*The radio Clicks on*
"I stopped by the bar today completly on accident and I must say despite it being in the early stages it looks great - what a venue. Despie the hic-up mentiond by Mickey. I will most definitely be returing"
*The airwaves return to silence*
Born in Sydney Australia to the former-landed Rumyantsev-Zadunaisky family of Russian nobility. William Henry is a descendent of the Counts Rumyantsev-Zadunaisky and indeed of the last count his father's brother. Shortly after birth and the death of his father in a boating accident(death the father during adolescence has a track record in this family with Williams Grandfather also dying young in an aircraft crash during the '60s) Willams mother relocated the family back to their adopted home; the United Kingdom. Once in the Uk William lead a fairly normal life. He was independently educated in Scotland and indeed came to adore the country deciding to attend university in the capital. At the tender age of 17, William began his studies at the University of Edinburgh. He showed an acute interest in church history and graduated with a 2:1 MA in Ancient History and Theology. This was followed by a Masters degree in Practical Theology. Feeling that the Acadamy was not where he wished to spend the rest of his life Willaim sought a way out. A few carefully placed 'words' later and he was accepted as an Officer Cadet at Sandhurst. This being the escape that he so dearly sought he threw himself headfirst into his studies and graduated not quite at the top of the class but an equitable top third. Fearing that this army career may be a repeat of his previous attempt at permanence in the Acadamy William accepted a short service commission of 2 years into the Scots Guards. Upon completion of the terms of his commission, Willaim left the army having served a grand total of 3 and bit years. Again he was lost searching for a new cause to devote himself. It is at this time that he discovered his faith, despite studying religion for so many years he had never been particularly religious. The last time William felt truly with God was as a youth. However, this all changed he entered seminary, took his oath and was ordained. Willaim now Father Rumyantsev-Zadunaisky or Father Rum for short followed his cousin Bernard to Chernarus to council him and assure that his dream of restoring family legacy did not lead to his destruction. [More complete family history: https://www.dayzrp.com/characters/display-4689/]
Proclus was born December 16 nineteen eighty-five, within the historically significant city of St. Petersburg. His father Branus was a Major in the 15th regiment of the Soviet Border guard, stationed in North Germany. This duty lead him to be absent for most of Proclus's formative years. Leaving his young son to be raised primarily by his Grandfather(Rynus) and his Mother Fyda. At age four Proclus was diagnosed as dyslexic causing a rift between him and the state education system. Being seen a defective failure, since he could not progress past his father and would be left out of the educated elite that he was expected to join. Cast down to factory work. Following the dissolution of the Soviet Union, Branus moved the family to Moscow. Once in this new city, Branus was recruited by the newly formed KGB splinter the GRU(Russian Military Intelligence). This job provided the family stability during the great period of instability that they where living in. Protected from the criminal gangs and exploitation in the post-communist nation. Furthermore, Proclus was now educated in a private school that provided him with a quality education and lead him through his Primary and Secondary education to the well of higher education, allowing this unlikely candidate to progress to university level, all the while living in a proto-failed state. Proclus returned to St. Petersburg to attend the prestigious Saint-Petersburg State University, achieving joint honours in history and archaeology, before progressing to complete his Masters in 'Military History of the Mid to Late Russian Empire'. After leaving university with a full Rolodex, Proclus travelled to the historical site of Ephesus in Turkey to assist in a dig and the reconstruction of that city. Following this and on the first night of his return to Russia, Proclus had dinner with his Father. Durning the meal Branus questioned his son about how he would serve his national service, discussing different options. Being a lower senior official in the GRU; Branus explained to Proclus that he join him in serving the Motherland - this is what he wanted for his son as he could foresee the coming Chenyan War and the devastation that would come with it. Worrying greatly about the fate of his son if he were to