#ops416:intro

[wastelandians]

(  oscar isaac. cis-man.  he/him )  in  krovograd  ,  survival  is  a  test  of  both  skill  and  morality  —  will CASIMIR MAZARIEGOS  withstand  the  horrors  ,  or  will  the  city  break  them  ?  over  the  comms  ,  their  voice  cuts  through  the  static  :  “THE DOG THAT WEEPS AFTER IT KILLS IS NO BETTER THAN THE DOG THAT DOESN'T. MY GUILT WILL NOT PURIFY ME.”  our  records  confirm  they  are  a  FORTY-EIGHT  year  old  SENIOR SCIENTIST   ,  assigned  to  VESTIGE  for  TWENTY-TWO YEARS  field  reports  describe  them  as  DILIGENT & OBSERVANT  ,  though  firsthand  accounts  suggest  they  are  equally  DISCONTENTED  &   COMPLACENT under  pressure.  there’s  something  about  them  —  something  in  the  way  they  move  ,  speak  ,  or  fight  —  that  brings  to  mind  SON OF NYX  (  HOZIER  ).  maybe  it's  just  a  coincidence.  or  maybe  ,  it  says  everything.

>>  BACKGROUND

casimir is the only son of a prominent law professor and famed physicist. academia always existed as a potential in his peripheral— there’d been no need to urge him into it. he takes to it naturally. 

he’s recruited while still in grad school, participating in an internship funded by vestige, which segues into a scientist position upon the completion of his phd. back when he’s still young, bright eyed, and immensely hopeful about making a difference.

where did it all go wrong? [what was once a question for him to push aside grows into a demand he’s unable to ignore.] he becomes one with vestige, but the gravity of such takes several years to set in. for the sense of what’s been lost to settle in. 

the more he uncovers in his research, the farther he finds himself falling. he knows that the point of no return will soon arrive.

>>  FUN FACTS

brilliant 

disillusioned 

existential crisis 

obsequious 

caffeine dependency 

a team player!

[blccdspilt]

VIKTOR LVOVICH BOYATA. FIELD OPERATIVE, BLACK VEIL.

❄️  (  john david washington.  cis male.  he/him/his  )  in  krovograd  ,  survival  is  a  test  of  both  skill  and  morality  —  will VIKTOR  LVOVICH  BOYATA  withstand  the  horrors  ,  or  will  the  city  break  them  ?  over  the  comms  ,  their  voice  cuts  through  the  static  :  “I'M AN INSTRUMENT. I HAVE NO TIME FOR FEAR.”  our  records  confirm  they  are  a  40  year  old  FIELD  OPERATIVE ,  assigned  to  BLACK  VEIL  for  SEVEN  YEARS.  field  reports  describe  them  as  QUICK-WITTED  AND  DISCIPLINED ,  though  firsthand  accounts  suggest  they  are  equally  UNBENDING  AND  ABRASIVE  under  pressure.  there’s  something  about  them  —  something  in  the  way  they  move  ,  speak  ,  or  fight  —  that  brings  to  mind  PRAY FOR ME (  THE  WEEKND  AND  KENDRICK  LAMAR  ).  maybe  it's  just  a  coincidence.  or  maybe  ,  it  says  everything.

DATA.

Full Name: Viktor Lvovich Boyata

Age: Forty (b. 2 September 1965)

Pronouns: He/him

Orientation: ?

Affiliation: Black Veil (beginning c. 1999)

Occupation/Rank: Field Operative

Place Of Origin: Krovograd (prev. USSR)

Ethnicity: Black (Congolese)

Languages spoken: Russian, Swahili, French, English

Known family: Leon Boyata (father); Antoinette Elenga (mother)

TIMELINE.

1961 - Leon Boyata and Antoinette Elenga, immigrants from the Democratic Republic of the Congo, are students at a Soviet university. They begin a relationship, and are married before the end of the year.

1966 - Their only child, Viktor, is born in Krovograd, where Leon works in one of the research facilities as an engineer. He is given a Slavic name and a patronym, observing the culture of their new homeland.

1972 - Leon dies in a factory accident. Antoinette is forced to take on work to support herself and her young child.

1983 - Antoinette dies of cancer, leaving her son as an orphan at seventeen years old.

1984 - Viktor joins the military, training and achieving the rank of sergeant. He continues to make a military career, serving primarily in the district close to Krovograd.

1991 - With the fall of the Soviet Union, Viktor's army service comes to an end. He begins a career with the police and joins a local militia to fill the void, and to attempt to bring some order in his home town.

1999 - After several years of resistance, Viktor opts to join the Black Veil, initially considering it it an opportunity to continue defending the only home he knows.

2005 - As a field agent, he plays an instrumental part in the Black Veil's action to seize the underground. If he has any reservations about what the organization is doing, he's never spoken about it.

2006 - Viktor has little left to him except his duty to the Black Veil. He still tells himself that it is necessary to keep Krovograd safe from the encroachment of outsiders

INTERVIEW.

001.  WHAT'S  YOUR  STORY?  ARE  YOU  KROVOGRAD-BORN,  NEWLY  DEPLOYED,  OR  JUST  ANOTHER  POOR  SOUL  WHO  ENDED  UP  IN  THE  WRONG  PLACE  AT  THE  WRONG  TIME?

“Krovograd-born,” he answers easily, though he knows it probably shows just from how he speaks. He's calm, his back ram-rod straight as one finger taps against his thigh. “But if you're asking how I got here: my parents came to the Soviet Union to attend school. Seeking stability when they left their homeland.” He scoffs, the notion obviously ridiculous to all parties in retrospect. “Imagine, looking for stability. In a place like this.”

002.   THE  CITY  IS  A  WARZONE,  CRAWLING  WITH  THINGS  THAT  SHOULDN'T  EXIST.  WHAT'S  YOUR  TAKE  ON  ALL  OF  THIS?  FEAR,  DUTY,  OR  SOMETHING  ELSE  ENTIRELY?

“I am doing my job,” he says shortly, his eyes glinting in the dim light as they speak. “It's not my job to ask questions. Only what I need to know.” He pauses a moment, then shakes his head. “I'm not afraid. I wouldn't have made it this far if I was, would I?” Though his expression is dispassionate, he looks away for a moment. “I do what needs doing. That's all.” 

003.   OUT  HERE  STRENGTHS  KEEP  YOU  ALIVE,  WEAKNESSES  GET  YOU  KILLED.  TELL  ME,  WHAT'S  YOUR  BEST  ASSET  IN  A  SURVIVAL  SITUATION?  AND  WHAT'S  GOING  TO  BE  YOUR  DOWNFALL?

Viktor sighs, growing irritated by the questioning now. “I'm prepared for anything,” he says simply. “And I appreciate challenges. As for my weakness?” He smiles wryly, a challenge in his dark eyes. “...I don't play well with others.”

004. DESPERATION  MAKES  PEOPLE  DO  UGLY  THINGS.  WHERE  DO  YOU  DRAW  THE  LINE?  OR  SHOULD  I  ASSUME  THERE  ISN'T  ONE?

“My livelihood comes from doing ugly things,” he points out as he stands. “Someone has to do the ugly things, sometimes, if they want anything to change.” He leans in close, looming, his voice low. “You would be wise not to make assumptions about me. Or anyone in this city. The people of Krovograd have all done what they needed to survive.”

[taintedblud]

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡  ⸻

⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻ in  krovograd  ,  survival  is  a  test  of  both  skill  and  morality  —  will ��VANESSA BELACQUA withstand  the  horrors  ,  or  will  the  city  break  them  ?  over  the  comms  ,  their  voice  cuts  through  the  static  :  “ MY FATHER IS THE WORST MAN ALIVE, AND I AM HIS FAVORITE DAUGHTER ”  our  records  confirm  they  are  a  THIRTY  year  old  BARTENDER AT THE RUSTY ANVIL TAVERN  ,  assigned  to  THE LOCALS  for  A YEAR ( 10 YEARS ).  field  reports  describe  them  as  CLEVER & INDEPENDENT   ,  though  firsthand  accounts  suggest  they  are  equally  RECLUSE & SARCASTIC   under  pressure.  there’s  something  about  them  —  something  in  the  way  they  move  ,  speak  ,  or  fight  —  that  brings  to  mind  HEATHENS  (  TWENTY-ONE PILOTS  ).  maybe  it's  just  a  coincidence.  or  maybe  ,  it  says  everything. ⸻ death tw , murder tw .

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟 ⸻

FULL NAME﹕ vanessa belacqua .

NICKNAME(S) / TITLE(S)﹕ unknown .

D.O.B﹕ march 21st .

AGE﹕ 30 .

ZODIAC﹕ aries .

GENDER﹕ cis woman .

PRONOUNS﹕ she / her .

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION﹕ heteroromantic .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION﹕ heterosexual .

OCCUPATION﹕ bartender / maager at the rusty anvil tavern .

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 ⸻

FACECLAIM﹕ melissa barrera .

EYE COLOR﹕ brown.

HAIR COLOR﹕ dark brown.

BUILD﹕ slim .

HEIGHT﹕ 5’7’’ .

WEIGHT﹕ 60 kg .

MARKS / SCARS﹕ vanessa has many scars all over her body . her back has gashes , rib cage gash , scars from broken bones .

𝗣𝗛𝗦𝗬𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 ⸻

TROPES﹕ax-crazy , dark and troubled past , dark secret , abusive parent , the alcoholic , brilliant but lazy , snark knight , broken bird , jerk with the heart of gold .

MORAL ALIGNMENT﹕ chaotic .

TEMPERAMENT﹕ melancholic .

DEADLY SIN﹕ wrath , sloth .

ELEMENT﹕ fire .

MENTAL CONDITIONS / DISORDERS﹕ ptsd / depression .

EMOTIONAL STABILITY﹕ barely there .

FEAR(S)﹕ her father finding her .

ALCOHOL USE﹕ she's an alcoholic .

