Abramovna, Sasha

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CASE FILE: Chimerae

”Overkill? A true Drachman doesn’t believe in such a concept.”
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FULL NAME:
→ Sasha Abramovna

AGE:
→ 33

SEX:
→ Female

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Vladivostok, Drachma

RACE/SPECIES:
→ Drachman/Xingese/Arctic Wolf

GENERATION:
→ Generation 4

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ August 14, 1978

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HEIGHT:
→ 172.72 cm

WEIGHT:
→ 95.3 kg

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ Standing at a respectable 5’8”, the Drachman woman before you stands tall with confidence. Her posture is perfect, but rigid, suggesting years of service in the military. Her black hair is long, running past her shoulders from her time in confinement, her bangs almost covering her green eyes (or eye, considering one’s covered with an eyepatch). Her skin is light, though the complexion is one of the few things hinting at her Xingese roots. Her muscles are toned and well defined, suggesting she’s staying fit.

Her clothing is simple, but effective: military-grade utilitarianism at its finest. Digital camouflage pants, a matching jacket, and several plain shirts and tank tops in white, gray, and black. Her tanker boots are worn, but have been taken care of very well over the years. Unless she was recently in a dirty environment, they’re usually polished to a respectable sheen and spotless.

Due to being an early test subject for Drachma’s Generation 4 chimera program, several glitches occurred during her creation. Most of her teeth have taken on a sharp shape to some degree, if not completely. Her ears can move very slightly, though only up and down, and almost entirely tied to her facial expressions (though, in all fairness, such movements are very slight, and not very noticeable).

Though she hasn’t entered it yet, Sasha does have a chimera form. In general, it’s a rather crude form. Her face pushes out slightly into a snout as her teeth sharpen even more, while her arms elongate and fingers separate slightly. Her nails change into sharp claws, making her deadly in melee combat. While she doesn’t change in height or thickness, her change in fingers do make it difficult to use items designed for normal humans, if not very uncomfortable or impossible.

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PERSONALITY:
→ Sasha’s come a long way from the timid, quiet girl she used to be. Loud, boisterous and reckless would be a few ways to describe her, all traits that she picked up from an old CO of hers. Although she joined the military for a desk job, she’s grown fond of time in the field, and has picked up many traits more associated with the common foot soldier than a commanding officer.

She’s crude and brash, though she’s certainly capable of showing respect in her own, weird, military-influenced way. She’ll make jokes at the expense of people she likes, and generally keeps people she doesn’t know at arm’s length. She’s particularly harsh of civilians and rookies, as her she’s made the mistake of buddying up with them, only to see them get cut down shortly afterwards. Once someone has sufficiently “proven” him or herself, she takes on a much more motherly attitude, helping and supporting them, but with firmness, constantly pushing them to improve upon themselves. She enjoys leading a group, and often strives to be the leader, often coming into conflict with those actually above her in rank.

One interesting trait she’s developed over years in the military is “CO Syndrome.” Her time as a higher ranking individual has left her comfortable, and being in a position of command, has left her to her own devices for far too long. In essence, while she expects others to follow the rules, she’s grown used to setting them, and considers herself above some rules and methods. Sometimes this pays off in her combat, and other times it costs her. With militants she’s unfamiliar with, this results in a general disregard for protocol and standards. To civilians, she can come off as “holier than thou,” though she’s much more sympathetic to their complaints.

LOVE:
→ Snowfall
→ A cityscape at night
→ Parachuting
→ Driving
→ Leading a group
→ Wargames
→ Tanks

HATE:
→ The countryside
→ Red tape
→ Leaving a man behind
→ Whiners
→ Hippies
→ Pacifists
→ Gun permits
→ Rules of engagement
→ Being out of flashbangs

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HISTORY:
→ Sasha was born in Vladivostok, to a Drachman businessman and a Xingese electrician. Growing up, she had what might be considered a normal life: middle-class, a decent apartment, food always on the table, and she always had something to do. Quiet and reserved, her focus was on studying and performing well in school. And above-average student, she continued her high performance through secondary school and college, eventually graduating with a major in military history and a double-minor in psychology and communications.

Throughout her life, the military had always been appealing to her. The stories of war heroes and the epic battles fought had caught her imagination, and the thought of joining the military is something she’d carried throughout the years. Upon graduation, she decided to follow her heart and join the military. Although hesitant, her parents consented, and off she went. She was ultimately unprepared for bootcamp, being unfamiliar with many of the things asked of her. Communal living, early hours and late nights, intensive bouts of exercise and firing rifles, she was surprised she managed to pass at all. Since he had a college degree, she immediately qualified for an officer position. At last, a chance to lead soldiers into battle, to live out the tales of olde. All fired up, she marched onwards to… logistics.

