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#Tundra-Soldiers
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[ PERSONAL INTEL ]

Name
Timur Anatoly
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Age
42 years

Gender
Male

Personality
{Wise}
_{Timur has lived a long life, and learned many things along his way. It is not strange that he shares his vast knowledge with all he knows. Because of all his experience, he is respected by even members of the Neue army.}

{Unwavering}
_{Timur does not flinch, or turn away at signs of danger. He does what he must, being merciful yet cold. He'll kill a cat if they seek to harm him, his family, or anyone from his country. However he believes you are innocent until proven otherwise.}

{Proud}
_{Insulting him or his country is not tolerated. Timur is strong and won't hesitate to slap people that offend him or his country. Or his family, for that matter.}

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History
{Love at First Sight}
_{His father, Viktor, served in WW1, where he met Timur's mother, Anabelle. She was from the United Kingdom. They fell in love at first sight, staying together for the time that Viktor's squad was stationed there. However, it was short-lived, his squad was re-positioned and sent to another city. Little did either of them know, but Anabelle was pregnant. A few months later Anabelle's town was raided, and when Viktor heard he was enraged. He demanded to be part of the recovery team, and when he arrived there made sure she was okay. She'd made it through the raid with no injuries-- Mainly because the German raiders had refused to harm a pregnant woman. He was surprised at this wonderful news. However, when he told his Lieutenant, he refused to let him stay. His squad was needed elsewhere. Viktor promised that when this war was over, he'd return to Anabelle.
Two weeks later Anabelle received a letter in the mail telling of his death.}

{Now You}
_{As a child, Timur was energetic and playful, causing mischief and trouble everywhere he went. His mother told him stories about his father, the brave soldier from Russia. So little Timur pretended to be a soldier, using a stick as his 'gun'. One day, a German soldier from a squad now stationed near the town came by the yard, seeing the young boy playing with his stick like it was a gun. The cat laughed, came over, and took the stick, holding it properly and showing the boy, making gun noises. He then handed the stick back to the boy. "Now you," His voice had a thick German accent.
Anabelle came outside with a sandwich on a plate, dropping it when she saw the soldier. "Timur, dear, come here," The boy shook his head, holding the stick right this time and making gun noises like the soldier had. The German patted the boy's head, smiling. Anabelle had seen soldiers just like him slaughter hundreds of people in the cities. "Timur, come here now!" Her voice wavered. The German opened his mouth in dismay. "You have a wonderful child, ma'am, and maybe you should be more open to others," His English wasn't very good, but he made his point across. Timur begrudgingly returned to his mother, dropping the stick and folding his arms. Anabelle told her son to go inside, watching as the German turned to leave. Last-second, the soldier turned, pulled out his gun, and shot, hitting Anabelle in the shoulder. After doing this, he ran, bolting down the street.
Anabelle recovered with only a small scar, but her loathing and fear of the Germans was stronger. She told Timur never to trust them, as they were heartless and cruel.}

{A Girl}
_{As a young teenager, Timur was wary of the Germans. They'd taken the town, and soldiers roamed the streets at night, beating up those that dared stay out. The young cat had gotten a crush on a girl at his school named Marie. He heard that she'd been abused by some drunk German men and had her virginity taken, so he stayed out the next night to get back. They surrounded him, five of them, and at first he held them off. Two of them grabbed his arms and another tackled him down, pinning him to the ground. They kicked him over and over, beating all the ignorance out of him. Needless to say, Marie was flattered that he'd tried to get back at them, so she flirted with him over the next few days and soon they were a couple. It was very romantic until one day she stopped showing up at school. Confused, as he'd heard of nothing happening, he went to her family's house, only to find it empty. She hadn't even left behind a letter. This broke his heart. He knew only one thing could've happened.
Hearing that he was single, a shy girl named Emily finally worked up the courage to talk to him. She became his friend and supported him through his mourning, though he was completely oblivious to her subtle flirting.}

