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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 5, 2016 3:29:27 GMT
Character:
Name: Ilya Systov
Age: 19
Faction: NSR
Role: Special forces/strike team
Appearance: (basically my current profile picture XD) 6'2", lean. medium, unkempt blonde hair and scruff. Leather jacket, belts and straps hold mag and utility pouches, respirator/gas mask with oxygen tank on his back.
Personality: Sharp, quick thinking, sarcastic, charismatic (usually unintentionally), very tactical mind.
Weapons and equipment: AKM rifle with quick detach PSo1 scope for long shots, Makarov pistol with detachable suppressor, trench knife, gas mask/goggles.
Strengths: Skilled marksman, decent at hand to hand, quick thinking, can analyze combat situations for any advantage.
Weaknesses: Lacks technique in unarmed combat, can make rash decisions, slightly arrogant, not easily opened up to people.
Background: Born on the wastelands, Ilya never knew hisnparents, who were killed by Reich raiders. As he grew, his determination to end The Reich stiffined. His chance came at fifteen, when the New Soviet Republic defeated the Reich in the battle of Warsaw. Ilya joined up with the victory and rose through the ranks quickly, joining their Spetznas units. he was recently sent on a recruitment mission deep in Reich territory in Ireland
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 6, 2016 2:16:22 GMT
(( Derago Thorkson (The Hunter): Here ya go! Two charries for the new plot! Name: Rose Ivy Smith Nickname: Ivy Age: 18 Role: Scavenger, no known faction Appearance: 5'8", tanned, dirty skin, tangled light brown hair and faded hazel eyes. Clothes: Miscellaneous articles of clothing, including hiking boots, goggles and a faded scarf. Old charm necklace from her mother. Weapons: Two knives, a short-sword and a pistol. Personality: Sullen, reserved and bitter. Fiercely protective of her dad. Strengths: Expert at taking people and animals down quietly. Can use almost any type of gun and fairly decent at computers. Weaknesses: Loud noises, people arguing, and allergic to peanuts. Background: Born in Ireland, lived with her parents until battles broke out and forced them to leave. After her mother died of accidental radiation poisoning, she and her father stayed together, but refused to join any faction, bouncing from one lone group to another. If one faction started to prosper more, however, then maybe they'd consider joining... Name: John Smith. Nickname: Doctor Age: 40 Role: Scavenger; Father Appearance: 6'1", brown eyes and scruffy hair. Thin, lanky form, stubble and thin face. Weapons: Rifle, a knife and a wooden club. Clothing: Dirty jeans and layered shirt under leather jacket. Shirt torn into makeshift scarf, old beanie and goggles. Personality: Tries to be upbeat, but prone to bouts of depression. Finds it very hard to trust people other than Rose. One wrong move and he'll snap. Strengths: Trained as a doctor, so he knows how to treat wounds and diagnose people. Fairly decent at shooting his rifle, but uses his knife and club more due to shortage of bullets. Weaknesses: Rose. His temper. Background: Of Scottish descent, but born in Ireland, John met his wife, fell in love and got married, Rose being born soon after. When they had to leave Ireland, he tried to find a safe place to for his family to live—but then his wife died. Now he keeps Rose close, desperately trying to keep her alive, trying to keep himself from making the same mistake that took away his wife. )) |
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 6, 2016 4:31:58 GMT
Ilya gained a couple odd looks from the inhabitants of the small Irish town, most scared ones. He did indeed appear intimidating, towering over the majority of the population. Walking into a local pup, he kept his hand on the holster that held his side arm.
(^^edits to my character made)
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 6, 2016 7:49:03 GMT
Rose idly scratched a design into the table, though her gaze snapped up when the door to the pub opened. She took in the newcomer's appearance quickly, eyeing his gun. If he got into a brawl and died, she'd nab it.
Beside her, her dad leaned back in his seat, his eyes closed. It was probably the first time he got to rest since they left France...what remained of France, anyway.
