Post by Better In Red on May 25, 2013 13:47:06 GMT -5
Name: Varushka Vilagroshny
Birthplace: Labyanka, The Red Line.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Faction affinity (if any) and faction relations: She is very fond of the Red Line, their enemies are her enemies.
Physical description: She is a scrawny comrade, being 5'4" and 87Lbs. Her hair is cut short, and left to hang around just below her ears. Her eyes are a very light blue which causes trouble in light, for this she wears tinted goggles and a tinted gasmask. Her Russian features are shown quite visiblely, her pale complexion not being able to hide them, as they are also accented by her khaki M69 Soviet Uniform. Her black pistol belt holds a makarov holster with two pouches for spare mags.
On her right hip rest a dump pouch which holds her empty magazines and her collection of tools which is fairly limited. In front of that rests her canteen, and behind her dump pouch, rests her gas mask pouch, which holds her gasmasks. She commonly has a sling that holds her unscoped SVD Dragunov, the sling being an olive drab. On her head rests an Afghanistan Soviet war cap, with the mask, if she ever wanted to use it.
Personality: She is rather much of an odd ball, preferring to tinker with scrap metals, wires, and tools, rather than socialise, simply because she understands them better. When she is put into situations where she needs to speak, she tends to be timid and usually retreats into the recesses of her thoughts, usually becoming completely oblivious that she was in a conversation.
History: Her Mother was a teacher of the Communist Ideology, known to be able to convert nearly anyone, young or old, to join the cause for the truely utopian society. Her Father was a soldier, a simple man who had no distinguishing marks in his career, except for a little foot note that said he loved to tinker with metal and wires, and make tools for his comrades, and toys for his little Varushka. This would ultimately carry over to his daughter, and despite his wife's pleas and irritation, was quite proud she took to follow in his footsteps. At the age of seven, he took her to the base for the soldiers in their small station, this is whers he learned that his daughter had an affinity for the SVD Dragunov, and where he learned that she was quite a shot. For every headshot she got, he would display it quite proudly on the tables of their larger tent, and even took to putting them on his uniform, as if they were medals. At the age of twelve, her Father started bringing her out on patrols, taking the SVD Dragunov that she used at the range, making sure it was the only one she ever fired, and keeping it clean and well oiled and repaired for her, this is where she was able to get a taste of combat, for one day, a large squad of Neo-Nazis attacked, roughly about fifteen to their ten, including her. The Nazis had the Reds pinned, being supressed by RPK fire, while a few went to flank the Reds through side tunnels with Kalashes. The one thing the Nazis did not know is that several hundred metres behind, there was one younger Comrade who had ironsights fixed, Dragunov loaded, and a Father's pride put in her. What they did not see either, was the seven rounds that held the red spirit, and that would paint the Metro's walls red with it. With the eliminated flanking squad, the Reds were able to move up, utilizing the same side tunnels to take down one MG and acquire one lovely RPK. These seven rounds would later be made into the necklace she held so dear to her. At the age of seventeen, she was yearning to explore, and her proud Father, and her caring Mother, willingly obliged. Her Father gave her the uniform and tools, and her trusty SVD Dragunov, as well as how to make rounds for it. Her Mother gave her the Makarov that had her name put into the grip with care. Her family gave her the prized necklace of seven shells, and a dog tag that marked this forever as her home, and like that, she was off.
Preferred weapon(s): SVD Dragunov, Makarov PM, Trench Knife, the knuckles are simple brass knuckles, for a non-lethal approach, and an assortment of tools in her tool box, mostly wrenches and hammers and screw drivers.
Notes: She treasures the shells around her neck, as they are apart of her fondest memories, trying to steal them will most likely get you killed.
Birthplace: Labyanka, The Red Line.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Faction affinity (if any) and faction relations: She is very fond of the Red Line, their enemies are her enemies.
Physical description: She is a scrawny comrade, being 5'4" and 87Lbs. Her hair is cut short, and left to hang around just below her ears. Her eyes are a very light blue which causes trouble in light, for this she wears tinted goggles and a tinted gasmask. Her Russian features are shown quite visiblely, her pale complexion not being able to hide them, as they are also accented by her khaki M69 Soviet Uniform. Her black pistol belt holds a makarov holster with two pouches for spare mags.
On her right hip rest a dump pouch which holds her empty magazines and her collection of tools which is fairly limited. In front of that rests her canteen, and behind her dump pouch, rests her gas mask pouch, which holds her gasmasks. She commonly has a sling that holds her unscoped SVD Dragunov, the sling being an olive drab. On her head rests an Afghanistan Soviet war cap, with the mask, if she ever wanted to use it.
Personality: She is rather much of an odd ball, preferring to tinker with scrap metals, wires, and tools, rather than socialise, simply because she understands them better. When she is put into situations where she needs to speak, she tends to be timid and usually retreats into the recesses of her thoughts, usually becoming completely oblivious that she was in a conversation.
History: Her Mother was a teacher of the Communist Ideology, known to be able to convert nearly anyone, young or old, to join the cause for the truely utopian society. Her Father was a soldier, a simple man who had no distinguishing marks in his career, except for a little foot note that said he loved to tinker with metal and wires, and make tools for his comrades, and toys for his little Varushka. This would ultimately carry over to his daughter, and despite his wife's pleas and irritation, was quite proud she took to follow in his footsteps. At the age of seven, he took her to the base for the soldiers in their small station, this is whers he learned that his daughter had an affinity for the SVD Dragunov, and where he learned that she was quite a shot. For every headshot she got, he would display it quite proudly on the tables of their larger tent, and even took to putting them on his uniform, as if they were medals. At the age of twelve, her Father started bringing her out on patrols, taking the SVD Dragunov that she used at the range, making sure it was the only one she ever fired, and keeping it clean and well oiled and repaired for her, this is where she was able to get a taste of combat, for one day, a large squad of Neo-Nazis attacked, roughly about fifteen to their ten, including her. The Nazis had the Reds pinned, being supressed by RPK fire, while a few went to flank the Reds through side tunnels with Kalashes. The one thing the Nazis did not know is that several hundred metres behind, there was one younger Comrade who had ironsights fixed, Dragunov loaded, and a Father's pride put in her. What they did not see either, was the seven rounds that held the red spirit, and that would paint the Metro's walls red with it. With the eliminated flanking squad, the Reds were able to move up, utilizing the same side tunnels to take down one MG and acquire one lovely RPK. These seven rounds would later be made into the necklace she held so dear to her. At the age of seventeen, she was yearning to explore, and her proud Father, and her caring Mother, willingly obliged. Her Father gave her the uniform and tools, and her trusty SVD Dragunov, as well as how to make rounds for it. Her Mother gave her the Makarov that had her name put into the grip with care. Her family gave her the prized necklace of seven shells, and a dog tag that marked this forever as her home, and like that, she was off.
Preferred weapon(s): SVD Dragunov, Makarov PM, Trench Knife, the knuckles are simple brass knuckles, for a non-lethal approach, and an assortment of tools in her tool box, mostly wrenches and hammers and screw drivers.
Notes: She treasures the shells around her neck, as they are apart of her fondest memories, trying to steal them will most likely get you killed.