Deathless Ideal: Part 1 (USSR RP)

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Lost In The Void

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By PM request Lost in the Void Arrives with a basic sheet adding a backstory [I really put the 'story' in backstory] after my psych exam tomorrow

Name: Joshua Richardson

Age: 24

Place of Birth: Canada Subsection: Alberta City: Edmonton

Reason for transfer: Fraud, Anti-State Activities, Attempts of Capitalistic Behavior, and
Misconduct on a Member of the Police Force

Skills: Amazing charismatic qualities and business sense. He is also a crack shot with a rifle, him using it when he used to hunt before his arrest.
Appearance: Clean Shaven, though wearing a slightly ragged suit. He is a White Male 6' and weighing 170lbs. He has short brown hair, and deep hazel eyes.

Bio: Joshua was born in Edmonton in 1985, and thus had seen the world before it?s complete domination of the Soviets. His parents were quite wealthy owning several military companies used to prepare against an imminent Soviet invasion. Joshua was quite bright and had finished high school by the age of 15.

A man raised in the art of business, Joshua has a quick tongue and is well spoken despite his young age. He was put under watch after soaring through business school at the age of 16, while obtaining a major in Economics. The government, seeing potential put him in charge of a firm used to manufacture steel for buildings and other construction. He understands money to the point where he was able to act in a Capitalistic manner for 4 years, building a "State" company to the point where his net worth reached massive levels. He lived in comfort, while hiding the remainder of his money in loopholes created by his accountants. This changed when his mentor at his old University was accused of speaking of Capitalism and how it made Canada much better. He was executed for the ideals he attempted to spread. Joshua was infuriated by this and shifted his extra funds into arms manufacturing, attempting to secretly export them to New Zealand where the terrorists would obtain them and use them against USSR attacks.

This continued for two years before a mole inserted into his primary business spoke of Joshua?s hidden agenda. His primary bank account was stripped and his company was taken from him. He transferred his last funds to help any anti-USSR group and was arrested in the process. The funds vanished to the terrorists, and Joshua was brought before the Courts and sentenced to die in Siberia.

Hope this and the backstory I'll add tomorrow is sufficient this looks really interesting
 

CosmicCommander

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Well, I am happy to say I am accepting all sheets that have been posted this far! And we are ready to begin any minute from now. However I'll let anyone else with a sheet post, we are beginning at:

8 PM GMT

17/12/09


Be ready to bash some Bolsheviks.​
 

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Name: Chiron Otis
Age: 20
Place of birth: Greece
Appearance: Six foot, very skinny, longish dark hair that covers his eyes. always nervous looking and has a pronounced stutter wares dark jeans dark shirt and a coat. a large gash on his forehead that is halfway healed
Notable skills: chemistry and mechanics
Reason for being transferred: Suspected of criminal activities and possible terrorist ties
Opinion of USSR: Is more afraid than any thing else.
History: Grew up in state orphanage and was always thought to be slightly retarded due to his stutter and nervous demeanor. At sixteen he was put to work in a factory and has been in one menial job after another. In his house he set up a rather impressive lab and spent his off hours studying inside. Reports came in of a man that went out only to work and never socialized, and occasional strange smells and sounds coming from the room. the KGB searched his house and found the lab and accused him of making bombs. Chiron was so agitated that all he could do was stutter so a soldier struck him on the head. he awoke in a train bound for Siberia.
 

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CosmicCommander said:
Well, I am happy to say I am accepting all sheets that have been posted this far! And we are ready to begin any minute from now. However I'll let anyone else with a sheet post, we are beginning at:

8 PM GMT

17/12/09


Be ready to bash some Bolsheviks.​

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Name: Lukas Daryvich

Age: 29

Place of Birth: Ukraine

Appearance: He wears comfortable, well fitting, yet plain clothing, with a white shirt, black jogging trousers, and black trainers. He has plain and short brown hair, with a slightly wiry yet tough build at 6?3?. He looks completely normal and dull, apart from his bright, and odd green eyes.

Notable qualities/skills: Extremely charismatic, speedy, and fine with almost any weapon.

Reason for being transferred: He is a prisoner in the detention department on the train, being sent to his torture and death in Svobodny for his affiliation with the ILSA.

Opinions towards the USSR: Deep, unfiltered hatred.

History: Born in a small town in Northern Ukraine, Lukas Daryvich was extremely ignorant of the world around him for his first 14 years, living in a close knit family. But his hometown was descended upon by Soviet troops in 1994, in a frantic, and fruitless search for a high-profile member of the Leiterleute, searched his town for the man. Although they did not find him, they did find out that Lukas?s mother was German, and immediately seized the family, and took them away, under pure assumptions. Lukas was never taken due to him having stormed off in a argument with them earlier that day, he having missed the carnage that the soldier wreaked upon his home.

Lukas never saw his family again, and he always blamed the state for his pain. He left his hometown when he was 17 to try to find something he could focus on, and love.

That something was the ILSA.

Lukas travelled to Leningrad, where he became more accustomed to the state?s failures and hypocrisy, and eventually found the ILSA through a variety of people in underground and black market. They accepted him into their ranks, and after swearing allegiance to them Daryvich was set up as a bandit, stealing from state supply shipments and warehouses to gather equipment for the ILSA. Over time, Lukas became recognised as a good thief, and a worthy addition to the ILSA, and in late 2009 was set on his greatest task- steal important Grand Soviet Cabinet documents from the Smolthy institute in Leningrad, and deliver them to the ILSA, with which they would be able to know some of the best information on supply routes, warehouses, and prospect targets. However, Lukas screwed it up, and instead ended up being sent by train to Svobodny for interrogation and execution. However, this may not be the case.
Name: Yuri Kormar

Age: 30

Place of Birth: Berlin, Germany

Appearance: He has a scruffy, unshaven face. His hair is black and combed back, his eyes are a dull blue. His clothes are plain. He wears ripped blue jeans, a white t-shirt, running shoes and a black coat. He is tall and very muscular.

Notable qualities/skills: Tough, high pain resistance and is very strong from working in a factory. Very intimidating presence.

Reason for being transferred: Beat up a group of factory inspectors

Opinions towards the USSR: Hates it with a cold fury

History: Yuri is a man of hate. Since he was little, he has hated the USSR. They made him and his family move countless times, for reasons he could never understand. His mother and father eventually died in a factory explosion, due to the unsafe working conditions of the factory.
He was then placed in a youth working faculty, where he saw fear, depression and hopelessness wherever he turned. He vowed that he would find a way to change it all when he grew up.

As fate would have it, however, Yuri seemed destined to stay a worker. Every once and awhile, he'd commit small rebellious acts like stealing extra food for the hungry, or having machines fail near guards, injuring them in the process, these brought him small bits of joy but he was frustrated at his overall inability to do anything.

One day, a group of factory inspectors came by and started harassing youth who were working, calling them names, groping the girls and beating on the weak, Yuri stepped forward and beat them all senseless, not caring about the consequences.

