Post by Szudek Shvitrikgail on Nov 11, 2007 3:57:00 GMT
Accepted! Welcome to the Board!
Great application; enjoyed reading it. As for the rank, i'm more happier to put you higher up the chain than a Private, but at the same time, i know you'd like to keep that gritty-ness of your character.
I'll assign you to a 'Sergeant' for now, but you're more than welcome to say otherwise (Demote/Premote yourself even).
In time, i'll introduce a list of Soviet Ranks.
~Danny[/b]
Account E-Mail: Edited Out!
Name: Szudek Shvitrikgail
Nationality: Russian (Soviet Union)
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK or US: Currently serving under the United States for the moment.
Character History:
Szudek was born in Stalingrad on February 28th, 1924 on a cold, snowy night. His family was in the borderline of middle class and lower class due to the financial problems that both of his parents had to endure. Most of the time his father was working as a political member of the USSR of law and his mother was basically at home, taking care of Szudek during his early stages of childhood. Szudek went to school up until the age of fifteen due to the fact his mother came down with a very bad illness and his father not being there to help. Taking care of his mother, her father (Szudek’s grandfather) had always came over to check up on both of their progress. Unfortunately, two weeks prior to Szudek’s sixteenth birthday, his mother had passed away.
With Szudek’s life spiraling downwards, his grandfather had given him an early birthday present, a sniper rifle. His grandfather was a veteran of the first world war, apart of the sniper division. The reason of giving Szudek the gift was that a war had yet started again from Germany invading Poland earlier in 1939. Learning with his grandfather on how to shoot the sniper rifle, Szudek had lots of difficulty at first, but then became better with practice. At first his grandfather said that both Germany and the Soviet Union were best of comrades until soon enough, Germany had began to invade Russian for the oil that they so desperately needed. The father, who Szudek desperately hated now due to his abandonment of his mother, was up in St. Petersburg, was doing his usual routine of political debate until the Germans began to attack the city.
After the capture of St. Petersburg, news had finally came several weeks later that his father was missing. Probably taken prisoner mostly or else probably being tortured about what was going on over in Moscow, wanting him to betray his own motherland. Now, this was really getting Stalingrad up in an uproar and of course Szudek had an uneasy feeling that their next stop would probably be Moscow, and then Stalingrad itself. Volunteering for the USSR Red Army, he was d**n well ready to take on the Germans. Sickening scum, backstabbing the motherland like that and marching in here like they already have a leach around their necks. While waiting to be called to the fronts, his anger was a major inspiration, a reason why to fight. Millions upon millions of people in Europe were dying. All because of Adolf Hitler, that insane idiot, this war will probably be the end of him.
Finally, came the year of 1942 in Stalingrad, USSR, the Germans had begun to invade the city limits. Orders from Stalin himself came in from every Russian radio throughout the entire area, saying that failure, nor surrender wasn’t an option. Anyone who wanted to fall back or else were just acting cowardly were to be shot on sight. Even though some of this had began to scare him, but it should become his energy as well as his anger. From night after night of shooting at one another for the first couple of weeks, Szudek couldn’t sleep what so ever since he was in the sniper division, basically taking out German officers that probably had valuable information about the current positions of the area. Well up until the city was in complete ruins about two months later, which in fact was very well provided for Szudek to start a game of cat and mouse with the Germans.
Months have passed, Szudek had killed nearly over forty German soldiers and officers. Word had gone around like wildfire, Szudek was a fierce sharpshooter. Alas, his time at Stalingrad had ended for now due to the fact that he was needed of his sharpshooter skills somewhere else. Of course he didn’t want to leave right in a middle of a war to go fight somewhere else and neither did the high ranking official officers of the USSR, but the choice had to be made, Szudek was transferred to the United States Army for only a few moments, hopefully not too long. As Szudek said his farewells, he quickly knew that he had never in his entire life left the country before. Who knows, maybe this was a very good thing. But then he began thinking of the Germans who were probably going to be there where he was going. This is his story…
Military Rank:
Not so sure, but you can probably see one that probably fits him. I was thinking more on the lines of a private perhaps.
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
Sitting around the campfire, sipping on a hot, steaming cup of coffee that was found this morning in an bombed out house. Szudek was sitting there, staring into the bright fire deeply, as if he was lost in thought. His sniper rifle leaning lightly against his left shoulder. The cold wind blowing from the west, this of course was horrible weather to be fighting in, but this was life. This weather reminded Szudek of the time when he was a small child, playing through the snow for hours. Smells of the winter air was heavy in the air, as the snow had begun to fall gracefully to the ground. Remembering everything that happened in his past had soon became broken, causing Szudek to quickly come back into reality. Quickly putting the fire out, the sound of the sizzling crackle of the fire had become silent.