be deployed to such a region as Soldier. The conversation was coming to a vodka driven drunken stutter-filled conclusion when the state of the Russian state came up, this saw Branus explaining to his son that there was a group that shared their outlook on the shortcomings of the Russian Federation. The 'RNU'. Intrigued Proclus began to look into the group being turned off by the overt Neo-Naziism of the group, however, he did agree with overall aims of the group - in part. Especially the idea of the 'lost land'. Being a man of religion - he found religion whilst attending University- Proclus could not agree/ reconcile the Naziism, causing him to adopt a slightly negative view of the group and his father. What Proclus hated most was the fact that he agreed with so much yet it fell at the final hurdle - causing great frustration. Despite the political disagreements with his father Proclus did follow his advise and was inducted into the GRU. At first, Proclus wanted to lead a team of Operatives, however, although he had the mental aptitude he lacked physically, having a weak build. This unassuming build did suit perfectly for him to be used as an intelligence officer. Which he took to quickly. Proclus over training Proclus did beef up and became proficient in self-defence, firearms and tactics - both military and intelligence gathering. Training was compleated just in time for assignment to Chechnya during the second war. Following the war, Proclus was hardened, both mentally and physically. He was shaken by what he saw, the suffering and death - Proclus could not reconcile what had happened. Durning training he was taught to ignore the suffering, that; he could do, but what he could not do; was reconcile his part in the destruction. Because of this he and the agency mutually decided to sever ties. He exited service just as the RNU was undergoing massive de-Nazification, his father informed the group about his lost son. This lead the RNU to approach a broken Proclus and convince him that joining the party was his duty as a good Russian. After reading their revised manifesto and seeing his objections removed, Proclus joined and became an active member within the political party, giving speeches about the 'sins' of the Russian administration and Putin himself, whilst highlighting the virtue of the RNU. After the RNU was outlawed as a party Proclus was instrumental in helping hold it together and reforming of the RNU into an armed group. At the outbreak of the conflict in the Ukraine(Russia) Proclus marched across the border with RNU and his unit of loyal men (sized around 2 companies). Upon the capture and consolidation of the Crimea, Proclus was summed back to headquarters being informed that because of his good work he would not be going back to Ukraine but would be taking part in a new mission. He would be a senior assistant in the planned invasion of Chernareus.
Link to the source of punishment (report/post): https://gyazo.com/74d1db7675fe55d4e385d9b43474d03e
Why the verdict is not fair: Pretty much was.
Additional statements/comments explaining your point of view: Sorry it was an in-joke about my economic situation as I tied up some cash in CSGO. Mainly a reference to me being the only non-donator out of my friends. In hindsight, it was not the best idea to do it & then subsequently go to bed with it set.
What would you like to achieve with this appeal: An urban form TS
What could you have done better?: Not meme with my TS name aka follow the rules.
@Elk Thank you for those kind words, I was not trying to be rude or be critical of your valid criticism/suggestion - it was more of a rebuttal to anyone who reads the tread later. You are indeed entitled to comment on a group page - it is your right.
On behalf of @Stannis and the group, we are aware of those who are inactive and their reasons for being so; exams, army exercise and other similar reasons.
However, your point has reminded us of one member who is, in fact, inactive and has not provided a reason to group leadership, therefore I would thank you for bringing this to our attention. It will be dealt with swiftly.
@Elk I would be one of those individuals, who has/is inactive in game at the moment due to exams & being on a dig out of the country. Therefore I left the CP in order to facilitate an accurate representation of group numbers. Yes, it has been only a week since I last played (before that I was away for a month) but like many others who are like myself - we are active on the forms to a certain extent.
This message is to put out there that in fact there are some extenuating circumstances that have caused in-activity ingame. We still wish to be a part of the group and participate how we can, via the radio threat etc.
