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#1 Jason_Williams

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Posted 05 October 2016 - 22:03

Everyone,

 

The New Career will have a certain feature where you will be able to choose a personal background for each career, this "personality" will have a Name, Age, Country, Photo and… Biography.
 
You will be able to select a biography from an existing list. We need help to create such default biographies.
 
A Biography may be:
1. TOTALLY Fictional - but it should be closely related with real world history, time and places.
2. SEMI-Real - you may take a real pilot biography and re-work it, but remove some details which can't be used UNIVERSALLY. 
 
Biographies should be UNIVERSAL - this means that:
1. History which is contained by biogrpahy should be trunkated by Summer of 1916
2. There should be no victories, awards, ranks (except Second Leutenant or NCO in the middle of biography), promotions noted
3. $[name] tag instead of pilot Full name
4. $[firstName] tag instead of pilot First name
5. $[lastName] tag instead of pilot Last name
6. $[startRank] tag instead of pilot rank at the moment of career start
7. $[startRank] tag instead of pilot squad at the moment of career start
8. $[age] tag instead of pilot age at the moment of career start
9. $[startDate] tag instead of date at the moment of career start
10. $[birthdate] tag instead of pilot date of birth
11. <i>text</i> may be used for itallic text7. There should be more than 2500 characters in the text.
12. There should be <p> and </p> tags in the start and in the end of paragraphs
 
Here is an example from Rise of Flight that made the cut.

 

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Sportsman - German pilot biography
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<p>Born an only child on $[birthDate] in Apia, the capital city of the then 
German Pacific island possession, Samoa, $[name] grew up tough, playing in the plantations with the local Samoan children, much to the dismay of his widower father - a civil servant in the colonial administration. In 1914, in a last-ditch effort to civilize him, $[name] was sent back to Germany by steamer to study engineering at university. However, the announcement of hostilities and an onboard friendship struck up with an expatriate German officer quickly changed his mind. 
He enlisted in the Imperial German Army immediately upon arrival in Hamburg. </p>
<p>Due to his excellent physical condition he flew through the army’s tests and began training with his new regiment in 1915. Despite the unaccustomed cold and unfamiliar surroundings, his athleticism, initiative and stamina served him well in training. He became a machine gunner in the third platoon and quickly attained the rank of corporal.</p>
<p>In 1915 his unit arrived at the front as reinforcements in the second Battle of Ypres. While marching up to the communication trenches they were detected by British aerial artillery spotters who directed devastating fire upon their columns. Without even firing a single round in anger, the regiment was annihilated on the spot. $[name] escaped with his life but was hit by shrapnel in both legs. Several months in a military hospital followed. Although able to walk relatively freely and despite his vigorous protests to the contrary, he was deemed unfit for frontline service and was assigned to the Staff officers' mess as an orderly.</p>
<p>While serving in the mess, he encountered his former shipmate, now returned to the ranks and serving as a Colonel. Through his influence, $[name] managed to secure a transfer to the Imperial German Air Service as an aerial observer in an Albatros C-Ia. His previous gunnery training put him in good stead for this new role and he quickly claimed two hostile aircraft – spotters for British artillery. The thrill of flight grabbed him from the start and he began to campaign for pilot training.</p>
<p> At the beginning of 1916, his commanding officer finally succumbed to his incessant requests and allowed him to be trained as a pilot. Although not the most diligent of students, nor the most natural of pilots, he nevertheless managed to graduate in the middle of his class. To his father’s further dismay, he was now officially a pilot. By this stage, the aerial war was beginning to take on increased significance and casualties on all sides were mounting alarmingly, and so it came to be, that on $[startdate], at the age of $[age], $[name] reported for duty to the Kommandant of $[squad]. His war was just beginning. </p>
 
The above example was for WWI so it is a little exotic, but you get the idea. WWII pilots for Germany and the Soviet Union usually had more mundane, common backgrounds, but each pilot is unique and they came from all walks of life. Please help us create interesting backstories for your future IL-2 Sturmovik pilot avatar in the new Career mode.
 
Note: The biographies should end with the invasion of the Soviet Union. This way the biography can be applied to any theater. This will take some creativity, but I know you guys can do it.
 
Please post your work below and we will check it.
 
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#2 Trupobaw

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Posted 06 October 2016 - 01:21

point 7. what is proper tag for starting squadron? I'm using $[startSquad] below. 

 

Fictionalised Franz Stigler bio. Of course, please correct where I get ahead of my English.

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German Lufthansa pilot 
 
Born in rural part of Bavaria on $[birthdate] as younger of two brothers, $[name] was an aviator from his childhood. Like many German schoolboys of his generation he was part of local flying club, using a primitive glider that he and his friends built themselves in a shed. After the Gymnasium $[firstName] took government-sponsored piloting course while studying aviation engineering at University of Würzburg. He never finished the studies, accepting job offer in newly formed Lufthansa as soon as he became a certified pilot. For next few years, $[firstName]  was happily flying passenger planes to all parts of Europe and beyond. 
 
