Name:Viktoriya Volkov
Age: 50
Faction: Smuggler
Sex: Female
Appearance: Height: 5'7 (170.18 cm)
Weight: 142 lbs (64.4 kg)
Body Frame: Light build
BabaEquipment/Personal Belongings: M9 Service Pistol, Russian VDV Beret, Gas Mask.
Personality: Cold, generally uncaring for all but her daughter, 'efficient'.
Bio:Viktoriya was born in the a rural area of the RSFSR in the year 1984. As such, she knew the stomach sucking void of starvation, and the effects it would have on a human body. She also became familiarized with loss at a young age, losing her father to the Soviet-Afghan War before really getting to know him. When the Soviet Union collapsed in 1991, so did much of it's infrastructure, leaving her and her mother in even worse straights. Viktoriya's life went even further down the tube, when her mother was forced to put her into an orphanage, as she couldn't support them both. This was fortunately -in her won opinion- the lowest point in Viktoriya's life. She would not be adopted, but she would get an education, and when she could she enlisted with the Russian Armed Forces, specifically as an Airborne Officer.
Needless to say passed selection, going on to fight in the Second Chechen War. It was here in mid 2003 she received a rather significant scar across the right side of her face, in an event that killed a third of her squad. The event left her mildly depressed, not because of her own wounds, but of the failure to keep the people entrusted to her alive. She also found herself doubting her country's ability to lead itself, and with it's imperialists policies rising up, she became disillusioned.
In late 2004 She immigrated to the United States, the one country she saw as being a viable option to continue her life. And seeing as she had the skills, she enlisted with the USAF. A move that gained more than a few questioning stares from her fellow American service personnel. In late 2005 she met one David Gray, a Canadian/American citizen in which she happened to fall in love with. They married a year later and promptly had a child.
And this is where Anastasiya's story begins.
Strengths: Russian VDV and USAF Basic training and combat experience, survival instinct.
Weaknesses: Old age, cares a bit too deeply for her daughter's well-being, generally callous of other's problems.
Name: Anastasiya 'Anna' Volkov
Age: 27
Faction: Smuggler
Sex: Female
Appearance: Height: 5'11 (180.34 cm)
Weight: 182 lbs (82.5 kg)
Body Frame: Medium build
DochEquipment/Personal Belongings: Para 14/45, Father's pendant, Gas Mask.
Personality: Distrusting of 'ladies men', introverted, calm, brutal.
Bio: Anastasiya was born in mid May of 2006, during a time in which her mother was still enlisted in the USAF, and when her father was still an ER Surgeon. Due to this, Anastasiya had little time to spend with either of her parents, most of it being spent with the other army brats on base. Her early life was peaceful enough, though more than a few other kids called her a communist pinko more than a few times. She figured it was because of her favorite color, the anger of her Mother proved otherwise.
Anastasiya had just enrolled in school when the world took a downward turn. Her Father, among the first to encounter the infected in the ER he worked, returned home one night late, not too soon after Anastasiya had gone to bed. The poor girl awoke to a gunshot and her crying mother, as she would soon find out the world had gone to absolute shit. And that her father was dead.
Fast forward almost a decade, to a FEDRA QZ. Anastasiya was a little over sixteen at that point, and somehow got her hands on pink hair dye. Her mother one of the many farm hands running the few pieces of crop equipment left. The second generation Russian however, was amidst something else, smuggling in supplies from outside the walls, specifically 'sterile' syringes for a friend, who had recently started making heroine in his basement. Unfortunately a two-man patrol of US Army Soldiers found her before she could make it back to where she'd arise no suspicion. They made a rather one sided deal, one that Anastasiya would much rather be ratted out for in hindsight (You can likely guess what it was). Said deal was slowly completed over the course of about three months, Anna only keeping her side of the 'deal' to avoid her and her mother being kicked out or executed.
Eventually her Mother caught on. And in a tearful revelation, Anna spilled the figurative beans. In the following six night, twelve US Soldiers were found dead, either on patrol or in their beds. And Anna and Viktoriya were gone.
Now 26, both Anastasiya and her mother continued to smuggle weapons, supplies, and occasionally people for random amounts ration cards or supplies in their own right. The mystery of where she gets the pink hair dye is something she still hasn't divulged to anyone. Her general distrust of socially forward males and soldiers still carries on, but her emotional damage has mostly healed.
Strengths: Second hand military training, very-athletic conditioning.
Weaknesses: Not the average frame for a woman, a bit anti-social, still has some emotional damage from a certain 'deal'.