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Post by Lylyss on Mar 7, 2016 2:57:40 GMT
((Hmm. Interesting. Is this based upon a book or movie, or did you guys make it up?))
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 7, 2016 3:44:06 GMT
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 7, 2016 5:18:17 GMT
(Just an idea. Been bouncing around in my head a while XD)
Ilya scanned the room. Someone military age... "Oy!" An obviously drunk Irishman staggered over to him. "You got any money?!" Ilya sidestepped the drunkard. "Sorry. I don't share." The man cringed at his accent. He cranked back, ready to punch Ilya. "Communist scum!!" He shouted. Without missing a beat, Ilya caught the oncoming fist, slamming it against the p nearest table and sticking his knife through the hand. The man screamed in pain before falling to the ground. All eyes turned toward the Russian as he casually sat at the bar. "Any Vodka?" He asked.
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 7, 2016 6:33:08 GMT
Rose watched quietly. Communist, eh? That complicated things slightly in her plan to filch his gun.
"Hm?" Her dad had woken up at the sounds of the fight. She shook her head, and he settled back in his seat. Adjusting the scarf around her neck, Rose got up and moved to the bar, setting down two glasses.
"Refill, please," she said softly.
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 7, 2016 18:33:28 GMT
Ilya glanced at the girl refilling her drinks. An opportunity? Possibly. "Hey!" He called to her. "What does the Reich tell you about people like me?"
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 7, 2016 18:34:44 GMT
(Next people to join should pick Reich so there is more balance of players)
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 7, 2016 19:44:42 GMT
Rose looked over at the man, frowning slightly.
"The Reich says nothin' to me, and if they did, they'd certainly wouldn't be talkin' about men like you."
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 7, 2016 20:42:37 GMT
Ilya opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, the door opened, and four men dressed in tenchcoats, holding submachine guns stompedo into the room. Ilya's right hand shot to his pistol, but didn't drew yet.
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 7, 2016 20:56:20 GMT
Rose immediately went back to her father, who cracked one eye open at the arrival of the four men. John's hand slipped under his coat, while the other grabbed Rose's wrist.
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 7, 2016 23:33:44 GMT
Ilya turned back to the bar. He wouldn't act unless first attacked. Well, he could turn anything into justification for aggression. He peeked back below his arm at the rifles they carried. They were newer, sleeker. Black polymer plastic and aluminium instead of stamped steel and wood. Where the New Soviet Republic preferred power and reliability, the Reich preferred accuracy and rate of fire. Two different ideologies. Two different battlefield tactics. Two different worlds.
A hand was placed on Ilya's shoulder. He hesitated... Then moved. Grabbing the arm with his left hand, he drew his small sidearm and fired three shots. Two of them hit a soldier. The others tried to react, but too slowly. The one still in Ilya's grasp met his fate with a knee to the face. The others were able to fire off a combined two shots before they both fell. All eyes were once agin on Ilya as he dropped the spent magazine from his pistol and inserted a new one.
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 7, 2016 23:50:00 GMT
At the first gunshot, John dragged Rose under the table and shielded her with his body, holding her tense body still. Ears ringing, he helped her up after the soldiers fell.
"Now why d'you du that for?" He demanded, looking at Ilya. "Are ya mad?"
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Post by Starsinger on Mar 8, 2016 2:28:19 GMT
(( jliessa44 I'm inclined to say let it die. It was our second attempt and didn't really become much.)) |
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 8, 2016 2:29:49 GMT
(( jliessa44 : As it is, continuing might be tricky unless someone comes up with an idea as to how to get Darvel out . . . If someone has an idea we could keep going; otherwise we could restart and I can possibly rework my character to be slightly less of a jerk. I don't entirely want to let it die, though.)) ((Edit: Though Starsinger does make a good point . . .)) |
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Post by jliessa44 on Mar 8, 2016 2:36:40 GMT
((Yeaaah. >.< I don't wanna let it die so much, but I can't think of a plot for it either. :/))
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 8, 2016 2:37:50 GMT
"In this case, they would have dragged me to Berlin and tortured me to no end. WHy I do in general, now that's a bit more complicated." Ilya grabbed his drink from the shaking bartender and walked toward John and Rose' table. "I do it because I don't like tyrants."
