Post by conspiracist on Jul 9, 2015 13:58:06 GMT -4
Name - Viktor N. Kalashnik
Age - 22
Nationality - Russian
Physical Appearance - Viktor is a decently build man in comparison to most people you see on the street. He stands at 6 feet even and 150 pounds with hazel eyes, and mop of black hair resembling the look of being hacked off with a dull blade.
Personality - A strong believer in the Socialist cause, or so he says. Its hard to walk pass a poster promising food on an empty stomach. Viktor could be defined as lowly person willing to do anything for personal gain. Including join the army.
Faction - USSR
Class - Sniper
Other - (censorship)
Inventory
PTRS-41 Anti Tank Rifle
Mosin Nagant M91/30 [ PU 3.5x Scope ]
Tokarev TT-33
14.5x115mm AT Rounds x15
7.62x54mmR Standard Ball Rounds x25
TT-33 Magazines x3
8|8, 8|8, 8|8(+1)
Standard Soviet Rations x2
Full Water Canister
Blanket
Pillow
You find yourself on the sixth floor of a tall residential building, awakening from a long night's sleep, which was constantly disturbed by mortar fire and screams. You roll over onto the other side of your body, then seeing your spotter, Mikhail, sitting and smoking on what used to be a chair, just next to the window, binoculars hanging off his shoulders. You look down, to see a large bloodstain in the snow, which has managed to fall through a hole in the roof.
Across your makeshift bed, you see your rifles, a Mosin Nagant, along with the beastly PTRS-41, which, for some stupid reason, is semi automatic, and your other rifle isn't. You feel your Tokarev under your pillow, and can see that Mikhail has the rations tucked under his chair. A breeze finally wakes you up, once and for all.
