to enlist. His parents didn’t support his decision, saying that he was to carry on the family legacy of wealth and prosperity. As soon as he left for training, his family moved out of Moscow and to Kiev.
The young Russian was stunned and depressed before he left for training. He had no family support; his brothers didn’t even support him, but they didn't have any choice, seeing that if they supported Vasily then they would be kicked out of the house. This didn’t stop him from going on with the military, though. He wasn’t going to be fighting for his family, as they deserted him and were not heard from again. Fighting for his country was on Vasily’s mind now. Soviet training was grueling and rough. The leadership was slowly rebuilding after Stalin took power. Most of the Soviet soldiers in training with Vasily were farm boys from the mountains and northern Russia. Although he and his fellow comrades came from different backgrounds, they treated each other as family. The farm boys looked up to Vasily as a strong leader.
After graduating training, Vasily found a small apartment near the Kremlin, the beating heart of where the Soviet Government resided. The young Russian soldier had once stood out in front of the Kremlin for 3 straight hours, just admiring the golden tops of the Kremlin. Luckily for him, a beautiful, blonde girl got him out of that gaze. Vasily looked into her eyes and saw greatness in her. She was the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. Her name was Anzhela and the two of them immediately saw a connection between one another. However, her parents didn’t approve of him, seeing him as a poor boy from the slums. Her parents had arranged a marriage between her and someone they adored, but Anzhela objected to her parents and moved in with Vasily instead.
One month later, they had been married and she was already pregnant with a boy who they would later name Josef in following of their beloved leader, Josef Stalin. One year later after their son’s birth, Russia was invaded by their beloved Ally, Germany.
Military Rank:
Starshii Serzhant or Starshina
Writing Sample:
Scenario:
My Dearest Anzhela,
I write to you from the front. I cannot say where I am now, but I assure you, we are close to the enemy. I can hear the sounds of their guns a couple of miles away from our position. The snow is really coming down. Rumors are going around that we are preparing for something big, either another attack by the Germans as they try and break through our lines, or perhaps, our turn to go on the offensive. Either way, I am sitting here, writing to you, thinking about you and our beloved son Josef every day. Any word on survivors from Kiev? I still hope my parents made it out alive, even though I still don’t like what they did to me. Anyways, it’s almost-
BOOOMMM, WHAAAMMMMM, CA-BOOOOMMMMM!!!!! Vasily dropped his pen as the ground rumbled and the lantern fell to the snow covered ground in his tent. He quickly grabbed his PPSH from the table and ran outside. Soviet bodies lay everywhere, soldiers running to the nearest foxhole or other form of cover, and the German Artillery raining their shells from the heavens upon the baffled Soviet position. Running over the dead bodies and barely evading the blasts, Vasily landed in a foxhole with another soldier, who was covering their head from the blast. Darkness faded over the foxhole as snow and debris fell upon the foxhole. The last thing Vasily saw was the sun, the ever so fading sun hiding behind the Nazi Iron Fist…
What seemed like forever turned out to be 20 minutes of unconsciousness. Vasily was buried under tree branches that shattered from the ground and landed on top of him. Luckily for him, he was in a ditch and the branch just covered him like a roof. The young soldier was shaken up and he quickly checked his comrade. The man with him had his eyes closed and had a large shard of an artillery shell sticking in his thigh. Vasily checked his vitals, feeling a faint heart beat. One thing that Vasily was taught in training, probably one of the most important things, never leave a man behind. First, Vasily slung his PPSH over his back and checked the area through a small opening. Fire blazed from burning tanks and trucks, the stench of dead bodies almost covering the smell of smoke. In the faint distance, Vasily could hear the sounds of tanks, vehicles, and infantry approaching. This was the standard approach for the Germans. They would shell a position with artillery or aerial bombardment. A classical and effective move. Then they would send in the infantry and its supporting vehicles. Vasily heard stories from others that the Germans were ruthless. They would kill unarmed Russian soldiers, civilians, and treat prisoners brutally. Was this really true? That violated the Geneva Convention on high levels. It wouldn’t be a surprise to him if it is true because Hitler was one of the most notorious, if not the most, in the world. Vasily wasn’t going to wait for the Germans. He had to escape with his wounded comrade and any other survivors they may find.
Realizing that they had to move quickly, Vasily grabbed his wounded comrade and dragged him out of the foxhole. Moscow was a couple of miles from their positions and the tops of the Kremlin could be seen. Starting to drag the soldier out of the battlefield, the voices of the German infantry grew louder and louder. Vasily stopped and dropped down, and then lay on top of his comrade acting as if they were dead. He swung his PPSH into his hand and held it out in front of him, keeping his head down so the Germans would think he was dead. Giving a slight look up, he saw them approaching in a spread out formation. They were kicking the bodies to make sure they were dead and if they weren’t, they’d shoot them. Rifle and machine gun shots rattled the battlefield as wounded Soviet soldiers cried in pain and their misery quickly taken away by instant death. The only thing Vasily could do was wait for the Germans to pass and hope they wouldn’t check him or his comrade. As the Germans approached, shouting erupted amongst their ranks, followed by a loud bang and rumbling. The Germans opened fire, the bullets whizzing over Vasily’s head. A small smirk broke across Vasily’s face. It was the Russians. The counteroffensive had begun.
With both sides in a fierce bloody fire fight, the Germans began to fall back. As they did and the Soviet soldiers began moving forward, checking for wounded and going after the Germans, Vasily turned to his wounded comrade who was conscious now.
“Comrade Vasily, what happened? Are…..are we dead?”
“No Alexander, we are not dead. Our comrades have come to save us,” he said, looking up to see two medics approach them. Vasily told them he was not wounded and that the other soldier needed attention. Following the other soldiers, it was time for the Russian Army to begin its march to Berlin.