Born August 1, 1994, in the city of Novograd, in a typical Soviet-style apartment - small and dank, but the son of at the time, an ex-soviet official, the family where lucky; only having to share with one other family. The Gratva. Alexander’s father (Ozeits) - the savvy politico that he was- switched sides immediately following the dissolution of the Soviet Union(USSR) to follow a more nationalistic political diet. With the newfound freedom to own property Ozeits used the small amount of money that he had accumulated from various backroom dealings to purchase an extremely modest country property. This was to show his new capitalistic zeal and that he was with the new regime and that he was no real communist. Ozeits gave fiery speeches about the horror of collectivisation and how it leads to oppression, trying his best to distance himself from the former regime and have his name removed from the public death lists(mobs of individuals who had their family member taken to the gulag). Around 1998 Ozeits became entangled with alcohol, falling into a deep depression and becoming dependent on the substance. He would frequently return home in a drunken stupor, after giving nonsensical speeches on the virtues of nationalism at the local public house. Once home, the routine was simple; come in, slam the door, burp, ask his wife for sex, she says no, he gets angry, punches are thrown, commotion his heard, and then they would go to bed. Rinse and repeat. All the while a young Alexander would hide under his bed. One evening when Alexander was around 9 or 10 he - with a new sense of courage after being taught of the partisan freedom fighters during world war two - confronted his father as he entered and before he could burp. Using a 9-year-olds form of martial arts he tried to take Ozeits to the ground. He tried and tried but this was just laughed off, Ozeits said “If your going to make a stand, win” at which point a swift punch to the face was delivered. A knockout ensued and young Alexander awoke to his mother screaming as Ozeits shouted about her turning their son against him. Ozeits glanced at Alexander's body, believing he had killed the boy, the matter of fact man turned to his wife and said: “well..., I guess you are next”. Alexander in fear remained paralysed and helpless, choosing to hold his eyes closed and retreat inside himself or risk bearing witness to the horror that was to follow. He awoke to a bloodbath his mother’s skull split open across the corner of the couch, bloodstained curtains, blood-stained carpet, blood stain walls. As he crawled feebly and in tears towards his mother, Alexander glanced into a room on his left, seeing the wardrobe open and his father’s head peeking out from behind the wardrobe door at a 90-degree angle. He had hanged himself with his tie. Mother and Father dead, young Alexander was sent to an understaffed and funded former soviet orphanage of horror. He only spent a small time there however, it was in the orphanage that Alexander witnessed some of the most barbaric and depraved acts that a career can commit upon a chargee - in fact, some of the most barbaric and depraved acts that a human can commit upon another. This barbarism would not be matched by his experience watching the chaos of the civil war. The young man was rescued from the orphanage by his uncle (Icander), who himself was thought to be dead. Icander was a political dissent during the occupation by the USSR, in fact, it was his own brother Ozeits who gave away Icander location in the end, this betrayal lead to his eventual capture and subsequent interment within a Siberian gulag. Icander was among the final batch of those freed from the Gulag. However, once returning and hearing of his kinsman’s predicament he immediately did his familial duty and retrieved young Alexander from the state of hell that he found himself in. Icander was a minor-local celebrity in nationalist cycles. As the crime that caused his incarceration was a minor insertion which saw him 30 other supporters storm the local Communist Party office, in an attempt to Start a Hungarian style revolt against the Communist party. The building was surrounded once Icander and his compatriots were inside only Icander and one other name Radek escaped through a drainage pipe They fled to a farm but were captured when Alexander’s father gave up the location. Radek was executed, Icander only escaped the cold steel because of his brother who gave him up on the condition of life in the Gulag. Icander returned and was fully embraced by nationalist groups who idolised him and his bravery. They provided him with a large estate consisting of 12 acres of land, he was also granted the status of ‘Hero of the Republic’ and provided a sizable bursary by the state. In subsequent years he became a senior member of the Nationalist Party and was commissioned into the CDF reserve as a Plukovník (hon.). As a man of high status, he saw that his ward and presumed successor was provided with the finishes education. He sent his young ward to the prestigious boarding school ‘’ in the Novograd countryside near the Bílá řeka. Whilst attending he was educated in the English language and showed a particular aptitude towards Classical History. All in all his schooling was uneventful other than the usual boarding school shenanigans. Only one incident is of particular note. This was incident occurred in Alexander's third year and almost resulted in his being ‘cast down’. He and some of his counterparts became extremely intoxicated and proceeded to cause a fire that resulted in the partial burning down of the Library. In the end, it was only Icander's influence that saved the young men, his comment about the situation bening something along the lines of “boys will be boys, hell I did worse in my youth”. During the Civil war Alexander was around 14 years, the school was closed and the boys returned home. He was left alone on the estate with only the servants and one of his friends, Brak - who was staying at the estate of Icander as his father was away to fight and did not feel comfortable leaving his son in the presence of his servants who he feared may hold marxist sympathy. Icander was full instated as an officer of the CDF reserve and was promoted to the rank of brigádní generál and was put in charge of the 3rd obranná západní brigáda. His job was to deal with any potential popular uprisings in Region