Fandom Metro: The Promised Land CS

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Full credit goes to Dante Redgrave for the word from the Commander.

A Brief Word From The Commander
I
It was exactly 0500 in the the morning. As everyone was starting to get up and get ready for today's trip. The commanders voice would come on over the intercom "Everyone on my train please go to the mess hall. Then grab a packet and take a seat.
Fill in the following using the instructions as I made this personally. This will be going on your official records. So don't be a smartass and disobey a direct order. As everything in parentheses should be taken seriously, and as an order. So do fill this out in a professional mannerism. As it will be going in your records. it will also be going in my personal documents. Information will only be shared with Myself, The Spartans, Medical Staff, and Your Superiors (If applicable). This is in order to make sure everyone is safe, and are taken care of properly. (Do delete everything in parentheses.) So without a further hold up. You may now fill this out.



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(Realistic Art or Images, Please)
Dog Tag's
(Last Name, First Name, Rank, Blood Type)
Name:
(You get the idea)

Calling Card
(Nickname)

Rank/Job
(You get the picture)

P.I.D.
(Identification Number. Ignore if not a Spartan.)

Height and Weight

Parental Information
(Who are your parents?)

Markings
(Scars, tattoos, etc.)

Clothing

Weapon Mastery
(What's their knowledge of weapons?)

Weapons Carried
(Civilians and doctors can carry one sidearm, Guards can carry a primary and a sidearm, and Spartan's and the Commander can carry three weapons: two primaries, and a pneumatic weapon. Don't worry, they have so many weapons because they go on literally the most dangerous missions, and it's only these weapons and their training and make sure they don't die horribly)​

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

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Dont look like this anymore...Ah the bad old days.

(FC: Ruby Rose)
Dog Tag's
Kravchenko, Svesdana, Captain, O-

Name:
Svesdana Kravshenko

Calling Card
Sawbones

Rank/Job
Doctor/Captain

P.I.D.
724186

Height and Weight
5ft 11in

Parental Information
Ex Red soldier dead dad. Cook mum likely also dead. What does it matter?

Markings
Oh seriously? You really need this? You got eyes dont you? If not come and see me immediately, preferably with someone guiding you. Like my big scar on the right thigh, along with missing muscle causing me pain and to limp. Oh and the obvious burn scar on my face and various other injuries from previous fight. Like the bite scar on my shoulder from a nosalis.

Clothing
Aahh one of the benefits of my discharge is to wear some comfortable civvies.

Weapon Mastery
Have training and experience with most firearms due to my time as a frontline combat medic. However was a bit of a cowboy gunslinger, pretty accurate with a Revolver, Lolife or an Ashot. Kinda necessary as medic afterall, usually only having one hand to fire back when dragging your worthless injured asses from the fire line. Only got better since my injuries and can do a few twirls and trick shots if need be.

Weapons Carried
It was sad day i had to trade in my kalash however i have found a new friend. A Lolife which i modify according to needs but mostly have it with a reflex sight, extended barrel extended mag and auto fire option though like it to keep it on semi. Laser sights? those are for blind pussies i was even reluctant to put a reflex sight.​

 

[screaming armadillo]

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Dog Tag's
Levitsky, Viktor, Corporal, B+
Name:
Viktor Levitsky

Calling Card
The only ones he recalls are not for polite company.

Rank/Job
Corporal/Guard

P.I.D.

Height and Weight
176cm 70kg

Parental Information
Pig farmers from Dinamo station. Both still alive.

Markings
Incompletely healed stab wound on left shoulder. Little more than nubs left of the pinky and ring finger on his left hand.

Clothing



Weapon Mastery
Handled all the common weapons of the metro with varying amount of experience. The bastard is unfortunately his most familiar gun. Would be using it if he hadn't been clumsy enough to lose two fingers, so until he gets some practice in the duplet is probably the safer gun. Should go without saying that the stuff meant for Spartans or the filthy rich can be pretty foreign matters.

Weapons Carried
Duplet and Revolver​

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Dog Tag's
Laska, Aleksander, AB +

Name:
Aleksander Laska

Calling Card
"Alek"

Rank/Job
Ryadovoy (Private) in the Spartan Order

P.I.D.
1257560378

Height and Weight
6'1, 150 lbs.