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 8, 2016 2:41:29 GMT
John gave Ilya a once-over, staying between him and Rose.
"Just because yu don't like a faction doesn't mean yu can go and bring yur war here," he growled. "Clean the mess and go."
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 8, 2016 2:53:19 GMT
"So, self defense is a crime?" He asked. "At least let me have my drink. I payed for it and Russian Ruble not doing so well." He glanced between John and Rose. Maybe he should try being more friendly? he extended his hand to Shake John's. "Field Marshal Ilya Systov at your service."
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 8, 2016 2:59:04 GMT
(jiliessa44 Leilani Sunblade, come join us! It'll be fun!)
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 8, 2016 3:43:30 GMT
Rose gave Ilya what could only be translated as a 'stink-eye', then John reluctantly took his hand.
"John Smith," he replied shortly, then dropped Ilya's hand. "Now why did you come here?"
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 8, 2016 4:06:46 GMT
"War is coming." Ilya said after taking another drink of the strong drink. "It was going to sooner or later. The Reich is building an army along the Old Warsaw line. Our people are strong, but we are not ready for such an attack. I was sent to enlist the help of people who wish to shake off the rule of such a regime. Those who help our cause will be under Soviet protection and I can throw in a couple extra... Benifits."
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 8, 2016 4:20:43 GMT
Rose spoke up: "What benefits?"
"Ivy," John cut in with a warning tone, looking back at his daughter. She placed a hand on his arm.
"Let him speak. He may be useful, and I find his accent funny." What could have been the remnants of a smirk ghosted over her lips—lips that hadn't smiled in years.
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 8, 2016 4:30:28 GMT
Ilya stifled a laugh. He instead made a slightly angry frown. "Like I said, protection. The moment you step into Soviet territory, you are a citizen with full privilege. Employment, rations till you get stable income, housing in a protected area. And we don't burn books like some people." With this, Ilya glanced at the dead soldiers on the ground.
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 8, 2016 4:32:36 GMT
Rose's eyes lit up slightly at the mention of books, and John noticed. He put his hand over hers in a silent reminder, and the glow faded instantly.
"You won't find many volunteers here," he told Ilya. "Both sides didn't care for us—left us to the bombs. Hatred runs deep in this land."
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 8, 2016 4:43:44 GMT
Ilya looked down. "I understand being left to nothing... More than you know..." He drifted off before snapping back to reality.
Another group of Reich soldiers charged into the room, weapons drawn. They surrounded the table, pointing the guns at at Ilya, John and Rose.
"Wait, they aren't with me,' Ilya said desperately. The soldiers ignored him and continued to threaten John and Rose. Ilya's jaw tightened. The innocent would not be harassed under his watch...
He kicked backwords, slamming his leg into the soldier behind him, turning and drawing the man's pistol as he stepped behind him and put him in a headlock, essentially turning him into a human shield.
"I said, they are not with me!" His voice boomed through the bar, which was now emptying.
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 8, 2016 4:51:53 GMT
Rose and John instantly drew their weapons, pressing back-to-back, their faces grim and their hands steady.
"I don't think they care, son," John said lowly.
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 8, 2016 5:08:45 GMT
Ilya breathed hard, adjusting his grip on the struggling man in his grasp. The officer, a young, sharp looking man in a long, grey trench coat grimaced in disgust at the Russian in front of him. "And how would I know that? How do I know they won't spy on us?" He turned to John and Rose. "WHat did this scum offer you? Money? Illegal material?" "Only a tyrant makes knowledge illegal," Ilya growled. "Unlike your lies, not all books are illigal. Only the ones that inspire hate and evil." Ilya and the officer were locked in a silent battle of wills.
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