WEST. Following the end of the Civil War, Icander decided to use his connections to receive a transfer to SVOBODA where he became a fierce proponent of President Kozlov and one of his inner circle. Icander would be approached by Kozlov for military advance on a regular informal basis. Following the war Alexander returned to school, became head boy and completed his time in secondary education. Alexander then attended the University of Novograd reading Classics, whilst attending school he became close with one of his professors - one professor, Rock-Gram, who convinced young Alexander to join the Society for Classical Preservation he did and still keeps in touch with the society today, during his time with the SCP he assisted on many digs and the shanagions that followed their time in Syria 2014. Alexander left University with a first in Classics & Archaeology and a Second in Military History. Once leavening University Alexander was convinced by his uncle to let him enroll Alexander at the Vojenská Akademie údolí nadřazená. He agreed and in 2016 Alexander graduated as a poručík. Icander used his influence once again to assist young Alexander in his life - at this point, Icander sees Alexander as more of a son than just something he is doing out of honour he genuinely cares for the young officer. In keeping with his, Icander has Alexander placed onto the staff of an old civil war friend generálmajor Azimov, in an effort to have the young officer learn from a brilliant officer. He conducted minor tasks and took notes in meetings. Durning one exercise named ‘toupající měsíc’ Alexander was allowed to directly help plan the initial attack as a form of training and this had a profound effect on Alexander who grew fond of the planning stages of operations and the deep thought required. It was obvious that this young talented officer - who by all accounts was pretty exemplary- was on a fast track for high office, he was being groomed for it, most of the pre-requests were met; a hook in power, top-tier education, mingling with the top brass, academic excellence in the academy. All he required to advance his career would be a combat command and then he could return to the planning that he so desired and loved. After one posting his battlefield would he his nice, warm stuffy office where he could sit down, have a coffee, look at a training exercise or draw up the rough outlines for a war plan for a war that would never come. No need for a man of his intellectual prowess to get his shiny polished parade shows wet, running around ‘training’, because after all ‘training’ for what, Radek is in power and all is good. Thus young Alexander embarked to join his new unit. Icander had managed to secure him a place in the highly regarded SVOBODA, leaning a platoon. He struggled when commanding his men he was not used to the impermanence of the common soldier and how he would be judged for not being deceived and taking time to consider the best course of action. Anyway, he thought only 6 six months and then back to comfort and reason. All of these men were hard, rough and robust physically and mentally. On the outside, Alexander was all of these things he was physically fit probably the more so than the men as he was taught in the academy that to lead ‘one must be able to out endure the hardships of one's subordinates’. However, mentally Alexander was nervous he was not sure how he would hold up under pressure and how he would react to being fired upon. Icander was asked at the outbreak of the 18’ virus how best to contain it and he gave his advice as always. It is unclear what this was but whatever he said it clearly was null. Thus months into the infection with Miroslavl’ under threat, Icander recommended that SVOBODA should be deployed where all other forces failed. His nephew included. He tried to have Alexander pulled from the unit, however, it was too late, the movement too rapid and desperate. The garrison was gone. Surely the son he never had, the boy he had raised and loved was being sent to his death in South Zag. Icander struggled to reconcile the fact that this was his doing. In the end, Icander told himself that it was the best for the country and that the boy would “either fly or die”.
Sorry, I had logged at this point, I did not see the situation pertaining to the trail or any of the rule break. I would like to add that I did witness @Sylva use the OOC VOIP and agree with his conclusion about the situation. Also, I did feel that the OCC chat was a bit excessive but that's just me. However, I do not feel that any of the infractions I witnessed particularly ruined my RP. I felt that I was a pretty cool situation and I hope you guys work it out.
Nothing significant occurred for the first 17 years of Jack's life. Even after these years, his life was pretty standard. He began university at the University of Aberdeen, where he attained his MA in Theology and Religious studies. Even still Jack wasn't a religious man, he simply found; how religion has influenced and shaped people and society, interesting. Whilst completing his MA he decided that a career in academia is what will fulfill him the most. After graduation, he did his postgraduate studies at the University of Edinburgh in Classical Archaeology and Ancient History. Jack remained at the University of Edinburgh whilst he finished his Ph.D. in Classical Studies. After completing his doctorate, he was offered a position as the assistant to the head of the archeological dig group. This group would conduct research and excavate sites across the globe. At some point within his 6 year period with the group, he became the director. Following this, a teaching position was offered. He accepted and worked for tenure. However, he and another prof. were dismissed after it emerged that they had taken part in a Roman style orgy with students. The two professor -shamed- left. finding work was tough as the event had been a major scandal amongst the academic community. A number of adventures followed. But in the end, a job was found at the University of Novograd with tenure, teaching Classical Civ. Following a meeting of the Society for Classical Preservation, Jack and some other members wished to use the time of chaos realize a dream that he had for the previous 15 years. Out of the ashes of the old broken social order, he would resurrect the ancient and rebuild according to his own design.