Looking around the area as he picked up his trusty sniper rifle off from his shoulder. Szudek was unfortunately behind enemy lines in Normandy, France. This was one of the most uncomfortable feelings that he had felt, but also to feel like he was being watched from somewhere. Szudek was in the outskirts of a large village that seemed to be abandoned and some of it to be in ruin. A church setting from the West as the main bridge connected from the East. Quickly setting pace towards the town, he continued to look back behind him towards the darkness of the forest, hoping that all of this was just an imagination. The rocks crackled beneath his feet as his body posture was almost in a ducking position. Entering the main square of the village, Szudek was quite sure that there wasn’t a soul in the entire area.
Unless if he wasn’t really paying attention when he scanned the entire village by himself. Now entering the church, the whole building looked as if it were hit by a wind storm. Everything was blown from one side and small remains scattered throughout the floor. Blasted out walls that resided from the North and the South, looking like a tank probably blasted through here or probably a rocket launcher being shot, just to kill the innocent citizens of this village. Old, dry bloodstains remained on the corpses that laid lifelessly on the wooden floor. Entering the stairs that lead to the tower of the church, he saw the steps were covered with dust and cobwebs strung all around like Christmas decorations.
Reaching up to the very top of the tower, Szudek quickly positioned himself that over looked the forest. Looking through his scope while he thingyed his weapon, he quietly said in his heavy Russian accent, ”Come on you German scum, come and show your faces.” Breathing slowly as he scanned the area from where he was at, nothing was there. Minutes had begun to feel like hours were passing by and it was all just a noise that worked him up. Just about to quit looking, he decided to have one last look. Scanning slowly and carefully, he quickly spotted something walking towards town. Just by looking at the dark figure, the moon lit sky had shined brightly through the open area. Stepping out from the forest, a man dressed in gray and holding an MP-40 surely brought a smile to Szudek’s face.
Seeing the German inspect the campsite, he quickly positioned himself again to a more comfortable position, he laid his index finger on the trigger. Looking at the German looking around the area like he would find the person. Szudek chuckled to himself and said, ”See you in Hell comrade.” At that moment, he pulled the trigger, causing a loud bang to be heard for at least a mile away. The body of the German soldier quickly fell down, as Szudek began his way down the steps to gather the rest of his things from the campsite since there could be a chance of more soldiers around the area. It was time to move on back into Allied territory.
(OCC: Sorry about the time skips and all that. If there is anything wrong with it, I'll be more than happy to fix it right up.)
Great application; enjoyed reading it. As for the rank, i'm more happier to put you higher up the chain than a Private, but at the same time, i know you'd like to keep that gritty-ness of your character.
I'll assign you to a 'Sergeant' for now, but you're more than welcome to say otherwise (Demote/Premote yourself even).
In time, i'll introduce a list of Soviet Ranks.
~Danny[/b]
Account E-Mail: Edited Out!
Name: Szudek Shvitrikgail
Nationality: Russian (Soviet Union)
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK or US: Currently serving under the United States for the moment.
Character History:
Szudek was born in Stalingrad on February 28th, 1924 on a cold, snowy night. His family was in the borderline of middle class and lower class due to the financial problems that both of his parents had to endure. Most of the time his father was working as a political member of the USSR of law and his mother was basically at home, taking care of Szudek during his early stages of childhood. Szudek went to school up until the age of fifteen due to the fact his mother came down with a very bad illness and his father not being there to help. Taking care of his mother, her father (Szudek’s grandfather) had always came over to check up on both of their progress. Unfortunately, two weeks prior to Szudek’s sixteenth birthday, his mother had passed away.
With Szudek’s life spiraling downwards, his grandfather had given him an early birthday present, a sniper rifle. His grandfather was a veteran of the first world war, apart of the sniper division. The reason of giving Szudek the gift was that a war had yet started again from Germany invading Poland earlier in 1939. Learning with his grandfather on how to shoot the sniper rifle, Szudek had lots of difficulty at first, but then became better with practice. At first his grandfather said that both Germany and the Soviet Union were best of comrades until soon enough, Germany had began to invade Russian for the oil that they so desperately needed. The father, who Szudek desperately hated now due to his abandonment of his mother, was up in St. Petersburg, was doing his usual routine of political debate until the Germans began to attack the city.
After the capture of St. Petersburg, news had finally came several weeks later that his father was missing. Probably taken prisoner mostly or else probably being tortured about what was going on over in Moscow, wanting him to betray his own motherland. Now, this was really getting Stalingrad up in an uproar and of course Szudek had an uneasy feeling that their next stop would probably be Moscow, and then Stalingrad itself. Volunteering for the USSR Red Army, he was d**n well ready to take on the Germans. Sickening scum, backstabbing the motherland like that and marching in here like they already have a leach around their necks. While waiting to be called to the fronts, his anger was a major inspiration, a reason why to fight. Millions upon millions of people in Europe were dying. All because of Adolf Hitler, that insane idiot, this war will probably be the end of him.
