[center][b][h1][color=DC143C]WASP[/color][/h1][/b][b]Nadia Pym[/b], Age 16 (b. 1952)
[b][sub]Based in The Red Room, Undisclosed Location, USSR[/sub][/b]
[color=gray][sub]Active since approximately 24 Hours Ago[/sub][/color]

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[INDENT][h3]Character Concept[/h3][hr]
[color=999999][i]In the immediate aftermath of the Second World War, Dr. Henry "Hank" Pym became a spy for the USA, using his recently developed Pym particles to sneak beyond the Iron Curtain. One such mission saw Dr. Pym trying to flip a known KGB agent known as Maria Trovaya, a known member of the Soviet's secretive Black Widow Program. The two quickly fell for each other and it was perhaps those feelings that made them sloppy. On the night that the pair was bound for Constantinople via a cargo ship in Odessa, they were caught by Red Room agents. Pym was able to make it out alive using his Ant-Man technology, but Trovaya was captured. What neither of them knew at the time was that Trovaya was pregnant.

Head researcher at the Red Room Doctor Lyudmila Antonovna Kudrin was curious to see the effects of in utero exposure to her super serum as up to this point it was believed that the serum caused complete infertility and requested that the embryo inside Trovaya be extracted before her execution for treason. In time that Embryo would grow into Nadia.

Thus, from her "birth" onward, Nadia's home was the secretive compound that the Red Room ran its operations from. From a young age two things became apparent, Nadia was gifted with both her Father's superior intellect and had trace remnants of her mother's super serum in her blood. And so, like her mother before her Nadia was to be trained in the Black Widow program. 

Nadia along with twenty other orphans including one Ava Orlova - who she quickly became friends with - were posed to be the next generation of Widow agents. The thinking under Khrushchev and later Brezhnev being that a modern cohort was needed to represent a Post-Stalin USSR that could truly position itself as a global superpower against the Capitalist West. Alongside her regular combat and espionage training, Nadia's handlers sought to fine-tune her intellect with Doctor Kudrin personally taking Nadia under her wing seeing Nadia as the only one worthy to inherit her position as head of the program.

A week ago, Nadia passed her last examinations and was declared fit for active duty having been given the codename: WASP. However, when her first mission leads her on the trail of Professor Grigor Ivanovich Pchelintsov, a former Red Room scientist and an associate of her Father. The past that the Red Room desperately tried to keep from her will finally catch up. And Nadia must then face the question of where do her loyalties lay?
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Generally, my plan is to mix a Cold War spy drama mixed with some more classical super-heroics. I've always liked Ant-Man as a character and he and his supporting cast tend to get underutilized at times. Our Cold War setting though allows me to hopefully fix that problem by working from the perspective of Nadia. Her whole abducted by the Red Room and raised by the Russians fitting perfectly with the setting. Allowing for the moral quandaries of such classics as The Spy Who Came in from the Cold to hopefully shine through, though admittedly tonally I'm going much more for Snake Eater or an Atomic Blonde than I am le Carré.

After Nadia defects to America in search of answers at the end of her first arc. I hope to be able to get involved with other players especially the other young superheroes out there. As I feel that Nadia's position will make an interesting fish out of water dynamic compared to the Americans she will be running into.

[color=DC143C][h3]Key Notes[/h3][/color][hr]
[color=DC143C][b][h3]Central Cast[/h3][/b][/color]
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[color=DC143C][b]Dr. Henry "Hank" Pym[/b][/color]
[indent][indent][sub]Nadia's father currently MIA.[Is willing to work around this if there are any Ant-Man players out there][/sub][/indent][/indent] 

[color=DC143C][b]Janet Van Dyne[/b][/color]
[indent][indent][sub]Shield Agent and Hank's on-off again girlfriend. Currently investigating into Hank's disappearance by looking into his past. This will lead her on a Collison course with the Red Room. [Once again see above notes. I'm willing to not use Janet or Hank completely if another player really needs them :3]  [/sub][/indent][/indent] 

[color=DC143C][b]Maria Trovaya[/b][/color]
[indent][indent][sub]Nadia's mother. A former agent of the Black Widow program. DECEASED[/sub][/indent][/indent] 

[color=DC143C][b]Doctor Lyudmila Antonovna Kudrin[/b][/color]
[indent][indent][sub]The Head of the Red Room. Sees Nadia as the daughter she never had.[/sub][/indent][/indent] 

[color=DC143C][b]Ava Orlova[/b][/color]
[indent][indent][sub]Another up and coming agent of the Red Room. Nadia's best friend.[/sub][/indent][/indent]

[color=DC143C][b]Aleksey Lebedev[/b][/color]
[indent][indent][sub]The original Red Guardian. Now combat instructor at the Red Room.[/sub][/indent][/indent]

[color=DC143C][b]Yelena Belova[/b][/color]
[indent][indent][sub]A Gen-1 Black Widow and Espionage instructor at the Red Room.[/sub][/indent][/indent]