After Luftwaffe was created in 1935, Reich called pilots for whose training government paid for to service; in 1937, $[lastName] was compelled to join Luftwaffe as civilian instructor. He adamantly refused enlistment into Luftwaffe until late 1938, when one to many of his cadets - an infantry Hauptmann trying to become a pilot – refused to take orders from mere civilian. $[firstName] enlisted and the next day Hauptmann was furious to be fired from the course by instructor he outranked. $[lastName] spent next couple of years rising through the ranks as valued instructor. A flier by calling and soldier by necessity, he was preparing pilots that took part of invasions of Poland, Norway, Low Countries and France, and fought in Battle of Britain. He was content to fly, teach and stay out of the fighting until a personal tragedy changed everything.
 
August, the older brother of $[firstName], has volunteered to join the Luftwaffe to avoid being drafted into Heer. He served as pilot of  Ju 88 bomber; in October 1940 his plane crashed during takeoff for night bombing sortie over England, killing the crew. Blaming himself for staying in piloting school while his brother fought and died, $[firstName] set out to become a combat pilot himself. Despite efforts of his superiors to keep him as instructor, $[startRank] $[name] passed through additional training and, on $[startDate], begun his service with $[startSquad]. His days of peaceful flying were over.

Edited by Trupobaw, 06 October 2016 - 11:57.

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#3 Trupobaw

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Posted 06 October 2016 - 08:52

Does $[startSquad] in  German careers refer to Geschweder or Gruppe level? 

 

Fictionalised Hans Ulrich Rudel bio 

German Athlete

 

Coming from nation obsessive with physical fitness, $[name] still stood out as a dedicated sportsman. As schoolboy he was considered a slow but persistent learner; this persistence was no doubt honed over long hours of running, jumping and skiing rather than doing his homework. His interest in aviation was „just” typical – typical for generation of kids raised on war stories of Richtofen and other Great War heroes. After he finished his Gymnasium with no money for his dream of civilian aviation school, young $[firstName] planned to become physical education teacher and maybe seek fame as decathlonist. Then Luftwaffe started recruiting volunteers for pilot training and, to his surprise, $[firstName] passed the rigorous entrance exams.

 

His first combat assignment started a trend that would dominate, and almost destroy, his career. Ever slow to learn new techniques and familiarise with new planes, he was seen as bad pilot by his superiors. Other pilots saw him as odd killjoy, refusing to drink and smoke and preferring running and football to socialising in the mess. When war broke out in 1939, $[firstName] was denied combat flying; he was always first to be posted away when his Kommodore had to give up a pilot, only to persistently apply for transfer to another combat unit. He spent invasion of Poland behind a desk, invasion of France grounded, Battle of Britain and invasion of Jugoslavia in training reserve unit, and invasion of Greece hauling damaged planes to repair park then bringing them back. He practiced gunnery, bombing and formation flying as rigorously as he pursued the sports, but by the time he became a competent pilot his reputation preceded him and his Kommodores tried to get rid of him as soon as he arrived.

 

His luck finally turned on $[startDate], when he transferred to $[startSquad]. His reputation preceded him again but rather than get rid of bad pilot, his new Kommodore posted $[firstName] to Gruppe whose Kommandeur he disliked as calculated insult. The dislike was mutual and Kommandeur gave $[firstName] a fair chance to prove himself, in spite of his superiors prejudice. After 2 years of dead-end posts, at age of $[age], $[startRank] $[name] took off for his first combat sortie. It was a new beginning he worked long and hard on, and he knew his persistence will see him through.


Edited by Trupobaw, 06 October 2016 - 10:11.

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#4 Trupobaw

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Posted 06 October 2016 - 11:52

German playboy (losely inspired by Hans-Joachim Marseille)

 

Born in Berlin on $[birthdate] to the family of Imperial infrantry Hauptmann (later Reichswehr and Berlin police officer), $[name] had a difficult childhood in strange mix of poverty and decadence that was Berlin of 1920s. When he was still relatively young his parents divorced and his mother re-maried a police officer called Hochbauer; $[lastName] was forced to assume his stepfathers name at school, only to revert to his fathers name in adulthood. Rebellious and undisciplined, there was no authority boy $[firstName] would respect, neither schoolteacher or his stepfather. Only in his late teens he started treating the school seriously, graduating from Gymnasium ahead of his age and expressing desire to become a „flying officer”.

$[firstName] has severed ties with his father after divorce and reconnected with him only early in adulthood. Father introduced him to Berlin nightlife; it failed to bond father and son tohether, but determined $[firstName]s lifestyle for years to come. He joined Luftwaffe in 1938 and begun his basic military training, then his pilot training. He was often at breach of military discipline; going AWOL when confined to base, breaking from landing circiut to dogfight imaginary opponents, landing on Autobahn in middle of cross-coluntry flight and knocking farmers down with slipstream – his many infractions kept him often grounded and underpromoted.

After initial service in ground defence unit, his record as Bf-109 pilot in Battle of Britain was less than stellar. Diving away from superior enemies without orders, staying in fight when ordered to abandon it, breaking formation to chase a Spitfire from his leaders tail – the gifted but unreliable pilot was often reprimanded for acting on his own initiative, his kill claims were not confirmed and he was not promoted. Meanwhile, his nightlife in occupied France was so busy he often had to be forbidden from flying next morning. The last straw was drawn when he abandoned his Staffelkapitän who was subsequently shot down – he was removed from his Geschweder back to air defence. His fondness for banned jazz music could be forbidden, but his inability to act as wingman could not.

