Post by Mikhail Kobodov on Apr 10, 2008 17:13:18 GMT 1
Name: Mikhail Kobodov
Nickname: None currently in use
Physical Appearance:
Chosen Country: Russia
Bio: Born into a poor Russian family, Mikhail was spotted sneaking into a army tent in Siberia when he was 12. Beaten and brought to the Polkovnik Michael was ordered to be shot next morning.
Alone and cold in the cell that night Mikhail believed it was the end. A bang on the door early next morning and the Polkovnik burst in furiously.
"WHERE IS IT?" he cried.
"What?"
"Don't lie to me boy!"
"I..I...don't have anything...please, sir, I want to go home, back to..."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" bellowed the Polkovnik, "THAT'S ONE LIE TOO MANY"
Above the scuffling outside the cell door a rifle was cocked. The gunshot filled the entire room with a deafening noise. Then silence...
Rumoured to be a painting of the young Mikhail commissioned years later
"Listen closely my boy," said the old general, "for I have something to tell you."
"What is it uncle?" replied Mikhael
"Tomorrow I will be personally leading the troops into the battle" said the General, wiping a tear from his eye.
"But...but...thats suicide - you're a General, you shouldn't be doing that," replied Mikhail, horrified.
"Not for much longer my boy. I am falling out of favour with the Tzar. He has summoned me after the battle; his purpose I do not know. If I am going to die, then I will at least die valiantly for the Tzar and not like some strung up bear."
"...but ...uncle..."
"Hush now dear boy. I'm old. Ever since I faked your death and took you as my own I have been watching over you.
Perhaps because you reminded me of my own son a long time ago. He died in vain; I will not let the same happen again. The Tzar likes you, you have shown great promise and will become a great leader in this country. I will not drag you down with me."
"Uncle..."
"Not another word my boy. Take this letter and show it to the Tzar tomorrow in my stead. Keep strong dear boy and be brave."
Perhaps out of grief for the loss of his adoptive uncle, Mikhail politely turned down the Tzars offer to become General of the Russian army and instead requested that he be put in charge of the economy; to which the Tzar accepted seeing the skill in which the young man had shown.
Nickname: None currently in use
Physical Appearance:
Chosen Country: Russia
Bio: Born into a poor Russian family, Mikhail was spotted sneaking into a army tent in Siberia when he was 12. Beaten and brought to the Polkovnik Michael was ordered to be shot next morning.
Alone and cold in the cell that night Mikhail believed it was the end. A bang on the door early next morning and the Polkovnik burst in furiously.
"WHERE IS IT?" he cried.
"What?"
"Don't lie to me boy!"
"I..I...don't have anything...please, sir, I want to go home, back to..."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" bellowed the Polkovnik, "THAT'S ONE LIE TOO MANY"
Above the scuffling outside the cell door a rifle was cocked. The gunshot filled the entire room with a deafening noise. Then silence...
Rumoured to be a painting of the young Mikhail commissioned years later
***Twelve years later***
"Listen closely my boy," said the old general, "for I have something to tell you."
"What is it uncle?" replied Mikhael
"Tomorrow I will be personally leading the troops into the battle" said the General, wiping a tear from his eye.
"But...but...thats suicide - you're a General, you shouldn't be doing that," replied Mikhail, horrified.
"Not for much longer my boy. I am falling out of favour with the Tzar. He has summoned me after the battle; his purpose I do not know. If I am going to die, then I will at least die valiantly for the Tzar and not like some strung up bear."
"...but ...uncle..."
"Hush now dear boy. I'm old. Ever since I faked your death and took you as my own I have been watching over you.
Perhaps because you reminded me of my own son a long time ago. He died in vain; I will not let the same happen again. The Tzar likes you, you have shown great promise and will become a great leader in this country. I will not drag you down with me."
"Uncle..."
"Not another word my boy. Take this letter and show it to the Tzar tomorrow in my stead. Keep strong dear boy and be brave."
Perhaps out of grief for the loss of his adoptive uncle, Mikhail politely turned down the Tzars offer to become General of the Russian army and instead requested that he be put in charge of the economy; to which the Tzar accepted seeing the skill in which the young man had shown.