[color=DC143C][b]Professor Grigor Ivanovich Pchelintsov[/b][/color]
[indent][indent][sub]A professor with ties to the Red Room and Hank Pym. Nadia's first target. [/sub][/indent][/indent] [/hider]

[color=DC143C][b][h3]Current Plot Threads[/h3][/b][/color]
[b]From Russia With Love[/b]
[indent][indent]Nadia is sent to track down Professor Grigor Ivanovich Pchelintsov, a Professor with connections to her past.[/indent][/indent]

[h3]References / Sample Post[/h3][hr]
[indent][indent][hider=A Quiet Moment]
On both sides of the Iron Curtain, the Red Room is a ghost story spoken among espionage and intelligence agencies with a tone of fearful reverence. A crimson void that swallowed little girls across the world replacing them with killing machines that could be your wife, daughter, or someone you just saw on the street.  The rumors surrounding the Room’s operation and training protocols that would make even Dante blush in their imaginative cruelty.

What the rumors and the reports fail to capture is the quiet. Each great staccato pulse of physical and mental violence that marked the day’s training sessions are always followed by long periods of monastic silence. After all, at its core the Red Room is a facility for espionage, and at the core of espionage was the interplay between the spy and a single emotion – anticipation. The silences at the Red Room fed on anticipation creating a miasma of perpetual anxiety that played on the unpredictable build and release of the emotion. Each silence lasting just long enough for the girls within to grow comfortable, right before the next burst of violence crashed over them. The Red Room was not supposed to be a home, a place where you got accustomed to predictive rhythms, it was a hell that you had to survive.

But for Nadia, it was the only home she had ever known. She knew nothing of the outside world and thus had no reference points to contrast the manic rhythms of the Red Room.  And so, where others dreaded the waiting, Nadia was able to find solace in the silence. The periods of downtime that she was given being the only reprieve she had to work on her own projects even if that meant forgoing rest, sleep, and meals. 

The latest of her projects has kept her up for the past forty-eight hours. After sparring with Captain Lebedev she found a Stock Dove in the bushes next to the dueling square. The grouchy pack of half-feral Mousers that stalked the Red Room Compound were if nothing else enthusiastic, and it appeared that one of them had tried to go after the bird. It survived, but its right wing was shredded to pieces. Nadia could not resist smuggling him back to her quarters where she named him Alyosha and began to formulate a plan. 

A sleepless night “volunteering” with the quartermaster to reorganize the stock rooms provided her with enough leverage to acquire the scrap metal she needed. The next day, she purposefully took a hard hit from Ava during sparring practice and was sent to the infirmary. The infirmary nurse on schedule that day took a smoke break every hour for approximately five minutes.  Five minutes was more than enough for Nadia to repurpose some abandoned medical equipment for her own use. The rest of the materials she had around her quarters.  
After they were all collected, Nadia looked over the small congregation of materials that she had gathered appreciatively like a shepherd over her flock. It had only taken her one sleepless night and a black eye, a small sacrifice for the chance at being able to act for a change instead of just going through the motions. All that was left was to build Alyosha a new wing. 

Alyosha lay unconscious atop a sanitized metal cafeteria tray. Nadia had to guess the correct amount of sedative to give him given that the instructions that they had to memorize in their field surgery seminar did not necessarily pertain to doves. Instead, Nadia based her calculations on the average weight of a Stock Dove from an ornithology guide that they had been given in wilderness survival. Her estimates seemed to have done the trick, because the Dove was merely asleep rather than experiencing respiratory failure.

Over the next few hours Nadia fell into a fugue state. Her hands worked with scalpel, screwdriver, and sottering iron binding metal to flesh. Occasionally, she would pause waiting for sleep deprived trembles to subside before she continued to sculpt the wing. Nadia preferred the word sculptor to inventor or engineer, as the latter were both rooted in an almost academic understanding. Engineers and inventors instilled themselves with knowledge and then applied that knowledge to the problems they faced. A sculptor’s work instead was done by feel and instinct. One can learn the general characteristics of marble and how it breaks, but each block is as varied in personality as people are. Each reacts differently to the Sculptor’s touch in the way it peels, fractures, and fragments. To work on a piece of marble is to learn all over again, the same formula will not ever work more than once.  As Michelangelo pulled David from marble, Nadia pulled Alyosha’s wing from the detritus that she had collected. 

So engrossed was the girl in her work that she did not notice the small Dove’s breathing grow slower and slower. Such a rudimentary task as double checking that she had not overdosed her patient slipped by her. Why would she after all? She knew that her calculations had been correct. They were based on the statistic that she had remembered, from a book whose contents she could recall from memory. However, the weight of a Stock Dove in her field guide did not account for [B]one-winged[/B] Stocked Doves.

Only after the work was done and the last binding set in place did Nadia realize Alyosha had gone cold in her hands. 

“Oh.”  that was all that Nadia was able to manage. 

Her voice so quiet that it got swallowed by the silence around her. 

A moment later a claxon roared and the sounds of feet hitting the floor as the other girls sprang out of beds. The silence was over, and Nadia was glad.
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