It took $[lastName] more than a year to get back to any frontline unit, until on $[startDate] he joined $[StartSquad] fighting on the Eastern Front. His commander quickly realised that man of his initiative is going to be either great pilot or great disciplinary problem, and set out to mold him into the former. $[firstName], on his part, was as determined to improve his standing as he was in Gymnasium. Eastern Front offering fewer opportunities for partying and womanising than France, he may even succeed.


Edited by Trupobaw, 06 October 2016 - 12:14.

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#5 Trupobaw

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Posted 06 October 2016 - 14:30

This one requires older pilot and relatively high starting rank - but so many RoF career bios were unsuitable for pilot starting as old officer, maybe we can have one in BoS that makes no sense for young private? And, I think we have some Gallad wannabies as well as Hartmann wannabies among BoS players :)
 
Losely inspired by Otto Höhne, Günther Lützow and Adolf Gallad
 
 
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German WW1 veteran
 
Born on $[birthdate] in Upper Silesia, then German Empire, $[name] was a son of town dentist. As a young man he participated in the Great War, first as infrantryman, than as an NCO, then, after first wound and recovery, as a pilot – first in recon two seater then in fighter from Jasta 32. The second wound caused by his would-be first victory put him out of fighting – by the time he recovered, the war was over, Empire lost. $[lastName]  fought to preserve the German state in Freikorpsen, against communist and pro-Polish insurgents, but found it a hollow and disgusting enterprise. In his eyes civil war was more dirty and brutal than trenches, his own comerades almost as harmful to new Germany as insurgents they fought, while his home town was lost to new Polish state in plebiscite.
 
Like many Great War veterans $[firstName] tried his strength as businessman only to repeatedly fail. Fortunately, many of his wartime friends made careers in Reichswehr and by 1930 $[lastName] was a comissioned officer. From Reichswehr he observed German state deteriorate, sad but secure in old Imperial doctrine that prohibited soldiers from having political sympathies – or antipathies. With creation of Luftwaffe he briefly became an instructor, before being promoted to command position in one of new Kampfgeschwaderen. He commanded from behind the desk for first two years of the war, sending bomber pilots against mostly military targets in all European campaigns, gradually realising that war he was fighting for was little better than street fighting of 1920s.
 
$[firstname] reached his limit during early invasion of Soviet Union, when was visited by two low ranking SS-men. They requested as many men as $[lastname] could spare to form up execution squads to liquidate Jews, Soviet Political Officers and other "scum". $[lastname] ordered his entire command to assemble in full dress uniforms, explained the request of SS and threatened to resign if any of his men volunteers. To their honour, none did. 
 
The NSDAP was furious with $[lastname] and his former comerade Herman Göring was not willing to protect him. Yet, he was to well known in Germany for Nazis to simply get rid of him; it wasn't 1944 yet. Instead, he was stripped of his command and given offer he could not refuse – to „volunteer” for active service as a pilot. And so, on $[startDate], freshly demoted $[startRank] $[name] begun to fly with $[startSquad]. He accepted the change gladly, giving up responsibilities he no longer wanted and ties to regime he gave up on. The Nazis are no doubt hoping the enemy will kill him; he's not young man anymore, the planes are faster, gunnery more difficult and pace of air combat much more different than anything he experienced. $[firstName] does not mind; he can  fight enemies of German people, only cause still worth fighting for, without second thoughts. 25 years ago he failed to score his first victory - or maybe to die in cockpit without seeing the defeat. Perhaps this is his second chance.

Edited by Trupobaw, 06 October 2016 - 14:38.

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Posted 06 October 2016 - 18:17

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Far East Aeroflot Pilot - Soviet Pilot Biography 
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<p>Born the third son of a Redfleetman officer stationed in Vladivostok on $[birthDate], $[name] was of significantly smaller stature than his brothers, but showed an early aptitude for mathematics as well as great skill with tasks that relied upon manual dexterity.  In late 1935, while attending university, $[firstName] took a job at a local event that featured an aerial display that included I-15 bi-planes as well as the brand new I-16 monoplane.  Having been enamored with aviation since he was a boy listening to stories of the First World War, after the pilots landed and came for refreshments [$firstName] greatly impressed the squadron leader, a pilot named Muravitzkiy, with his knowledge of aviation, engines, and aerodynamics.  A week later, he was pulled out of class by a representative of the Far Eastern Council of People's Commissars and given a great honor: he would be afforded the opportunity to join the <i>Aeroflot-Rossiyskiye avialinii</i>, which was paving the way for fast travel and transfer of goods throughout the massive Soviet Union.</p>
 
<p>[$firstName] attempted to continue his scholastic pursuits while he also worked diligently to perform his tasks for Aeroflot.  He showed such promise, however, that he was taken into the flight training program within his first month, and was forced to discontinue his studies at university.  By the spring of 1937, he was flying a Kalinin K-5 passenger route from Khabarovsk to Okha on the island of Sakhalin.  Though of his brothers he was neither the great bandy goalkeeper nor the tough-as-nails navy boxer, he had finally made his father proud.</p>
 
