[hider=Vic] [hr][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/643632480825376768/669752318484283412/image3.jpg[/img] [color=#4F97A3][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color] [sub][COLOR=SILVER] Victoria White, 39 [color=#4F97A3][sup]_______________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] Atlantic Federation [color=#4F97A3][b]|[/b][/color] Prairie, Oceania [color=#4F97A3][sup]_______________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/COLOR][/sub][/center] [hider=][indent][sub][b]▼ E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N[/b][/SUB] [sup][color=#4F97A3]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color] [COLOR=SILVER] ► [B]Height[/B][color=#4F97A3] - 6'5"[/COLOR] ► [b]Weight[/b][color=#4F97A3] - 202 lbs[/COLOR] ► [b]Hair Color[/b][color=#4F97A3] - Brown[/COLOR] ► [b]Eye Color[/b][color=#4F97A3] - Grey[/COLOR] ► [b]Classification[/b][color=#4F97A3] - Shocktrooper[/COLOR] ► [b]Specialization[/b][color=#4F97A3] - Raider[/COLOR] ► [b]Rank[/b][color=#4F97A3] - (Applying for Staff) Sergeant[/COLOR] ► [b]Sexuality[/b][color=#4F97A3] - Bisexual[/COLOR][/COLOR][/SUP] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider] [/cell][cell][b][sub]D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E[/sub][/b] [color=#4F97A3][indent]Victoria is much taller than most women and quite a few men, standing at a full 6'3" when upright. The rangy leanness of her childhood and teen years of starvation has passed, the career soldier having bulked out from a steady source of food. Her body type could be described as Amazonian, height accentuated by her obvious strength. Her biceps and calves are thick with muscle, her abs clearly outlined on her stomach. brown hair hangs down messily over her face and around her head to be scooped out of the way when it becomes annoying. Her body bears marks from the the battles of the first war as well as her rough upbringing, a jagged scar tracing its way over her right eye, a result of a bottle being shattered against her head. More cover her forearms, left by hot shrapnel. Her uniform is hidden by the waterproof cape she's carried since it was issued to her in the 1910s, the rabbit felt hat of the Oceanic Expeditionary Force still perched on her head after all this time. Two extra bandoleers are wrapped around her torso for easy access. [/indent][/color][/cell][/row][/table][color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/sub][/b] [INDENT][color=#4F97A3]The wild years of Vicky's youth are far behind her. Instead of drinking to party and bragging about how she can kick the ass of anyone in the room she usually drinks by herself and thinks about just where her life has taken her. A member of the Federation's Rangers who hates the Federation itself and a high school drop out who uses a pseudonym to write eloquent essays calling for Oceania's independence, she's a mess of contradictions and poorly managed trauma. She's open about her life but pretends that it didn't really affect her, ignoring her nightmares and anxiety driven hallucinations. Her relationship with her daughter is awkward, Victoria loving her daughter but never really knowing how to properly express it. Liz has to settle for backhanded compliments and unwanted advice about how children can ruin her life. With friends Vicky is a different person, boisterously loud and full of life. But she tends to keep her true thoughts to herself, a bitter old woman who's upset she made it as long as she did. [/color][/INDENT] [color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]B I O G R A P H Y[/sub][/b] [color=#4F97A3][INDENT] Victoria White was born in Prairie, Oceania to a pair of struggling sheep ranchers who could hardly afford the three kids they already had, much less a fourth. The elder White children had been calculated risks, extra hands to help with labor. Victoria was an accident and knew it. Her mere existence drove the family to the brink of ruin, her parents just managing to sell enough wool to keep a roof over their heads through hard work and suffering. The day after she was born Victoria was swaddled and carried on her mother's back as she herded the flocks. Within two years every sheep they had either died or was sold off. A massive drought hit Prairie, turning the cattle town into a wasteland. Crops failed and homesteads were sold off or abandoned by people who could afford to move. Everyone who couldn't buckled down and made the best of a bad situation. Victoria's earliest memories were of her older siblings teaching her how to strip copper from wires and dig through empty houses for any valuables left behind, the young girl taking quickly to the work.. By the time her siblings left in search of better prospects she could be trusted to go out for a few days and return with enough scrap to buy enough flour to last a week. But she wasn't the only hunting for things in the old homesteads. Gangs of youths had formed, stealing everything that wasn't nailed down and fighting among themselves for bragging rights and the best spots to tear through. Victoria was jumped into one when she was fourteen and quickly made a name for herself, learning to drink and fight with the best of them. She was fifteen when she drunkenly stabbed another girl to death, sixteen when she got pregnant. The father was a petty thief and con-man four years her senior who rather unsurprisingly disappeared. Left by herself Victoria fell back on her family for assistance. Elizabeth White was born in the same dilapidated side room as her mother and Victoria was back to scrounging anything of worth by the next day. The famine had ended but the damage was done: Prairie was a ghost town totally devoid of opportunity. How was she supposed to feed her kid? The answer came in the form of the First Europan War. Victoria followed the time honored tradition of uneducated youth every war and signed up to fight. She was good at it too, pushing aside her fear and horror with the hep of cheap booze and slashing her