Now he is bound on a train for execution, defiant until the end...
Name: Joshua Richardson

Age: 24

Place of Birth: Canada Subsection: Alberta City: Edmonton

Reason for transfer: Fraud, Anti-State Activities, Attempts of Capitalistic Behavior, and misconduct on a Member of the Police Force

Skills: Amazing charismatic qualities and business sense. He is also a crack shot with a rifle, him using it when he used to hunt before his arrest.

Appearance: Clean Shaven, though wearing a slightly ragged suit. He is a White Male 6' and weighing 170lbs. He has short brown hair, and deep hazel eyes.

Bio: Joshua was born in Edmonton in 1985, and thus had seen the world before it?s complete domination of the Soviets. His parents were quite wealthy owning several military companies used to prepare against an imminent Soviet invasion. Joshua was quite bright and had finished high school by the age of 15.

A man raised in the art of business, Joshua has a quick tongue and is well spoken despite his young age. He was put under watch after soaring through business school at the age of 16, while obtaining a major in Economics. The government, seeing potential put him in charge of a firm used to manufacture steel for buildings and other construction. He understands money to the point where he was able to act in a Capitalistic manner for 4 years, building a "State" company to the point where his net worth reached massive levels. He lived in comfort, while hiding the remainder of his money in loopholes created by his accountants. This changed when his mentor at his old University was accused of speaking of Capitalism and how it made Canada much better. He was executed for the ideals he attempted to spread. Joshua was infuriated by this and shifted his extra funds into arms manufacturing, attempting to secretly export them to New Zealand where the terrorists would obtain them and use them against USSR attacks.

This continued for two years before a mole inserted into his primary business spoke of Joshua?s hidden agenda. His primary bank account was stripped and his company was taken from him. He transferred his last funds to help any anti-USSR group and was arrested in the process. The funds vanished to the terrorists, and Joshua was brought before the Courts and sentenced to die in Siberia.
Name: Yan Shannov

Age: 67

Place of Birth: Chudovo, Russia

Appearance: Considering his age, Yan is doing well. In his prime, he was tall, broad shouldered, and layered with muscle. Now, nearly four decade later, his muscles are now sparse and lean, his hair an iron grey, but his frame remains powerful and his back unbent by the weight of years. His face retains it's old handsomeness, though he is more grizzled, and in recent years, the lines have begun to show.
He wears an old, slightly battered suit that was in fashion more than a decade ago, and over it a dark overcoat

Notable qualities/skills: Despite his age, Yan is one of the sharpest minds not employed by the Soviet Government. He is a fantastic actor, confident trickster, and possessed of an adolescent capacity for learning.

Reason for being transferred: Many and manifold, (see history)

Opinions towards the USSR: Neutral. He has no opinion, and merely dodges the law when he can. He does not care for who rules the world, as long as he can live his life in his ow manner

History: Born in Chudovo, a town in Central Russia, Yan excelled at school, and one of his teachers once referred to him as 'the next Da Vinci'. The boy was pleased, but the teacher soon disappeared, and Yan was taught the danger of ambition. In the following years, teachers who had praised his work found his listless and unmotivated, uncaring for conventional achievement and destined to end up a 'un-productive member of society'
However, Yan did not fail in his education, he merely stayed mediocre, carefully passing his exams by a modest, though not spectacular margin. For most of his life, he made sure he stayed under the radar, taking small, intellectual jobs, but not staying in one place long enough to leave a mark. Secretly, he gathered money, and was able to fund several illegal habits. Life continued this way for more than forty years, till one day he was discovered.
It was not till a random search team went through his rooms that it was found he had broken more rules than the rest of the neighbourhood that year. Among other things, he was in possession of a library of forbidden books, including the Bible and a copy of the original Communist manifesto, as well as a collection of dangerously anti-state DVDs. He also had paints and canvass and an automatic pistol, none of which he had a licence, though on the other had, they did not find his lockpicks or ancient revolver, which he concealed on his person. Evidence found also led to the discovery that he had been paying less than 70% tax, but in the end, it was decided that no old man cold have been able to commit that many crimes, and that most of the things in his house were being looked after for other criminals, so he escaped instant execution, and was instead sent to north to die slow death.
Name: Cyprus Eversdale

Age: 17

Place of Birth: North Carolina, USA

Appearance: Cyprus is roughly about 5'6 and weighs only about 110 pounds, he has a semi-tan complexion with an average build for someone his height/age. His hair is meduim length and had been dyed a dark blue(Originally blonde), his eyes are also blue. He is rather attractive but not exactly what one could call a body builder.

Notable qualities/skills: He is rather fast on his feet and can effectively use a handgun

Reason for being transferred: Falsely accused of conspiracy.

Opinions towards the USSR: Doesn't have any feelings either way but he is strongly opposed to their propaganda.

History: Cyprus was born and raised in North Carolina, he was the youngest of family containing five children. His mother was not married and all these children belonged to different men which was credited to his mother being a street walker. Throughout his life we heard stories of the great USSR and how they saved Europe from being dominated by the Nazis, he never really cared for these stories because he wasn't European and neither were his family. Once he had arrived at school he quickly realized two things, keep your mom's occupation a secret and that if you don't you will be ridiculed everyday of you life. After only a year of dealing with abusive student's he decided to drop out at the age of seven and found work as a delivery boy.

He decided to stick with the job and remain out of school, he liked the simplicity of life that he was experiencing. On the weekends he would go hunting with his friends or jog around the neighbor hood seeing as he didn't have a car to get him where he needed to go. When jogging around town he would notice the posters that where put up around town which praised the USSR, he for some reason didn't feel comfortable with manipulating people through art work and imagery so he took upon himself to tear them down in secret. By the time he was sixteen he had a collection of stolen posters hidden away in his room which he kept for some reason.

