Name: Andre Dragunov
Aliases: The White Angel of Death
Age: 19 at the time of binding, 83 presently
Gender: Male
Species: Human with an Ajerian Soul
Alignment: Evil
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: N/a
Place of Birth: Chernogorsk
Physical Appearance: Dragunov is 192 cm in height and 80 kg in weight, with full gear on he weighs about 100 kg. He is very lean and toned through all of his training, almost every inch of his body is covered in the Angel of Death tattoos that the Chernogorsk Death Corps. brand themselves with. As for his hair, it is black and brushed back typically in a messy way. His eyes were originally dark brown, but after his transformation and binding his left eye glows like his aura, a yellowish orange. His gear is standard light weight Death Corps. It is patterned in Chernogorsk urban camo.
Abilities: Apart from the typical abilities of an Ajerian, he controls the element of fire more than any other element. He uses the fire to create incendiary rounds for his weapons. He is a master of hand to hand, CQC, knife, pistol, rifle, and vehicle combat, acing every course he was enrolled in. His specialty is Sambo grappling combat.
Weapons:Kalashnikov full Auto assault rifle: 7.62x39mm rounds. Gas-operated. 600 rounds a minute, with an effective range of 400 meters. The feed system supports 10-100 round detachable box and drum style magazines. Total weight of the weapon is 5.21 kg with a loaded magazine. It is called the Kalash by non-russian speakers.
Nikolay semi-auto side arm: 9x18mm rounds, with an effective range of 50m and a 8-12 round detachable box magazine. The total weight of the weapon is 730g with a loaded magazine. Its slang name is the Niko.
Chernogorsk Death Corps. Combat Knife: A designer knife by the first glance. It’s got a special grip that acts as brass knuckles, the blade itself has a slight curve in its edge.
Grenades: Tear Gas, Explosive, Flash Bangs, Null Grenades.
History:‘This story begins somewhere similar to our own world. While the globe remains similar, locations are different, names are different, entire countries have different history. This story is about the White Angel of Death, Andrei Dragunov and his ascension to godhood.’
Prologue
The World Around Us
“There’s a hell for men like us, and that hell is a world like this. This is why we exist here and now. We drink our Vodka and we piss out the fires we create on the corpses of our enemies. This is why we are Death Corps.” Dmitri chugged from his bottle of Vodka. They all stood amongst the dead, one of the men sitting on a pile of corpses as if they were a chair.
“The Nazi’s may of broken through our forces, but we are here to show them how we Death Core comrades spread our talents around!” Andrei sat in silence as his commander jabbed off at the gums. He wasn’t one for words at all, he gave short answers and even a few detailed sentences, other than that, he was just known as young blood. He looked across the trenches at the advancing Nazi forces…
In November of 1939, the Death Corps. failed an assassination attempt of one Adolf Hitler. In retaliation the Nazi forces would invade and take over the Orleanians and eventually the United Kingdoms. An assault had begun on Chernogorsk forcing all Death Corps back into their native lands. It was here and now that they were tangled up in war. The United Republic of Nations got tangled up on all fronts with the Nazi’s, but they forced the troops back on all sides.
The Nazi’s themselves had unlocked an ancient power long locked away, Hitler had an entire army of black shadows that washed over all fronts and overwhelmed any and every one. It was in the best interest for an united republic to be created, however, the republic came up short when Nazi Gottingen took over everything they had touched. The only thing between Hitler taking all of Europe was the Death Corps.
Chapter 1
The White Angel of Death
Andrei Dragunov was part of the first regiment before he was part of the Death Corps. With the war brewing just across the border he was allowed to join at 17 to defend his homelands. During the first invasion of Nazi’s to Chernogorsk, Andrei’s team was sent to the front lines. It was there where he made his name known.
The Nazi’s never knew what hit them. Dragunov had a life time of sharp shooter training from hunting with his father before he lost him to a battle of cancer. After that day Dragunov remained fairly silent only speaking to whom he wished too, all else where targets to him. He learned CQC from a man in his unit who was a veteran of the first war, the two of them worked like father and son, Dragunov only spoke to this man whom was called Arlovski.
When the Nazi trenches stretched to Novogorod they were met by sheer resistance. On the first night Dragunov and Arlovski infiltrated Nazi trenches alone and gunned down thirteen men before the other forty surrendered. The following morning Nazi’s got to watch as Dragunov walked down the line with a pistol executing every man he had captured. Arlovski had his men roll their bodies into one pile and covered them in petrol setting them on fire in broad daylight.
