[centre][color=Silver][h1]Corporal Isiah Neskrivich[/h1][/color]

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[color=Silver][h2]Isiah Neskrivich[/h2][/color][hr]
[color=Silver][b]Name[/b][/color]
Isiah Neskrivich

[color=Silver][b]Gender[/b][/color]
Male

[color=Silver][b]Age[/b][/color]
28

[color=Silver][b]Birthplace[/b][/color]
Gertruda, Hollai - Mundae

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[color=Silver][b]Rank[/b][/color]
Corporal

[color=Silver][b]Role[/b][/color]
Specialist

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- Dark brown uniform (underwear and white T-shirt)
- Two-Inch wide black leather belt
- Black over the calf high hard leather boots, polished
- Green Steel Pot Helmet
- Black leather gloves
- OD Green overcoat
- Black leather suspenders affixed to the black leather belt to create LBE
- Eight canvas ammunition pouches, four on each side of the frontal hip.
- Two large canvas ammunition pouches, two on each side of the chest [Designed to hold drum-mags].
- A one quarter canteen on the right rear hip.
- Combat knife in right sheathe
- Small Survival knife in left boot
- Light-duty camera
- Light day-burgen containing necessities, including wash-kit, weapon cleaning kit, blanket, rags, small-day rations and personal desirables like flim.
- Pocket Journal
- Two hand grenades
- 342 Rounds of 7.62x25mm cartriges within 6 Box-magazines and 2 Drum-magazines
- Engraved Model 137 in personal Chest Holster
- Automatic Carbine 140 [AC140] Sub-Machine Gun
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[color=Silver][b]Appearance[/b][/color]
Isiah stands at 5'11", with a fairly well-built stance that managed to suit the requirements of the Gersa Coalition Training Unit. His eyes are a deep shade of blue, as common with most Mundae in the common era. His hair is of a fair, light brown shade, usually styled in a lightly curled and ruffled manner, which fit the Military regulations as they both can fit underneath a parade cap and helmet. A faint scar sits on his right cheek, but spreads so it lightly fades further up his head, slightly cutting between his right brow. With his uniform, apart from the lack of cap that is usually provided to Privates, he only has a Green steel pot helmet, as well as the addition of the Corporal's NCO sachet which sits on either shoulder. Around the helmet is a tight, black band, which keeps a raw-produced photo that he took onto his head. He states that it is so close to his head to remind him why he needs to fight. The photo is of one of the most brutal scenes of war he had been present at during his photography career, though no one has yet taken a look at it besides him and the IC.

[color=Silver][b]Personality[/b][/color]
Isiah is a man that wants to stay updated on everything that's being decided, either in combat or out of it. Being one of the few out of the men or women of the 7th 'Platoon' that has been in combat situations, he's developed an early understanding of how brutal the lines can be. From his previous job, he understands that some scenes are disturbing, but the fact that the hellish and recklessness of the Gersa Front has now gone away, and that he'd have to work on-duty in a more rural environment where the fights would be smaller and less chaotic than the battles of the front. However, he does like to get to know all the individuals in his group, occasionally old habits begin to come back and he'll almost 'Interview' them. This works as a way to strengthen the bond between the spoken individual (Or sometimes aggravate) and to also understand what kind of fighter they are. Though he's not as commanding as their Sergeant, he does deliver his chain of command well enough to keep the given position.

[hider=Relationships][b][u]Private Sedov[/u][/b]
Isiah knew briefly about the Man's past, but the details of his discharge weren't known. He didn't want to question it, but the wartime photographer inside of him said otherwise. The man puts pressure on him, which makes Isiah hesitant during training. Alas, they are brothers-in-arms. There's still time to work together, however brief it may be.

[b][u]Sergeant Svaska[/u][/b]
Sergeant Svaska is the most veteran of all of 7th Platoon, meaning that he is certainly one to trust. If his experience in time-length for his service was not enough to catch your interest, then his famous records of victories may do. Svaska and Neskrivich both get along fine, but Svaska has enforced his all-powerful voice to get him into line. The two have exchanged drinks several times during training, and act as the longest serving members of 7th Platoon, remaining good comrades to one another.

