Post by Basil on Sept 3, 2009 6:01:36 GMT -8
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Never bothered to find one matching her description.
Name:Nadya Orumov.
Age:38
Height: 1 m 60 (sorry, I don't know how to use inches and such).
Weight:55 Kilos.
Weapon(s): (Start with a dagger) Trench knife.
Skills: Military tier 1, Backpacker/hiker tier 1, leader tier 1.
Weaknesses:She lost sight in her left eye in 2010, which affects her aim as well as her driving. If one should approach her from her blind side without warning, she would react very violently (getting shot after sneaking up on her is a strong possibility).
She also has a rather mercenary side, and will abandon the group or person accompanying her if she deems it unfavourable for her own survival.
Frame:Quite thin and fit (she is one of those people who never seem to put on any weight) with fine facial features and icy blue eyes. Has short dark red hair. Her blind eye is a slightly pale milky blue colour. Has a scar in her right palm, courtesy of some razor wire in Chechnya, as well as another small scar on her shoulder where she was hit by a pistol bullet.
Personality:Patient and cool-headed, Nadya has a very mercenary side and works by the old saying "the ends always justify the means", but she isn't entirely ruthless: despite her mercenary side, she possesses a strange kind of "mercenary ethic" that makes her turn down jobs that are too immoral or dodgy...a vestige of romanticism you could say.
She is always very vigilant, due to her blind eye, and hates having people approach her from her blind side without giving warning.
History: Born in 1977 in Omsk, Siberia, Nadya was the only child of a young couple of workers. She had a harsh childhood, as her father was killed in an accident at the battery factory he worked at, and her mother became an alcoholic.
Nadya was a good pupil at school despite her disintegrating home, and excelled in History and Literature. She even managed to attend English courses, a rare thing in the USSR at the time, and especially in Siberia, revealing a natural affinity for foreign languages.
On her 19th birthday and a few years after the collapse of the USSR, her mother died of hypothermia when she passed out from drunkenness on a sidewalk at 11 o' clock at night in the middle of winter. Having nothing left to hold her in Omsk, Nadya packed her meagre belongings (they had been forced to pawn most of their belongings after 1991, as the factory in which her mother worked closed down and money became harder to find).
She hid in an empty goods train travelling along the Trans-Siberian railway and got off in Novossibirsk where she tried to find a job...but without success. After practically a week spent in the cold, wet streets of Novossibirsk, she went to an Army recruitment centre and signed up. After completing her training, she was assigned to an infantry battalion and was sent into combat in Chechnya. The conflict was mostly over by then, and Nadya and her battalion did patrol work in areas where insurgents were still active.
A few years later, she was sent into an entirely different conflict: the war against Georgia. She was one of the first Russian troops to cross the border into Georgia, where she encountered heavy fighting.
In 2010, as the state of the world deteriorated, she was once more sent into combat in the war against the Ultra-Nationalist rebels who attempted to seize power. She lost sight in her left eye after a case of tracer ammunition exploded near her.
It was at that point that she left the army and moved to the USA, where things did not seem to be going as badly...that turned out to be very wrong indeed.
She managed to get hold of a small flat in the attic of a house a street away from the French Quarter and took up a job as a plongeur in a restaurant. As the world economy collapsed, she was sacked by the owner of the restaurant in a desperate and vain attemt at cutting costs and keeping his business afloat (that proved to be even more futile as the restaurant was pillaged and burned to the ground). She retreated to her tiny flat, and watched from her small skylight as the city fell into chaos.
Sample Roleplay:
This is from another RPG I am participating in (if you're interested in joining it, contact me via PM).
"The bushes nearby rustled slightly.
Nadya stood upright, her headlamp glaring brightly at the bush and her hands clutching her sawn off shotgun.
The bushes remained still and the night remained quiet.
She sighed with relief and got back to work.
It was 1:00 am, and Nadya was in the Agroprom Institute area examining a strange new geological formation some stalkers had spotted while on their way back from Yantar.
The thing was composed of three large, solidified earthen arches (that reminded Nadya vaguely of claws in the pale moonlight) gathered together in a circle.
Her geiger counter was crackling away insanely as she entered the centre of the formation, breathing heavily from inside her battered old scientists' protection suit.
Sweat beaded down her neck, face and back...she couldn't feel any pain, but she knew that the radiation was there, probably going right through her suit and impregnating her cells with cancer.
A dog howled in the distance and Nadya looked up, eyes wide and breathing hard.
If mutants decided to show up now, she was doomed.
Fortunately, nothing came, and she resumed her search for the artefact.
Nadya was not in the Agroprom Institute out of scientific curiosity, she was there with money in mind. Whatever artefact had created the strange upheaval in the earth was bound to be powerful...and very valuable, and she would be the one to get her hands on it and sell it.