Within a year there was a knock at his door and a group of armed soldiers where surrounding his family home demanding that he surrendered, he agreed despite not knowing why. Apparently it was an disgruntled neighbour who just didn't like Cyprus deciding that he may as well have the young man arrested.
Name: Vassili Sokolov
Age: 21
Place of Birth: The Ural Mountains, Russia
Appearance: He has long blond unkempt hair, piercing blue eyes, a once quite handsome face beaten and broken, his nose slightly bent because of constant rebreeding from several "Unfortunate accidents" involving the boot of USSR jail keepers, he is 5 ft 11 and has a once strong muscular frame has withered away to something less than desirable due to the years he has been starved in jail cells, he wears a prison uniform which bears the Number 10121 on the back.
Notable qualities/skills: A brilliant aim, well able to survive in the wild (Excluding the Desert or jungle environments) brilliant hunter and tracker, an extremely nervous demeanour due to his constantly induced mental breakdowns and beatings by the hands of his jailers.
Reasons for being transferred: Another new day, another new wall of a jail cell to look at, Once again being moved to a new Jail to be "looked after" in, he rides in the detention compartment of the train, where passers-by can point, laugh and hurl abuse at
Opinion towards the USSR: Feeling betrayed by the country he once loved, he seeks revenge upon Bolsheviks for the death of his mother, but feels the guilt of the likely-hood of having to harm his fellow Russians in order to achieve this goal.
History: "My Great-grandfather, my grandfather.... my father, all fought in the name of The Glorious Motherland, all died, in the name of the "Glorious" Motherland. From Khalkhin-Gol, To Berlin, to the heart of Quebec, the world has been drenched with the blood of Men of the Solokov family. To us, living in a small isolated farm community in the Unforgiving Urals, it was an honour to of had such a history in serving the "Great" Soviet Union, our family was loved and praised by the locals and seen as patriots by the Government, I too could not wait to fight as my Family before me, to continue on the proud service my family gave to our motherland... How soon deeds of the past are forgotten. my Mother, a strong, independent woman, with a fiery Soul, some would say she was the embodiment of Mother Russia?s spirit, mother always said it took a strong woman to bring a man like fathers into line, she spoke so fondly of him, I can?t even remember his face, I was so young when he left to fight.
She clothed me, Fed me, Taught me about the farm, the wilderness, How to hunt for food, how to shoot the wolves who attacked our livestock monthly, everything I am now, is because of her, I loved her ever so much, the memory of her and her Passing still brings tears to my eyes, I was 16 and it was a cold night, a blizzard had hit our sleepy village on the coldest day of the year, it was the cold night that two strangers happened to come across our home, I remember them being tired, ragged and freezing cold, who were we to deny them shelter? They stayed the night and left by the morning, saying few words and paying us for our troubles, this happened regularly, weary travellers needing a place to stay, they were nothing out of the ordinary.
Then two days later a soviet truck Convoy came up to our small farm, they searched the farm, ripping the cottage apart in search of something, I stood next to my mother out in the freezing cold watching them search in frustration, as my mother and I kept demanding an explanation on deaf ears. when they told the Commandant in charge they had found nothing, he took out his Pistol and shot my mother in the head, it happened so fast, I doubt she saw it coming, doubt she realised what has happened, in seconds she was taken from me, then a Soviet Soldier hit me in chest with his rifle, I collapsed onto the cold, snow filled ground and I could see my mother, a bullet hole in her head, blood poured forth from the fatal wound, I rolled onto back despite and sadness rushing through me, I could barley breath and then saw the boot of the soldiers foot come down, then nothing... I woke several hours later in a jail cell, my family?s history had been rewarded by letting me keep my life, I would of gladly taken death, I think that was the point, the cold existence of life was much more painful than the sweet embrace of death they could've inflicted.. This is why I fight; this is why I kill...For Her."
Name: Andrew Knavren

Age: 24

Place of Birth: America

Appearance: Generally wears dark clothes, medium length of hair (down to the eyes) and swept to the side

Notable qualities/skills: Mastered Tae Kwon Do in an underground dojaang.

Reason for being transferred: Suspected for being a rebel (Wrong place, wrong time)

Opinions towards the USSR: Hates them and wants revenge.

History: Andrew was born in America, his mother died during childbirth, and he was raised by his father. His father homeschooled him in a hidden location, in the countryside of Georgia, teaching him all he needs to know to survive including Tae Kwon Do for future purposes. Most of his childhood consists of physical training in the forests and around abandoned miltary bases. His father trained recruits in the ILSA and was a well known teacher. On one mission, his father was caught on a failed covert op mission, and was executed on T.V. At 18, Andrew was unaware of the execution and suspected the worst.

Leaving his home after the news of his father's death, he made connections with many people through an underground rebel network, which was later taken down, and formed a small group of friends he made along the way. He learned many things about the USSR in his group, and pulled successful missions on smaller military outposts and bases. The group stole weapons, supplies, food, and even took down small servers that monitored phonelines, internet, etc.

His group moved from town to town, and eventually moved to Atlanta, where they heard of a larger military base that is controlling most of Georgia. Knowing he needed more people in number, he merged with other small groups to attempt to take over a large base found in Atlanta. During the attempt, someone within the group betrayed them, and many people died in the infiltration and few friends escaped with him.

After his failed attempt, he decided to go on his own, not trusting anyone he knew anymore. He worked in many undercover operations, collecting intel he knew he would need for future an assassination of a USSR officer whose death would loosen the government's hold on the people. As a guard at a military base, he was found out by a lower-rank officer, who in turn had him tortured several times without finding a thing. He was sent to Siberia as a prisoner, and they continued to interrogate him there, where many have been said to die from the tortures there. One day, he was transferred out to Svobodny, where his fate was yet to unfold.
Name: Dmitri Petrov

Age: 22

Place of Birth: Croatia

Appearance: Tall and lanky with an athletic build, he has short brown hair with blue eyes and no facial hair. Wears sweat pants with a t-shirt, and running shoes.

Notable qualities/skills: Very adept at free-running, and as such has very good stamina, running speed and agility.

Reason for being transferred: Being caught with black market contraband.

Opinions towards the USSR: Holds no real grudge against them, as everything appears to be fine in the world.

History: Born in Zagreb, Croatia, Dmitri was always content with his life. Nothing ever seemed to bother him, not even the USSR. Everyone was equal, and there were no wars, except in those hellholes in the Middle East or Africa. At least, that is what he thought. When he heard about the ILSA, he had assumed that they were just some boogeyman that the state had thought up, or just some urban legend.

He grew up happy, but later in life he felt that he needed some excitement. He had grown bored with all of the State Sanctioned activities, and soon discovered free running. It helped him keep in good shape, and it never really harmed anyone. He built up his skills, and became quite good. Since free running was, for all he knew, illegal, him and a few of his friends always made sure to try and avoid the police by not traveling on restricted property.

However, his skills and naiveté led him into trouble when he was approached with a job offer. A man wanted him to take a package to an old, unused warehouse that had been abandoned after a fire. He was instructed to use the rooftops, in order to avoid police. Dmitri agreed, and was soon on his way. During the delivery, he was caught by the police for traveling on top of a restricted building, which he used to cut down time on his route, due to his instructions that the delivery was time-essential. They discovered the package, which, unknown to Dmitri contained black market weaponry, and he was promptly sent for transportation and execution. Little did he know that his train would be taking an unexpected detour.

Name:

Age:

Place of Birth: (By this I mean if they were born in this world, what country, and if considered a vast nation, even province, would they be considered born in)

Appearance: (This includes clothes)

Notable qualities/skills:

Reason for being transferred: (You are a civilian, not a militant, so please make it a routine transfer, or for petty crimes against the state, anything other than a militant, so be imaginative)

Opinions towards the USSR: (You don?t have to hate the state, but you don?t have to like it)

History: (I want 250 words minimum on this. Yes, I know it may be dull, but this RP requires only the best)
Wait, General Mountain Time? That may be problematic. It's good not to have a set time, due to timezone differences.
 

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Name: Sergei Koyev

Age: 47

Reason for being transferred: Spreading capitalist ideas.

Birthplace: Stalingrad, Russia

Appearance: Sergei's face is weathered, he is bald, but has a rather impressive beard. He prefers to wear trench coats or double breasted suits, and has a love for fine things. His mouth is but a crack in his face and his eyes are cold.