Finally, came the year of 1942 in Stalingrad, USSR, the Germans had begun to invade the city limits. Orders from Stalin himself came in from every Russian radio throughout the entire area, saying that failure, nor surrender wasn’t an option. Anyone who wanted to fall back or else were just acting cowardly were to be shot on sight. Even though some of this had began to scare him, but it should become his energy as well as his anger. From night after night of shooting at one another for the first couple of weeks, Szudek couldn’t sleep what so ever since he was in the sniper division, basically taking out German officers that probably had valuable information about the current positions of the area. Well up until the city was in complete ruins about two months later, which in fact was very well provided for Szudek to start a game of cat and mouse with the Germans.
Months have passed, Szudek had killed nearly over forty German soldiers and officers. Word had gone around like wildfire, Szudek was a fierce sharpshooter. Alas, his time at Stalingrad had ended for now due to the fact that he was needed of his sharpshooter skills somewhere else. Of course he didn’t want to leave right in a middle of a war to go fight somewhere else and neither did the high ranking official officers of the USSR, but the choice had to be made, Szudek was transferred to the United States Army for only a few moments, hopefully not too long. As Szudek said his farewells, he quickly knew that he had never in his entire life left the country before. Who knows, maybe this was a very good thing. But then he began thinking of the Germans who were probably going to be there where he was going. This is his story…
Military Rank:
Not so sure, but you can probably see one that probably fits him. I was thinking more on the lines of a private perhaps.
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
Sitting around the campfire, sipping on a hot, steaming cup of coffee that was found this morning in an bombed out house. Szudek was sitting there, staring into the bright fire deeply, as if he was lost in thought. His sniper rifle leaning lightly against his left shoulder. The cold wind blowing from the west, this of course was horrible weather to be fighting in, but this was life. This weather reminded Szudek of the time when he was a small child, playing through the snow for hours. Smells of the winter air was heavy in the air, as the snow had begun to fall gracefully to the ground. Remembering everything that happened in his past had soon became broken, causing Szudek to quickly come back into reality. Quickly putting the fire out, the sound of the sizzling crackle of the fire had become silent.
Looking around the area as he picked up his trusty sniper rifle off from his shoulder. Szudek was unfortunately behind enemy lines in Normandy, France. This was one of the most uncomfortable feelings that he had felt, but also to feel like he was being watched from somewhere. Szudek was in the outskirts of a large village that seemed to be abandoned and some of it to be in ruin. A church setting from the West as the main bridge connected from the East. Quickly setting pace towards the town, he continued to look back behind him towards the darkness of the forest, hoping that all of this was just an imagination. The rocks crackled beneath his feet as his body posture was almost in a ducking position. Entering the main square of the village, Szudek was quite sure that there wasn’t a soul in the entire area.
Unless if he wasn’t really paying attention when he scanned the entire village by himself. Now entering the church, the whole building looked as if it were hit by a wind storm. Everything was blown from one side and small remains scattered throughout the floor. Blasted out walls that resided from the North and the South, looking like a tank probably blasted through here or probably a rocket launcher being shot, just to kill the innocent citizens of this village. Old, dry bloodstains remained on the corpses that laid lifelessly on the wooden floor. Entering the stairs that lead to the tower of the church, he saw the steps were covered with dust and cobwebs strung all around like Christmas decorations.
Reaching up to the very top of the tower, Szudek quickly positioned himself that over looked the forest. Looking through his scope while he thingyed his weapon, he quietly said in his heavy Russian accent, ”Come on you German scum, come and show your faces.” Breathing slowly as he scanned the area from where he was at, nothing was there. Minutes had begun to feel like hours were passing by and it was all just a noise that worked him up. Just about to quit looking, he decided to have one last look. Scanning slowly and carefully, he quickly spotted something walking towards town. Just by looking at the dark figure, the moon lit sky had shined brightly through the open area. Stepping out from the forest, a man dressed in gray and holding an MP-40 surely brought a smile to Szudek’s face.
Seeing the German inspect the campsite, he quickly positioned himself again to a more comfortable position, he laid his index finger on the trigger. Looking at the German looking around the area like he would find the person. Szudek chuckled to himself and said, ”See you in Hell comrade.” At that moment, he pulled the trigger, causing a loud bang to be heard for at least a mile away. The body of the German soldier quickly fell down, as Szudek began his way down the steps to gather the rest of his things from the campsite since there could be a chance of more soldiers around the area. It was time to move on back into Allied territory.
(OCC: Sorry about the time skips and all that. If there is anything wrong with it, I'll be more than happy to fix it right up.)