<p>In January 1941, [$name] was sent far away from his home and family to the other end of the world: Europe.  The Molotov-Ribbentrop pact had re-opened the sky lanes between Germany and the Soviet Union, and the demand for skilled pilots was at an all-time high.  Quickly proving to his fellows that he was not some simple yokel from the Mongolian countryside, [$firstName] flew both the Tupolev PS-35 as well as the Lisunov Li-2 from Moscow to Königsberg, on to Berlin and back again.  It was an exciting and chaotic time filled with promise and energy, and when he wasn't chasing clouds he and his fellows were chasing drinks and ladies.  The sky was the limit.  Just before dawn, on 22 June, 1941, everything changed forever.</p>
 
<p>[$firstName] and his fellows heard the radio reports as they reported for work, some chuckling that a great prank was being played.  When they arrived at the airfield, it was readily apparent that it was no prank.  Men and vehicles moved about in a rush. The Great Patriotic War had begun.  Ordered to assemble on the tarmac, instead of their flight operations supervisor they were met by an officer of the Red Army Air Force.  To a man, they were being absorbed into the [$startSquad] of the VVS.  On $[startDate], at age [$age], [$startRank] [$name] would be going to war. The lieutenant kept his speech short and to the point: "Comrades, yesterday we carried mail to Germany.  Today, we will carry bombs."</p>

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#7 Toxin1

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Posted 06 October 2016 - 20:30

Based on Hannes Trautloft
 
Experten-German Pilot Biography
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<p>Born on $[birthDate] in Grossobringen near Weimar in Thüringen. This area is known as the ‘Green Heart of Germany’. As a child, he felt very much at home in the forest, helped by his father who performed the function of a gameskeeper in Thüringen. This made $[name] very comfortable in the hunt. His family was well situated, as $[lastName]  was accepted for study at Germany’s school for transport pilots in Schleissheim after finishing high school. These were actually secretive studies for future military fliers.</p>
<p>This Secret training led all the way to Russia. The German leadership had signed a deal with its Soviet counterpart on the training of German soldiers at Lipetsk. The secret program lasted from 1925 to 1933, when it was cancelled by the Nazi government. It included the development of fighter pilots, as well as other fliers. $[lastName] gained six months  of experience training with top Soviet fliers.</p>
<p>After his return to Germany, he was attached to $[startSquad] and over the next two subsequent years underwent officer training at the relevant facility in Dresden. In$[startDate], he was given the position of instructor with the rank of  $[startRank]  at Schleissheim’s school for fighter pilots.</p>
<p>In 1936, the Spanish Civil War erupted and $[lastName] was assigned to the <i>Condor Legion </i>  in Spain. Returning to Germany in 1937 he joined the national aerobatics team flying the Bf109.  It is interesting to ponder the possibility that he would now fight against some of those same Soviet fliers on the Eastern Front.</p>

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Posted 06 October 2016 - 23:12

80hd, nice bio :)

 

Two minor corrections, Aeroflot's name back then was just Aeroflot, and basic flight training was undertaken in tandem with studies and work so the pilot in question would still continue his studies while learning to fly at the local aeroclub.


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#9 Nic727

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Posted 07 October 2016 - 00:34

Good bio everyone :)


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#10 hames123

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Posted 07 October 2016 - 01:14

Fictional Biography: Farmer from Kiev

$[First Name] was born into a life a hardship on the $[Birthdate]. Despite the hard life of a farmer, he enjoyed working with the other farmers on the collective farm. Furthermore, every evening, all the farmers would gather to tell stories and play games. He grew to like the Communist Party for helping them by forming the collective farm, and thus decided that should anything occur, he would defend the Soviet Union. In 1941, the Germans invaded, and he enlisted a week later, against his parent's wishes. He was rushed East towards Moscow, where he started ttaining. Flying was his pick, was he had always looked at the birds soaring in the sky, and wished to join them. With the Soviet Union so low on pilots, his request was met with smiles from the recruiter. He was assigned to a training squadron flying I-15s, an antiquated biplane. Soon, he could see gun flashes on the horizon every night, and vowed revenge. After training he was finally assigned to $[Squadron name] as a $[starting rank], ready to defend the motherland and make the facist pay.

Edited by hames123, 07 October 2016 - 01:19.

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#11 hames123

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Posted 07 October 2016 - 02:08

Fictional Biography: Pilot from Leningrad.

$[Pilot name] was born on $[birthday] into a family of workers in Leningrad, an only child. This ment that he was spoilt compared to the other children he grew up with, many of whom had multiple siblings. When not in school, he played football with with his classmates and friends, on a field with 2 goalpost, set up by the communist party. He observed his parents and their fellow workers in the factory, working hard for a small pay, living just above subsistance level. He decided that he would have a more profitable occupation, and help the close-knit society he had grown up in. He had always wanted to serve his country, which had done so much to improve his life by removing the Tsar and his Autocrats, or so he heard from his father. Furthermore, he had always wanted to join the military, and at the first opportunity enlisted in the VVS. During his training, he middled his class, and soon was a fully fleged pilot in the VVS, in $[squadron name] as a $[pilot rank]. For a few years, there was calm, in which he courted a childhood friend, and then the news came: Germany, ally of the Soviet Union, had betrayed them, atacking Russia. $[pilot name] rapidly trained as many new pilots as possible, trying to give both them and the Soviet Union a fighting chance for survival. Soon, his squadron was sent to the front, and he was ready, wanting to meet the Germans in the sky, and defend his beloved homeland.