Notable Qualities: In his youth he learned to speak Arabic and Chinese, he rarely puts these skills to use anymore so he has grown rusty. He has fired a gun a few times, but he isn't a crack shot. He prides himself for his ingenuity, but he is well known for his greed.

Opinion towards the USSR: No real hatred towards the state, but he dislikes its anti business practices and its high taxes.

History: Sergei was a ward of the state, and was slated to be made to "Disappear" until he demonstrated a high level of ingenuity and intellect. After that he was trained by the state to be a scientist, but he never enjoyed the theoretical sciences, he always gravitated to the things which were practical and could be used to benefit the life of all man kind. At age 21 he invented an electric toothbrush. He viewed it as his crowning achievement, he was sure the state would reward him. The toothbrush was a smash hit, and soon the people of the world were clamoring for it. He didn't earn a single ruble from it. A year after that he requested to move over to work on theoretical sciences. If he could not benefit from his works then no man would.

The United States were a beacon to him, an idea of the way the world should be and Sergei always believed they would win the struggle and that their ideas would encompass the world. When they fell in 1991, Sergei's idealism went with them. He now works only to aid himself, he was removed from his office in 1997, and has since then swindled families out of food, and defrauded the state. The papers say he has a wife and 7 children. He lives alone. In 2007 he got drunk in a bar and began extolling the virtues of the capitalist way. The soldiers came for him the next day.

He holds loyalties to no one, and only seeks only to further his own agenda, his alliances are only alliances of convenience and he would betray his best friend for enough rubles. He views himself as the living embodiment of capitalism.

Hope its good enough.
 

CosmicCommander

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Sentinel10 said:
Wait, General Mountain Time? That may be problematic. It's good not to have a set time, due to timezone differences.
You misunderstand me, my opening post will be on said time, you don't have to instantly reply to me. I was just giving a heads up on when we can begin!

kotorfan04 said:
Hope its good enough.
I believe it is, but we'll have to see...
 

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Aw, you didn't message the people from the first RP? Was it because you didn't like us and blame us for its failure?

This one isn't still open is it? It's been a while since I've RPed here on the Escapist but I'm sure I can do better than in the other RP (which as I admitted was fairly below my average RPing ability. The character sheet at least, or the first incarnation of it, since I never got to join the actual story...
 

CosmicCommander

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ElephantGuts said:
Aw, you didn't message the people from the first RP? Was it because you didn't like us and blame us for its failure?

This one isn't still open is it? It's been a while since I've RPed here on the Escapist but I'm sure I can do better than in the other RP (which as I admitted was fairly below my average RPing ability. The character sheet at least, or the first incarnation of it, since I never got to join the actual story...
I didn't PM the others is because I didn't want to be a bother to anyone, yes, I am meek and pathetic in that sense...

But feel free to put up a sheet! We have open spaces!
 

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CosmicCommander said:
ElephantGuts said:
Aw, you didn't message the people from the first RP? Was it because you didn't like us and blame us for its failure?

This one isn't still open is it? It's been a while since I've RPed here on the Escapist but I'm sure I can do better than in the other RP (which as I admitted was fairly below my average RPing ability. The character sheet at least, or the first incarnation of it, since I never got to join the actual story...
I didn't PM the others is because I didn't want to be a bother to anyone, yes, I am meek and pathetic in that sense...

But feel free to put up a sheet! We have open spaces!
Ah, good then. I think I'll go with a version of my earlier character, as in someone who actually supports the Soviet Union, since everyone else seems to be going the opposite route. Should be interesting.

I'm a bit swamped with work right now but I should have time to read up on the codex and post my character sheet later today.
 

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Name: Sergei Baranov

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: January 11, 1984 (Age: 25)

Appearance: 5'10", short black hair and brown eyes, thin. Tries to remain clean-shaven but often has a fair amount of stubble. Usually wears a black fur-lined coat that is supposed to resemble that of a Soviet officer's but is clearly a cheap, factory-made knock-off, in addition to appearing old, worn and faded.

Home Town: Minsk, Belarus

Notable Abilities: Good shot and very familiar with firearms, intelligent and well-educated on the workings of the Soviet Union, fast sprinter.

Opinion of the USSR: As he was taught, Sergei has always had great faith in the Soviet Union and believes in its gloriousness and supreme right. He aspired to become an important official within the military or government, but his efforts towards this goal have always resulted in frustration. Because of this, his faith in the system is beginning to wane, whether he acknowledges it or not.

Reason for being displaced: Sergei heard about an offer that promised money and an important official position in exchange for helping to settle a small town in Siberia. Considering his recent long-lasting streak of unsuccess, he figured this might finally be his chance to accomplish his dreams.


Biography: Sergei was born in Minsk to middle-class parents who worked at relatively pleasant white-collar jobs. Proving to be intelligent and a good student, he absorbed the state's propoganda alongside his academic lessons. Minsk was a fairly subdued city compared to many of the USSR's more rebellious regions, so he heard of little more than how the Soviet Union won victories across the world to help bring socialism to the poor undeveloped citizens of other countries. Greatly impressed by such propoganda, Sergei dreamed of becoming a high official in the Soviet government.

When he was conscripted into the Red Army Sergei gladly went, seeing it as a good start on the path to success. He thought little of the waste of his intellect or the academic opportunities he was never offered. In the army he proved to be a good soldier. He was a good marksman, a fast sprinter, and was very observant. He served with distinction in garrisons across the Soviet empire, particularly in North America. But despite this, his performance was never recognized by his superiors. He was only promoted once to the rank of Corporal, never even rising to a noncommissioned officer despite his powerful feelings that he deserved it. This left him feeling bitter and frustrated, but with his firm confidence in the USSR he had nowhere to direct these feelings.

Upon leaving the military Sergei fell on rough times. After living in Minsk for only a short time, he moved to Leningrad, planning on proving his worth and rising through the local government of the glorious city. But instead he found a sprawling, unforgiving urban wasteland that provided little opportunity. He had trouble finding satisfying work and bounced from factory to dockyard to factory. With his frustration and depression mounting, Sergei descended to the point of being suicidal. That was when he heard of an opportunity to move out east, and supposedly to assume a position of power in the new town...

Looking back on my character sheet for the original RP, I don't really know what I was thinking. Even then I had known it wasn't that great, but now it just looks terrible. Hopefully this is much better.
 

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Ah, if mountain time is -7 (i'm Central time) then i wont be home at that time, i will in fact, however, be home the hour later
EDIT: ahhh just kidding, i managed to come home earlier :D
 

CosmicCommander

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Name: Lukas Daryvich

Age: 29

Place of Birth: Ukraine

Appearance: He wears comfortable, well fitting, yet plain clothing, with a white shirt, black jogging trousers, and black trainers. He has plain and short brown hair, with a slightly wiry yet tough build at 6?3?. He looks completely normal and dull, apart from his bright, and odd green eyes.

Notable qualities/skills: Extremely charismatic, speedy, and fine with almost any weapon.