Parental Information
Aleksy Laska (Deceased)

Lena Nowak Laska (Alive)

Markings
A few scars here and there, mainly on his face. Has a tattoo of his blood type on his left arm

Clothing

Weapon Mastery
On par with an extremely skilled soldier, but he's still learning.

Weapons Carried
Kalash with a reflex sight

Duplet

Tikhar
​

 

[Becker]

Dog Tag:
Kerensky, Sergei, Sergeant (ret.), A-.

Name:
Sergei Kerensky.

Calling Card:
старик - 'Starik' ~ "Old man."

Rank/Job:
Sergeant (ret.) - Gunsmith.

Height and Weight:
5'10, 164lbs.

Parental Information:
Just another orphan from the world's ending.

Markings:
On his upper left collarbone would be the worn down tattooed remains of his old service number from his past in the Red Line, just underneath near his left nipple is a soviet-star in all it's fashionable and communist glory.

Clothing:
(See photo)

Weapon Mastery
Extensive, having been a armorer for the Red-Army prior to a incident that lead to his forced retirement when a novice technician somehow managed to misfire a half-dismantled Kalash and the offending bullet lodged it's way into Sergei's back; forcing him to now use a walking-stick to aid his movements.

Weapons Carried:
Upon his retirement and honoring his services in the Red Army, Sergei was presented with a Officer model revolver though it was little more than the standard Nagant M1895 but with a noticeably better finish.​

 

[Beutelwolf]

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Dog Tag's
Tsiolkovsky, Yuri, Specialist, O- (not that anyone knows they exist)

Name: Yuri Tsiolkovsky

Calling Card
Anomaly

Rank/Job
(Former) Technical and electrical Specialist- Electrical Engineer

Height and Weight
5’11, 150lbs

Parental Information
Marina Tsiolkovskia (deceased)

Aleksander Tsiolkovsky (deceased)

Markings
Has a red star on his right forearm which is keeps covered up with a bandage since the D6 incident. His left arm is covered shoulder to wrist with a circuitry design. It’s sometimes only partially covered.

Clothing

Weapon Mastery
Even though he was classified as a specialist, his basic training with the Red Line required he be proficient in most types of weaponry. He was a fairly decent shot with anything he could get his hands on, but only being issued a side arm, he fell out of practice with anything other than a pistol. He’s a trained fighter though and can handle himself

Weapons Carried
A Tokarev TT-33 that has been in the family since before the war and a combat knife he keeps holstered to his hip.

 

[idiot]

Dog Tag
Kazakov, Emilia, Engineer, B+

Name
Emilia Vadimovich Kazakov

Calling Card
"Em" - close friends
"принцесса" (Printsessa/Princess) - father & her comrades back 'home'

Rank/Job
Mechanic/Train Engineer

P.I.D.
N/A.

Height and Weight
5'6", 110lbs.

Parental Information
Falsified: Grigory & Alisa Kazakov (mechanic & seamstress respectively - both alive).

Markings
Just the regular cuts and scars that come along with living in the Metro. A somewhat deep scar on the middle of her back. A fresh, controlled burn can be found on her shoulderblade, remnants of a tattoo underneath and surrounding the burn are apparent but what the tattoo was is unknown.

Clothing
Similar to the photo above, Emilia is usually sporting a black tank top which is messily torn to expose her lower torso. Tight-fitting, dark cargo pants with a pair of old boots. Over the top she is usually wearing an oversized jacket, the hood trimmed with fur and the patches on the shoulders have seemingly been removed.

Weapon Mastery
A master of blades, Emilia is dexterous and incredibly fast with bladed weaponry. Has a mean swing with a blunt weapon, especially her trusty wrench. In terms of guns, Emilia is not a fan of automatic weaponry nor an expert and prefers something more precise and silent. Knows her way around snipers, maybe more than she lets on.

