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[hider=Eva Fosfograv Vasilev][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/rYVetHc.jpg[/img][/center]
[color=8dc73f][h3][sup][center][b] Eva Fosfograv Vasilev [/b][/center][/sup][/h3]
[sup][sup][h3][center][b] "Orders...?" [/b][/center][/h3][/sup][/sup][/color]

[color=8dc73f][b]LOOKS[/b][/color]

A woman of average height of 167cm, her toned body contrasts heavily against the chrome she sports; cyberwear lacking subtlety and finesse, black metal against skin. Her hair changed colors by the day, sometimes by the hour, though the light and colors can be muted if she so wished. Black segmented balance tail would swish behind her as she walked, poking through either a hole in her clothing, or just poking out from under her skirt if applicable. The chrome she sports are obviously milspec to anyone casually inspecting them. Tends to wear clothing similar to what Edgerunners wear; militant looking, well used clothing with the odd holes here and there. Not out of any real desire to show off, but simply because she couldn't find money to spare to have them repaired.

[color=8dc73f][b]PSYCHE[/b][/color]

She was the type of person that rarely emotes, speaks little, and does orders as she was told. The kinda person one would expect a low classed grunt would be. 'Cept she wasn't a low class grunt or doorstopper, she was one of the foolish kids who went willingly into the Cyberwars, lured in by the prospect of looking swish. First it was just the tail and eyes, but the repeated tours as a Covertgrunt took more than just her limbs from her. Annabelle was quiet, suffering from PTSD, and barely spoke a word, but once ordered to do something, she would tear apart any drekhead foolish enough to step in her way without a second thought. She seemed to actively seek conflict, as if trying to drown her thoughts in more conflict to avoid thinking about it. A self destructive behaviour to be sure, one she was aware of, but one she cannot stop herself from doing.

[color=8dc73f][b]HEAT[/b][/color]

Some boosters perhaps, she had done some wet works on them before. Probably the government as well, though she wasn't actually any important grunt.

[color=8dc73f][b]STREET CRED[/b][/color]

Small time. She had just started getting back into the swing of things.
  
[color=8dc73f][b]THE STORY[/b][/color]

A young girl, still naive and innocent, joins the Cyberwars as part of the covert Elite Mechanized Combat Force.

For what reasons, Eva had long forgotten. The blood on her hands, the people she had killed, the people she had fought beside, the people who died in her arms, none of those technically exists. She did not exists. Cybergrunts were, after all, simply hogwash. They never sent her to fight in far away countries in covert wars. Even if they did, it was all for the country's interest, for the good of all in it. Patriotism, my girl! Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country! Look, free cybers. All you needed to do was just one tour, and all of these will be yours for no charge at all.

Just one more tour, and you can leave.

Just one more tour, and she can go home.

Always one more tour. One more tour did not seem at all that daunting when she was lying in a pool of her own blood, one of her torn limbs lying on her own lap. Go home a cripple, or do just one more tour and get a spanking new cyberlimb free. It wasn't long before she got stuck in a vicious cycle of these, each tour taking a piece away from her. Both figuratively and literally. There was no leaving as well, considering the chips they installed in one of her cybers to ensure her obedience.

Soon enough, she was resigned to the life, having now a few tours under her belt, with only her torso and head being meat. Eva had, by now, racked up a reputation in her unit for being efficient at heavy weaponry, and close quarters combat. She did have some skills in jacking security and netrunning, but she wasn't anywhere close to be any sort of hot shit tiger at it. Instead, she ran the panzers, if there was any given to them; she was supposed to be covert ops after all. 

Oddly enough, her salvation came in the form of a mission gone FUBAR. One where she took several shots to the body before an ACPA damn near crushed her arms before one of her more trigger happy colleagues unloaded a warhead on it. She woke up later on, just barely alive amidst the corpses left there. After patching herself up, she waited there for quite some time before realizing no one was going to come for her. Even her comms were silent. Whatever happened during the fight had fried or damaged the chips embedded in her body enough to make them think she was dead.

To cut a long story short, she salvaged what she could from there, managing to scrape enough together to repair herself, and remove any of those chips still left in her body so she could finally run from this job. After long years of being on tour, she finally returned home. However, she was unable to really find work she was able to do, and just scraping enough together for a coffin and some kibbles wasn't the life she wanted to live. Without any other real skills to work with, she turned back to murdering for euros. She didn't have much in gears, considering she sold everything on her out of her eagerness to escape that life, and she certainly wasn't fond of killing more when she finally escaped her life. But hey, anything was better than having to become a meat puppet.

[color=8dc73f][b]ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY[/b][/color]

Her most prominent equipments were the cyberwares she sports. Both arms had been replaced with obvious bulky Soviet looking black cybers, complete with the hydraulic rams they commonly have, and ripper hands. The balance tail looks skeletal in design, as well as being bulky as well. It can be used as an extra limb, but its intended use was for housing the cybermodem link on it, allowing her to jack into the net or a vehicle. Her no frills blackened cyberlegs were standard. All cyberlimbs are covered with ballistic plastic. The only subtle parts of her chromes are the bone and muscle lacing, and the speedware installed on her body. Other than that, she has a heavy jacket, a light autopistol(the Dai Lung Cybermag 15) and a few boxes of ammo for it.

Gotta start from somewhere, right?
[hider=reference on how it looks like][img]https://i.imgur.com/iniRGRu.png[/img][/hider]

[color=8dc73f][b]...AND THE REST[/b][/color]

She has a backpack for all her other miscellaneous things like kibbles and credchips. Generic prepacks were hidden deep inside it like treasure.[/hider]