Her artefact detector, inbuilt with the geiger counter, began to beep away and her eyes lit up.
She had found it.
Nadya searched the ground and finally saw it: a small, spherical object with a strange blueish colour...it seemed to glow slightly, and its beauty mesmerised her.
After staring at it for a bit, Nadya quickly snatched it up and put it in a small, leather and lead-lined satchel she was carrying.
She then exited the strange formation and sat down on a tree stump, hastily removing her suit and changing into her old bullet proof vest.
As she put her vest on, she heard a twig snap behind her.
"All right dear, no sudden moves and you'll be fine. Turn around slowly."
Nadya turned to face the man who had just spoken. He was tall and wearing a bandit's coat. He was pointing a shotgun straight at her.
"Give me that artefact you just found."
"-No", replied Nadya, staring at him coldly.
"-Just give it to me you stupid bitch or I'll shoot you!"
"-Okay...", said Nadya, sighing as she took her satchel and began to hand it over to him.
Just as she did so, she heard a faint raucous panting noise nearby.
Before the bandit could do anything, Nadya grabbed her AK-74 that lay propped against a rock near her feet and took off running.
"-Hey!"
She heard a loud bang as he shot at her. Buckshot slammed into a tree nearby.
"Come back here!! What? AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
The man screamed as the creature Nadya had heard earlier on made its move and attacked him...she did not even dare look back.
She ran down the hill and back onto the battered road that lead to the Garbage, before stopping and pausing to lean on an abandoned military truck in the middle of the road.
Her legs felt shaky and her head was pounding and swimming...she wanted to vomit.
Nadya threw up next to the truck, causing her head to shake and turn insanely.
She stopped herself from falling over backwards and fought down the sickness...the rays had gotten her as they would say in the Zone.
Talk about a life...
After resting for a bit, she left in the direction of the Garbage, AK-74 in her hands and sawn-off in its holster.
She would head back to the Cordon and go see that medic that had settled down there, maybe she could get some anti-rad medication. She would also pay a visit to Sidorovich and sell that artefact.
If Sidorovich refused to buy it, she would go back to Yantar or Rostok to sell it to a scientist. They also paid her well.
The sound of gunfire and a few screams drifted through the calm night air...either the army had found a hapless stalker and made him bite the dust or some fools had decided to resolve an argument with guns.
Nadya laughed slightly.
Always a loner, always a winner.
She laughed once more before realising her nose was bleeding again...she really needed to see a doctor of some kind."
Items: Nothing.
Never bothered to find one matching her description.
Name:Nadya Orumov.
Age:38
Height: 1 m 60 (sorry, I don't know how to use inches and such).
Weight:55 Kilos.
Weapon(s): (Start with a dagger) Trench knife.
Skills: Military tier 1, Backpacker/hiker tier 1, leader tier 1.
Weaknesses:She lost sight in her left eye in 2010, which affects her aim as well as her driving. If one should approach her from her blind side without warning, she would react very violently (getting shot after sneaking up on her is a strong possibility).
She also has a rather mercenary side, and will abandon the group or person accompanying her if she deems it unfavourable for her own survival.
Frame:Quite thin and fit (she is one of those people who never seem to put on any weight) with fine facial features and icy blue eyes. Has short dark red hair. Her blind eye is a slightly pale milky blue colour. Has a scar in her right palm, courtesy of some razor wire in Chechnya, as well as another small scar on her shoulder where she was hit by a pistol bullet.
Personality:Patient and cool-headed, Nadya has a very mercenary side and works by the old saying "the ends always justify the means", but she isn't entirely ruthless: despite her mercenary side, she possesses a strange kind of "mercenary ethic" that makes her turn down jobs that are too immoral or dodgy...a vestige of romanticism you could say.
She is always very vigilant, due to her blind eye, and hates having people approach her from her blind side without giving warning.
History: Born in 1977 in Omsk, Siberia, Nadya was the only child of a young couple of workers. She had a harsh childhood, as her father was killed in an accident at the battery factory he worked at, and her mother became an alcoholic.
Nadya was a good pupil at school despite her disintegrating home, and excelled in History and Literature. She even managed to attend English courses, a rare thing in the USSR at the time, and especially in Siberia, revealing a natural affinity for foreign languages.
On her 19th birthday and a few years after the collapse of the USSR, her mother died of hypothermia when she passed out from drunkenness on a sidewalk at 11 o' clock at night in the middle of winter. Having nothing left to hold her in Omsk, Nadya packed her meagre belongings (they had been forced to pawn most of their belongings after 1991, as the factory in which her mother worked closed down and money became harder to find).
She hid in an empty goods train travelling along the Trans-Siberian railway and got off in Novossibirsk where she tried to find a job...but without success. After practically a week spent in the cold, wet streets of Novossibirsk, she went to an Army recruitment centre and signed up. After completing her training, she was assigned to an infantry battalion and was sent into combat in Chechnya. The conflict was mostly over by then, and Nadya and her battalion did patrol work in areas where insurgents were still active.