PRONE TO VIOLENCE?﹕ yes .

DRIVES / MOTIVATIONS﹕ herself , gregor .

POWERS + SKILLS﹕ survivability , durability , stamina , bilingualism , physician , reflexes , bilingualism , genius-level intellect , master scientist , & some hacking skills.

𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗  ⸻

if you were to ask her about her past, you will get nothing and given her scars , it wasn't a pretty one. growing up vanessa had a mother and 4 other siblings. given her father works in science and the people he worked for , JOHNATHAN BELACQUA'S family never lacked anything other than his own attention and love for them as he was with his own work.

Her oldest brother passing away when she was 10. his passing somehow brought the family closer and her father's interest in his children. Vanessa wanting her father's every attention took interest in science , to at least have something to bond over with him. Something that came very easy to her. Giving ideas to her father without knowing much on what he was working on, she didn't care as long as she saw how happy he got whenever she inspired something.

they eventually moved to Raccoon city where her father started to work with umbrella. Soon after , her 15th birthday her second oldest sibling would be found near the sewers after his disappearance. While her brother and mother cried , their father showed anger.

Six months after, they would find their father fixing his tie as he handed them the note their mother left them all . walking out on them , it was just the 3 of them now . Vanessa and her brother would take the mantel to do the house chores and cooking while their father would be seen less and less. That is until the THE RACCON CITY INCIDENT , her brother would get bitten. Where she had fear in her eyes, her father saw an opportunity .

the name NIKOLA  KARSOV comes up and they eventually leave to krovograd . INCLUDING HER BROTHER . ( she was forced and knocked out the entire flight there ). Craze eyes from her father and being surrounded by people who were clearly sketchy , vanessa took whatever bag her father packed for her and wanted to leave but instead , she was prevented from leaving and kept there. Her father wanting her to be his inspiration as she was when she was younger. Nit picking at her thoughts. Vanessa realized how much of a monster her father was . AFTER ALL , SHE HAD LEARNED THAT HE WAS THE REASON WHY MOST OF HER FAMILY IS NOW DEAD ... HER MOTHER NEVER ABANDONING THEM. there were many times vanessa would try to escape at every chance she got . Wanting to put her turned brother out of his misery or at least his body .

it wasn't until a year and a half ago that vanessa would succeed in her escape. Of course , she took one of her father's eyes out in the process. Being shot at and running to get away from them in nothing but a while nightgown and barefooted , vanessa didn't know how or when to stop. Causing her to trip down a cut bank and into the waters. the current dragging her body where she passed out and simply was tired of fighting back with already two bullet wounds in her .

OLD MAN GREGOR was the one who found her and took her in. Nursing her to good health. Gregor realized something wrong when it came to her and the black veil ... how she would hide when she recognized one or two. Hiding herself , it's when Gregor started spreading out the lie about her being his grand niece. He pretty much took to her as his own daughter the past year and a half. Vanessa helping him out considering his age . especially around the bar and home. managing it whenever he can't. If anything , gregor taught her how a father should be ....

blunt, strong, and guarded. Old man Gregor calls her “a hard-drinking short-fused mess of a woman. but a good kid none-the less” Vanessa doesn’t mince words, and she doesn’t waste time on people who get in her way. If aggravated or extremely annoyed by someone in her disfavor, Vanessa could become an intimidating figure.

However, the combined trauma of losing her family and experience with her father has also made her a somewhat unstable individual. She suffers from Post-Traumatic Stress , occasionally undergoing hallucinations and flashbacks of her time in her father's grasp. In these instances she can act out more erratic and violent such as punching the window of the bar or breaking a bottle or two. Gregor taught her a way to cope that whenever her PTSD is triggered. a mantra she repeats to center herself.

Vanessa tends to still hide from the black veils or anyone she thinks might be. Not knowing whether her father think she's dead or he is still looking for her.

[inhumanes]

𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙴𝚇𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙸𝚃 ⸺   𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻'𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙺 .

FULL NAME.  MADALENA PAVIA. NICKNAME(S)  /  ALIAS(ES)  .   MAD / MADS / LENA, FREQUENTLY REFERENCED AS 'DOC' AMONG THE HOUNDS.   AGE .   THIRTY - TWO  ( 32 ) GENDER  +  PRONOUNS . CIS WOMAN + SHE / HER ORIENTATION.   TBD ALLEGIANCE.   BSAA / GHOST HOUNDS. ONE MAY GO SO FAR AS TO SAY HUMANITY.

" YOU JUST KEEP LOADING YOUR LEAD, BOYS, AND LEAVE THE HARD STUFF TO ME . "

i. SELECTION OF ENTRANCE INTERVIEW.

001.  WHAT'S  YOUR  STORY?  ARE  YOU  KROVOGRAD-BORN,  NEWLY  DEPLOYED,  OR  JUST  ANOTHER  POOR  SOUL  WHO  ENDED  UP  IN  THE  WRONG  PLACE  AT  THE  WRONG  TIME?

>   "You know it's misattributed to Oscar Wilde, that phrase ⸺ 'a burnt child loves the fire,'" In the dim room behind a warped metal table, the woman's upright posture is incongruous. Taut, where everything around her is malformed and slouching. Almost elegant. Unfitting. Like silverware stuck upright in barren fields. "It doesn't actually appear in any of his published works. The proverb in actuality is 'dreads'." Dreads. The word, exposed to oxygen, expands. Fills the room. Dr. Pavia's gaze stays momentarily on the surface in front of her before sliding off. "Early in my career I worked with a specialized tactical unit, not unlike the Hounds. I left that to focus on working in non-combat setting. I thought I could reach more people that way. Do more. I was still in the field with WHO when the Hounds recon brought back word of Karsov and the virus. So they came to me."

002.   THE  CITY  IS  A  WARZONE,  CRAWLING  WITH  THINGS  THAT  SHOULDN'T  EXIST.  WHAT'S  YOUR  TAKE  ON  ALL  OF  THIS?  FEAR,  DUTY,  OR  SOMETHING  ELSE  ENTIRELY?

> "My father was a man not unlike Karsov." If there is pain in the reveal of this violent truth, her face does not display it. "I may not love or dread the fire but I am... acclimatized to it. I'm used to the heat. To Hell. It's where I grew up. "I'm here because I can be. Because I can withstand it. ⸺ That makes it my obligation."

ii. SELECTION OF DOSSIER trigger warnings for this point forward: vague discussions of criminal acts, terrorism, disease

THE NAME THAT SHE SHARES WITH YOU IS NOT THE ONE SHE WAS BORN WITH. that’s an unhelpful way to start a story, no? by telling you that the fact presented to you first, the very start of it all, is not true. it may call into question that which follows it; or it may even make you reexamine everything. that’s why it’s the only way to start. the only fair beginning. this whole story, all of it, from top to bottom and beginning to end, is about what sits behind the silk screen. the difference between experience and reality. let me explain,

she is born in cuba within a house of many doors. it has many doors because it is large, and long, and grand, because the man who built it needs many ways to leave, because he requires a thousand ways to trick his enemies. her father built this house, and in many ways, he built her too — purposefully, with intent and protracted fingers. this man who builds, he also creates. from nothing, he would say, like god. this is why the man has many enemies — he seeks to remake the world. faith & science can coexist, he says: because i believe completely in my own ability.

honestly yall i dont got it in me. proceed to sparknotes

TL;DR. MADALENA PAVIA, as you know her, is the daughter of the former co-head of international criminal organization (think SPECTRE), who was at his core a mad scientist & bioterrorist. there is evidence to suggest she may not have been a naturally conceived child, and has altered genetic coding ⸺  to what extent madalena does not know & doesn’t intend to find out. she’s raised a sharp and capable object in the criminal sphere, meant to succeed him. instead she comes to reconcile with her father being an individual uniquely suited to change the world while instead using said gifts to burn it down. she culls contact with her father + moves to spain before being approached by a reconnaissance agent at age twenty-three, subsequently assisting in an effort that would see him caught & killed. after attaining her masters madalena begins work for a counter-terrorism organization not unlike the ghost hounds. her tenure in that squad lasts only 3 years before she leaves, feeling herself most capable of aiding humanity by utilizing her talents elsewhere + in personal contact with those in need. prior to being recruited by the ghost hounds, she spent several years as a WHO doctor + field biologist.

iii. MISCELLANEOUS

among the greatest minds of her generation and responsible for one of the largest scientific breakthroughs of the last few decades known as APIX-9, though colloquially known as the 'apex vaccine,' a vaccination which stunts numerous parasite-borne illnesses & renders the vaccinated person immune thereafter. this combined with field/combat experience and her... unusual... upbringing, made her the go-to call when recon on the sable virus broke. help me obiwan ur my only scientific hope !

more recently has had success in developing a treatment which slows cellular metabolism & turnover; while not a cure, it can decelerate the progress of diseases which effect cells (leukemia, lymphoma, autoimmune etc). not yet available to the public and only recently past initial testing stages, she intends to utilize this serum on krovograd's infected and hope it buys more time while she studies sable + works on (hopefully) (hahah) an antidote

once spoke at a congressional hearing in washington and went 90s-viral for calling the america government + those seated at congress "a poisoned well the likes of which i have only seen in starving desert cities and fairytales" after the u.s. refused to intercede in a humanitarian crisis in mali due to an concurrent civil war

pioneer of the office siren look i'll tell u that much

has a very humble take on her own work + is the antithesis to playing god. she is the very human shoulders pushing back against god's great hands. she intends to sit his (and any vestige scientists playing in that shadow) ass down where it belongs

as im sure u can tell she has partially reached this place because of an upright moral compass, and part because of a deep, immovable guilt for the evils her father inflicted on the world. the sins of the father become the duty of the daughter, and all<3

[bludstaine]

suffer     does     the     wolf     —     crawling     to     thee     .  