Reason for being transferred: He is a prisoner in the detention department on the train, being sent to his torture and death in Svobodny for his affiliation with the ILSA.

Opinions towards the USSR: Deep, unfiltered hatred.

History: Born in a small town in Northern Ukraine, Lukas Daryvich was extremely ignorant of the world around him for his first 14 years, living in a close knit family. But his hometown was descended upon by Soviet troops in 1994, in a frantic, and fruitless search for a high-profile member of the Leiterleute, searched his town for the man. Although they did not find him, they did find out that Lukas?s mother was German, and immediately seized the family, and took them away, under pure assumptions. Lukas was never taken due to him having stormed off in a argument with them earlier that day, he having missed the carnage that the soldier wreaked upon his home.

Lukas never saw his family again, and he always blamed the state for his pain. He left his hometown when he was 17 to try to find something he could focus on, and love.

That something was the ILSA.

Lukas travelled to Leningrad, where he became more accustomed to the state?s failures and hypocrisy, and eventually found the ILSA through a variety of people in underground and black market. They accepted him into their ranks, and after swearing allegiance to them Daryvich was set up as a bandit, stealing from state supply shipments and warehouses to gather equipment for the ILSA. Over time, Lukas became recognised as a good thief, and a worthy addition to the ILSA, and in late 2009 was set on his greatest task- steal important Grand Soviet Cabinet documents from the Smolthy institute in Leningrad, and deliver them to the ILSA, with which they would be able to know some of the best information on supply routes, warehouses, and prospect targets. However, Lukas screwed it up, and instead ended up being sent by train to Svobodny for interrogation and execution. However, this may not be the case.
Name: Yuri Kormar

Age: 30

Place of Birth: Berlin, Germany

Appearance: He has a scruffy, unshaven face. His hair is black and combed back, his eyes are a dull blue. His clothes are plain. He wears ripped blue jeans, a white t-shirt, running shoes and a black coat. He is tall and very muscular.

Notable qualities/skills: Tough, high pain resistance and is very strong from working in a factory. Very intimidating presence.

Reason for being transferred: Beat up a group of factory inspectors

Opinions towards the USSR: Hates it with a cold fury

History: Yuri is a man of hate. Since he was little, he has hated the USSR. They made him and his family move countless times, for reasons he could never understand. His mother and father eventually died in a factory explosion, due to the unsafe working conditions of the factory.
He was then placed in a youth working faculty, where he saw fear, depression and hopelessness wherever he turned. He vowed that he would find a way to change it all when he grew up.

As fate would have it, however, Yuri seemed destined to stay a worker. Every once and awhile, he'd commit small rebellious acts like stealing extra food for the hungry, or having machines fail near guards, injuring them in the process, these brought him small bits of joy but he was frustrated at his overall inability to do anything.

One day, a group of factory inspectors came by and started harassing youth who were working, calling them names, groping the girls and beating on the weak, Yuri stepped forward and beat them all senseless, not caring about the consequences.

Now he is bound on a train for execution, defiant until the end...
Name: Joshua Richardson

Age: 24

Place of Birth: Canada Subsection: Alberta City: Edmonton

Reason for transfer: Fraud, Anti-State Activities, Attempts of Capitalistic Behavior, and misconduct on a Member of the Police Force

Skills: Amazing charismatic qualities and business sense. He is also a crack shot with a rifle, him using it when he used to hunt before his arrest.

Appearance: Clean Shaven, though wearing a slightly ragged suit. He is a White Male 6' and weighing 170lbs. He has short brown hair, and deep hazel eyes.

Bio: Joshua was born in Edmonton in 1985, and thus had seen the world before it?s complete domination of the Soviets. His parents were quite wealthy owning several military companies used to prepare against an imminent Soviet invasion. Joshua was quite bright and had finished high school by the age of 15.

A man raised in the art of business, Joshua has a quick tongue and is well spoken despite his young age. He was put under watch after soaring through business school at the age of 16, while obtaining a major in Economics. The government, seeing potential put him in charge of a firm used to manufacture steel for buildings and other construction. He understands money to the point where he was able to act in a Capitalistic manner for 4 years, building a "State" company to the point where his net worth reached massive levels. He lived in comfort, while hiding the remainder of his money in loopholes created by his accountants. This changed when his mentor at his old University was accused of speaking of Capitalism and how it made Canada much better. He was executed for the ideals he attempted to spread. Joshua was infuriated by this and shifted his extra funds into arms manufacturing, attempting to secretly export them to New Zealand where the terrorists would obtain them and use them against USSR attacks.

This continued for two years before a mole inserted into his primary business spoke of Joshua?s hidden agenda. His primary bank account was stripped and his company was taken from him. He transferred his last funds to help any anti-USSR group and was arrested in the process. The funds vanished to the terrorists, and Joshua was brought before the Courts and sentenced to die in Siberia.
Name: Yan Shannov

Age: 67

Place of Birth: Chudovo, Russia

Appearance: Considering his age, Yan is doing well. In his prime, he was tall, broad shouldered, and layered with muscle. Now, nearly four decade later, his muscles are now sparse and lean, his hair an iron grey, but his frame remains powerful and his back unbent by the weight of years. His face retains it's old handsomeness, though he is more grizzled, and in recent years, the lines have begun to show.
He wears an old, slightly battered suit that was in fashion more than a decade ago, and over it a dark overcoat

Notable qualities/skills: Despite his age, Yan is one of the sharpest minds not employed by the Soviet Government. He is a fantastic actor, confident trickster, and possessed of an adolescent capacity for learning.

Reason for being transferred: Many and manifold, (see history)

Opinions towards the USSR: Neutral. He has no opinion, and merely dodges the law when he can. He does not care for who rules the world, as long as he can live his life in his ow manner

History: Born in Chudovo, a town in Central Russia, Yan excelled at school, and one of his teachers once referred to him as 'the next Da Vinci'. The boy was pleased, but the teacher soon disappeared, and Yan was taught the danger of ambition. In the following years, teachers who had praised his work found his listless and unmotivated, uncaring for conventional achievement and destined to end up a 'un-productive member of society'
However, Yan did not fail in his education, he merely stayed mediocre, carefully passing his exams by a modest, though not spectacular margin. For most of his life, he made sure he stayed under the radar, taking small, intellectual jobs, but not staying in one place long enough to leave a mark. Secretly, he gathered money, and was able to fund several illegal habits. Life continued this way for more than forty years, till one day he was discovered.
It was not till a random search team went through his rooms that it was found he had broken more rules than the rest of the neighbourhood that year. Among other things, he was in possession of a library of forbidden books, including the Bible and a copy of the original Communist manifesto, as well as a collection of dangerously anti-state DVDs. He also had paints and canvass and an automatic pistol, none of which he had a licence, though on the other had, they did not find his lockpicks or ancient revolver, which he concealed on his person. Evidence found also led to the discovery that he had been paying less than 70% tax, but in the end, it was decided that no old man cold have been able to commit that many crimes, and that most of the things in his house were being looked after for other criminals, so he escaped instant execution, and was instead sent to north to die slow death.
Name: Cyprus Eversdale

Age: 17

Place of Birth: North Carolina, USA

Appearance: Cyprus is roughly about 5'6 and weighs only about 110 pounds, he has a semi-tan complexion with an average build for someone his height/age. His hair is meduim length and had been dyed a dark blue(Originally blonde), his eyes are also blue. He is rather attractive but not exactly what one could call a body builder.