[b][u]Private Vasilyev[/u][/b]
The Private and Neskrivich both exhanged a brief encounter during training, as did everyone else. Isiah asked him a few questions of his past, but got no answers that could be worth taking notes of.
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[color=Silver][b]History[/b][/color]
Isiah was born to a Mundae military-bred family that usually spread amongst two options. When each child would grow to the rightful age, they'd need to decide whether they'd go into one of the military branches or remain on their homeland, farming and creating a profit through business made with others in the more advanced and technologically impressive City of Verhnot. As he was in the town of Gertruda, there was a nice community that had many families which followed the same ritual. This gave the large town a good reputation of supplying the Military with new generations constantly. During the days of growing up, Isiah lived up towards his mother's career within the Gersan Navy. She and her husband had met at a Hollai Officer's Ball after they had battled off a terrorist organisation on remote islands that threatened and ambushed convoys.

By the time Isiah was born, his father was already retired from the Army, taking an early leave to father his only child. His wife soon went back into service as soon as she could, and began to continue family life. Due to him living by the danger of the world, he decided to adopt another child early on in Isiah's life, slightly younger than his son, and bring her up alongside as a sister. This kept him occupied, as he wished to allow the children to decide what future they'd want (Though he secretly admired for them to take the military route).

As Isiah grew up, he began to develop a love for nature, sitting in his back-garden drawing his father at work for hours and hours. His appreciation for images and picturesque scenes allowed for him to look towards a sort of code he'd live by. He believed that every picture can tell a story more than a story can. It was a confusing statement, but it drove his passion for capturing iconic moments in the world's history. Whilst his adopted sister, whom he held a strong bond with, followed his interest, she did not appreciate it as much as her sibling. The two excelled through their local school with above-average grading.

By the time they reached the rightful age of 17, where at the time it was compulsory to choose between the Military life or Civilian life in their town of Gertruda. This was where the two parted, signalling what could be the end of their face-to-face meetups. Isiah chose the civilian lifestyle, but promised that after he honed his skills further, he would somehow join her in the Military in a different way. He was right, but it took time. His sister, Sybil, soon signed up to the very experimental, at the time, Sky-Navy. The two began to write to each other weekly, time after time again, as soon as they had left each other's reaches. Soon after she had left, Isiah applied for a career in a local newspaper, where he worked as a photographer with new analogue clockwork cameras. Here, he worked for two years, until he moved inland to Avea, where he entered its capital, Greal, to join a larger newspaper organisation. Being in one of the biggest companies in the industry in what would become the Capital of the soon-to-come Gersa Coalition, he began to further enhance his skills with big stories.

Years passed, until he was 28, a month before the first declaration of war against the Wrea Federation, he had worked with the newspaper organisation making a name for himself at a semi-notoriety level. This semi-notoriety, however, gave him a chance to become something almost undeniably more exciting. The military itself would include the closely related neighbouring countries of Buo and his homeland Hollai, and they offered him a chance to become a military/wartime photographer. As soon as he had the chance, he accepted and transferred over.

A week before the war broke out and Buo was invaded, he had already taken up the chances to meet those preparing for any possible conflict (As tensions between the Wrea Federation and the trio-nations had began tightening). He took a trip out to sea to visit Sybil for the first time in many years, and was shocked to see her already a Captain of her own tremendous vessel. She commandeered the [i]'Lovoski'[/i], a famous Jvska-Class Destroyer named after a leader of the Hollai Government years ago who had saved them from a full-scale invasion. It surprised him, and many wartime preparations were casually taken. He also had the chance to finally visit his aged mother, who was now a respected Admiral of the Navy in her Invigilator-Class Battleship.

