New Antonalia wrote:Personnel file - Operational Sector Eastern Sea - West
Name: Kirill Lazarov
Type: Destoryer
Class: Prj. 144 Patrol Destoryer
Role: Anti-Submarine Warfare/Escort
Nation of origin: Sokovia
Year commissioned: 1952
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Gender: M
Character: Kirill is sweet and outgoing, doing his best to put on a cheery disposition despite suffering from foot in mouth syndrome. He is also a closet perv and a slacker, preferring to avoid work in order to sneak off and spy on others. He can also be insufferably nosey when it comes to gossip and rumors, a habit he picked up from multiple trips to market with his grandmother, and tends to pry more than he should when he catches wind of a juicy bit of information. In combat, he is very determined and tends to bite off more than he can chew due to an overzealous hatred of submarines. However, he is deathly afraid of mines due to how the original Kirill Lazarov sunk.
Special abilities:Hunter: Kirill was the ability to switch on his active sonar, giving him a large detection range of submarines and torpedoes. This also gives his 52-50 AHTs a greater degree of accuracy when engaging Abyssal Submarines.
Smoke up: By dumping oil into his boilers, Kirill is able to create a short duration smokescreen allowing for his escape from any situation he deems too dangerous or lay cover for the rest of the fleet.
Technical Description of the vessel:
Modeled after European Sub Hunters, the Project 144 Patrol Destroyer was a short-lived, but effective addition to the Sokovian People's Navy. Designed to hunt NATO subs, the Project 144 boasted powerful active and passive sonar suites as well as six, speedy acoustic homing torpedoes bought from the Soviet Union in the late 1940s. However, she did not have powerful AAA systems, and was armed with just enough to chase off small enemy squadrons, though the early model BM-52 cannons were prone to electrical failures due to faults in the drive systems, and without a manual system to raise or lower the gun, the weapon would be inoperable until the ship returned to port. Later systems solved this problem by changing the motor used in the turret and by installing manual elevation and traverse systems, though this made the guns sluggish and difficult to operate when firing manual. The Project 144 was also armed with a single quintuple mount of 533 mm torpedoes as a means of chasing off larger ships who might view the Project 144 as an easy prey, as well as several dozen depth charges for submarine hunting.
A few sentences or an article, please.Technical Data
Displacement: 3700 tonnes
Length (overall): 152 meters
Width: 20 meters
Draught: 4.7 meters
Propulsion: x2 Solminsk Steam Turbines and four Zbrinsk boilers
Speed: 37 knots
Complement: 315 crew
Armament:
2x2 130/58 BM-52k Dual Purpose guns
1x4 45 mm K-49 Anti-Aircraft Guns
2x2 37 mm K-34 Anti-Aircraft Guns
1x5 533 mm 51-49 Torpedoes
1x6 352 mm 52-50 Acoustic Homing Torpedoes
45 Depth Charges
Armour:
15 mm Bow, 10 mm side and rear, 120 mm Turret
Notes: The SPN Kirill Lazarov was sunk off the shore of Solkovia in 1954, killing all hands when it struck a supposedly friendly mine that broke away from its anchor. The mine struck the bow magazine at 23:58 hrs, causing an explosion that gutted the ship, and due to the nature of the explosion, rescue ships refused to go out through fear of getting caught on another mine. After minesweepers cleared the surrounding area of all mines, it was discovered that while the Solkovian mines were in need of maintenance and several had broken from their tethers, there were also Turkish naval mines interspersed along with them, leading to speculation that what sunk the Kirill Lazarov was a Turkish mine laid by a submarine or destroyer.
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RP-sample:
"Grandma, why was Mrs. Zobayev not at her cart this morning? I was hoping to buy one of her rolls as a snack." Kirill asked, looking up at his grandmother Anya Lazarov, as she lead him through the weekly farmer's market. All around, vendors and customers haggled and hawked, screaming prices into the crowd before arguing with customers over the freshness or taste of their goods. It was Saturday, and even though Kirill would have preferred his bed to a morning of shopping, he enjoyed listening to his granny Anya's gossip. "Little Kirill, I haven't the foggiest idea. It isn't like her to miss market day, not with Mr. Zobayev away from business." His grandmother replied, browsing Sergei Olienkov's produce stand. "Bah, Sergei... what do you mean a bushel of carrots cost 1.50 rubles a kilo? Last week they were only 1.25!" Kirill looked up at the owner, noticing the telltale twinge of an eyebrow as the man huffed. "Mama Lazarov, you said the same thing last week as well. My prices have not changed, you're just getting older." Granny Anya looked up at him and chuckled. "Maybe Sergei Illyovovich, but my memory is still as good as ever, and I distinctly remember these carrots were 1.25 rubles per kilo, last week." Kirill watched his grandmother with a mixture of amazement and embarrassment as she haggled with the produce vendor, tugging at her sleeve as his five-year-old patience began to run out.
"Kirill, behave yourself." Granny Anya snapped, glancing down at her grandson before going back to haggling with the Sergei. Kirill looked around, watching the other women in his village, gossiping, and haggling, each one trying to outdo anyone in earshot. However, Kirill knew no one could hold a candle to his grandmother, to him, she was the best in the village, if not the world.
Kirill smiled as the memory faded and reality set back in. He grew considerably in the years following, and his grandmother lived for another five before she passed. It was a long journey to the base, and though he had the speed to make it, he needed to make sure the battlecruiser behind him made it safe and sound. "Sergei, get the lead out, at this rate, we won't get there until after sundown, and I'd rather not report in when everyone is having supper." He said, looking over his shoulder at the dour and stale face of his comrade-in-arms, the battlecruiser Sergei Malinokov.
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