This sparked an entire day of fighting. Arlovski and Dragunov spent their day sleeping in until the sun was behind them. The two of them gathered six men and set off for the trenches once more. They charged with the sun at their backs blinding the Nazi sharpshooters and giving them a visual advantage. The team entered one of the Trenches and began murdering everything they saw in close combat. With the tight corners and narrow pathways it was as simple as having a pistol and knife at your disposal. The Nazi’s learned their lesson about surrendering, they fought to the last man before falling back to kill zones.
With another night of work the team held out for the remainder of the night. The following day saw the Nazi forces attempting to move up in the trench only to find the team of eight still occupying their trench system. The Nazi officer ordered a retreat after watching Dragunov gun down twelve of his men by himself, in retreat he yelled, “Weißer Engel des Todes.” It began the reign of the White Angel of Death.
The Nazi’s would eventually pull out of Chernogorsk when they found themselves solely outnumbered by a much larger force. It wasn’t much longer that Hitler uncovered the ancient artifact and brought pure darkness to his army. A year later and the Nazi’s would be back at the Cherno forefront. But this time Arlovski and Dragunov had trained an entire platoon of soldiers, they were called the Chernogorsk Death Corps (Смерть корпуса).
They were trained to kill, trained for battle, but were not ready for the darkness that Hitler set out against them. The first night they were on the defense as armored cloaked warriors broke their ranks slaying a path through them with little effort. They were pushed back all the way to Novogorod when Arlovski set up a counter attack.
The following morning when the Black Army was moving in on the town the Sharpshooters began picking them off, Arlovski and Dragunov waited with their two teams before they stormed the streets on either side of the Black Army spraying and mowing them down. But it was a losing effort. Arlovski was cut down as was his unit. Dragunov gunned down everyone around his mentor and made it to his side protecting his mentor’s corpse with very precise shots.
He too was overwhelmed however. One of the Black Army soldiers ran him down with a sword. The army may of moved forward but one of those in full black dragged Dragunov into the building, he was still alive at the time watching trying to pull himself free, but it was impossible with his strength leaving him.
“Dos orn tlu udossta daxunyrr,” said the man behind the darkness as he pulled Dragunov onto the table with little effort. "Udos phuul ukt rothen, dos orn tlu udossta daxunyrr. Dos orn dro, T'puuli Mirshann del Streea."
The one in black removed his hood and face mask, he looked at Dragunov with his featureless face, those black eyes staring right into his soul, suddenly around him a pentagram of fiery orange runes appeared, his body lifted on the ground and the one in black sliced his own throat. Before Dragunov knew it he was waking up in an unfamiliar location. He stepped outside to see all of Novogorod in ruins, his team all still there watching him intensely.
He stepped outside to see the Dark Army that attacked them the night before all standing alongside the Death Corps every man stared at Dragunov, he looked at his hands noticing his right hand lancing off fiery orange tendrils of energy. He looked back to his men and nodded to them.
Chapter 2
Elgg mina jal
Nearly a year later, the Death Corps made themselves known to Hitlers armies. They cut their way through everything he had and the sheer raw power behind Dragunov allowed the Black Army at his side to not be swayed over by the artifacts that so many presented before him. He crushed and destroyed everything in his path, the Death Corps new commander, he was Dmitri Emelianenko, a war hardened soldier and a bastard by trade. Dragunov watched as this normal man utterly walked through everything he came across, didn’t matter if it was the Black Army or the Nazi forces.
“There’s a hell for men like us, and that hell is a world like this. This is why we exist here and now. We drink our Vodka and we piss out the fires we create on the corpses of our enemies. This is why we are Death Corps.” Dmitri chugged from his bottle of Vodka. This was the battle hardened man who feared not an army, not Hitler, not the entire demonic army. He stood amongst the dead as if they were his equal, but they were far inferior to him and any of his men for they had been massacred and branded with the Death Corps skulls.
Each of the Death Corps men had most of their torso’s covered in tattoos signifying their recruitment into the Death Corps. For them, this wasn’t a temporary thing; they were with this unit for life and would continue to service their country no matter what. This unit moved like a ghost most of the time, the shadows with them had trained the human soldiers to act as they would and to fight like they would. They took no pity on their kin and killed them just as they would any other man. It was better that way, keeping their former allies from being slaves to a tyrant.
Their first attempt at taking Hitlers life was a wash and it forced them back to the border. This time, however, was different. They had more men that were trained between last year and this year. They also had a number of Republic soldiers at their disposal and revolutionists who were agaist the Black Army and all that they were. It was ironic watching them fight alongside the shadows employed by the Death Corps. Dragunov split the forces between himself and Dmitri, it was a race. The first one to kill the dictator wins.
They came out of the shadows like it was nothing surrounding the Nazi Capital on two sides and murdering their way through Kill Boxes and trenches. The entire day was dedicated to their assault on the Nazi front. They chose the broad day because the shadows themselves would be much too easy to see giving them the advantage of vision. As the Death Corps moved they would pick apart the Gottingen armories across the capital and even loot the weapons off the corpses of their victims.