Notable qualities/skills: He is rather fast on his feet and can effectively use a handgun

Reason for being transferred: Falsely accused of conspiracy.

Opinions towards the USSR: Doesn't have any feelings either way but he is strongly opposed to their propaganda.

History: Cyprus was born and raised in North Carolina, he was the youngest of family containing five children. His mother was not married and all these children belonged to different men which was credited to his mother being a street walker. Throughout his life we heard stories of the great USSR and how they saved Europe from being dominated by the Nazis, he never really cared for these stories because he wasn't European and neither were his family. Once he had arrived at school he quickly realized two things, keep your mom's occupation a secret and that if you don't you will be ridiculed everyday of you life. After only a year of dealing with abusive student's he decided to drop out at the age of seven and found work as a delivery boy.

He decided to stick with the job and remain out of school, he liked the simplicity of life that he was experiencing. On the weekends he would go hunting with his friends or jog around the neighbor hood seeing as he didn't have a car to get him where he needed to go. When jogging around town he would notice the posters that where put up around town which praised the USSR, he for some reason didn't feel comfortable with manipulating people through art work and imagery so he took upon himself to tear them down in secret. By the time he was sixteen he had a collection of stolen posters hidden away in his room which he kept for some reason.

Within a year there was a knock at his door and a group of armed soldiers where surrounding his family home demanding that he surrendered, he agreed despite not knowing why. Apparently it was an disgruntled neighbour who just didn't like Cyprus deciding that he may as well have the young man arrested.
Name: Vassili Sokolov
Age: 21
Place of Birth: The Ural Mountains, Russia
Appearance: He has long blond unkempt hair, piercing blue eyes, a once quite handsome face beaten and broken, his nose slightly bent because of constant rebreeding from several "Unfortunate accidents" involving the boot of USSR jail keepers, he is 5 ft 11 and has a once strong muscular frame has withered away to something less than desirable due to the years he has been starved in jail cells, he wears a prison uniform which bears the Number 10121 on the back.
Notable qualities/skills: A brilliant aim, well able to survive in the wild (Excluding the Desert or jungle environments) brilliant hunter and tracker, an extremely nervous demeanour due to his constantly induced mental breakdowns and beatings by the hands of his jailers.
Reasons for being transferred: Another new day, another new wall of a jail cell to look at, Once again being moved to a new Jail to be "looked after" in, he rides in the detention compartment of the train, where passers-by can point, laugh and hurl abuse at
Opinion towards the USSR: Feeling betrayed by the country he once loved, he seeks revenge upon Bolsheviks for the death of his mother, but feels the guilt of the likely-hood of having to harm his fellow Russians in order to achieve this goal.
History: "My Great-grandfather, my grandfather.... my father, all fought in the name of The Glorious Motherland, all died, in the name of the "Glorious" Motherland. From Khalkhin-Gol, To Berlin, to the heart of Quebec, the world has been drenched with the blood of Men of the Solokov family. To us, living in a small isolated farm community in the Unforgiving Urals, it was an honour to of had such a history in serving the "Great" Soviet Union, our family was loved and praised by the locals and seen as patriots by the Government, I too could not wait to fight as my Family before me, to continue on the proud service my family gave to our motherland... How soon deeds of the past are forgotten. my Mother, a strong, independent woman, with a fiery Soul, some would say she was the embodiment of Mother Russia?s spirit, mother always said it took a strong woman to bring a man like fathers into line, she spoke so fondly of him, I can?t even remember his face, I was so young when he left to fight.
She clothed me, Fed me, Taught me about the farm, the wilderness, How to hunt for food, how to shoot the wolves who attacked our livestock monthly, everything I am now, is because of her, I loved her ever so much, the memory of her and her Passing still brings tears to my eyes, I was 16 and it was a cold night, a blizzard had hit our sleepy village on the coldest day of the year, it was the cold night that two strangers happened to come across our home, I remember them being tired, ragged and freezing cold, who were we to deny them shelter? They stayed the night and left by the morning, saying few words and paying us for our troubles, this happened regularly, weary travellers needing a place to stay, they were nothing out of the ordinary.
Then two days later a soviet truck Convoy came up to our small farm, they searched the farm, ripping the cottage apart in search of something, I stood next to my mother out in the freezing cold watching them search in frustration, as my mother and I kept demanding an explanation on deaf ears. when they told the Commandant in charge they had found nothing, he took out his Pistol and shot my mother in the head, it happened so fast, I doubt she saw it coming, doubt she realised what has happened, in seconds she was taken from me, then a Soviet Soldier hit me in chest with his rifle, I collapsed onto the cold, snow filled ground and I could see my mother, a bullet hole in her head, blood poured forth from the fatal wound, I rolled onto back despite and sadness rushing through me, I could barley breath and then saw the boot of the soldiers foot come down, then nothing... I woke several hours later in a jail cell, my family?s history had been rewarded by letting me keep my life, I would of gladly taken death, I think that was the point, the cold existence of life was much more painful than the sweet embrace of death they could've inflicted.. This is why I fight; this is why I kill...For Her."
Name: Andrew Knavren

Age: 24

Place of Birth: America

Appearance: Generally wears dark clothes, medium length of hair (down to the eyes) and swept to the side

Notable qualities/skills: Mastered Tae Kwon Do in an underground dojaang.

Reason for being transferred: Suspected for being a rebel (Wrong place, wrong time)

Opinions towards the USSR: Hates them and wants revenge.

History: Andrew was born in America, his mother died during childbirth, and he was raised by his father. His father homeschooled him in a hidden location, in the countryside of Georgia, teaching him all he needs to know to survive including Tae Kwon Do for future purposes. Most of his childhood consists of physical training in the forests and around abandoned miltary bases. His father trained recruits in the ILSA and was a well known teacher. On one mission, his father was caught on a failed covert op mission, and was executed on T.V. At 18, Andrew was unaware of the execution and suspected the worst.

Leaving his home after the news of his father's death, he made connections with many people through an underground rebel network, which was later taken down, and formed a small group of friends he made along the way. He learned many things about the USSR in his group, and pulled successful missions on smaller military outposts and bases. The group stole weapons, supplies, food, and even took down small servers that monitored phonelines, internet, etc.

His group moved from town to town, and eventually moved to Atlanta, where they heard of a larger military base that is controlling most of Georgia. Knowing he needed more people in number, he merged with other small groups to attempt to take over a large base found in Atlanta. During the attempt, someone within the group betrayed them, and many people died in the infiltration and few friends escaped with him.