(  emilia clarke.  cis woman.  she/her  )  in  krovograd  ,  survival  is  a  test  of  both  skill  and  morality  —  will  AOIFE VALENTINE  withstand  the  horrors  ,  or  will  the  city  break  them  ?  over  the  comms  ,  their  voice  cuts  through  the  static  :  “I’M MORE WOLF THAN WOMAN, ANYWAY.”  our  records  confirm  they  are  a  THIRTY  year  old  ALPHA - 04  ,  assigned  to  GHOST HOUNDS  for  2  YEARS.  field  reports  describe  them  as  AMBITIOUS,  COMPASSIONATE  ,  though  firsthand  accounts  suggest  they  are  equally  MISTRUSTING,  IMPULSIVE  under  pressure.  there’s  something  about  them  —  something  in  the  way  they  move  ,  speak  ,  or  fight  —  that  brings  to  mind  STARBURSTER   (  FONTAINES DC  ).  maybe  it's  just  a  coincidence.  or  maybe  ,  it  says  everything.

𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘴

full name : aoife  ( ee - fah )  valentine age : thirty  gender / pronouns : cis  woman she  /  her orientation : bisexual  occupation : alpha  -  04  , assigned  to  ghost  hounds

𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭

eye  colour  :  blue hair  colour  :  silver build  :  petite,  muscular height  :  5′1″ piercings  :  ear  lobes,  tragus  and  helix tattoos  :  neck,  left  arm,  right  hand distinctive  features  :  white   hair   and   stern   eyes face  claim  :  emilia   clarke

𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥

disclaimer —  i  know  next  to  nothing  about  the  american  education  system  so  ignore  and  mistakes  in  my  google  research  below!

born in dublin, ireland to an american mother and an irish father, aoife valentine was faced with struggle from the beginning. inner city dublin in the 1980s was a mountain to climb rather than a life to live — and the valentine family climbed and climbed, even when the rocks fell out from under their ragged feet. a place titled the liberties, where the children ran dirty footed through the streets, where the spirits were high even through the poverty faced by the working class. aoife shared a brilliant mind from a young age, though there resources simply weren't there to nurture her through her schooling. it was suggested, sadly, that she could be brilliant should she attend a school better equipped to aid in her abilities. arguments broke out between a mother who felt there was a life to live across the ocean and a father who had checked out mentally a long time ago. no, he had said, had refused to give their family a chance at something more. resentment built, growing until there was nothing resembling what had once been love between aoife's parents, until her father grew mean and her mother grew angry — and so she left in the night with her eleven year old daughter tucked against her side. she had saved and saved for plane tickets, had put aside what she could for years until they found themselves fleeing to washington d.c. where her mother had some family that they could stay with.  in her schooling, aoife began to thrive, but it was socially that she fell back. she was younger, pushed up through her grades and bearing a thick dublin accent which the other kids made fun of. she kept her head down, studied; but she also had a mouth which got her into trouble, which got her bullied or teased. she hated going to school, but she loved the challenge of it, too. she loved that she was good at something, that things went quiet in her head when faced with a scientific equation, with theory regarding old english literature, with a new language to learn. her mother saw a bright future ahead of her, and so she encouraged a fifteen year old aoife to accept the offer from georgetown university to attend early.  she was twenty three when she graduated medical school, armed with an excellent education and dreams of becoming a surgeon, of helping others; her career took a hard swing when she found herself enlisting in the navy in order to follow the woman she had been in love with into the army. aoife had met carla in her final years of studies, had fallen deeply and irrevocably, and soon began to share in her ideals of joining the army. bioterrorism was everywhere since the raccoon city incident, people were scared, and she wanted to be a part of something big. she trained, she grew stronger physically than she ever had though she would be capable of. carla would later go missing in action, lost during a classified misison which even aoife knew nothing about. she fell down a rabbit hole of questions and theories, until she finally landed in the bsaa; desperate for answers and in way over her head.

[wrcnched]

❄️  (  isabela merced.  cis woman.  she/her  )  in  krovograd  ,  survival  is  a  test  of  both  skill  and  morality  —  will  KALINA VEGA  withstand  the  horrors  ,  or  will  the  city  break  them  ?  over  the  comms  ,  their  voice  cuts  through  the  static  :  “THAT’S TWENTY POUNDS OF CRAZY IN A TEN POUND BAG.”  our  records  confirm  they  are  a  26  year  old  CLERK / REPAIR TECH @ KOLMENIK MARKET  ,  assigned  to  THE LOCALS  for  HER WHOLE LIFE.  field  reports  describe  them  as  SELF CONFIDENT & PLUCKY  ,  though  firsthand  accounts  suggest  they  are  equally  STUBBORN & RECKLESS  under  pressure.  there’s  something  about  them  —  something  in  the  way  they  move  ,  speak  ,  or  fight  —  that  brings  to  mind  LINE OF BLOOD  (  TY STONE  ).  maybe  it's  just  a  coincidence.  or  maybe  ,  it  says  everything.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 …

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: kalina mariana vega

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒): kali, lina, mari, wrench

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: june 2nd, 1979

𝐀𝐆𝐄: 26 years old

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: cis woman

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: panromantic

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: demisexual

𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: right

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒: making coffee or tea for the ceremony of it, wearing a necklace like an oath, harebrained ideas that somehow manage to actually work, when livin’ on a prayer isn’t just an 80’s song anymore, unceremoniously blowing curly hair out of her eyes, haphazardly sitting in chairs whilst tinkering with all manner of items, an uncanny amount of optimism (or is it blissful ignorance?)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 …

001.  WHAT'S  YOUR  STORY?  ARE  YOU  KROVOGRAD-BORN,  NEWLY  DEPLOYED,  OR  JUST  ANOTHER  POOR  SOUL  WHO  ENDED  UP  IN  THE  WRONG  PLACE  AT  THE  WRONG  TIME?

“born and raised . . . albeit tragically so but—” she clicked her tongue and shrugged. “what can ya do, right? i keep myself busy, fully enjoy working at the outpost and tinkering with the stuff that comes through.” at this point, was she even paying attention? what with her leaning back in her chair so her head hung over the back as she spun aimlessly. “if you ignore all the, ya know, stuff that’s in the town it’s not so bad. i mean, we could be in cleveland.”

002.   THE  CITY  IS  A  WARZONE,  CRAWLING  WITH  THINGS  THAT  SHOULDN'T  EXIST.  WHAT'S  YOUR  TAKE  ON  ALL  OF  THIS?  FEAR,  DUTY,  OR  SOMETHING  ELSE  ENTIRELY?

kali thought for a moment, as if actually considering the question posed to her. “survival? obviously it’s extremely unnerving seeing those things around, even worse if you catch a glimpse of what the infection does to people but—” she let out a sigh, waving her screwdriver around in the air, as if trying to write out her thoughts. “if you let the fear take ahold of you too strongly, you’re no good to anyone, right?”

003.   OUT  HERE  STRENGTHS  KEEP  YOU  ALIVE,  WEAKNESSES  GET  YOU  KILLED.  TELL  ME,  WHAT'S  YOUR  BEST  ASSET  IN  A  SURIVIAL  SITUATION?  AND  WHAT'S  GOING  TO  BE  YOUR  DOWNFALL?

“i’m stubborn.” she snorted to herself, flipping the pencil between her fingers. “no but, i’m pretty handy at things actually. it’s why i’m good at my job, that’s not to sound self absorbed or over confident or anything. i just know my limits, and i know i can pick up things quickly, and I’m pretty good at figuring out solutions under stress.” she pointed the pencil at the other. “but my inevitable downfall? i leap before i look, every time. i’m natural selection’s poster child. if i have nine lives I’m probably down to 2 by now. so my recklessness will probably get me killed before anything else.”

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘…

So, you want the nitty gritty? The down dirty, all the real prime time facts about one Kalina Vega? Well I hate to break it to you, but if you’re looking for an award winning novel or exposition then I’ll point you to your nearest bookstore. But if you want the straight up facts and figures? Then let’s go, babe.

Born to a single mother and plethora of parental figures in town, Kalina had a host of influences in her life that leas to quite a well rounded individual as she grew up. She learned to fix practically anything with a wire or electrical current from their neighbor, developed a love for murder mysteries thanks to the former author a few doors down. Anything a misfit could learn in their adolescence and beyond, Kali did.

School came rather easily to her, though she was a truly horrid tester. So she ironically graduated early, but went to college for a degree in auto mechanics.

Her second year of college abroad was the year that the Umbrella incident happened, and news of it spread to her campus. She’d gotten enough credits to graduate by then, and quickly did so before moving back home before anything got worse. Maybe that was stupid, but she couldn’t live with herself if something happened to her grandfather while she was away (her mother having left town not long after Kali left for college, without so much as a word about it).

Girl’s got the survival instincts of a cockroach and the 9 lives of a cat, so as things did progressively get worse in Krovograd, Kalina faced them with a almost dumb sense of optimism. She started working at the Kolmenik Market, helping out and fixing things that came through, not to mention offering her fix-it skills around town in general.

As things have snowballed into borderline hysteria over the last few years, Kalina has done her best to keep herself busy and help where she can. She doesn’t like being left with her own thoughts, cause that’s when the anxiety and fears creep in. She’s not avoiding the problems per se, she’d doing everything to not let the worry take its toll.

She’s got a heart of gold, a plan b / c / d and e if plan a doesn’t work out, and almost never leaves home without her satchel full of tools. She’s quick on her feet and is pretty great at solving problems under stress, but starts babbling if she gets scared. Kali’s almost always blasting some 80’s song on her portable cassette player, and she makes a stew that’ll feel like a hug in and of itself. So grab a chair and hang out with her at the market, eh? She could use the company.

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  ¹          ✱           𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀   𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲   𝗶𝘀   𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻'   𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱   𝗼𝗳   𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀   ,   feels   like   it's   a   loaded   gun   …   my   -   my   ,   it's   turning   like   a   cloud   of   dust   .   my   heart   always   wants   to   run   .   if   you   want   a   cowboy   on   a   white   horse   ridin'   off   into   the   sunset   ,   if   that's   the   kind   of   love   you   wanna   wait   for   hold   on   tight   ,   girl   ,   i   ain't   there   yet   .   .   .     no   ,   i   ain't   there   yet   .