Not long after he had returned to his stationary home-base, Buo was invaded. Quicker than anyone could have imagined, the Gersa Coalition was formed, as if planned in the case of an emergency, and all three countries were at war with the Wrea Federation, who had been invading other smaller countries over the years. The entire combined nation front was developed, and the Federation were halted halfway through Buo and partially the way through Hollai. The demand for active news to be transferred across the lines and fed to those in their homes was at its peak. Information about the war was needed so that the citizens could be persuaded to enlist in the masses. And so, at least a hundred wartime photographers like Isiah were mounted onto vehicles and driven to frontal command posts.

For the next year, Isiah witnessed things that no regular photographer could. The brutality of war, cruel actions of new wartime weaponry and horrors of conflict as a whole. They were all captured in his drastic photo-work. From what he first feared, Isiah eventually became somewhat used to. As if his humanity had been wiped out, he was soon to become as hardened as those who were fighting on the front. He captured pictures of men holding towns to the tooth and nail, airships flying high and bombarding either faction. Isiah eventually produced two specific photos that became iconic wartime images, and were soon recognisable from almost everyone who saw it. Known by their names of 'The Man-made Eclipse' (A daunting image of a Invigilator-Class Battleship squaring off against a WFD-48 Vessel of the FAF) and the powerful image of 'The Morning Raid' (Showing a symbol of heroism through a famous Harcsen and Disas combined victory over the town of Juhaii by the rising of the Gersa Coalition Flag.). They too were soon recognised as images of war, amongst a few other famous snapshots from other famous photographers. Isiah had received a short-term injury via artillery shrapnel, which had left his signature scar across his right cheek and splitting his right-brow into two.

Not long after 'The Morning Raid' was released to the public, Isiah received a visit from his Command Post's CO, who informed him of a loss of a loved one. The letter read out that his mother had died valiantly when escorting a convoy against two SH-05s. This soon became Isiah's first loss of a family in his life, and it came at a large pain. There could be no official funeral, only a collective one. She was buried in her own vessel at the bottom of the Northern Valo Sea.

A month passed, and soon, something came by. There was a new law, and a new order. Many individuals from all over the country, most of which hadn't even seen combat, were being forced to sign up for a two-month training course. Many thought it was to sign up for the reserve forces, but no one could have predicted it was for the ideals that were the 65th Spearhead Division's. Isiah was one of the individuals unfortunate enough to be picked, due to his experience on seeing the brutality of war.

He wasn't the best trainee, but from how much he had changed as a person from seeing the combat for so long without being able to interfere meant that he was reluctant to persevere with training, taking many by example and becoming a trainee to look-up-to by standards. Eventually, by the time they were finished with their training, they were mixed in with a few individuals who had volunteered from the reserves. Unfortunately, being placed in the 7th Platoon, which were nicknamed the 'School of Svaska', due to them having the only non-reserve as their IC.

After Sergeant Gurthan Svaska looked over all the training files of the 7th Platoon, he put them in several scenarios and situations before electing his two Corporals and three Lance Corporals. They were to lead by his example and preach it to those below him as if it were a religion. Sergeant Svaska particularly got along with Isiah, admiring his courage to serve on the front without a weapon in his hand. He has credited him in privacy about several of his released photos, as well as praising both serving family members (And giving his sorrow towards the one that was now deceased).

Both Corporals were the first to be told by Sergeant Svaska about the plan they were to be given. It came as a shock to both of them, but also settled in as a weight of responsibility and pride. They'd have the chance to finally save millions of lives by crumbling the frontline attacking their own homelands. However, he was unaware of the work ahead.

[color=Silver][b]Family[/b][/color]
Father - Levis Neskrivich
Mother - Admiral Fenria Neskrivich [K.I.A. During a Convoy Raid]
Adopted Sister - Captain Sybil Neskrivich
Uncle - 2nd Lieutenant Hadvar Neskrivich [K.I.A. During the Battle of Lowten Ridge]

[color=Silver][b]Character Theme[/b][/color]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMqItiqJUqs]Apocalypse Please[/url]

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