Name: Tiexnev, Colin G.
Age: Unknown
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 190 lbs
In the dark days of winter 1942, a young Russian officer fresh out of training entered the grim business that was the Great Patriotic War. He talked rarely, preferring to keep to himself. He was also apparently quite the heavy drinker, as many men were at the time. In battle, however, he led his men with all the natural skill of great military figures before him.
Due to a uniform shortage, the young man was forced to wear his blue dress uniform in combat. Though he grimly lamented that this would have him shot before the week was over, in time it proved to be the colour that certain members of the German Wehrmacht came to fear more than the Katyusha rocket strikes or the brown coats of countless Soviet attackers.
"You will kill them. Their blood shall flow... And we will push them back into the wretched land from which they came!" Officer Tiexnev yelled to his men as they huddled in a boat crossing the Volga River to destiny at the door of the City of Stalin. Over the next few weeks, he was in a constant state of combat, he and his men amassing an impressive ratio of kills. Some said he accounted for more than half.
Ducking swiftly between piles of rubble which were once the beautiful architecture of Stalingrad, the officer fearlessly fought alongside the men he commanded, aiming and firing his Mosin-Nagant as if it were just another appendage on his body. Rumours circulated around the German lines that he had received a medal for killing over 50 men. A German general even considered placing a bounty on the Russian's head as further incentive for the soldats to kill him. They said that if you were set upon by Der Blaue Teufel - The Blue Devil - you had best count your remaining time to live in seconds.
Three years later, the Soviet people got their revenge and more for the atrocities committed by their foes. As the Hammer and Sickle were hoisted high above the Reichstag in central Berlin, some actually reported the blue-clad officer standing atop the shattered building and scanning the city's tortured skyline. He was never sighted again...
... Until the present.
Not one person knew who he was anymore. He was a mere shadow of the past, a hallucination dreamed up in the paranoid minds of shell-shocked men. But perhaps it was better if they did not know his identity, for surely he would have passed away by now. Either the man in blue uniform witnessed around the country was some troubled youth emulating a forgotten hero, or he truly was timeless. Though no one knew why he came back, it was certain that Colin Tiexnev had no intention of fading away like he did before.
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