 ❄️    (    barry    sloane.    cis    man.    he/him    )    in    krovograd    ,    survival    is    a    test    of    both    skill    and    morality    —    will    COOPER    “BEAR"    RILEY    withstand    the    horrors    ,    or    will    the    city    break    them    ?    over    the    comms    ,    their    voice    cuts    through    the    static    :    “TELL    ME,    LOVE—    D'YOU    ALWAYS    SOUND    THAT    GOOD    OVER    COMMS,    OR    IS    IT    JUST    ‘CAUSE    I'M    LISTENIN’?”    our    records    confirm    they    are    a    44    year    old    CAPTAIN    /    SQUAD    LEADER    (    BRAVO-06    )    ,    assigned    to    THE    BSAA    (    SHADOW    PACK    )    for    5    YEARS.    field    reports    describe    them    as    LOYAL    LIKE    A    DOG    AND    WITTY    ,    though    firsthand    accounts    suggest    they    are    equally    COMICALLY    RECKLESS    AND    OVER    DRAMATIC    under    pressure.    there’s    something    about    them    —    something    in    the    way    they    move    ,    speak    ,    or    fight    —    that    brings    to    mind    WHITE    HORSE    (    CHRIS    STAPLETON    ).    maybe    it's    just    a    coincidence.    or    maybe    ,    it    says    everything. 

 ✱       𝙵𝙾𝚁   𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻   𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈   𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙺   𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴   (   𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃   𝚅𝙸𝙴𝚆𝙴𝙳   𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙺𝚃𝙾𝙿   )       [    …    ]

 ✱     𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁   𝙳𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙻𝙾𝙿𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃       [    …    ]

letters   to   mary

letters   to   briggs

 ✱     𝙰𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙾   𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂    [    …    ]

 ✱       𝚅𝙸𝚂𝚄𝙰𝙻𝚂   ,   𝙶𝙴𝙰𝚁   ,   𝙴𝚃𝙲       [    …    ]

tbd!!!

 ✱       𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁   𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙸𝙴𝚆    [    …    ]

 [    the   camera   flickers   ,   adjusting   to   the   dim   light   of   the   bunker.   cooper   leans   back   in   his   chair   ,   one   arm   draped   lazily   over   the   backrest.   his   other   hand   absentmindedly   rubs   at   a   scar   on   his   forearm.   there’s   an   amused   glint   in   his   eye   —   like   he’s   not   sure   if   he’s   taking   this   seriously   or   just   waiting   for   the   moment   to   take   the   piss   out   of   it.   he   exhales   through   his   nose   ,   smirks   ,   and   starts   talking    ]

 [    001.   ]    WHAT'S   YOUR   STORY?   ARE   YOU   KROVOGRAD-BORN,   NEWLY   DEPLOYED,   OR   JUST   ANOTHER   POOR   SOUL   WHO   ENDED   UP   IN   THE   WRONG   PLACE   AT   THE   WRONG   TIME?

 cooper   leans   back,   arms   crossed,   a   lazy   smirk   tugging   at   the   corner   of   his   mouth.   “oh   aye,   i’m   krovograd-born   and   raised,   proper   local,   me.   grew   up   just   round   the   corner   from   that   abandoned   meat   factory.   used   to   play   footie   with   the   lads   right   next   to   the   bioweapon   dumpsite.   good   times.”

 he   snorts,   shaking   his   head.   “nah,   mate.   i’m   just   another   poor   bastard   the   higher-ups   threw   at   the   problem   hopin’   i’d   make   it   go   away.   bsaa   stamped   ‘bravo   06’   on   me   arse   and   said,   ‘go   on   then,   fix   it.’   been   runnin’   clean-up   ever   since.   but   let’s   not   pretend   i’m   the   hero   of   this   shite   story.   wrong   place,   wrong   time?   maybe.   but   if   you   ask   me,   this   whole   place   was   fucked   long   before   i   got   here.”

 for   a   moment,   he   drums   his   fingers   against   his   knee,   eyes   flicking   away.   he   thinks   of   briggs.   of   how   this   mission   wasn’t   meant   to   be   his   alone.   but   he   pushes   that   thought   down,   lets   the   smirk   return.   “anyway,   stick   with   me,   sweetheart,   and   you   might   just   make   it   out   of   ‘ere   in   one   piece.   no   promises,   though.”

 [    002.    ]    THE   CITY   IS   A   WARZONE,   CRAWLING   WITH   THINGS   THAT   SHOULDN'T   EXIST.   WHAT'S   YOUR   TAKE   ON   ALL   OF   THIS?   FEAR,   DUTY,   OR   SOMETHING   ELSE   ENTIRELY?

 cooper   lets   out   a   low   whistle,   shaking   his   head.   “oh,   it’s   a   bloody   nightmare,   innit?   place   looks   like   some   poor   bastard’s   fever   dream.   if   i   weren’t   knee-deep   in   the   shite   meself,   i’d   be   proper   impressed.”

 his   fingers   toy   with   the   strap   of   his   vest,   a   small   movement,   something   to   keep   his   hands   busy.   “fear’s   a   funny   thing.   pretend   you   don’t   feel   it,   and   it’ll   chew   you   up   from   the   inside   out.   let   it   settle   in   too   deep,   and   you’re   already   dead.   i   like   to   sit   somewhere   in   the   middle—aware   enough   to   stay   sharp,   but   not   losin’   sleep   over   it.”

 then,   he   grins,   tilting   his   head.   “duty?   aye,   sure.   let’s   go   with   that.   makes   for   a   better   story,   doesn’t   it?   the   good   ol’   captain,   fightin’   for   queen   and   country…   or   whatever   the   bsaa   equivalent   is.   truth   is,   i   just   don’t   like   leaving   a   job   half-finished.   someone’s   gotta   clean   up   this   mess,   might   as   well   be   me.”

 his   smirk   fades   for   just   a   second.   “and   besides…   got   too   many   ghosts   followin’   me   around   as   it   is.   don’t   need   to   add   any   more   names   to   the   list.”

 [    003.    ]    OUT   HERE   STRENGTHS   KEEP   YOU   ALIVE,   WEAKNESSES   GET   YOU   KILLED.   TELL   ME,   WHAT'S   YOUR   BEST   ASSET   IN   A   SURVIVAL   SITUATION?   AND   WHAT'S   GOING   TO   BE   YOUR   DOWNFALL?

 he   barks   out   a   laugh,   hands   spreading   wide.   “best   asset?   well,   i’d   say   me   charm,   but   these   shitebags   don’t   seem   too   keen   on   sweet   talkin’.   shame,   really.   i’d   have   ‘em   eatin’   out   of   me   hand   if   they   had   any   brain   cells   left.”

 then,   with   a   cocky   tilt   of   his   head,   “nah,   it’s   me   instincts.   i   know   when   to   run,   when   to   shoot,   and   when   to   shut   the   fuck   up—though   i   don’t   do   that   last   one   very   often.   i   read   people   well,   read   situations   even   better.   saved   me   arse   more   times   than   i   can   count.”

 as   for   his   downfall?   he   rolls   his   tongue   over   his   teeth,   exhaling   sharply.   “ah,   well.   that’s   easy.   i’ve   got   a   bad   habit   of   givin’   a   shite.”   his   grin   doesn’t   quite   reach   his   eyes.   “for   all   the   talk,   i   get   too   bloody   attached.   to   people.   to   promises.   to   the   idea   that   i   can   walk   out   of   this   in   one   piece.   that’s   what’ll   get   me   killed.   or   worse.”

 he   shrugs,   brushing   it   off   like   it’s   nothing.   "but,   y'know,   live   fast,   die   dramatically,   that’s   the   plan."

 [    004.    ]    DESPERATION   MAKES   PEOPLE   DO   UGLY   THINGS.   WHERE   DO   YOU   DRAW   THE   LINE?   OR   SHOULD   I   ASSUME   THERE   ISN'T   ONE?

 cooper   sucks   in   a   breath   through   his   teeth,   tilting   his   head   like   he’s   considering   it.   “that’s   a   tricky   one,   ain’t   it?   ‘cause   everyone’s   got   a   line—until   they   don’t.”

 he   leans   forward,   resting   his   elbows   on   his   knees.   “see,   i’ve   seen   desperate   men   do   worse   things   than   the   monsters   crawlin’   round   out   there.   i’ve   been   one   of   ‘em,   once   or   twice.   so   nah,   i   ain’t   gonna   sit   here   and   say   i’m   above   it   all.   if   it’s   me   or   them?   easy   choice.”

 then,   his   voice   lowers,   and   for   a   brief   moment,   the   weight   of   it   all   presses   against   his   spine.   “but   if   you’re   askin’   me   what   i   won’t   do…   i   won’t   leave   me   people   behind.   not   again.”

 there’s   a   flicker   of   something   in   his   eyes—guilt,   grief,   a   ghost   that   refuses   to   rest.   but   it’s   gone   just   as   quick,   smothered   under   a   half-smile.   “now,   that’s   enough   of   the   deep   shite.   you   fancy   buyin’   me   a   drink,   or   are   we   just   gonna   keep   havin’   this   heart-to-heart   in   the   middle   of   the   apocalypse?”

[warscorned]

ODE TO THE WOLF IN WAIT,   AN EXPLORATION OF WAR AS THE ONLY CONSTANT YOU'VE KNOWN: BRUTAL & UNRELENTING, WANTING AS A SICKNESS ROTTING FROM WITHIN, AND DEVOTION AS INEVITABLE RUIN.