Weapons Carried
A pouch loaded with throwing knives, two trench knives in either boot and a trusty wrench. A Clapper (VSSK Vychlop) which is odd for a mechanic, especially considering the rarity of the weapon, engraved on the weapon is:
"принцесса
отец"​

 

[Slav]

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Dog Tag's
Vilkas, Linas, Private First Class, O+

Name:
Linas Vilkas

Calling Card
волк- Volk- Wolf

Rank/Job
Private First Class/Guard

P.I.D.
N/A

Height and Weight
6'0 and 181 lbs

Parental Information

Darius Vilkas - Deceased

Laura Vilkas -Deceased or Missing


Markings
He has a few scars scattered around his body but his most notable marking is the two lightning bolts(SS) on his right arm. He's not very proud of his involvement with these groups in his earlier days so he tries to keep it covered as much as possible.

Clothing

Weapon Mastery
Being a guard, Linas is extremely proficient in using firearms and to a certain degree close combat. He lacks knowledge in bladed weaponry, only having experience with combat knives.

Weapons Carried
Linas's prefered weapon is the RPK and his sidearm is a Revolver. He also carries a combat knife but that is only used in close combat or as a last resort. Molotov Cocktails can also be seen used by him occasionally.​

 

[Boombox]

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Dog Tags
Dimitry Krasnopolskin, Sergeant, B-

Name:
Dimitry Krasnopolskin

Calling Card
‘Dima’

Rank/Job
Serzhant(Sergeant)/Spartan

P.I.D
1257560378

Height and Weight
5’10, 167 lbs

Parental Information
Unknown, orphaned.

Markings
Extensive scarring across his body from his long time in service of The Order, most notably the minor burn running from his neck up to his right cheek, along with some new additions from the D6 conflict.

Clothing

Unlike most of his comrades, Dima keeps his load lighter. Can’t outrun a pack of hungry beasts or sneak past brigands in heavy armour.

Weapon Mastery
Extensive knowledge that comes with The Order’s training with years of experience on top. Dima was usually running the weapon drills for lower ranking members.

Though certainly not a master of his craft, he has a fair bit of knowledge on all fields of weaponry, their operation and most importantly their maintenance.

Weapons Carried
His loadout is reflecting his mindset for packing light and as such he carries his trusty AK-74 with a 2x sight slapped on top along with double-action six shot revolver, a classic.
All while giving up his pneumatic weapon in favour of a simple yet quite effective trench knife.

 

[Dante Redgrave]

Commander Diablo "Shadow Fang"

Spoiler: A Brief Word From The Commander

Fill in the following using the instructions as I made this personally. This will be going on your official records. So don't be a smartass and disobey a direct order. As everything in parentheses should be taken seriously, and as an order. So do fill this out in a professional mannerism. As it will also be going in my personal documents. Information will only be shared with Myself, The Spartans, Medical Staff, and Your Superior. This is in order to make sure everyone is safe, and are taken care of properly. Do delete everything in parentheses. So without a further hold up. You may now fill this out.

Spoiler: Face Claim

Spoiler: Height and Weight

Spoiler: Height

6 Foot 4 Inches

Spoiler: Weight

175lbs. Solid Muscle

Spoiler: Parental Information

Spoiler: Mother

Spoiler: Name

Fang, Ciera

Spoiler: Rank/Title

Colonial/Col.

Spoiler: Job

Home Base Military Medical Doctor

Spoiler: Father

Spoiler: Name

Shadow, Scar

Spoiler: Rank/Title

Master Gunnery Sergeant

Spoiler: Job

Highest Ranking Commander At Home Base

Spoiler: Markings

Spoiler: Tattoos

Spoiler: Scars

All my scars are covered up by my tattoos, but I am covered in them

Spoiler: CCSA

Spoiler: Clothing

Spoiler: Head

Spoiler: Torso

Spoiler: Legs

Spoiler: Belt

It may be a bracelet buts it's the closest i could find to the design I was looking for. So imagine it in the form of a belt

The buckle on the belt

Spoiler: Small Of Back Sheath and Guns

Design

Top is right side, and Bottom is left side.

