Landing on the casing riddled beach was the easy part. Gazing upon his recently deceased comrades wasn't so simple. Many of these lifeless faces looked younger than him-at least the ones he could recognize. Most of the blood had been washed into the ocean and around the shore however many bodies were still being hauled off. The few survivors groaned in agony as they were moved towards the ships. Hundreds of soldiers had begun to assist the support platoons in unloading spare gear while logistics officers set designated locations for important things such as ammunition and medical supplies. Crates were marked with lot numbers and brief descriptions of what they contained such as ammunition types, toiletries, and rations. "Hey grease monkey! How about you come help me with this Rubinov instead of playing with yourself." The familiar voice came from behind him and as soon as he turned around he instantly recognized the man. Nikita was a friend from Vasas that he'd gone to school with before taking over his father's shop. Nikita being a year and a half older had enlisted with the reserves before moving to become a factory worker in a nearby city.
Anatoli quickly jogged towards Nikita to aid in the moving of the 157 kg Rubinov. Slowly but surely moving it up the beach, Anatoli began to inhale and exhale harder causing the cold winds to singe his lungs. Several M18 and M10 utility vehicles passed by carrying dozens of crates loaded with even more ammunition, gun oil, rifles, helmets, and mortars while the two M10's hauled a pair of Model 137 45mm Anti-Tank guns. A tall and lanky logistics officer briskly walked towards Anatoli and Nikita before stopping and staring at the two for several seconds. Deeply inhaling he opened his greasy maw and barked at the two men, "Here is fine. I suggest you boys get back to the support platoons and continue to aid them in their mission to make this bloody beach hospitable." Gently lowering the Rubinov's wheeled mounting to the sand, Nikita scurried back to his post while Anatoli slowly followed. Arriving where he started he began to further assist the support platoons, moving more crates of supplies from point A to point B. The crates weren't too heavy at all, the job being more boring than exhausting.
- dark brown uniform (underwear and white T-shirt) - two inch wide black leather belt - black over the calf high hard leather boots, polished - dark brown garrison cap - OD Green steel pot - black leather gloves - OD Green overcoat - black leather suspenders affixed to the black leather belt to create Load Bearing Equipment (LBE) - four canvas ammunition pouches, two on each side of the belt. Each holding a spare magazine for the model 137 - a one quart canteen on the left rear hip. - boot knife in scabbard at top of right boot - Khukri in scabbard on right side near canteen - chakmak and karda knives - wooden handle entrenching tool - medium sized day pack on back containing rations, weapons’s cleaning kit, rag, light blanket and other personal effects including spare socks and underwear. - Matchbox - two model 119 hand grenades - Model 137 holstered at waist - Model 133 Light Machine Gun - 4 loaded 60 round pan magazines (one loaded and three spares) - 240 rounds of spare 7.62x54 ammunition
Appearance Anatoli is tall and robust, however lean. He stands at 6'1 and weighed just over 195 pounds when he'd completed training. He's got jet black hair that is kept short yet visible, and a closely shaved beard. Anatoli has brown eyes which are uncommon for most Mundae however was a dominant trait on his father's side of the family. Several old stab scars reside on his abdomen, though healed they seem to have received very crude treatment. His uniform is the standard issued uniform given to all troops, though Anatoli has bad habits of leaving it rather unkempt.
Personality Anatoli is a rather quiet man, he's always calculating in his head and analyzing the environment around him. Anatoli had never been involved in any kind of conventional warfare, only a handful of prison fights and dozens of scraps in his youth. More of a speak when spoken too kind of guy, most will come to realize that Anatoli is both proud and ambitious, seeking to survive the war while establishing himself in society. Told he'd likely never see his family or friends again was crushing at first but he hoped that if he died in battle he'd at least be remembered by what little family he had left.
History Anatoli was born to two poorer members of society in Vasas, Hollai. Vasas was a decently sized town near the border of Hollai and the Wrea Federation. Vasas was somewhat infamous for its high crime rates and rumors of ruthless gangsters using it as a hideout. The people of Vasas were hardworking but most weren't violent people which made racketeering and intimidation a cake walk. His mother Violetta was a small but tough woman who worked at a local pub while his stocky father was the co-founder a busy butcher's shop.
Growing up in a rougher part of town Anatoli was always getting into scuffles in both school and around his neighborhood. His parents gave him the choice of becoming a butcher like his father or taking over the pub like his mother but he was never sure. One month he wanted to follow his father's footsteps and the other he wanted to follow his mother's. Only a couple weeks after Anatoli turned 17 his father was involved in a bad accident while unloading a supply of new shop equipment. The dolly that was carrying a little over 400 pounds of meats and equipment was faulty causing two of the wheels to break, sending 3/4 of its contents rolling over Dmitriy. Being late at night he sat there being suffocated for nearly 9 hours before his coworkers came back the next morning and found his lifeless body.