NAMED    CALLUM FOSTER, ALEKSANDER BREMOVYCH.    KNOWN AS   WULFE; CAL ( PREFERS TO BE CALLED FOSTER, ITS LESS PERSONAL. )    AGE    FORTY YRS OLD.    ORIGIN    ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇.    GENDER    CIS MAN.    PRONOUNS    HE/HIM.     ORIENTATION   UNLABELLED.     OCCUPATION   MARKSMAN ( BRAVO-O1 ).    FACECLAIM   EDDIE REDMAYNE.   

INSPIRED BY     MIKAEL BLOMKVIST ( THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO ), DAVID PERCIVAL ( ATOMIC BLONDE ), RAOUL SILVA ( SKYFALL ), BORIS PAVLIKOVSKY ( THE GOLDFINCH ), JAMES BOND ( SELECTIVELY )

HEIGHT    FIVE ELEVEN.     HAIR    AUBURN, WITH A SLIGHT UNBEHAVIORAL WAVE; GROWN OUT TAPER.     EYES    DARK GREEN.     ACCENT    NONDESCRIPT; EUROPEAN INCLINATION.    POSITIVE TRAITS    INTREPID, DOGGED, METICULOUS.     NEGATIVE TRAITS    OBSESSIVE, INTRACTABLE, MORALLY STREWN.

[athingdevoted]

❄️  (  melisa pamuk.  cis woman.  she/her  )  in  krovograd  ,  survival  is  a  test  of  both  skill  and  morality  —  will  SEDEF KAMALOVA  withstand  the  horrors  ,  or  will  the  city  break  them  ?  over  the  comms  ,  their  voice  cuts  through  the  static  :  “MAY GOD FORGIVE YOU, BECAUSE I WON'T.”  our  records  confirm  they  are  a  THIRTY-FOUR  year  old  LAND RESEARCHER  ,  assigned  to  VESTIGE  for  8 YEARS.  field  reports  describe  them  as  CONFIDENT & AMBITIOUS ,  though  firsthand  accounts  suggest  they  are  equally  CRUEL & SELFISH  under  pressure.  there’s  something  about  them  —  something  in  the  way  they  move  ,  speak  ,  or  fight  —  that  brings  to  mind  THE HAND THAT FEEDS (  NINE INCH NAILS  ).  maybe  it's  just  a  coincidence.  or  maybe  ,  it  says  everything.

i.

NAME SEDEF KAMALOVA. ADDRESSED AS DR. KAMALOVA ⸺STRICTLY, OR ELSE SHE WON'T ANSWER. DOB 15TH JULY, 1972. POB KYIV, UKRAINIAN SOVIET SOCIALIST REPUBLIC ( FORMELY ), NOW UKRAINE . CURRENT LOCATION KROVOGRAD. GENDER CIS WOMAN. PRONOUNS SHE/HER. OCCUPATION FIELD RESEARCHER, BIOLOGIST, CHEMIST, GENETICIST ETHNICITY TURKISH NATIONALITY UKRANIAN LANGUAGES SPOKEN UKRANIAN, RUSSIAN, TURKISH & ENGLISH EDUCATION MOST NOTABLE DEGREES INCLUDE PHD IN CHEMISTRY FROM KHARKIV NATIONAL UNIVERSITY & A PHD IN CELLULAR BIOLOGY FROM TARAS SHEVCHENKO NATIONAL UNIVERSITY OF KYIV

ii.

SIBLINGS NONE. MARITAL STATUS WED. CHILDREN NONE. HEIGHT FIVE FOOT NINE INCHES.HAIR DARK BROWN. EYES BROWN, UNDER CERTAIN LIGHT ALMOST HAZEL. SCENT MILD TRACES OF TOBACCO AND ETHYLENE MIXED WITH CEDAR & BERGAMOT MYERS-BRIGGS INTP CHARACTER INSPIRATION VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN ( FRANKENSTEIN ) , MAD HATTER ( ALICE IN WONDERLAND ), JULIUS NO ( DR. NO ), MADAME OLIVIER ( THE BIG FOUR ), HARMONY COBEL ( SEVERENCE ), DOCTOR LERNE ( LE DOCTEUR LERNE, SOUS-DIEU )

HISTORY general triggers apply.

1886 ⸺ the first kamalovs make their way across the border and settle in a city called kyiv. they come as doctors and diplomats, offering a cultural exchange. they're not originally called kamalovs, but years of cultural integrations result in the surname kamalov - derived from the name kamal, of her great ancestor.

1967 ⸺ altan kamalov and dilara giray are wed in podil, the old district of kyiv. altan kamalov, at the time, is most notably known as a prominent soviet politician, while dilara giray is best known for her work as a diplomat.

1972 ⸺ the birth of sedef marks a new chapter for the kamalovs. up until this point, they're politicians, doctors and engineers. nothing smaller and something grander is certainly expected from sedef.

1988 ⸺ at 16, sedef gradutes a year earlier than her peers and leaves high school behind to pursue a higher education.

1989 ⸺ at 17, she enrolls in taras shevchenko national university of kyiv, focusing respectively on a dual-degree program ⸺ one in biology and one in chemistry. no one can deny that sedef is a brilliant woman of science. what they fear, instead, is how that geniusness threatens to unfold.

1992 ⸺ despite the fall of the soviet union a year prior, the kamalovs remain safe and mostly untouched, and now with two degrees under her belt, sedef is for the first time contacted by vestige pharmaceuticals. in the same year, she visits krovograd for the first time / becomes an associate for the vestige pharmaceuticals. they offer her a contract at just the age of 21, but she refuses. she wants a masters first.

1993 ⸺1997 during this period, sedef is only loyal to one goal, which includes furthering her education. she manages to obtain two master degrees and begins working on her first doctorate.

1998 ⸺ her first contract with vestige is signed. she becomes one of the core scientists working on project sable. it's all she's ever wanted from life.

1999 ⸺ sedef, other than working for vestige, makes a breakthrough in her research. while studying the division of cells under the influence of radiation, she succeeds at reviving a dead hound. it's from this moment that sedef thinks she can play god.

2000 ⸺ in the summer of 2000, she leaves krovograd for a brief month to get married. the wedding's certainly not a spectacle, but everyone who is someone is there. she doesn't take her husband's name. that would entail too much paperwork.

2001 ⸺ 2006 in the span between 2001 and 2006, sedef does her best to see her plans and visions come to fruition. she does not fear the mutated, for they are hers, her creation. still, she wants to take things a step further. as of late, she's been researching the cells of dying hollow men. one of them, however, includes the unseen horror. ( girly is working on manmade horrors beyond human comprehension. )

fun facts and extra tidbits !!! ⸺ the kamalovs have always suffered from pulmonary diseases. sedef in turn is a notorious smoker. ( but her family's history of diseases certainly isn't known by anyone ). ⸺ her moral ethics are questionable at best. in recent years, she's become severely cruel and prone to outbursts of ruthlessness. the goal always justifies the means. it's all a playground to her. she wants to see the world burn so she can build it anew.⸺ she's certainly the type who, when infected, lies until the very end and tells everyone that nothing's wrong.⸺ the basic rule of keeping sedef on your side is very simple. don't question her motives or ethics and don't get in her way. ⸺ believes that her discoveries and findings are a gift to humanity. in a sense, they are but at what cost? ⸺ developed a 'bio-weapon' that's not much talked about, but basically, she isolated snake venom and managed to turn it into vapor, which once inhaled can burn up a person's insides. she has a snake enclosure inside her office, which hosts at least ten snakes.

[seplchral]

❄️  in  krovograd  ,  survival  is  a  test  of  both  skill  and  morality  —  will  KONSTANTIN  IVANOV AMRANI  withstand  the  horrors  ,  or  will  the  city  break  them  ?  over  the  comms  ,  their  voice  cuts  through  the  static  :  “CUT THAT SHIT OUT BEFORE I CUT YOU.”  our  records  confirm  they  are  a  THIRTY ONE  year  old  EXPERIMENT HANDLER  ,  assigned  to  BLACK VEIL  for  FOUR YEARS.  field  reports  describe  them  as  PERCEPTIVE AND FORTHRIGHT  ,  though  firsthand  accounts  suggest  they  are  equally  UNFORGIVING AND CAUSTIC  under  pressure.  there’s  something  about  them  —  something  in  the  way  they  move  ,  speak  ,  or  fight  —  that  brings  to  mind  YOU WANT IT DARKER  (  LEONARD COHEN  ).  maybe  it's  just  a  coincidence.  or  maybe  ,  it  says  everything.

in short,

name. konstantin ivanov amrani. or: kostya. date of birth. january 10th, 1975, thirty one. gender. cis man, he/him. sexuality. heterosexual. ethnicity. serbian & moroccan. nationality. krovograd born. languages. russian, serbian, moroccan arabic, english [and asl]. height. 6'3. career. previously, mercenary for hire. currently, black veil experiment handler.

𝙱𝙾𝚈 𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝚈 𝙸𝙽 : how far grey can stretch until it dips into black. old wounds bleeding into the new, staining once-pristine innocence. patience like a bomb. hand outstretched, knife kept hidden behind back. leashed dog that bears its teeth towards all except its owner. beware his grin because it longs for blood! beware his claws because they can find your throat! clipped silence after a gunshot. the power in choosing to follow, in stretching loyalty like taffy. to go without limits, becoming unhuman while remaining mortal. the scent of cigarette smoke flaring in the air. there was a heart here, once. you might hear it beat still.

at length,

born in krovograd to two immigrant parents, konstantin has always been on the outskirts. his father was a petty criminal and his mother stayed at home to take care of him, their only son. soon enough, his father was dragged off to war: another casualty in the sea of thousands. that was the first time kostya learned that to care was a fault, a weakness. because his mother cared so much about his father that the news of his death left her a shell of her former self: she would not eat without him prompting her to do so, she would not bathe without his help, she spent her days staring at the walls in silence. and, slowly, she withered away.

at sixteen, the soviet union fell. at sixteen, his mother died. left to fend for himself in a state collapsing in on itself, kostya turned to crime. petty, at first, like his father, until it grew and grew. until he crossed paths with the wrong person, a mercenary who was blessedly merciful. in exchange for trying to rob him, kostya would repay him by training under him and taking the difficult missions for him. so he did.

nikola karsov finds him in the aftermath of a mission gone wrong, when he's half-bled to death. the man must see something in the bleeding once-boy, because he rescues kostya, brings him from the brink of death. in doing so, he offers kostya a chance at something new: this is how he is introduced into black veil. karsov offers him a purpose beyond senseless killing, and kostya seizes it like a starving dog. he does not know why he's trusted as the experiment handler. he is not the eldest, or the most experienced, despite his background. he assumes it is his undying loyalty towards karsov, that they know he will not run or snitch or betray. and so here kostya is, from one leash to the next, though this one he's wrapped around his throat voluntarily.