After his failed attempt, he decided to go on his own, not trusting anyone he knew anymore. He worked in many undercover operations, collecting intel he knew he would need for future an assassination of a USSR officer whose death would loosen the government's hold on the people. As a guard at a military base, he was found out by a lower-rank officer, who in turn had him tortured several times without finding a thing. He was sent to Siberia as a prisoner, and they continued to interrogate him there, where many have been said to die from the tortures there. One day, he was transferred out to Svobodny, where his fate was yet to unfold.
Name: Dmitri Petrov

Age: 22

Place of Birth: Croatia

Appearance: Tall and lanky with an athletic build, he has short brown hair with blue eyes and no facial hair. Wears sweat pants with a t-shirt, and running shoes.

Notable qualities/skills: Very adept at free-running, and as such has very good stamina, running speed and agility.

Reason for being transferred: Being caught with black market contraband.

Opinions towards the USSR: Holds no real grudge against them, as everything appears to be fine in the world.

History: Born in Zagreb, Croatia, Dmitri was always content with his life. Nothing ever seemed to bother him, not even the USSR. Everyone was equal, and there were no wars, except in those hellholes in the Middle East or Africa. At least, that is what he thought. When he heard about the ILSA, he had assumed that they were just some boogeyman that the state had thought up, or just some urban legend.

He grew up happy, but later in life he felt that he needed some excitement. He had grown bored with all of the State Sanctioned activities, and soon discovered free running. It helped him keep in good shape, and it never really harmed anyone. He built up his skills, and became quite good. Since free running was, for all he knew, illegal, him and a few of his friends always made sure to try and avoid the police by not traveling on restricted property.

However, his skills and naiveté led him into trouble when he was approached with a job offer. A man wanted him to take a package to an old, unused warehouse that had been abandoned after a fire. He was instructed to use the rooftops, in order to avoid police. Dmitri agreed, and was soon on his way. During the delivery, he was caught by the police for traveling on top of a restricted building, which he used to cut down time on his route, due to his instructions that the delivery was time-essential. They discovered the package, which, unknown to Dmitri contained black market weaponry, and he was promptly sent for transportation and execution. Little did he know that his train would be taking an unexpected detour.
Name: Sergei Baranov

Gende: Male

Date of Birth: January 11, 1984 (Age: 25)

Appearance: 5'10", short black hair and brown eyes, thin. Tries to remain clean-shaven but often has a fair amount of stubble. Usually wears a black fur-lined coat that is supposed to resemble that of a Soviet officer's but is clearly a cheap, factory-made knock-off, in addition to appearing old, worn and faded.

Home Town: Minsk, Belarus

Notable Abilities: Good shot and very familiar with firearms, intelligent and well-educated on the workings of the Soviet Union, fast sprinter.

Opinion of the USSR: As he was taught, Sergei has always had great faith in the Soviet Union and believes in its gloriousness and supreme right. He aspired to become an important official within the military or government, but his efforts towards this goal have always resulted in frustration. Because of this, his faith in the system is beginning to wane, whether he acknowledges it or not.

Reason for being displaced: Sergei heard about an offer that promised money and an important official position in exchange for helping to settle a small town in Siberia. Considering his recent long-lasting streak of unsuccess, he figured this might finally be his chance to accomplish his dreams.

Biography: Sergei was born in Minsk to middle-class parents who worked at relatively pleasant white-collar jobs. Proving to be intelligent and a good student, he absorbed the state's propoganda alongside his academic lessons. Minsk was a fairly subdued city compared to many of the USSR's more rebellious regions, so he heard of little more than how the Soviet Union won victories across the world to help bring socialism to the poor undeveloped citizens of other countries. Greatly impressed by such propoganda, Sergei dreamed of becoming a high official in the Soviet government.

When he was conscripted into the Red Army Sergei gladly went, seeing it as a good start on the path to success. He thought little of the waste of his intellect or the academic opportunities he was never offered. In the army he proved to be a good soldier. He was a good marksman, a fast sprinter, and was very observant. He served with distinction in garrisons across the Soviet empire, particularly in North America. But despite this, his performance was never recognized by his superiors. He was only promoted once to the rank of Corporal, never even rising to a noncommissioned officer despite his powerful feelings that he deserved it. This left him feeling bitter and frustrated, but with his firm confidence in the USSR he had nowhere to direct these feelings.

Upon leaving the military Sergei fell on rough times. After living in Minsk for only a short time, he moved to Leningrad, planning on proving his worth and rising through the local government of the glorious city. But instead he found a sprawling, unforgiving urban wasteland that provided little opportunity. He had trouble finding satisfying work and bounced from factory to dockyard to factory. With his frustration and depression mounting, Sergei descended to the point of being suicidal. That was when he heard of an opportunity to move out east, and supposedly to assume a position of power in the new town...
Name: Sergei Koyev

Age: 47

Reason for being transferred: Spreading capitalist ideas.

Birthplace: Stalingrad, Russia

Appearance: Sergei's face is weathered, he is bald, but has a rather impressive beard. He prefers to wear trench coats or double breasted suits, and has a love for fine things. His mouth is but a crack in his face and his eyes are cold.

Notable Qualities: In his youth he learned to speak Arabic and Chinese, he rarely puts these skills to use anymore so he has grown rusty. He has fired a gun a few times, but he isn't a crack shot. He prides himself for his ingenuity, but he is well known for his greed.

Opinion towards the USSR: No real hatred towards the state, but he dislikes its anti business practices and its high taxes.

History: Sergei was a ward of the state, and was slated to be made to "Disappear" until he demonstrated a high level of ingenuity and intellect. After that he was trained by the state to be a scientist, but he never enjoyed the theoretical sciences, he always gravitated to the things which were practical and could be used to benefit the life of all man kind. At age 21 he invented an electric toothbrush. He viewed it as his crowning achievement, he was sure the state would reward him. The toothbrush was a smash hit, and soon the people of the world were clamoring for it. He didn't earn a single ruble from it. A year after that he requested to move over to work on theoretical sciences. If he could not benefit from his works then no man would.

The United States were a beacon to him, an idea of the way the world should be and Sergei always believed they would win the struggle and that their ideas would encompass the world. When they fell in 1991, Sergei's idealism went with them. He now works only to aid himself, he was removed from his office in 1997, and has since then swindled families out of food, and defrauded the state. The papers say he has a wife and 7 children. He lives alone. In 2007 he got drunk in a bar and began extolling the virtues of the capitalist way. The soldiers came for him the next day.

He holds loyalties to no one, and only seeks only to further his own agenda, his alliances are only alliances of convenience and he would betray his best friend for enough rubles. He views himself as the living embodiment of capitalism.

We shall begin
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?My name is Lukas Daryvich.

I am a terrorist.

Yes, a terrorist, it is a word which invokes fear, hatred, and resentment in people; however it can be a word utilized for good, against something which possesses said qualities. I am of course, referring to the USSR.

A vendetta against it is my goal, a vendetta against not just the state, but its ideals. Evil, intolerance, stupidity, corruption... These are ideals I know far too well that this regime possesses, and ideals I know far too well people can be made to follow.
I fight against them, I kill, I steal, I destroy myself because I to follow ideals, and like the bureaucrats, I will die for them. But there is a fundamental difference between them and I, even if we do employ similar methods; they think ideals can be quashed, they think they can kill into submission, they think people will submit when presented with a choice between their lives and these ideals.