Anatoli was now left with no choice but to follow his father's footsteps as the original founder wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed and would likely drive the business into the ground. Victor, Anatoli's older brother, chose to enlist with the Gersan Sky-Navy and become a pilot as soon as he could, leaving Violetta and Anatoli to support themselves. After only a few weeks of work at the shop he'd began to notice some odd things, like people he'd never seen a day in his life snooping around the store with the owner. These certainly weren't customers as they were wearing fancy suits made of expensive materials that he could only dream of even touching. Several days later he walked in on the two men exchanging an envelope of money as crates of what looked to be stolen goods were wheeled into the shops back room and offices. Though he tried to play it off like he saw nothing and was simply grabbing a fresh carcass for processing, two large men approached him and forcefully sat him down. A small but mean looking man in a red suit who Anatoli could only assume was the boss of some organized crime group offered sincere but harsh condolences for his father's death before getting back to business with the owner. The two men seemed to be arguing now, the smaller man's face turning dark red as he reached into his coat and revealed a model 100 revolver. The owner didn't have time to react or look worried as the man in the red suit fired two shots into his chest, one tearing through his spleen, the other through his liver.
As the owner crumpled to the floor, several of Anatoli's coworkers could be heard fleeing the shop from the back room. Turning to Anatoli himself he said only five words before him and his two goons left the shop dragging the dead body away. "You work for us now". The sudden murder of someone he grew up around was shocking but didn't cause him to panic, he'd seen several dead bodies growing up in the rough parts of Vasas. Now in charge of the butchers shop, Anatoli kept it closed for a few days, taking the time to think. He didn't report the murder to anyone, not even his mother, and his employees agreed to keep their mouths shut in fear of the gangsters. So there Anatoli was, coerced into using his shop as a front for one of several gangs that plagued this side of the town and for six months it'd stay that way.
One night while closing the shop several police cars arrived with a warrant for his arrest. Anatoli offered no resistance still not knowing what was going on. One thing happened after another and by the time he realized what had happened he'd been sentenced to 7 years in prison for various conspiracy charges. Somehow the cops found out about the previous owner of the shops death, which lead to the discovery of other illegal activities like the storing of stolen goods in a butchers shop. The shop was closed down and sold off to someone else and his families name was somewhat tarnished though not entirely. Vasas was one of the first towns to be bombed when the war started some time later. His mother was killed as were most of the other townsfolk. Luckily the prison Anatoli was serving his sentence at was further inland towards Avea. Though he had survived the bombings, he only lived to be conscripted for a suicide mission.
Family Violetta Vasilyev - Mother [Died in bombing of Vasas] Dmitriy Vasilyev - Father [Killed in an accident before the war] Victor Vasilyev - Older Brother [GLF-51 Pilot] Pavel Vasilyev - Cousin [Boatswain aboard a Goliath Frigate]
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Name Anatoli Vasilyev
Gender Male
Age 22
Birthplace by Nationality Vasas, Hollai - Mundae
Rank Private
Role Machine Gunner
- dark brown uniform (underwear and white T-shirt) - two inch wide black leather belt - black over the calf high hard leather boots, polished - dark brown garrison cap - OD Green steel pot - black leather gloves - OD Green overcoat - black leather suspenders affixed to the black leather belt to create Load Bearing Equipment (LBE) - four canvas ammunition pouches, two on each side of the belt. Each holding a spare magazine for the model 137 - a one quart canteen on the left rear hip. - boot knife in scabbard at top of right boot - combat knife in scabbard on right side near canteen - wooden handle entrenching tool - medium sized day pack on back containing rations, weapons’s cleaning kit, rag, light blanket and other personal effects including spare socks and underwear. - Matchbox - two model 119 hand grenades - Model 137 holstered at waist - Model 133 Light Machine Gun - 4 loaded 60 round pan magazines (one loaded and three spares) - 240 rounds of spare 7.62x54 ammunition
Appearance Anatoli is tall and robust, however lean. He stands at 6'1 and weighed just over 195 pounds when he'd completed training. He's got jet black hair that is kept short yet visible, and a closely shaved beard. Anatoli has brown eyes which are uncommon for most Mundae however was a dominant trait on his father's side of the family. Several old stab scars reside on his abdomen, though healed they seem to have received very crude treatment. His uniform is the standard issued uniform given to all troops, though Anatoli has bad habits of leaving it rather unkempt.
Personality Anatoli is a rather quiet man, he's always calculating in his head and analyzing the environment around him. Anatoli had never been involved in any kind of conventional warfare, only a handful of prison fights and dozens of scraps in his youth. More of a speak when spoken too kind of guy, most will come to realize that Anatoli is both proud and ambitious, seeking to survive the war while establishing himself in society. Told he'd likely never see his family or friends again was crushing at first but he hoped that if he died in battle he'd at least be remembered by what little family he had left.