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#12 Feathered_IV

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Posted 10 October 2016 - 11:53

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RUSSIAN PILOT BIOGRAPHY - The Veteran

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<p>They say you were screaming as the ground crew dragged you from the shattered cockpit.</p>

 

<p>Perhaps you were, but you heard nothing of it.  The world was silent but for the distant sound from your broken legs and ankles.  Twisted among the rudder pedals and the crumpled instrument panel, the pieces sang to you in pain and contortion.</p>

 

<p>Your nostrils were filled with the reek of petrol and your mouth was choked with the taste of rust. The weak sunlight, strangely red, filtered through the clouds and roared over your exposed skin.  Shadows flickered across your vision.  Shadows of men.  They came into focus then vanished, only to return.</p>

 

<p>Hands fumbled across your torso, reaching for the buckles of your harness.  Recoiling as they felt their heat, then returning with more determination and working the release.  More hands grasped you under the shoulders and together they heaved.  The song of pain from your legs and ankles rose to a crescendo. A note of purest agony.  Whiter than snow. It carried you up like something holy.  Above the clouds. It held you aloft, almost to the very heavens.  Turning you over it laid you down as if on soft grass.  The pain began to subside.  And then, not for the first time, you were falling...</p>

 

<p>The doors of the ambulance slammed shut and the vehicle lurched forward. Something pricked into your arm. You tried to move it away, but gentle hands restrained you.  A blackness began to overwhelm you.  You fought against it.  Struggled to stay in the light, but the darkness crept over you and you were gone.</p>

 

<p>For what seemed the longest time, you lived in the blackness.  An animal existence.  The torment of your injuries and an agony of thirst.  Sometimes you would surface and see the light.  Once on a train. Sometimes in a soft bed. Another time you awoke to grinding pain and many lights as men in doctors robes worked to reset your shattered bones.  Each time the darkness receded it would reveal something else.  Through it all your only companion was the unbearable crawling sensation in the skin of your face, hands and neck.  But one day even that began to subside as the blackness went away and the days took on form and measure.  Only the nights seemed to last forever.</p>

 

<p>Time passes. Another train.  You are moved to a rest area far behind the front, to a villa by a lake.  It's rooms and outbuildings converted to a hospital.  Here you learn to walk again.  First with two sticks, then with only one.  By the lake there is a small pier. Some tables and some chairs. You make an odd sight sitting there, staring at the sky. The walking stick planted between your knees, your feet kicking at imaginary rudder pedals.  Sometimes as if to control them.  Other times as if fighting to be free of them.</p>

 

<p>Many patients come and go.  You become restless.  You ask the doctors, “Why am I still here?”</p>

 

<p>One morning you awoke to find you have a visitor.  His blue breeches and shoulder boards reveal him as an officer of the Red Air Force.  He sits in a chair next to your bed.  Legs crossed, relaxed.  Lightly tapping a clip board against his knee.  He introduces himself and asks after your health.</p>

 

<p>“What is your name?” He asks you. “$[name]” to tell him</p>

<p>“Rank?”</p>

<p>“$[startRank]” you reply.</p>

<p>“You were born in Odessa, yes?” You assure him that was so.</p>

<p>“Tell me Comrade $[lastName], what combat experience do you have?”</p>

<p>You sit up. Swinging you legs over the side of the bed. The floor is cold and it burns. You tell him of your time fighting the Japanese in Manchuria, and the actions after June of 1941.  When you get to the part of your last flight, you pause.</p>

 

<p>The lieutenant does not seem to notice. He is satisfied that he has found his man.  He stretches, sits up straighter and consults his clipboard at last. ”Comrade $_name” he recites. ”Your period of rest and relaxation is at an end. You will report to $[startSquad] no later than $[startDate] to resume active duty” He writes something on a slip of paper and hands it to you, getting to his feet. “Show that to the hospital administration to receive your documents and travel permit”</p>

 

<p>The lieutenant walks to the door. Before leaving he pauses and turns, as if remembering something.</p>

<p>“Oh... and good luck!”</p>


Edited by Feathered_IV, 03 December 2016 - 13:34.

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"Nineteen years of age, eight years public education, three years military service. Intelligent, normally observant and answered all questions freely. He was arrogant and proud to be a pilot. Fellow prisoners in hospital consider him mentally unstable..."

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Posted 10 October 2016 - 13:21