[painborn]

(  jessica alexander.  cis woman.  she & her  )  in  krovograd  ,  survival  is  a  test  of  both  skill  and  morality  —  will  NIKOLINA “NINA” VOLKOVA  withstand  the  horrors  ,  or  will  the  city  break  them  ?  over  the  comms  ,  their  voice  cuts  through  the  static  :  “LOOK BUDDY ━━ IF YOU WANNA GO INTO THE WOODS ALONE, BE MY GUEST. I’LL JUST HELP MYSELF TO YOUR THINGS WHEN YOU DON’T COME BACK.”  our  records  confirm  they  are  a  TWENTY-EIGHT  year  old   TRACKER / HUNTER   ,  assigned  to  THE MINERS  for  SIX MONTHS.  field  reports  describe  them  as  RESILIENT + ADAPTABLE  ,  though  firsthand  accounts  suggest  they  are  equally  SELF-NEGLECTING + INDIVIDUALISTIC  under  pressure.  there’s  something  about  them  —  something  in  the  way  they  move  ,  speak  ,  or  fight  —  that  brings  to  mind  ZOMBIE  (  BAD WOLVES  ).  maybe  it's  just  a  coincidence.  or  maybe  ,  it  says  everything. 

DOSSIER & WANTED DYNAMICS

[wastelandians]

(  sophie thatcher. cis-woman.  she/her )  in  krovograd  ,  survival  is  a  test  of  both  skill  and  morality  —  will SLAVKO SIDOROV   withstand  the  horrors  ,  or  will  the  city  break  them  ?  over  the  comms  ,  their  voice  cuts  through  the  static  :  “HOW FAST YA THINK I CAN GET RID OF THIS BUILDING? WILLING TO BET MONEY ON IT?"  our  records  confirm  they  are  a  TWENTY-SIX  year  old  DEMOLITIONS EXPERT ( ALPHA-02 ),  assigned  to  THE GHOST HOUNDS  for  FIVE YEARS.  field  reports  describe  them  as  INGENIOUS & WITTY  ,  though  firsthand  accounts  suggest  they  are  equally  VOLATILE & IMPETUOUS  under  pressure.  there’s  something  about  them  —  something  in  the  way  they  move  ,  speak  ,  or  fight  —  that  brings  to  mind  CHERRY BOMB  (  THE RUNAWAYS  ).  maybe  it's  just  a  coincidence.  or  maybe  ,  it  says  everything.

>> OPERATIONAL INTERVIEW

WHAT'S  YOUR  STORY?  ARE  YOU  KROVOGRAD-BORN,  NEWLY  DEPLOYED,  OR  JUST  ANOTHER  POOR  SOUL  WHO  ENDED  UP  IN  THE  WRONG  PLACE  AT  THE  WRONG  TIME? >   “krovograd-born and raised,” slavko admits with a lopsided, cheeky smirk. “you’d think i committed treason or some shit with how  everyone i grew up around looks at me now.” the sort of look that only arose when you regarded you as scum— similar to shit caked on the bottom of one’s shoe— but different than how they looked at her when she was one of the six sidorov raggamuffins. back then, the look stemmed from her choosing to be something other than invisible— how most people would prefer poor little street kids who’s parents couldn’t give two shits about them.  now, the disdain morphed into something akin to treachery.  OUT  HERE  STRENGTHS  KEEP  YOU  ALIVE,  WEAKNESSES  GET  YOU  KILLED.  TELL  ME,  WHAT'S  YOUR  BEST  ASSET  IN  A  SURIVIAL  SITUATION?  AND  WHAT'S  GOING  TO  BE  YOUR  DOWNFALL? >  slavko could clear out a building like no other. whether that meant the destruction of the building itself, or clearing it out for the team venture into, she was your girl. “i’ve always been good at blowing shit up, if i do say so myself.” even as a kid, she’d help design mini explosives  with her siblings meant to frighten the neighbors— one of her go to pranks. as far as her weaknesses? she’s always had an impulsive and volatile streak, something only aggravated further by this newfound memory loss and tempermentalness. but what kind of fool would she be if she so readily revealed all her cards? “i can be… somewhat of a wildcard when it comes to my line of work, or teamwork in general.” 

>>  BACKGROUND

the sidorov clan is, like many other families around, comically large and destitute. by the time to get to slavko, any naming traditions regarding gender have gone out the window. any ol name would do, which is how she ends up with the name slavko

when you have as little supervision as the slavko children have, you’re either the type that insists on the straight and narrow, or you roam the streets like the ragamuffin you were born to be. slavko, naturally, fell into the latter category.

she garners a negative reputation for her various hijinks and schemes. when not recruiting other sidorov children, they too fall victim to her pranks. no one is safe.

when you get into as much trouble as slavko, you learn to be quick on your feet. being able to get yourself out of a jam as fast as possible is almost second nature to her. 

a time comes where even she’s not able to get herself out of a situation, which is how she winds up working at a construction site to pay off the damages resulting from one of her pranks. this is where she first comes across demolition. why did no ever inform her she could blow up things for a living? perhaps she would’ve actually had something to aspire to in life.

eventually, she’s hired as an actual employee. over time, slavko becomes damn good at her job, so much so that it garners attention from the bsaa. and the rest is history!

>>  FUN FACTS

loud

stupid 

obnoxious 

has accidentally “blown herself” up on multiple occasion, with varying degrees of damage done as a result (partial hearing loss in her right ear, side effects of multiple concussions)

parallels: bender bending rodriguez (futurama), bart simpson (the simpsons), calvin (calvin & hobbes), seth (superbad)

[d0gt7gs]

　　(   henrique   zaga.   cis   man.   he/him.   )   in   krovograd   ,   survival   is   a   test   of   both   skill   and   morality   —   will   MATHEUS   VASCONCELOS   KARAJÁ   withstand   the   horrors   ,   or   will   the   city   break   them   ?   over   the   comms   ,   their   voice   cuts   through   the   static   :   “ON   YOUR   LEFT,   PRIVATE.   OTHER   LEFT.   FILHO   DA   MÃE,   YOUR   OTHER   OTHER   LEFT.   FUCK   IT,   I’M   SHOOTING   YOU   MYSELF.”   our   records   confirm   they   are   a   33   year   old   RECON   SPECIALIST   (BRAVO-07)   ,   assigned   to   GHOST   HOUNDS   SHADOW   PACK   for   2   MONTHS.   field   reports   describe   them   as   HONEST   &   CHARMING   ,   though   firsthand   accounts   suggest   they   are   equally   ALOOF   &   IRRITABLE   under   pressure.   there’s   something   about   them   —   something   in   the   way   they   move   ,   speak   ,   or   fight   —   that   brings   to   mind   BRONX   SNIPER   (   MISTER   HEAVENLY   ).   maybe   it's   just   a   coincidence.   or   maybe   ,   it   says   everything.

₀₇.　basics

birth   name   matheus   vasconcelos   karajá.   aka   mat,   vasco   [gained   in   basic   training,   it's   easier   to   say   on   radio.]   date   of   birth   1973   december   24th   [33.]   gender   cis   man   [he   +   him   pronouns.]   sexuality   heterosexual.   career   reconnaissance   specialist.   ethnicity   indigenous   brazilian,   italian,   &   portuguese.   nationality   dual   citizenship   [brazil   &   portugal.]   languages   spoken   portuguese   [1st],   english,   sign language, conversational   spanish 

₀₇.　career

basic   training   military   academy   &   spec   ops   troops   center   in   portugal   ranks   held   lieutenant   current   squad   bsaa   strike   squad   the   ghost   hounds   designation   bravo-07   specialization   reconnaissance,   intel,   close-range   stealth   eliminations   skills   hand-to-hand   combat,   gunmanship,   tactical   combat,   stealth 

₀₇.　analysis

archetype   the   soldier   parallels   kyle   garrick   [cod],   simon riley [cod], levi   kane   [the   gorge],   carlos   oliviera   [re],   etc.   habits   smelling   of   cigarettes   even   though   he   says   he   quit   years   ago,   distrustful   towards   strangers   like   a   dog   barking   at   the   mailman   until   he   stands   still,   back   to   the   wall   always,   glaring   when   he   doesn't   mean   to,   glaring   when   he   does   mean   to,   biting   the   hand   that   feeds.   virtues   loyalty,   charisma,   strategy,   compassion,   competence.   vices   introversion,   misinterpreting   social   cues,   hyperfocusing,   irritability,   reservedness

₀₇.　backstory

the   first   memory   vasco   has   is   of   his   mother.   she   was   a   journalist,   who   ventured   into   active   combat   to   record   the   stories   of   those   on   the   ground.   she   had   to   retire,   though,   when   a   grenade   went   off   so   close   to   her   she   lost   her   hearing   permanently.   in   the   memory,   vasco   was   asking   if   it   made   her   sad.   no,   she   signed.   i   lost   something,   but   gained   something.   he   remembers   thinking,   but   not   saying,   that   she   was   the   best   person   on   the   earth. 