A few years later, she was sent into an entirely different conflict: the war against Georgia. She was one of the first Russian troops to cross the border into Georgia, where she encountered heavy fighting.
In 2010, as the state of the world deteriorated, she was once more sent into combat in the war against the Ultra-Nationalist rebels who attempted to seize power. She lost sight in her left eye after a case of tracer ammunition exploded near her.
It was at that point that she left the army and moved to the USA, where things did not seem to be going as badly...that turned out to be very wrong indeed.
She managed to get hold of a small flat in the attic of a house a street away from the French Quarter and took up a job as a plongeur in a restaurant. As the world economy collapsed, she was sacked by the owner of the restaurant in a desperate and vain attemt at cutting costs and keeping his business afloat (that proved to be even more futile as the restaurant was pillaged and burned to the ground). She retreated to her tiny flat, and watched from her small skylight as the city fell into chaos.
Sample Roleplay:
This is from another RPG I am participating in (if you're interested in joining it, contact me via PM).
"The bushes nearby rustled slightly.
Nadya stood upright, her headlamp glaring brightly at the bush and her hands clutching her sawn off shotgun.
The bushes remained still and the night remained quiet.
She sighed with relief and got back to work.
It was 1:00 am, and Nadya was in the Agroprom Institute area examining a strange new geological formation some stalkers had spotted while on their way back from Yantar.
The thing was composed of three large, solidified earthen arches (that reminded Nadya vaguely of claws in the pale moonlight) gathered together in a circle.
Her geiger counter was crackling away insanely as she entered the centre of the formation, breathing heavily from inside her battered old scientists' protection suit.
Sweat beaded down her neck, face and back...she couldn't feel any pain, but she knew that the radiation was there, probably going right through her suit and impregnating her cells with cancer.
A dog howled in the distance and Nadya looked up, eyes wide and breathing hard.
If mutants decided to show up now, she was doomed.
Fortunately, nothing came, and she resumed her search for the artefact.
Nadya was not in the Agroprom Institute out of scientific curiosity, she was there with money in mind. Whatever artefact had created the strange upheaval in the earth was bound to be powerful...and very valuable, and she would be the one to get her hands on it and sell it.
Her artefact detector, inbuilt with the geiger counter, began to beep away and her eyes lit up.
She had found it.
Nadya searched the ground and finally saw it: a small, spherical object with a strange blueish colour...it seemed to glow slightly, and its beauty mesmerised her.
After staring at it for a bit, Nadya quickly snatched it up and put it in a small, leather and lead-lined satchel she was carrying.
She then exited the strange formation and sat down on a tree stump, hastily removing her suit and changing into her old bullet proof vest.
As she put her vest on, she heard a twig snap behind her.
"All right dear, no sudden moves and you'll be fine. Turn around slowly."
Nadya turned to face the man who had just spoken. He was tall and wearing a bandit's coat. He was pointing a shotgun straight at her.
"Give me that artefact you just found."
"-No", replied Nadya, staring at him coldly.
"-Just give it to me you stupid bitch or I'll shoot you!"
"-Okay...", said Nadya, sighing as she took her satchel and began to hand it over to him.
Just as she did so, she heard a faint raucous panting noise nearby.
Before the bandit could do anything, Nadya grabbed her AK-74 that lay propped against a rock near her feet and took off running.
"-Hey!"
She heard a loud bang as he shot at her. Buckshot slammed into a tree nearby.
"Come back here!! What? AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
The man screamed as the creature Nadya had heard earlier on made its move and attacked him...she did not even dare look back.
She ran down the hill and back onto the battered road that lead to the Garbage, before stopping and pausing to lean on an abandoned military truck in the middle of the road.
Her legs felt shaky and her head was pounding and swimming...she wanted to vomit.
Nadya threw up next to the truck, causing her head to shake and turn insanely.
She stopped herself from falling over backwards and fought down the sickness...the rays had gotten her as they would say in the Zone.
Talk about a life...
After resting for a bit, she left in the direction of the Garbage, AK-74 in her hands and sawn-off in its holster.
She would head back to the Cordon and go see that medic that had settled down there, maybe she could get some anti-rad medication. She would also pay a visit to Sidorovich and sell that artefact.
If Sidorovich refused to buy it, she would go back to Yantar or Rostok to sell it to a scientist. They also paid her well.
The sound of gunfire and a few screams drifted through the calm night air...either the army had found a hapless stalker and made him bite the dust or some fools had decided to resolve an argument with guns.
Nadya laughed slightly.
Always a loner, always a winner.
She laughed once more before realising her nose was bleeding again...she really needed to see a doctor of some kind."
Items: Nothing.