German Disillusioned National Socialist

<p>$[name] was born to strongly patriotic parents on $[birthdate]. Growing up, his family suffered under the harsh terms of the Treaty of Versailles, and struggled to make ends meet. Hope for them finally came in 1933, when the National Socialists, lead by Adolf Hitler, came to power. Hitler promised to bring Germany back from the brink of poverty, and make it a leading European power again. $[lastName] was swept up by this nationalistic vision, seeing it as a rebirth of everything his Father had fought for in the skies above the trenches.</p><p>Before long, though, cracks had started to appear. He lost some friends who strongly disagreed with his political alignment - how could Germans disagree with such a good thing? Kristallnacht seemed to be more of a senseless riot than a justified response to the assassination of Ernst Eduard vom Rath. But $[lastName] ignored these - after all, the Führer had united Germany and Austria, and Czechoslovakia had put itself under German protection! Hitler had made Germany a nation to be proud of again! At least, that's what $[firstName] thought until the war began.</p><p>With the Reich's invasion of Poland on the 1st of September 1939, and Britain and France's declaration of war on the third, Europe was once more plunged into war. Inspired by his Father's service as a pilot in the Great War, $[firstName] joined the Luftwaffe as an armourer, despite wanting to be a pilot, while his Brother joined the Waffen-SS, against the wishes of their Father.</p><p>One day, while they were both on leave, his Brother told him about the horrific mass murder of Jews, among others. Mass murder that had been specifically ordered from the top. $[firstName] began to see the Nazis for what they really were, and it sickened him. Worse, though, was his Brother's belief that soon, they would invade the Soviet Union, and even more senseless acts would occur. Not long after, $[firstName]'s request for pilot training was finally accepted. On the same day, the German Blitzkrieg swept into the Soviet Union.</p><p>After months of training, he finally joined $[startSquad] as a $[startRank] on [$startDate], at the age of $[age], unsure if he was even fighting for a sane cause.</p>

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#14 hames123

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Posted 12 October 2016 - 10:33

Ukrainian Farmer

Growing up, $[pilot name] was always fiercly nationalistic. Unlike the other farmers, he actively kept up with the news, to find out what was happening. This ment that he had to head to the town every morning to hear the news. On June the 22nd, he followed his daily routine, heading into town. As he walked, he noticed many people rushing about, and a general sense of unease. Asking a passerby, he was informed that they were at war. When pressed further, the man stated that the Germans had attacked, before rushing away. $[name] immediately signed up for service, and was taken for flight training.

At flight school, they trained to fly on old PO-2 aircraft, and soon felt confident about their chances in the war. Despite the news that the Germans were advancing steadily on the capital, $[name] did not fear. Instead, this ownly strengthened his resolve to fight the enemy. Thus, on $[start date], $[name] was assigned to $[squadron], ready to fight in this crazy new war of his.
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#15 [TWB]80hd

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Posted 27 October 2016 - 13:58

80hd, nice bio :)

 

Two minor corrections, Aeroflot's name back then was just Aeroflot, and basic flight training was undertaken in tandem with studies and work so the pilot in question would still continue his studies while learning to fly at the local aeroclub.

 

That's awesome, thank you! I will edit again when I have a bit to do it right.


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#16 Toxin1

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Posted 14 November 2016 - 23:20

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German Fighter Pilot Biography

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<p>$[firstName] $[lastName] is charismatic, analytical, and dutiful but perhaps a little too free spirited for military life. After all, $[name] was born on $[birthdate] into a wealthy merchant family that didn’t pride itself with a military tradition like so many other boys who joined the <i>Deutsche Jungvolk</i> (German Youth) movement that encouraged acceptance of NSDAP authority.</p>

 
<p>$[name] lived free of politics until he was about 14 years old, but at that point things began to change as membership in the Hitler Youth became compulsory in 1936. </p>
 
<p>$[name] felt a strong sense of duty to his country, but unlike many of his compatriots he was not driven by a sense of retribution towards the Allies for injustices suffered by Germany after its defeat in World War I. </p> 
 
<p>$[name] was motivated by the challenge and glamor of becoming a <i>Jagdflieger<i/> (fighter pilot).  He gained responsibilities and was meeting a lot of influential people. Above all, he was given the opportunity to qualify as a pilot at the <i>Segelshule<i/> (glider school); a ticket for those aspiring service in the <i>Luftwaffe<i/>. </p>
 
<p>After meeting the rigorous physical examination and basic training with the <i>Flieger-Ersatzabeilung<i/> (airmen battalion) he was accepted as an aircrew candidate and spent the next 2 months flying the Heinkel He51 trainer.  $[name] was a quick study and in a short time at the age of $[age] attained the rank of $[startRank] and on $[startDate] was assigned to his operational unit, $[Squad] at $[City], $[Map]. </p>

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#17 MarcoRossolini

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Posted 17 November 2016 - 16:30

Fictionalised biography loosely based on the career of Anna Yegorova (Ideal for the Kuban campaign where she took an active part). Ideal for a female pilot - could lead to awkward discrepancies otherwise. :P

 

As a further note - Soviet female pilots didn't truly begin to join the war until very late '41 through mid '42. As such I am including a final paragraph detailing what was happening to our imaginary pilot until they joined a squadron included in the sim. Delete if you feel it unnecessary. :)

 

 <p>  $[name]  </p>

 

 

<p> $[name] was born into a large peasant family. During the Revolution and its aftermath, life was hard. The village $[name] lived in was small. By 1930 there were barely 45 houses. $[name] had 16 siblings, of which 8 died before they reached their majority. It was a cruel world with ceaseless toil, yet $[name] never ceased to look up into the sky. Yet the new Soviet system was good for $[firstname] - and a new school allowed her to learn her letters. At the end of her studies, it was recommended that $[name] study to become a teacher.</p>

 

<p> Yet the Soviet government had other ideas and as part of the five year plan $[name] went to build the Moscow Metro with 15,000 other workers. It was hard work, aided little by meagre lights. By chance however, on a lunch break, $[firstname] happened to see a poster: "Komsomol members! Take to the air!" When she arrived to sign up for the entrance examination, the recruiter rebuffed her. "Let the blokes do the flying!" </p>