he   doesn't   have   many   memories   of   his   father.   he   was   brazilian   military.   the   entire   reason   they   lived   in   brazil   for   vasco's   childhood   even   though   all   of   his   mother's   family   was   in   portugal   was   because   of   him,   but   he   was   never   home   anyways.   vasco   hated   him   for   it,   but   in   his   defense,   he   really   had   no   other   information   to   go   off   of.   when   vasco   turned   eighteen,   his   parents   divorced.   he   supposed   his   mother   thought   it   would   ruin   his   childhood   to   do   it   before   then.   when   his   mother   said   she   would   be   moving   back   with   her   mother   in   portugal,   he   followed. 

at   eighteen,   vasco   denounced   his   brazilian   citizenship   in   order   to   join   the   portuguese   military.   not   for   his   father,   who   he's   sure   would   have   loved   to   be   his   inspiration,   but   for   his   mother.   he   was   athletic,   and   his   hand   was   steady,   so   he   shot   through   the   ranks   and   eventually   was   recruited   into   nato. 

he   was   25   when   his   father   knocked   on   his   mother's   door.   he'd   been   injured   at   work,   and   begged   to   stay   while   he   recovered.   vasco   came   home   to   stay   as   well,   in   case   he   had   been   lying.

vasco's   father   certainly   didn't   look   like   he   was   lying.   he   was   sweating,   a   bit   purple   in   the   face,   and   looked   like   he   couldn't   breathe.   what   vasco   knows   now   as   probably   a   slower-moving   version   of   whatever   broke   out   of   raccoon   city   took   hold   in   his   mother's   kitchen,   and   his   father   went   rabid.   though   someone   did   show   up   a   bit   later,   probably   realizing   that   one   of   umbrella's   security   guards   somehow   left   the   country,   vasco   had   to   kill   him   himself. 

after   that   and   some   intense   psychological   evaluations   that   he   lied   through   his   teeth   during,   vasco   gained   a   keen   interest   in   counter-bioterrism.   it   was   well   known   in   certain   circles,   and   when   the   bsaa   was   established   he   was   an   easy   recruitment   decision.   due   to   his   decoration   and   competence   in   both   the   portuguese   armed   forces   and   nato,   vasco   was   given   a   non-combat   leadership   position. 

until   krovograd   takes   bravo-07,   and   it   started   to   look   like   vasco   was   the   best   shot   they   had   at   filling   the   void. 

[taintedblud]

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡  ⸻

⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻ in  krovograd  ,  survival  is  a  test  of  both  skill  and  morality  —  will  TALIA 'KING COBRA" KILIC  withstand  the  horrors  ,  or  will  the  city  break  them  ?  over  the  comms  ,  their  voice  cuts  through  the  static  :  “ GREAT PLAN. I LOVE THE PART WHERE I ALMOST BLED TO DEATH. ”  our  records  confirm  they  are  a  40  year  old  SQUAD LEADER ( ALPHA-01 ) / LIEUTENANT  ,  assigned  to  THE  BSAA  (  ALPHA  PACK  )  for  5 YEARS.  field  reports  describe  them  as  CLEVER AND PRAGMATIC ,  though  firsthand  accounts  suggest  they  are  equally   HEADSTRONG AND QUESTIONABLY MORAL   under  pressure.  there’s  something  about  them  —  something  in  the  way  they  move  ,  speak  ,  or  fight  —  that  brings  to  mind  IMMORTAL SHE X SUPERVILLIAN   (  PLAY BOII CARTI !* ).  maybe  it's  just  a  coincidence.  or  maybe  ,  it  says  everything.

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟 ⸻

FULL NAME﹕ talia kilic .

NICKNAME(S) / TITLE(S)﹕ king cobra , princess , the heiress .

D.O.B﹕ june 21st .

AGE﹕ 40 .

ZODIAC﹕ gemini .

GENDER﹕ cis woman .

PRONOUNS﹕ she / her .

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION﹕ panromantic .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION﹕ pansexual .

OCCUPATION﹕ bsaa lieutenant / squad leader .

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 ⸻

FACECLAIM﹕ hazal filiz küçükköse .

EYE COLOR﹕ brown.

HAIR COLOR﹕ dark brown.

BUILD﹕ athletic.

HEIGHT﹕ 5’7’’ .

WEIGHT﹕ 56 kg .

MARKS / SCARS﹕ she has a couple scars from combat & missions .

𝗣𝗛𝗦𝗬𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 ⸻

TROPES﹕action girl , deadpan snarker , made of iron , one woman army, anti-hero , daddy's girl , powerhouse , born lucky .

MORAL ALIGNMENT﹕ chaotic good .

TEMPERAMENT﹕ sanguine .

DEADLY SIN﹕ lust , greed .

ELEMENT﹕ water .

MENTAL CONDITIONS / DISORDERS﹕ unknown / unknown.

EMOTIONAL STABILITY﹕ it's there .

FEAR(S)﹕ unknown .

ALCOHOL USE﹕ not often but socially .

PRONE TO VIOLENCE?﹕ when provoked .

DRIVES / MOTIVATIONS﹕ those she cares for .

POWERS + SKILLS﹕ hand-to-hand combat , survivability , master martial artist , knife mastery , master marksman , master acrobat , expert tactician , multilingualism , underworld connections , engineer , & intel .

𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗  ⸻

Talia was born with a golden spoon and a golden bloody crown on her head. Daughter of the exiled ottoman princess , NEHIR KILIC , who died giving birth to her , and AHMET BOLAT , an influential infamous grand don of world crime bosses. She was never lacking when it came to her needs . Her uncle and grandparents raising her during the spring and summer, while her father took her in the fall and winter .

Because of his line of work and his hand in corruption and greed , he never hid who he was from his daughter. Rather than most who would play out the perfect father who did no wrong , ahmet would go on to teach talia how the crime underworld worked and saw to it that she was able to protect herself. all the while , her grandparent's and uncle would teach her how to be ROYALTY despite their exile they were still influential and the are still part of royal House of Kilic, the dynasty that ruled the Ottoman Empire for eight centuries before the 20s with the coming of Ataturk.

private schools , private lessons , private tutors , just about anything you can dream of for yourself or child, talia has had. Her future was set for her to do whatever she wanted without the worry of money ever running out. After all , she is the last heir to the Ottoman throne considering her uncle never had children of his own. Graduating top of her class , she is a brilliant woman who took her family by surprise when she left to America for her education and joined the navy. ( under a different surname ) . where she excelled thanks to her father's lessons and quickly rose in ranks and was scouted to join SEAL Team 6 (DEVGRU) .

sometime later the outbreak of the t-virus in raccoon city happened. Talia is deployed with her team , only for it to go south and get separated. Talia still kept to her mission or at least tried to. Losing some comrades , including her team leader ( although no feelings were lost there considering he was the reason 3 of her teams had died ) . Refusing to lose anymore and no longer being able to get to the extraction point , talia called her uncle to call her father to pull connections and escaped before RACCON CITY FELL.

She ended up saving a few more people that night other than those in her team. and those she ended up saving and taking with her , learned her to be the heir to the ottoman throne. two years after the raccon city incident , talia took a year vacation that was long over due .

in 2001 , she was visited in her home in turkey where she was recruited and learned about her little nickname 'KING COBRA' or 'KING' which she found amusing. ( A nickname placed on her due to how cutthroat she could be and dangerous. never knowing what she will do at the expense of others but one thing people can be sure about is the fact that if you're on her team , you will certainly come back alive ) .

now the year is 2006. lieutenant graham “fish” briggs (bravo-07) is missing and now the team has deployed  to  krovograd  under  the  guise  of  a  “peacekeeping  operation.”

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⸺ ⟳ # 𝐀𝐍𝟒𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 ⋯ a  study  in  precision  carved  from  the  wreckage  of  forgotten  names,  a  ghost  stitched  together  by  scalpel  and  circumstance.  The  body  remembers  what  the  mind  cannot  —  violence  woven  into  muscle  memory,  a  silent  hymn  of  survival  sung  in  the  rhythm  of  a  steady  pulse.

No  lineage,  no  birthright,  only  the  cold  architecture  of  science  and  steel.  A  childhood  written  in  clinical  assessments,  in  hands  too  small  to  hold  the  weight  of  destiny  but  forced  to  anyway.  Faith  dissected  under  fluorescent  lights,  hope  sterilized,  pressed  between  glass  slides  for  examination.  The  past  is  an  autopsy  never  meant  to  perform,  a  puzzle  with  missing  pieces,  edges  frayed  by  the  hands  of  a  faceless  benefactor.

And  yet,  the  ache  persists  —  an  echo  in  the  marrow,  a  whisper  in  the  sutures  of  her  being.  Not  grief,   not  longing,  just  the  steady  hum  of  emptiness,  as  familiar  as  breath,  as  relentless  as  war.

❄️  (  olivia cooke.  cis-female.  she + her  )  in  krovograd  ,  survival  is  a  test  of  both  skill  and  morality  —  will  JACQUELINE  "THANATOS" NOVAK  withstand  the  horrors  ,  or  will  the  city  break  them  ?  over  the  comms  ,  their  voice  cuts  through  the  static  :  “If it bleeds, I can probably stitch it. If it doesn’t, then we have a bigger problem.”   our  records  confirm  they  are  a  34  year  old  ALPHA 04 ( COMBAT MEDIC )  ,  assigned  to  BSAA  for  3 YEARS.  field  reports  describe  them  as  CHARISMATIC & PRECISE  ,  though  firsthand  accounts  suggest  they  are  equally  COLD & DETACHED  under  pressure.  there’s  something  about  them  —  something  in  the  way  they  move  ,  speak  ,  or  fight  —  that  brings  to  mind  WOLF LIKE ME  (  TV ON THE RADIO  ).  maybe  it's  just  a  coincidence.  or  maybe  ,  it  says  everything.