way through the opposition. By the end of the war she had earned herself a medal for bravery during a particular nasty trench raid. When the guns died down she stayed in the army, settling down into a life of moving from base to base with little Elizabeth. With no war to fight she spent her time educating herself, reading more books in a year than she had total up to that point. With knowledge came reflection, Victoria ruminating on the war and her life in Oceania. She had devoted herself to an utterly pointless conflict, took part in the slaughter of millions in the name of a country that had done nothing and cared nothing for her. The Federation let her people starve, keeping Oceania's resources and manpower firmly under its control control while she had been forced to loot for scrap metal. Thinking about how she and her country had been used as little more than cannon fodder weighed on Victoria heavily, driving her to do something she had never really done before: write. It was minor at first, a few minutes each day scribbling her thoughts and grips in a little notebook. But as time went on and she got a better of language and the world stage it began to expand into essays about topics ranging from the treatment of Darscens to economic policy and colonialism. It was almost therapeutic for her, Victoria letting herself opinions she hadn't even known she was capable of having. Sending them to newspapers was really the next logical step but with a kid to raise and bills to pay there was no way she was going to risk being fired or imprisoned by using her real name. Victoria White became Hudson Weber, notorious agitator and borderline anarchist depending on who you asked. Even as she was making a (fake) name for herself as an essayist White joined the Rangers in search of higher pay and something to do. It was the only option she had, having no other skills or trade besides sewing. She served the Federation with distinction by day as a Ranger by day and railed against it at night for fifteen years, managing to keep the wheels of contradiction turning with steady usage of alcohol as lubricant. When the second war was declared she was more excited than she had been in years. She would get to do what she was good at again [/INDENT][/color] [color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]P O T E N T I A L S[/sub][/b] [color=#4F97A3][INDENT] [u][i]Berserk:[/i][/u] Being a shocktrooper requires unwavering dedication to the Federal cause and a complete lack of fear, two things Victoria lacks. She makes up for it with brute strength, speed and insanity. When charging enemy positions she became a snarling beast hellbent on driving her bayonet through some chests. She excels at using her fists and any nearby objects to bludgeon the enemy into submission. She handles problems out of combat the same way she does in: with overwhelming force. [u][i]Mother Bear:[/i][/u] Her first priority is her daughter, her second is friends and everything else is third. She doesn't really know how to show it but Victoria cares for very much for her daughter, silently checking up on her in camp and watching her to make sure she doesn't get into trouble. With friends she's loud, boastful and loyal, watching their back in the field and shooting the shit with them out of it. [i][u]Resourceful:[/u][/i] Scavenging for scrap and substituting horse meat for beef as a child has made Victoria a very cost-efficient kind of person. She can knit and sew to keep her clothes in shape, turn substandard or small amounts of ingredients into a decent meal and sniff out all sorts of usable goods from bargain bins and ruined houses alike. A more unfortunate side effect of her rough upbringing is that Victoria sees wrong with looting the dead. After all, they don't need it anymore. She usually sticks to enemy corpses but if a Federation soldier had some trinket she wanted or is valuable enough to sell then she won't say no. [i][u]Functional Alcoholic:[/u][/i] While certainly in a better place than she was twenty years ago Victoria is by no means cured of her alcoholism. She's managed to hold down a job and keep a roof over her and her daughter's head by hiding her problem and building a tolerance. No longer the kind to drink to the point of blacking out, she still becomes noticeably less social and angrier when she's been sober too long. [i][u]Hidden Depths:[/u][/i] Victoria is still as foul-mouthed and crude as ever but now hides a deep interest in politics. Sometimes when a particular issue has been weighing on her or she's just looking for an argument to pass the time she'll tap into that well and present her case while cursing up a storm.[/INDENT][/color] [color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]E Q U I P M E N T[/sub][/b] [color=#4F97A3][INDENT] - Reising M9A1 (Higher rate of fire and ammo capacity but less accurate and less reliable) - F1 Grenades - Ragnaid - ND-3 Combat Armor - [url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/valkyria/images/8/88/Fog_01-06.png/revision/latest?cb=20111023003333]FW Mk. I[/url] (Gizmo) - [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/554097347265691701/666394567511113737/551.png?width=1120&height=630]Rawlings Model 1903 Combat Shotgun[/url](Requisitioned)[/INDENT][/color] [color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]A F F I L I A T I O N S[/sub][/b] [color=#4F97A3][INDENT] - [color=#4F97A3]Elizabeth White [/color] (Daughter) - [color=#4F97A3]Charles Blake[/color] (Worthless Bastard) - [color=#4F97A3]Emma Godfrey [/color] (Goddaughter) - [color=#4F97A3]Luther Godfrey [/color] (Godson) [/INDENT][/color] [color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]R E L A T I O N S[/sub][/b] [INDENT] [color=#4F97A3]Luke Godfrey (Old squadmate, the son she never knew she wanted)[/color] [color=#4F97A3]Diana Godfrey (Old squadmate and one-time fling, married to Luke)[/color][/INDENT] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][hr][color=#2e2c2c]-A Template by Load Wraith[/color] [/hider]