They are wrong.

While people can bleed and die, ideals cannot, they live forever as long as there is people, people will always announce their ideals, they will always fight for them, and the true devotees will destroy themselves for their ideals. In this form, ideals, from Liberty to love, from altruism to selfishness, will live forever.
I swore my life to Fat Dog, because he is an embodiment of my ideals, he may be their living manifestation. And my ideals will live on; they will live on through millions even after I have taken my last breath.

And that breath I eagerly anticipate.?


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Lukas?s eyes flickered open, and he immediately felt the pain course through his body. He groaned, as he tried to remember where he was, and why it was black and cold.
He tried.
And tried.
And recalled something...

A train...
A cell...
A light...
A pain...
Nothing...


Lukas remembered it all, from the boarding to the explosion, and now this. His brain tried to think why he was cold, and everything was black. He moved his hands slowly, and felt something soft in his hands, it was cold, and his hand began to feel wet...

Snow

He moved his hands upwards, and felt something cold, hard, and rough...

Iron

He deduced he was lying on the ground, underneath a destroyed sheet of Iron, and immediately came to the conclusion that he should push the sheet off of him.

He summoned all of the strength his aching arms had, closed his eyes, and thrusted upwards, the sheet shook, and ascended with his arms. Lukas cast the sheet to the left, and opened his eyes.

It would have been an unremarkable, almost serene, night in Siberia, with the black veil in the sky, and the full moon.

Lukas immediately saw that it wasn?t.

A smoking skeleton of a train lay on the ground nearby, with a ring of fire surrounding it for ten metres out. There was debris scattered in a wide area covering the snow... Then there were the dozens of corpses, from civilians to soldiers some with familiar uniforms...
Lukas looked round, and heard gunfire from afar.

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Yan struggled back to consciousness, marshalling his mental reserves and surging back into the land of the living, forcing his body upright. Unfortunately, his body was not as young as his mind, and he staggered, but caught himself. He shook his head, thinking There was a time when I could have done that effortlessly. How time makes fools of us all...

Gazing around, he examined the situation, and deduced that his train had been attacked, and that whoever had done so was still nearby, because battle was raging not too far away. It seemed that many prisoners had been killed, and not all form the crash, and Yan's hand slipped into his pocket, where lay his old revolver. It was a crude weapon, but enough to kill a man.

Stalking through the snow, Yan examined several bodies, but found them all to be dead. As he crouched over the third corpse, a figure loomed out of the whirling snow, shouted, and raised a rifle. But Yan's gun came up first, barked, and the man folded up as the bullet tore into his gut
 

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Cyprus awoke among the wreckage, his body slumped forward over that of a dead soldier. The man he had been resting on was missing a portion of his face, partially burnt off due to being pressed against the burning metal. He felt the heat of the cabin rising, the smell of burning fuel was heavy in the air around him just like that of the smoke filling the cabin.

He picked himself up, slight dazed as he bumped into bodies and blown apart metal as he tried to steady himself. All he remembered was getting on the train and almost getting clubbed by a disgruntled soldier's nightstick. "Ah fuck." He rubbed his eyes trying to free his vision of the smoke. "What the hell happened?"

Before anyone could answer he heard gunfire in the distance and instinctively took cover behind a what was left of the train door, hiding seemed like the best option at the moment.

Was that alright?
 

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A blur in the blizzard, and Yans head snapped round towards it. Thankfull that he still retained the sense of his youth, he moved nearer, to see a a shape huddled under a piece of wreckage.

"Hey, you" he said softly, then tried again i English, "Hey, who's that? I'm escaped from the train, I won't hurt you"

Forgot to say, Yan speaks Russian an d English fluently, and Spanish, French and German stiltedly
 

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Yuri lay perfectly still, his breath coming in short gasps as he heard the sounds of fighting. Moving his large frame slightly, he could see that the train he had been caged in had been destroyed and he had somehow survived, though a few cuts and bruises could be felt.

A few figures moved amongst the flaming wreckage but whether or not they were friend or foe was hard to determine. He slowly began to crawl away from the train, hoping maybe some supplies or food lay scattered around...

Suddenly a USSR soldier made his way out of a snow pile, muttering curses under his breath fiddling with his rifle that was ether jammed up or broken.

Not waiting to find out, Yuri rose from the snow like a giant bear and brought his fists down on the soldiers head, and the solider simply collapsed like a rag doll hit with a hammer.
 

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Cyprus didn't speak, simply jumped back at the sight Yan. He was no condition to fight and he didn't have a weapon to defend himself with, so when this man said he wasn't going to hurt Cyprus he was relived. "Alright, thats good." Cyprus tried to say over his heavy breathing and panting. "I'm just, a little shaken up. Just tell me what the hell happened."
 

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It was the gun shots that awoke Sergei Baranov. Once you're in the army you are conditioned to listen for and react to gunfire, even when unconscious. When the first shots rang out Sergei's eyes shot open and he instictively tried to stand up. Unfortunately his body hadn't retained the sharpness of his senses since his military days, and Sergei collapsed backwards upon feeling the stiff aching in his legs.

After a few moments he rolled over and put his hands out on the ground in front of him. It was then he realized he was lying in snow; his right glove was missing. He then pushed himself up to his feet and turned around. In such a potentially dangerous situation he might have instinctively crouched back down to reveal a smaller profile, but instead he remained standing, taking in the sight of the burning hulk of the train a short distance away. It looked like the wounded body of a rigid snake lying in the snow.

Checking himself for injuries, he wondered how it was that he had been thrown clear of the train. The last thing he knew he was sleeping in an uncomfortable bunk bed below a Soviet soldier he had been talking with earlier.

The thought of the soldier brought Sergei back to the situation at hand. The nearby gunfire that had shocked him awake had ended, though fierce fire continued somewhere farther off. Besides that the only sounds now were the crackling of flames and occasional twisting of steel. He had to find someone, hopefully a soldier, so he could find out what happened. He wondered how long he had been sleeping, and how far they were from the nearest town.

Looking around, but finding no clearly preferable path, Sergei began walking along the length of the wreck. He was suddenly aware of how much sound his boots made crunching into the snow.
 

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"I'm not sure," said Yan, with a frown, his English good but tinted with a Russian accent, "But I think the prison train was attacked. I'm guessing it's those terrorist under Fat Dog, but I couldn't be sure. Anyhow, we should get to somewhere safe and out of the way till the fighting dies down. Come on!"
 

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Lukas looked from afar at a man shooting what appeared to be a Soviet from afar, and sighed as he walked towards him. Lukas also saw a youth in the distance scrambling to his feet from underneath a wrecked door. As Lukas approached, Lukas saw the first man had some lines in his face, and pretty grey hair, he began to note the age in the figure, but the adamant power in the man.

Lukas subtlety approached the small party from behind, and casually said in Rsussian:
"Considering your age, that was a very good shot."