History Anatoli was born to two poorer members of society in Vasas, Hollai. Vasas was a decently sized town near the border of Hollai and the Wrea Federation. Vasas was somewhat infamous for its high crime rates and rumors of ruthless gangsters using it as a hideout. The people of Vasas were hardworking but most weren't violent people which made racketeering and intimidation a cake walk. His mother Violetta was a small but tough woman who worked at a local pub while his stocky father was the co-founder a busy butcher's shop.
Growing up in a rougher part of town Anatoli was always getting into scuffles in both school and around his neighborhood. His parents gave him the choice of becoming a butcher like his father or taking over the pub like his mother but he was never sure. One month he wanted to follow his father's footsteps and the other he wanted to follow his mother's. Only a couple weeks after Anatoli turned 17 his father was involved in a bad accident while unloading a supply of new shop equipment. The dolly that was carrying a little over 400 pounds of meats and equipment was faulty causing two of the wheels to break, sending 3/4 of its contents rolling over Dmitriy. Being late at night he sat there being suffocated for nearly 9 hours before his coworkers came back the next morning and found his lifeless body.
Anatoli was now left with no choice but to follow his father's footsteps as the original founder wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed and would likely drive the business into the ground. Victor, Anatoli's older brother, chose to enlist with the Gersan Sky-Navy and become a pilot as soon as he could, leaving Violetta and Anatoli to support themselves. After only a few weeks of work at the shop he'd began to notice some odd things, like people he'd never seen a day in his life snooping around the store with the owner. These certainly weren't customers as they were wearing fancy suits made of expensive materials that he could only dream of even touching. Several days later he walked in on the two men exchanging an envelope of money as crates of what looked to be stolen goods were wheeled into the shops back room and offices. Though he tried to play it off like he saw nothing and was simply grabbing a fresh carcass for processing, two large men approached him and forcefully sat him down. A small but mean looking man in a red suit who Anatoli could only assume was the boss of some organized crime group offered sincere but harsh condolences for his father's death before getting back to business with the owner. The two men seemed to be arguing now, the smaller man's face turning dark red as he reached into his coat and revealed a model 100 revolver. The owner didn't have time to react or look worried as the man in the red suit fired two shots into his chest, one tearing through his spleen, the other through his liver.
As the owner crumpled to the floor, several of Anatoli's coworkers could be heard fleeing the shop from the back room. Turning to Anatoli himself he said only five words before him and his two goons left the shop dragging the dead body away. "You work for us now". The sudden murder of someone he grew up around was shocking but didn't cause him to panic, he'd seen several dead bodies growing up in the rough parts of Vasas. Now in charge of the butchers shop, Anatoli kept it closed for a few days, taking the time to think. He didn't report the murder to anyone, not even his mother, and his employees agreed to keep their mouths shut in fear of the gangsters. So there Anatoli was, coerced into using his shop as a front for one of several gangs that plagued this side of the town and for six months it'd stay that way.
One night while closing the shop several police cars arrived with a warrant for his arrest. Anatoli offered no resistance still not knowing what was going on. One thing happened after another and by the time he realized what had happened he'd been sentenced to 7 years in prison for various conspiracy charges. Somehow the cops found out about the previous owner of the shops death, which lead to the discovery of other illegal activities like the storing of stolen goods in a butchers shop. The shop was closed down and sold off to someone else and his families name was somewhat tarnished though not entirely. Vasas was one of the first towns to be bombed when the war started some time later. His mother was killed as were most of the other townsfolk. Luckily the prison Anatoli was serving his sentence at was further inland towards Avea. Though he had survived the bombings, he only lived to be conscripted for a suicide mission.
Family Violetta Vasilyev - Mother [Died in bombing of Vasas] Dmitriy Vasilyev - Father [Killed in an accident before the war] Victor Vasilyev - Older Brother [GLF-51 Pilot] Pavel Vasilyev - Cousin [Boatswain aboard a Goliath Frigate]
- dark brown uniform (underwear and white T-shirt) - two inch wide black leather belt - black over the calf high hard leather boots, polished - dark brown garrison cap - OD Green steel pot - black leather gloves - OD Green overcoat - black leather suspenders affixed to the black leather belt to create Load Bearing Equipment (LBE) - four canvas ammunition pouches, two on each side of the belt. Each holding a spare magazine for the model 137 - a one quart canteen on the left rear hip. - boot knife in scabbard at top of right boot - combat knife in scabbard on right side near canteen - wooden handle entrenching tool - medium sized day pack on back containing rations, weapons’s cleaning kit, rag, light blanket and other personal effects including spare socks and underwear. - Matchbox - two model 119 hand grenades - Model 137 holstered at waist - Model 133 Light Machine Gun - 3 loaded 60 round pan magazines (one loaded and two spares) - 300 rounds of spare 7.62x54 ammunition
Appearance You can describe their uniform here if a picture has been provided. If no image is provided, please describe their appearance in more detail, including their physical appearance.
Personality Describe who they are as a person, and if them being a Soldier is any different.
History How did they come to the present period in time? What was their life like?
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