{I Love You}
_{Though the war had been over for some time, many Germans and other outsiders resided in the UK. Timur didn't like this one bit, as they still were abusing, or at least bullying, his friends and family. He decided to join the army, but his best friend Emily wouldn't have it. Timur was only nineteen, and too young for combat according to her. "Why can't I join the army? Even if we aren't in a war, I don't care, I want to train!" Timur protested to her. She shook her head. "You know how tough army training is. And don't you want to go to Russia? If you join the British army, you'll be stuck here." Timur sighed. "Alright, I'll join the Russian army. But I don't care how hard training is!" Emily slapped him. "I can't lose you!" He grabbed her arm. "Why do you care so much?!" He yelled at her. She winced, starting to tear up. "Because I love you. As more than a friend." She said quietly. He frowned. "Really? I never thought..." He trailed off, looking at his feet. Emily reached up and touched his cheek, a sad look in her eyes. She pulled her hand away. "And you don't return the feeling, as I thought." He grabbed her hand, holding it. "Of course I do. I just never realized it before." With his other hand, he lifted her chin, and kissed her.
Timur and Emily left for Russia together, and there he convinced her to let him join the army, promising to be careful.}

{Endure the Pain}
_{Training was hard, as Emily had predicted. Timur worked hard, perhaps harder than any other recruit, which caused the others not to like him much. Besides, he wasn't from Russia, didn't speak the language well, and often made English remarks to things. They would play pranks on him, trying to get him to leave. At one point, as they were crawling through mud under barbed wire, they knocked the wire down onto him, entangling his leg. But Timur didn't let it slow him down. He dragged the wire with him, ignoring the pain as it dug into his leg, and still made it to the other side first. Though it had cut deep, so he had to be tended to by a doctor for a couple days. It left scars. However Timur had shown his persistence, and was made a Private after not too long. News made it to him that his wife, Emily, had given birth to a son. Scrawled at the bottom of the letter was a note. "Mother died moments after childbirth. Extreme blood loss."
Timur had to endure the pain, both from his leg and his loss. But he knew he had a son waiting for him at home, being taken care of by one of Emily's sisters.}

{Erik}
_{Timur had finished training, so he was able to return home. His son was named Erik, and was now three years old. Timur loved him so, so much. Erik was the same color as his mother, but with all the markings of his father. And his eyes. They were just like her's. Erik was hyper and ran around all the time, and though he didn't quite welcome Timur right at first he soon grew fond of him. Erik shared Timur's young fascination with the military, especially the weapons. When Erik was eight years old, Timur taught him how to use a knife, and at thirteen, how to use a gun. When Erik was fifteen, he started staying out later and later, and when Timur confronted him about it Erik finally admitted that he was spending time with a girl. He liked her, but she didn't like him, even though he'd asked her out. But she pitied him and kept him around. So Timur laughed at Erik, scolding him for staying out late but telling him to never stop trying. So Erik asked her out again a week later, and still she said no. It was breaking Erik's heart. Eventually Erik gave up, which Timur bugged him about for a while.
However, when Erik turned seventeen, he had a growth spurt, and came to have the looks he had now. Ana had gone and joined the military, and with renewed confidence at his new height (Erik was taller than his father) he started training as well, becoming a Private at 18.
During all this time... Timur had ranked up several times, now a Captain-- Until the General was killed in battle. Timur was surprised when he was chosen to fill this rank at the age of 42. He hasn't been General long, but is dedicated to his country and army.
The war has only just begun... And already the quarrels began to get more violent by the day.}

Likes
<sub>- Honor
- His son
- Novoye and it's soldiers
- Planning battles</sub>

Dislikes
<sub>-Violence without good reason
- ... His son
- Neue in general
- Losing battles</sub>

[ MILITARY STATUS ]

Military
Novoye Union

Rank
General

Squad
N/A

[ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ]

Breed
Siberian mix

Body Type
Stocky, muscular. About 5'9.

Scars
{Lip}
_{From the fight as a teen with German men.}

{Back & Shoulder}
_{From the fight as a teen with German men.}

{Left Leg}
_{From training to join the Novoye military.}

Fur
Tan, somewhat pointed. Very soft, kinda long.

[ RELATIONS ]

Family
Mother: Anabelle Dormell
Father: Viktor Anatoly
Siblings: none

Wife: Emily Anatoly/Whiren
Crush(es): n/a
Children: Erik Anatoly [link]

Novoye
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Neue
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Other
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