I'm not entirely sure, but I should be making a First post sometime very soon.
There was a lot more interest in the I-Check, but not many people seemed to have made any statement as to where they are or why they haven't turned up. Bit strange. I was hoping for a few more characters. I'll just do a mention to everyone who was mentioned originally.
@UserLooks good! Technically he'd already be in the 65th Spearhead Division, so he'd already be assigned to this team. Those who commanded Walkers were forced to join the division, meaning he'd most likely be with Sergeant Svaska on his landing craft, whilst Corporal Niscravich would be leading the Infantry to their rendezvous point on the beach-head. Don't worry, the beach is already secure, so our characters will have time to develop before their first assault.
Having to redo the finished product here. For some reason I am unable to edit the original. Cheers!
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]
Hey everyone, got some bad news. Things are really getting busy over here at home (this is the first time I've been able to access my computer today). I'm gonna go ahead and bow out, let you guys get this thing started. I'm sorry it couldn't work out - best of luck to you all!
- 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?
Family Straight forward
Theme Song Optional, but just generally a bit of fun
WIP will finish tomorrow as it is late.
Looking great so far! Can't wait to see the finished product!
I've just been getting into Band of Brothers, and this 'Platoon' is starting to remind me of them massively.
@Legatus Bellum When I began work on the weapons available to our characters, I focused on equipment made in the late 1930s. Therefore, anything used in 1940 and later was off limits. Some of this stuff, I really like, including this SMG, so I included it with the foot note that it is still under production. but if @LetMeDoStuff wants to include it, this is his prerogative. His guidance was to focus on equipment used in the late 1930s.
The AC140 (Automatic Carbine, Model 140 or Machine Pistol 140) is a submachine gun originally designed in 134 by Grigory Rubinov. The AC140 has a conventional wooden stock, fired from an open bolt, and capable of selective fire. This weapon weighs 3.2Kg empty and measures 79cm in length. The barrel length is just over 27cm. The weapon chambers a 7.62x25mm cartridge, using a blowback or open blot operation. It sports an impressive 800 – 1000 rounds per minute with a 490-meters per second muzzle velocity. Its effective firing range is an unimpressive 200 meters, but is quite durable. This SMG using a 25-round detachable box magazine or a 71-round drum magazine. It is quite popular with then Avean Infantry officer corps.
The AC140 is based on the Soviet PPD-40 which was produced and issued as of 1935.
ACsh141 (Automatic Carbine Model 141 or Short Machine Pistol 141) is a submachine gun designed in 139 by Karl Short to improve upon the AC140, still in production. The ACsh141 is a cheap, reliable, and simplified alternative to the AC140. The Short Carbine is a magazine fed selective fire submachine gun using an open bolt, blowback operation. Made largely of stamped steel, it can be loaded with either a box or drum magazine and fires the 7.62x25mm cartridge. The ACsh-141 weighs 3.63kg and measures 84cm in length. The Short SMG has a rate of fire of 900 – 1100 rounds per minute with a muzzle velocity of 488 meters per second. This weapon has an effective range out to 150 meters and can engage targets out to 250 meters. The weapon can employ a 35-round detachable box magazine or a 71-round drum magazine. This weapon is still in production and expected to come off the assembly line soon.
The ACsh 141 is based off the Soviet PPSh-41 which is an outstanding submachine gun. Many German soldiers invading the Soviet Union in 1941 dropped their weapons in favor of the Soviet SMG. This gun was issued in 1941.
We'll stick with the first. Don't want too much of an advantage in firefights.
Birthplace by Nationality (not sure what to put here) - Avea - Disas
Rank Private
Role Specialist
Dark brown uniform (with underwear and white t-shirt)
Two-inch-wide leather black belt
Black over-the-calf-high leather boots
Green steel pot helmet
Black leather gloves
OD green overcoat
Black suspenders affixed to leather belt to create LBE
Eight canvas ammunition pouches, four on each side of the frontal hip for 7.62mm ammunition; six contain ACsh box magazines, two with Krupin mags
Two big pouches for drum mags hanging by his chest
Two M119s stuffed into his belt
Combat knife by the left hip
Survival knife by the right hip
One quart canteen on right hip by the survival knife
A pack containing his necessities, i.e. a cleaning kit, rations, wash-kit, blankets, rags, and personal desirables, like a small sketchbook
352 rounds of 7.62x25mm ammunition in magazines specifically for submachine gun; 16 rounds in magazines for his pistol
Model 137 Krupin
ACsh-171 submachine gun
Appearance Michael is a small man amongst his companions, standing at 170m, who has dark brown eyes and straight hair he likes to always keep short. He likes keeping it pomaded and swept to the side. His nose is thin and aquiline like his lips. His skin is not in the least fair, being slightly yellowed in colour. He is thin, but he has a bit of muscle, enough to get accepted into the military. He has simply a uniform, adorned with nothing foreign to the original uniform. He also wears steel-framed glasses which he needs to see at long ranges.
Personality Before being part of the soldiery, Belov was not a friendly person. Actually, he never did anything except sit in his room and read. However, do not be mistaken. He does not read simple literature and stories; he reads history, military theories, and political theories. Since his father was a military officer, he was introduced to such concepts, but his mother attempted to shield him from it. He could be considered spoiled or way too pampered, but he realised this at a young age. He didn’t want to be seen by the outside world as a pampered rich kid, so he continued reading. Unfortunately, his sicknesses as a child made him isolated, so he didn’t have many to talk to. He was also very nationalistic to the point that he was willing to lie to the prefects to get accepted into the military, but he was rejected anyway. He was keen on meeting new allies, so when he was finally accepted, the first thing he did was get to know his comrades. He doesn’t look like much, but he’s intelligent in strategic matters, being the son of an officer, but unfortunately, he is unexperienced in tactical matters. Belov is also very authoritative at home, but he keeps this authoritativeness hidden in the military for fear of punishment by his superiors.