>> OPERATIONAL INTERVIEW

001.  WHAT'S  YOUR  STORY?  ARE  YOU  KROVOGRAD-BORN,  NEWLY  DEPLOYED,  OR  JUST  ANOTHER  POOR  SOUL  WHO  ENDED  UP  IN  THE  WRONG  PLACE  AT  THE  WRONG  TIME?

>   She  tilts  her  head  slightly,  a  flicker  of  amusement  in  her  sharp  brown  eyes,  like  she’s  heard  this  question  a  thousand  times  but  still  finds  it  entertaining.  There’s  a  smile — not  warm,  not  cold,   just  something  deliberate,  something  calculated. ❛    Oh,  I  like  that — wrong  place,  wrong  time.  A  neat  little  excuse  for  people  who  stumble  into  fire  and  wonder  why  they’re  burning.   ❜  She  exhales,  slow  and  deliberate,  like  she’s  savoring  the  moment  before  the  incision. ❛    I  wasn’t  born  in  Krovograd.  And  I  wasn’t  deployed  here  by  accident.  I  am  where  I  choose  to  be, where I need to be.  That’s  the  difference  between  me  and  the  ones  who  don’t  make  it  home.    ❜  She  steps  closer,  closing  the  space  just  enough  to  unsettle,  to  command  attention.  ❛   I  have  no  past.  No  hometown  to  romanticize,  no  childhood  memories  to  embellish  over  drinks.  My  story  isn’t  in  the  places  I’ve  been — it’s  in  the  scars  I’ve  sewn  shut,  in  the  bullets  I’ve  removed,  in  the  hearts  I’ve  stopped  and  the  ones  I’ve  restarted.    ❜ She  leans  back,  adjusting  the  weight  of  her  gear,  voice  dropping  just  enough  to  be  almost  intimate.  ❛    So  let’s  not  waste  time  with  stories  that  don’t  exist.  Let’s  talk  about  survival.  Because  that’s  something  I  know  better  than  most.    ❜

002.   THE  CITY  IS  A  WARZONE,  CRAWLING  WITH  THINGS  THAT  SHOULDN'T  EXIST.  WHAT'S  YOUR  TAKE  ON  ALL  OF  THIS?  FEAR,  DUTY,  OR  SOMETHING  ELSE  ENTIRELY?

>   She  surveys  the  interviewer  with  a  quiet  kind  of  stillness,  the  way  a  surgeon  surveys  an  open  chest  cavity — not  in  fear,  not  in  awe,  but  in  calculation. ❛    The  city’s  almost  a  corpse,   ❜  she  says  finally,  voice  smooth,  measured,  like  she’s  giving  a  diagnosis.  ❛    Veins  clogged  with  things  that  shouldn’t  be,  flesh  rotting  while  the  heart  still  beats.  Fear?  Nah.  Fear  is  an  infection,  and  I  don’t  let  it  take  root.    ❜ She  leans back in her chair, legs open, left arm resting on the head.  There’s  no  hesitation  in  her  movement,  no  wasted  energy. ❛    Duty?  That’s  a  word  bureaucrats  use  to  make  soldiers  feel  righteous.  I’m  not  here  because  I  have  to  be.  I’m  here  because  this  is  what  I  do.  The  world’s  full  of  things  that  don’t  make  sense — monsters,  men,  the  line  between  them  so  thin  it  barely  exists.  And  me?   I’m  the  scalpel.  The  one  who  cuts  away  the  rot.    ❜ She  turns  slightly,  just  enough  for  the  dim  light  to  catch  in  her  sharp  brown  eyes,  something  unreadable  in  them. ❛    So,  no.  Not  fear.  Not  duty.  Just  inevitability.  Because  when  the  world  falls  apart,  someone  has  to  know  which  parts  are  worth  saving.    ❜

003.   OUT  HERE  STRENGTHS  KEEP  YOU  ALIVE,  WEAKNESSES  GET  YOU  KILLED.  TELL  ME,  WHAT'S  YOUR  BEST  ASSET  IN  A  SURIVIAL  SITUATION?  AND  WHAT'S  GOING  TO  BE  YOUR  DOWNFALL?

>   She  doesn’t  answer  immediately.  Instead,  she  tilts  her  head  slightly,  like  she’s  assessing  a  patient,  weighing  the  prognosis. ❛   My  best  asset?   ❜  A  flicker  of  amusement  crosses  her  lips.  ❛   Precision.  In  thought,  in  movement,  in  action.  I  don’t  waste  bullets,  don’t  waste  breath,  don’t  waste  time.  I  know  the  anatomy  of  survival — where  to  press,  where  to  cut,  when  to  hold  steady  and  when  to  let  go.  People  panic  when  things  bleed.  I  don’t.   ❜  She  rolls  her  shoulders,  flexing  her  fingers  like  a  pianist  before  a  performance.  ❛   I  see  patterns.  The  way  wounds  tell  stories,  the  way  enemies  move,  the  way  fear  spreads  like  an  infection.  I  don’t  just  react — I  anticipate.  And  in  this  kind  of  war,  knowing  what  comes  next  means  you  get  to  keep  breathing.    ❜ And  then,  that  amusement  darkens,  sharpening  into  something  more  self-aware. ❛   But  downfalls,   ❜  she  exhales,  shaking  her  head  just  slightly.  ❛   Those  are  trickier.   ❜  She  meets  the  questioner’s  gaze,  unwavering.  ❛   Maybe  it’s  that  I  know  too  much  about  bodies  and  not  enough  about  people.  I  can  put  a  man  back  together  after  he’s  been  torn  apart,  but  understanding  why  he  was  willing  to  fight  in  the  first  place?  That’s  where  I  fall  short.   ❜  There’s  a  pause,  something  deliberate  in  it.  ❛   Or  maybe  it’s  simpler  than  that.  Maybe  I’m  too  clinical.  Too  used  to  making  choices  in  a  battlefield  full  of  grays.  I  save  who  I  can,  I  kill  when  I  must,  but  one  of  these  days…  I  might  make  the  wrong  call.  And  in  my  line  of  work,  one  wrong  call  is  the  last  one  you  ever  make.   ❜

004. DESPERATION  MAKES  PEOPLE  DO  UGLY  THINGS.  WHERE  DO  YOU  DRAW  THE  LINE?  OR  SHOULD  I  ASSUME  THERE  ISN'T  ONE?

>   The  question  is  simple.  The  answer  is  not. ❛   Desperation,   ❜  she  murmurs,  rolling  the  word  over  her  tongue  like  a  foreign  substance,  something  to  be  examined  before  being  swallowed.  ❛    It  strips  a  person  down  to  the  marrow.  Turns  men  into  monsters,  monsters  into  something  worse.  I’ve  seen  it.  I’ve  treated  it.  I’ve  put  bullets  in  the  ones  who  let  it  consume  them.   ❜ Her  gaze  sharpens,  but  there’s  something  else  there — something  just  beyond  reach.  ❛   Everyone  has  a  line.  A  place  where  the  cost  outweighs  survival.  Mine?   ❜  A  faint,  wry  smile  ghosts  across  her  lips.  ❛   I  won’t  rob  the  helpless.  I  won’t  slaughter  for  convenience.  And  I  won’t  pretend  that  some  people  don’t  deserve  exactly  what’s  coming  to  them.   ❜ She  exhales,  slow  and  measured,  as  if  balancing  a  scalpel  between  life  and  death.  ❛   I  won’t  let  desperation  turn  me  into  something  I  don’t  recognize.  But  if  the  world  decides  to  put  me  in  a  room  with  something  worse  than  me?   ❜  Her  head  tilts,  a  flicker  of  amusement  in  her  eyes.  ❛   Then  I’ll  be  the  last  thing  it  sees.   ❜

[hollowadder]

ZOYA SILVA, THE DOCTOR.

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STATISTICS

full name:  zoya janeil silva (née malik) gender:  cis woman pronouns:  she & her sexuality:  bisexual age:  thirty-five date of birth:  july 27, 1971 zodiac sign:  leo occupation: doctor family: yusuf malik (father, ???), kiyana beckford (mother, ???), leon silva (husband, alive) hometown: london, england languages: english, russian infection status: ???

APPEARANCE

faceclaim:  tahirah sharif eyes:  brown hair:  black piercings:  ear piercings tattoos:  her wedding date on the back of her left arm

PERSONALITY

traits:  empathetic, patient, resilient, self-critical, reticent, intelligent labels / tropes: tbd inspirations: natalie berzatto (the bear), melinda monroe (virgin river), jennifer jaureau (criminal minds), twilight sparkle (my little pony: friendship is magic) kala dandekar (sense8), annie january (the boys), catelyn stark (game of thrones) mbti: isfj

HISTORY /

zoya's childhood is bi-coastal. stretched between two worlds from the minute she can walk. her parents never to bother to get married and honestly it's for the better cause they're both too busy for a marriage anyways. her father is a professor of literature at the imperial college and her mother is a paramount politician lobbying on capitol hill in dc. her father's steadier job lands her a childhood in london watching him go back and forth between lectures and symposiums. she spends the summer in washington dc watching her mother change the world and she knows she cannot fail them. her adolescence amounts to a series of tests and accolades that won't matter for the rest of her career. the choice is a simple, first pre-med at the imperial college and then medical school. just like that her whole life is perfectly planned out and yet despite achieving everything she'd wanted - zoya wasn't happy. her successes and drive for her whole life had added up to a great deal of loneliness. in all her time trying to impress her parents she'd forgotten to enjoy life. so in regular zoya fashion she found an excuse, doctors without borders. they'd been travelling throughout eastern europe establishing free clinics and helping support local medical centers when they arrived in krovograd. it was a stop along to the way to a bigger city but from the minute she set foot in it she knew something was special. it was in krovograd she met her husband and there she decided to return and stay after her tenure at doctors without borders was up. as she finally found sense, purpose, and community in her life her whole world turned upside down on its head. now years into the infection she struggles to maintain her hopeful resilience and relentless support of her community and husband especially as she harbors dark secrets that threaten to tear the life she's built apart.