After additional training, she found herself at a glorious desk job, the exactly place she wanted to avoid. Sorting through pages of information was hardly her forte, and she often found herself daydreaming and working on fiction than her actual job. Her only solace was a particularly amusing colonel of an armored division. Then, one day, she met the man in person. They talked over lunch, casually, before he pointed at the elephant in the room. “There’s only a few ways to get away from the desk,” he said. Sasha sighed, commenting on how it was still another year until her contract was up. Without another word, they moved onto another topic, and parted their way.

A few weeks later, Sasha received a letter detailing her transfer. She was no longer going to be sitting behind a desk doing logistics. Instead, a Colonel Bogdan Stalin had requested her services in his armored division. Her training came swiftly, and was intense. She learned how to drive, fire, load, and command a tank in the timespan of two months, soon becoming a member of the division, earning the respect of the other tankers, and her crew.

Three years of tanking later, Bogdan was promoted to lead a portion of the Spetsnaz. Taking several of his trusted officers and soldiers with him – Sasha included – he took his tried-and-proven unpredictability (and recklessness) to the Spetsnaz, though they all had to convert to the “light infantry” aspect of the job. Several years running special missions and performing anti-terrorism acts, Sasha was an accomplished foot soldier and leader, loud and boisterous like the newer recruits, and experienced enough that she stopped caring about protocol and red tape. It was to her surprise, then, that she was approached for an “advisory” role. She wasn’t given many details, but considering the lack of details, she was certain it was black ops, and was assured it was a leadership position. Somewhat reluctantly, she consulted Bogdan about it, who gave her his blessing. Several weeks of deliberation later, she accepted the job, and found out what exactly her job entailed.

She was to lead a special group of “super soldiers.” Chimera, really. She was their handler and CO, someone that was meant to keep them in line. Although she ran a tight ship, she treated the group of chimera as she did her own tank crew. She grew more and more friendly with them over the years, and even fell in love with one of them, in particular. A rugged, battle-proven bear chimera, a man who, to her, stood for the very definition of a hero. It was only a matter of time before an outsider came in to muck it up.

Word had reached her: a new generation was starting to be developed, and soon there would be no need for their current, outdated soldiers. Since they were “officially” dead anyway, a simple purge process was required. Sasha, hiding her horror at the idea, weighed her options, and ultimately chose to warn her soldiers of the impending action against them. Hastily, they improvised a jailbreak, making a suicide run through the facility. Several of them were lost, but a few made it out. Sasha, herself, was hit on the final leg, and was left behind, much to the chagrin of her lover.

She blacked out on the floor, regaining consciousness here-and-there over the course of the next several weeks. During that time, she had been patched up and experimented on, used as an early candidate for the next generation while awaiting an appropriate punishment. Months passed in a great blur, as she was kept heavily sedated. Time almost lost meaning to her for several months, until the death of Czar Loki sparked a small war inside the Drachman military. The militants were split roughly in half, with Loyalists versus the Revolutionaries. Gunfire echoed through the hallways, as Sasha waited patiently in her cell, slowly returning to a sober state.

Eventually, attrition weighed heavily on both sides, until she was approached by some Loyalists with an ultimatum: rot in the cell, or fight the Revolutionaries. With little deliberation, she chose to fight, and was quickly armed. Over the next few days, the Loyalists fought their way through the facility, and managed to take control of it with only a handful of soldiers left. Sensing her time to escape, he quickly considered her job accomplished, and made her way out of the facility before the new military seized control of the facility again.

Since then, she’s been desperately trying to find a safe haven. First making her way through Drachma, she entered Xing, asking around and searching for a friendly face. Finally getting a name, she became determined to head to Amestris, hoping to find an old friend to lean on before she can stand up on her own feet again.

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TRIVIA:
→ She lost vision in her right eye after an incident during target practice. A round didn’t load properly into the chamber and exploded, along with a good portion of the stock of the rifle she was using. She has since switched to firing left-handed.
→ While she’s still an omnivore, non-meat products now taste bland at best.
→ Has experience driving, firing, loading, and commanding a tank.
→ Trained in close quarters combat, and knowledgeable in urban warfare.
→ In her human form, Sasha has increased senses of smell and hearing, slightly increased strength, and greatly increased stamina. Her chimera form is rather lacking, only giving her an advantage in melee combat at the expense of not being able to use her weapons.
→ Although she tried a few times, she never qualified to wear a red beret.
→ Fluent in Drachman and Xingese. Speaks Amestrian with a heavy Drachman accent.

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ALIAS:
→ Izzy

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ Isabella Galicia, Dietrich, Valentin, Dante Sune

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ Can I haz tank? (Not really.)

FACE CLAIM:

Code:

[b]Jormungand[/b]/[i]Valmet[/i]

CUSTOM RANK:
→ Can’t Let You Do That

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