Corporal Neskrivich–Belov knew him because he was one of those who ‘interviewed’ him. Belov saw him as a kind man, and the close bonds he shared with his men was interesting, but Belov himself knew not much about the corporal.
History Michael was born to a Disas family. His mother was a religious person, and his father was an officer in the military. At an early age, he became very sick with various diseases, giving him his yellowish complexion, as well as resulting in his thin body he hasn’t fully recovered from. This made his mother very overprotective about him while his father, when off-duty, was ordering him to do chores around the house.
At school, he wasn’t really faring well. He used to be weak-minded, enjoying unimportant and childish things, but he eventually grew out of them. Instead of pursuing the things his classmates liked doing, he enjoyed staying at home, simply reading various theories at a young age. He became very interested in history, as well. It was also at this point that he was filled with the nationalistic spirit of his father, but alas, he was still too physically weak. Instead, he wanted to pursue a political career.
Eventually, however, the Wrea Federation attacked his homeland, and immediately, he wanted to answer the call to arms. He was seventeen at the time, so when he one day escaped from home, he applied for the army. They believed his initial lie of being eighteen, but they didn’t accept him because of his physical weakness. He snuck back home, and despite his hatred of physical activity and despite his laziness, he began to exercise and eat more and more. In a year, when he was eighteen, nearly nineteen, he was fit enough by military standards.
However, the final nail in the coffin that made him pursue a military career was the death of his parents in one day. Her mother, while out in town, was killed in a bombing raid. His father, while in a jeep en route to the battlefield to be with his troops, was killed in a strafing run by a Wrea Federation plane. His hatred grew, and he saw his world crumble right in front of him. He saw the destruction that Wrea had brought to his nation. He joined the military a day after their funerals, giving the rights to their family home to his brothers.
Eventually, Michael was accepted due to a short supply of men. In the same day, earlier, an order was issued: all men and women capable enough were to be drafted, no matter who they were, whatever their history may be, or whatever their jobs were; they were all to be drafted. They took Michael, saying he was ‘good enough,’ and was given a two-month training course. Being a fan of high-power, high-velocity guns, he wanted to have a bolt-action rifle in hand, but they saw that Michael did not have steady hands. Instead, he was handed a submachine gun. He excelled in training, and he saw his own potential with an SMG. He would definitely be a stormtrooper. The thought of death consumed him, and that kept him awake. However, he soon concluded that all men die, and to die gloriously on the battlefield is better than dying sickly in a bed. He would die for his country, and he would not back down. He would protect his nation, and more importantly, he would protect his only family left: his brother and sister. He saw the horrors of war once he was deployed with a single order: “Not one step back.” He cursed when he saw this fate he was given, rushing into a volley of machine gun fire. He charged, indeed, but his entire unit was wiped out. That was when he saw the reality of their situation: they were so desperate that their leaders were sending them in droves to die. He watched as his first friends were all annihilated right in front of his eyes, and his heart broke. But, there was no time for tears in war. Honestly, he was disappointed with this tactic of charging into enemy lines, but what could he do? An order was an order. If the nation lost this war, it would be the fault of the generals. For the first time in his life, Michael felt hopeless. On his nineteenth birthday, his present was imprisonment. He was captured while hiding in an urban battlefield by Wrea forces, and imprisoned.
He was kept in the nearest POW camp, and to his surprise only a week after, Gersan forces liberated the destroyed town, the Wrea lines of retreat cut off after a surprisingly brilliant manoeuvre to the enemy’s rear, crushing them and forcing them to surrender. Michael was impressed. He was liberated soon enough, and the first thing he asked for was his gun.
Michael was sent back to be reassigned to a new unit, and he was reassigned to the 7th Platoon of the 65th Spearhead Division. At first, he didn’t know what they were supposed to do, but when he was sent behind enemy lines, he knew immediately that they were going to distract enemy forces. It was the only reason why they were being dropped off in the area miles behind the enemy. Majority of those in the platoon were way older than him, and he tried to know about them. Only a man, a corporal, by the name of Isaiah Nekrivich was the only one who asked first, and Michael wasn’t able to ask back. The two established a good connection immediately, but Michael was continuously thinking: was this one a journalist? His questions sounded like questions a journalist would ask. However, the only question he asked before being deployed on the ground was: “How long are they going to stay distracted?”
Family Mikhailovich Belov–Father, KIA during a strafing run Ivana Belov–Mother, killed in a bombing run on a civilian area by Wrea bombers Raffaelo Belov–Brother, 12 Maria Belov–Sister, 14
(Apologies for the long post the hiders aren't working)
Looking great so far! Only problem is the SMG. I'm not sure what @Gunther intended, but it says the weapon is not yet off the assembly line. I suppose there'd be some that are available, but check up with him.
My inspiration straight up dropped dead and died after moving some stuff around the house, odd that. Nonetheless I'm trying to force myself back into the rhythm of writing! I have my character figured out pretty much, just need to write a few paragraphs and they'll be good for review. Eventually. Soon.
Also! Is it possible to be the commander of the armoured crew? Or are we relegated to other positions? Guess this is a good time to mention I'll be taking one of those two armoured crew spots.
You can go as the Armoured Commander, you'll pretty much control the entire crew, but you don't need CSs for all of them.
Banned