 

<p> But $[lastname] wouldn't be dissuaded. With the support of her foreman from the Metro, $[firstname] was able to secure entry to become a pilot. On weekdays she worked in the Metro. On weekends she trained to fly. $[firstname]'s hands were so chafed from the Metro that she had to carry a bag with a special balm for them. Her first flight in the classic U-2 trainer that all Soviet pilots would gain their wings on she would never forget. It was a disaster. But her instructor gave her hope. "Moscow too wasn't built in a day." She improved. Her first solo was the happiest day of her life. </p>

 

<p> $[firstname] soon qualified as a pilot and completed her training. Yet her next objective - becoming an instructor - would be more difficult then she had at first thought. Her brother had been arrested in the purges, and as a family member, she was now under suspicion. She was forced to abandon her dream for the moment in the hope that things might die down. Eventually however - $[firstname] was at last able to find work as an instructor. June 21 found her with friends picnicking in a forest. It would be the last day of peace. </p>

 

<p> Initially $[firstname] met with little success in joining up. As her brothers joined up and were already fighting and the Germans advanced, her requests to fly in any capacity fell on deaf ears. Eventually, despite no orders being issued yet for the recruitment of female pilots, $[firstname] finally found employment in a Po-2 squadron, flying dangerous army cooperation assignments trying to keep battered and dispersed staff HQs in contact. It was dangerous and thankless. With the Po-2 effectively unarmed - any German aircraft that might catch it was a death sentence. Yet $[name] persevered. When the squadron was sent to the rear to reorganise. $[firstname] applied to join a combat squadron. It was time to revenge. </p>

 

Looking forward to this revised career. :)


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#18 Feathered_IV

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Posted 22 November 2016 - 13:10

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RUSSIAN PILOT BIOGRAPHY - The Orphan
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<p>God only knows what has become of your family.</p>

<p>God only knows what has become of your home, your town, and the people within it. There is so little news of what is happening in the occupied zones, and what word does filter out fills you with dread. You are alone in the world. Everything you knew and loved is gone. You realise that now, for all intents and purposes, you are an orphan.</p>

<p>You were at university in Moscow and far from home when news of the invasion reached you. You volunteered at once for the Red Air Force and were proud - but not too surprised, to be accepted into flight training. You had always been driven and worked yourself hard. As a result things often went your way. As time went by however, you would learn to curse your good fortune.</p>

<p>Flight training began at a rough field to the east of Moscow. Student pilots first learned to fly on fragile biplanes, taking it in turns to fly circuits of the field. Lectures were conducted outdoors when the weather was fine, and in converted railway carriages when it was not. The pace was hectic. The pressure unrelenting.</p>

<p>In the evenings the trainees would listen to the war reports and plot the advance of the enemy on rough maps, hand drawn or torn from schoolbooks. It was like watching the path of a flood. A disaster. Those whose homes and families were threatened would trace imaginary lines on the maps, saying hopefully, “Here and no further.” “Surely they will be halted here by this forest, or there by that river.” “They can't possibly keep coming.” “They must slow soon.” “They must...”</p>

<p>But the enemy did keep coming. One by one towns and cities fell. Rivers were forded and vast areas were swallowed up. Hardly a night would go by when as the news was read, someone would reel away from the group, stricken. You curse your misfortune in becoming a pilot. What you needed was a rifle <i>now</I>. Not an aeroplane when it was too late.</p>

<p>Then one night it was <i>your</I> town which was named. <i>Your</I> home which was threatened. Over the ensuing days the news reports spoke of encirclement and defence. Of heroic resistance, and the reprisals that followed. And then... nothing.</p>

<p>Two days later you went solo, but there was little joy in it. There was nobody to share your success with, and nobody with whom to share your loss. There is scarcely anybody who has not already lost someone to this war. Your pain is no different to what has already been felt by millions of others. Grief is communal, but everybody must suffer it alone.</p>

<p>The training continues and your flying improves. The news from the front is grim and everywhere there is talk of a fresh enemy offensive. Late one afternoon the trainees are startled to learn that all flying personnel are being graduated and further training is suspended. Signs are being posted outside the classrooms with the names of each pilot with solo flying experience and the unit they are being posted to. Pandemonium as all the students rush to see. You find your name halfway down the list.</p>

<p>Name: $[name] Unit: $[startSquad] Commencing: $[startDate]</p>

<p>The names of several of the instructors are also on the list.  All around is chaos. NCOs are shouting. Lines of trucks are already arriving on the field to take the pilots away.</p>

<p>This is it.</p>

<p>Many of the new pilots look nervous. Some even look scared.  Strangely, you find that you feel an odd sense of calm. You wonder why this should be, and for the first time in weeks you permit yourself the ghost of a smile.</p>

<p>You realise you have nothing left to lose.</p>


Edited by Feathered_IV, 03 April 2017 - 05:15.