Dragunov himself did more damage than any man in his or Dmitri’s units combined. He tore down buildings with his power, annihilated full platoons with a burst from his gun which tore holes in and out of each body that they hit. He controlled the shadows on his side to create diversions and distractions which would lead to keeping his men alive as they pushed ever closer to the capital building. Eventually they would arrive behind Dmitri’s unit who already hung the Death Corps flag in place of the Gottengen and Nazi flags.
“Come comrade, we have them on the run, the night is coming and the Black Army will be on us in no time, it is time to put down the dictator and his Reich,” Dmitri said tugging on Dragunov’s vest, “Together, we will write history where the Death Corps are feared amongst all nations, we will be the saviors of this war and will be remembered until the end of time.”
As dusk began to creep in, the Black Army began their counter assault. They used the advantage of darkness in their push, but the Shadows of the Death Corps acted as a counter to this. They would fight against their own kin even as they were outnumbered three to one. Dmitri was tangled up in their conflict and yelled to Dragunov to keep pushing without him. Dragunov’s men were being picked off slowly by the Black Army but he himself was working like a man from hell itself. He made his name known to Hitler; the White Angel of Death killed everything that came within the sights of his gun. He was getting closer and closer to the bunker where the top generals of the Nazi army were stowed away.
The only thing between him and the rest of the world was the Black Army at the front door. Dragunov raised his hand to halt his men. He began walking forward slowly and casually strapping his submachine gun around his shoulder. He cocked back the slide of his Colt 1911 catching the bullet as it exited the chamber and ejected the half spent clip putting in a fresh one. He knelt down as he walked pulling the Walther PP free from the dead Nazi’s holster and raised both weapons to the advancing black army.
The glow of his lancing glowing aura filled the area as it increased, no man, no monster, no god could stand before him without being smitten down by his bullets. The Black Army came forward all at once like banshees in the night. Dragunov’s soldiers would watch as he emptied both weapons into the darkness holding them at bay as fire spread across them all. He tossed aside the Walther PP and holstered the Colt 1911 pulling the Maschinen pistole 40 back to his hands and unloaded the entire infinity drum into the mass of darkness bringing them to their knees.
He walked casually between the fallen Black Army tossing the Submachine gun aside and reloaded his Colt 1911. He arrived at the door to the bunker and fired into the walls on the left and right destroying it and kicking the door down. He was met with no resistance. Those inside had gassed themselves leaving no survivors. The war was over.
Chapter 3
Lost In Reality
The years never affected him like it did those around him. Dmitri saw it as Dragunov stayed the same age from 1944 to 1963 while Dmitri himself grew older and stood more as a trainer than a soldier for the frontlines. Dragunov had control over the entire Black Army now, they joined the ranks of the Death Corps. Dragunov would lead several rebellions over the years; he participated in the 6 year war between Chernogorsk and Taiyuan. Even bringing the Hokkaido people to their knee’s when they attempted to invade Chernogorsk lands.
In ’63 he was faced against Mogadishu rebellions. They went to war against everyone in their country washing out all friendlies. The Death Corps was called into action only because of Chernogorsk interests. Dragunov’s team set foot in the jungle lands in the middle of the country where the rebellion was in the midst of their coup. They were sitting on the doorstep of the government. Dragunov’s team went into action long before the Republic arrived to the outskirts of town.
The Death Corps cut through the rebels quickly and went about setting up a perimeter around the government building. The diplomat inside was being held hostage by a number of the Mogadishu, but they weren’t prepared for Dragunovs Death Corps. The team infiltrated the building and began to lay waste to everyone inside, then Dragunov himself moved into the building just as a number of his people exploded in bloody mists. One of the Mogadishu was a witch doctor.
He unloaded on the doctor several times until suddenly the entire area was consumed by the magicks that the doctor possessed. There was cackling of madness as the area sucked itself inward consuming all of the Death Corps and the shadows with Dragunov. He appeared in Isafaro. For a short time he avoided anyone he came into contact with before finally his team became mercenaries and joined with the Vulture. Dragunov spent a lot of time hunting the Witch Doctor who was doing funky things to Vultures troops. It was also a good way for the Vulture to see how well this team of mercs worked.
The Witch Doctor was finally cornered, he had killed everyone inside the building he stayed at and turned them into puppets. The Death Corps moved in and began assaulting the puppet army before Dragunov arrived to the scene and sent the Witch Doctor to hell and back by collapsing the entire warehouse he was staying at in on him. The Vulture truly had seen what his black army could do and planned to send him on Gabe. But there was something else brewing in Isafaro… And Dragunov felt it clear as day.