Spoiler: Feet

Spoiler: Weapon Mastery

Spoiler: Melee

Anything with a blade

Spoiler: Ranged

Anything with a trigger

Spoiler: Weapons Carried

Spoiler: Melee

Knife in belt buckle
Survival knife strapped to right chest

Spoiler: Ranged

Dual Pistols
Bastard
Bulldog
Valve

Spoiler: Relationship

N/A ATM

Spoiler: Biography

Grew up in a military family. Father was the head commander on base, and mother the head on base military Doctor. Mum was always fixing up those who didn't die outside of the base. Dad was always making sure everything ran smoothly. So with all my free time. I spent training with the rest of the Spartans. Along with personal lesson's from my older brother. From the town I was five I knew I wanted to be my father's successor. So I immediately started to work out training my physical body. I would also begin learning anything, and everything I could on tactics. When I turned 14 I started running missions with real Spartans. Of course without the knowledge of my parents. When I was 15 I took a couple of bullet's God it stung like hell, but I didn't let it stop me from killing my enemies. Damn maw was pissed when I walked into her office with bullet holes. Paw understood though, and made me a true Spartan on my sixteenth birthday. Of course that meant going through basic training. Luckily the new Spartan in charge of that area waa the one who originally trained me. Which was my oldest brother. He gave made me run through all the simulations he had set up, and after finishing them all I had earned my place a rank among the Spartans. Surprisingly my father called me into his office and promoted me to the rank of a Spartan Commander on my seventeenth birthday. As on my last mission the commander got killed, and I took control giving orders. The other Spartans didn't take me seriously at first. Until they watched me use something that I had picked up on. Which happened to be balls of steel. I walked out into open combat taking out all the enemies that had us pinned down. A bullet barely grazing my right hip. That earned me their respect by living up to the name. Sometimes I call it a curse my mutation. As I don't age as fast as others. Hence why I look so young. I had several missions after that one. I'm 28 now, and one I heard about a mission to leave the main base. Adventuring out into the world. Of course I took my shoot, but don't think that just because my father is the top commander. That I was just handed this position, because I wasn't. I fought tooth, and nail for this position. I've poured my blood out on the battlefield more times to count. If it wasn't for my tattoos. Then I would be quite literally covered in scars. So for this of you who knew to my train welcome aboard, and those of you who know me form the battlefield. It's about damn time we're together again.

Spoiler: DOG TAG, PID, CALLING CARD

Dog Tag's
Shadow Fang, Diablo, Spartan "Commander", A+

Calling Card
Shadow Fang, Commander, Wolf

P.I.D.
1937824605

 

[Dante Redgrave]

That was pretty much my Orginal version that I had created for the sheet lol. Except the last spoiler lol. Which I had included somewhere lol, but yeah lol.

 

[Togy]

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Dog Tag's
Fischer, Adler
Private First Class, 0-

Name:
Adler Fischer

Calling Card
Fritz, or whatever other vaguely offensive German related words you want to call him

Rank/Job
A newly minted Spartan, Private First Class

P.I.D.
1438763304

Height and Weight
5'5, 152 LB

Parental Information
Tobias and Amelia Fischer, two very unlucky German tourists that chose a very bad time to visit Moscow. Both are long dead.

Markings
N/A

Clothing
The exact same thing he's wearing in the FC, just with the combat gas mask helmet

Weapon Mastery
Having only begun training with firearms 3 months prior to becoming a Spartan in a desperate bid to get out of the Metro before the numerous people he pissed off finally killed him, Adler's marksmanship is unsurprisingly average at best. He's okay with pistols, good with rifles, meh with shotguns, and piss poor with heavy weapons.

Weapons Carried
Adler's first weapon is a standard issue AK-74 handed to the new Spartan recruits. Even after all his time of having it he still shakes dust out of it and the thing looks like it's held together by Scotch tape and Elmer's glue, but it's worked perfectly anyway. Must be because it's an AK. Attached to the gun's barrel is a combat knife acting as a bayonet, a flashlight, and a laser pointer. It has no scope, but the iron sights are easy to use.
His second weapon is a Makarov pistol he found on patrol in the tunnels and cleaned up. The metal looks rough and worn and the handle looks a little dirty, but he's fixed it up as best as he knew how to. The gun still works pretty well, often never jamming and only having to be cleaned every week or so.
Finally, Adler's third weapon is an old pneumatic gun cobbled together from pipes and air tanks. It's bulky and hard to use, so he leaves it alone at base most of the time.​