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Posted 25 November 2016 - 15:50

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RUSSIAN PILOT BIOGRAPHY - The Political

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<p>Only in blood can you pay for your crimes.</p>

 

<p>You are an enemy of the people and a traitor to the State. You have been found guilty of aiding the enemy. Of spreading defeatism and anti-Bolshevik propaganda, and this court has thereby sentenced you to death.</p>

 

<p>It has been determined that your position of authority as a senior flight commander in an aerial reconnaissance unit in the vicinity of Krasnaya-Gora, allowed you to make unverified reports of enemy armoured columns on the highway west of K.  Reports which contributed to a severe loss of fighting spirit at a crucial time of the town's defence. Furthermore, following evidence submitted by the commander of the garrison in defence of K, your criminal speculation that the town could not be held directly contributed to its subsequent loss and allowed enemy mechanised units to occupy the heights east of the town virtually unopposed.</p>

 

<p>It was the recommendation of this court that the sentence of death be carried out immediately.</p>

 

<p>However despite the verdict of this court, the serious situation at the Front has created an urgent need for experienced aircrews - no matter how unworthy of that honour they may be. It was therefore determined that your sentence be suspended. That you be stripped of rank and transferred to an attack squadron with the role of gunner. Here it was expected that you would pay for your crimes with your life, and thus allow your debt to the State to be paid in full.</p>

 

<p>In the time since the above sentencing, the court acknowledges your combat record over the preceding months and the positive recommendations of your successive commanding officers. It also takes into account the wounds you have received and the new evidence regarding the state of the defences surrounding the town of Krasnaya-Gora, and its preparedness at the time of its encirclement and subsequent loss.</p>

 

<p>In light of the above, this court hereby reinstates you, $[name] with the rank of $[startRank] and returns you to flight status.  Due to the destruction and disbandment of your previous unit during your period of hospitalisation, you are officially transferred to $[startSquad], effective $[StartDate].</p>


Edited by Feathered_IV, 08 January 2017 - 13:12.

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#20 Feathered_IV

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Posted 07 December 2016 - 13:28

What is the deadline for these by the way?  I'm hoping to do a couple more if possible and if the devs think they will be useful.


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RUSSIAN PILOT BIOGRAPHY - The Commander
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<p>Suvarin was in command when you first joined the squadron.  Suvarin was a bastard.</p>

 

<p>He was killed on the third day.</p>

 

<p>Suvarin was replaced by Korzhakov.  Korzhakov was a good man. Soft spoken, with a wife and family in the east.  He said the unit was his family too.</p>

 

<p>He was killed on the eighth day.</p>

 

<p>Next came Bazanov, who believed in tight formations and strict discipline in the air. His section was jumped by fighters on the eleventh, and none of them were seen again.</p>

 

<p>On the twelfth day you became a flight leader.</p>

 

<p>Antonovich was a Hero.  He wore the Order of Lenin and took over from Bazanov on the fourteenth.  He was aggressive and confident.  The first to fight and the first to laugh.  He was hit by friendly ground fire on the nineteenth and was horribly burned.</p>

 

<p>On the twenty-second day he died.</p>

 

<p>By the twenty-fourth you were the most senior pilot left alive.  On the twenty-fifth the unit was withdrawn to await reinforcements.  Of those who remained, only you had served long enough to recall Suvarin, Korzhakov and the rest.</p>

 

<p>New pilots arrived on the twenty-eighth, fresh from training.  You did not want to remember their names.</p>

 

<p>On the thirty-first, you became their Commander.</p>


Edited by Feathered_IV, 19 December 2016 - 08:22.

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#22 Jade_Monkey

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Posted 16 December 2016 - 23:16

I don't have any talent for writing, so thanks to all who contributed
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#23 MKDAWUSS

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Posted 17 January 2017 - 20:09

What is the deadline for these by the way?  I'm hoping to do a couple more if possible and if the devs think they will be useful.

I'm curious about this myself.


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#24 hames123

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Posted 19 January 2017 - 08:02

Spanish Volenteer pilot

<insert name> grew up in Madrid, the capital of Spain. He was still young when the Spanish Civil war started. Since young, <name> had always wanted to be a pilot, and quickly enlisted in the Nationalist airforce, where he flew fighters, covering friendly troops and protecting them from enemy aircraft. While doing so, the regularly met Soviet pilots and aircraft, whom they engaged in large dogfights.

After the war, <name> became a full time pilot, flying Ju52s between Madrid and Berlin. When the Second World War started, he quickly rejoined the airforce, expecting to be operating over France in a matter of days. However, he soon realised that Franco was keeping Spain out of the war, and grew bored. So when the call went out for volenteers to fly against the Soviets, <name> jumped at the chance. He found it interesting that he would likely soon meet those same pilots that he had fought against over Spain in the late 1930s.
Basically for a possible Spanish squadron operationing on the Eastern Front.

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#25 Feathered_IV

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Posted 18 April 2017 - 09:24

I've got four more that I am working on.  The Replacement, The Survivor, The Outcast, and The Mouse.  Are the devs still looking of more, and how much time is left?


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#26 SignorMagnifico

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Posted 19 April 2017 - 04:52

1. History which is contained by biogrpahy should be trunkated by Summer of 1916

 
 

This requirement seems to be for pilot biographies in Rise of Flight. Which year should be the guideline for Battle of Moscow, Battle of Stalingrad, and Battle of Kuban? Do we have to go with the years the individual conflicts started, or should we truncate it to the start of WWII/the start of Operation Barbarossa?


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