[hider=Victoria White] [CENTER][url=https://fontmeme.com/handwriting-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210318/fd874d0b1b03251af6b502d1ae84f409.png[/img][/url][/CENTER] [hr][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/60/52/88/6052889a6f10e82dcfa9252138e617d4.jpg[/img] [color=4F97A3][sup]___________________________________[/sup][/color] [sub][COLOR=SILVER] Victoria White, 19, Jan 1 1895 [color=4F97A3][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] Prairie, Oceania, Atlantic Federation [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=#4F97A3]► [B]DOB[/B][COLOR=SILVER] - 1/1/1895[/COLOR] ► [B]Height[/B][COLOR=SILVER] -6'3" [/COLOR] ► [b]Weight[/b][COLOR=SILVER] -190 pounds [/COLOR] ► [b]Classification[/b][COLOR=SILVER] - Shocktrooper[/COLOR] ► [b]Rank[/b][COLOR=SILVER] - Lance Corporal[/COLOR] ► [b]Sexuality[/b][COLOR=SILVER] - 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=SILVER][indent] Victoria is much taller than most women and quite a few men, standing at a full 6'3" when upright. Her brown hair hangs down messily over her face and around her head, held somewhat in place by a rabbit felt slouch hat that had once belonged to a hero of Oceania. While she managed to escape the fate of her original squad at Amone she did walk away with shrapnel scars on her forearms. Another old injury traces its way over her right eye, a result of a bottle being shattered against her head during her days on the streets. While no longer as thin as she had once been thanks to adequate (in amount if not taste) rations and physical training courtesy of the Oceanic Expeditionary Forces the affects of starvation have not quite worn away. She's rangier than she is bulky, her body lean with a bit of muscle built from conditioning. Besides the standard issue blue uniform and webbing she wears a waterproof canvas cape and slouch hat as well as twin bandoleers across her torso. A heart locket hangs from a spare bootlace around her neck, inside is a picture of her daughter Elizabeth. [/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=SILVER] Victoria copes with bad situations by putting up a series of façades between herself and the problem. The first layer is that of the boisterous brawler, a former gang member and armed robber who joined the army in search of a paycheck that could be earned through violence. She drinks, she smokes, she gambles and carouses whenever there's an opportunity, reigning it only for the sake of a salary. While capable of presenting herself as orderly (if only because she needs to live up to the new [RANK HERE] stripes on her sleeve she was and will likely always be a thug. The second deeper layer is that of the Rat. A personification of the mindset she adopted to survive abject poverty and now brutal trench warfare, the Rat is a way to separate herself from her actions. She can slink away to let it run things, sitting out the violence to miserate about it later. The Rat can make snap decisions about what enemy to kill or which wounded comrade to leave behind to die in the fog of war, it takes action where Victoria might hesitate. The true person hiding behind her masks is in all honesty somewhat subdued. She quietly seethes at the existence of the Federation, seeing it as a tyranny run by distant nations happy to sacrifice the citizens of other countries for its own goals and expresses her rage in the form of scathing cartoons she keeps hidden away. She clings to her Oceanic citizenship because its an alternative to the identity of violence she grew up with. Even then she fights not for her country but because she has a daughter to support with her meager paychecks. [/color][/INDENT] [color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]B I O G R A P H Y[/sub][/b] [color=SILVER][INDENT] Victoria was born into a family of poor ranchers on the outskirts of Prairie, Oceania. It was a cattle town originally and its people used to be able to make a decent living selling their livestock. But roughly ten years before her birth the fields had turned fallow and the land was caught in a drought. Once successful ranches soon struggled to feed their own children and more and more beggars began to fill the street. It wasn't very long until people actually began to die of starvation. That was the world Jack and Margret White brought their daughter into, and they regretted it. She was an accident born ten years after her siblings, an unintended existence her parents were not prepared to contend with. With both her mother and father working near constantly either trying to scrape some manner of living out of the dust or performing odd jobs for a bit of extra cash she was largely cared for by her grandmother and three siblings, each ten years her senior. Her two brothers and one sister taught her how to mix a bit of sawdust into flour to stretch it, the best ways to break into abandoned farmsteads to strip away bits of copper to be sold to scrapyards. At night her grandmother made her learn the alphabet and basic math so "some crooked bastard doesn't cheat you." It was a strange education but it was the one she needed to survive. By the time she was ten all of her siblings had left for the cities of Melville, Bridgeton and Devil’s Cairn in search of work, joining an exodus that had been steadily lowering the population of Prairie. By now the famine was mostly over but the damage was done. Prairie was dying, the people that remained only stayed because they had nowhere else to turn. Without her siblings to guide her Victoria fell in with one of the packs of jobless and ambition-less youths roaming the streets. They spent their days throwing bricks through windows and fighting over turf with makeshift clubs constructed of fence-posts and bottles. Her career in crime started off small scale, pickpocketing and committing minor vandalism mostly. Scrawling defamatory slogans across the territory of rival gangs came after, followed by fights both unarmed and armed. By the time she was fourteen her family would have nothing to do with her so she began sleeping on the streets or on a grimy mattress in the shack of some fellow hoodlum. She started drinking and never stopped, getting blackout drunk at parties and late night meet ups. Sometimes she was flirty, other times violent. Once she earned herself a permanent scar when a member of another street gang smashed a bottle against her head. In a drunken rage Victoria stabbed the girl to death. That was when she really started to spiral. Graduating from simple theft to armed robbery, Vicky made her living sticking up travelers on the road and knocking over filling stations. Most of what she earned went right back into cards or liquor, money disappearing as fast as it came in. By fifteen she had ended up in the arms of Charles, a handsome young man four years her senior. He was a smooth talking con-artist that could make money appear as if from nowhere with any number of scam and they ran wild together both outside and in the bedroom. Eventually the inevitable happened: Victoria was pregnant at the age of sixteen. Charles assured her that it would be all right, he would make enough money for them to move deep into the Federation but it never happened. The money they gained was spent on alcohol for her and gambling for him. Three months into her pregnancy and he was gone, disappearing from her life. With nowhere else to turn Victoria begged forgiveness from her family. They brought her back into the fold, not wanting to abandon their daughter (or at least not her child).. Grandma Liz helped her through it, having gotten pregnant herself when she was only twenty years old. Time passed by and after a difficult Elizabeth White was born, named for her great-grandmother. Victoria fell in love with her daughter immediately, but was trapped in the same situation as her own parents. How was she supposed to feed her baby? Her siblings had left to search for work in the cities but that was no guaranteed thing. Ranching was out, she had seen the results of relying on the land. She had no skills except sewing, knitting and street-fighting. The first two could maybe earn her a bit of extra cash here and there but nowhere near enough for her needs. Luckily for her, war was brewing. She signed up the Oceania Expeditionary Force and Victoria the low-rent hood abandoned her tattered pants and shirt for the blue uniform and slouch hat of Private White. She entered boot camp and quickly became friends with the young men and women she would spend her service fighting alongside. The first year of her service was relatively unremarkable until an encounter with an armored car during the siege of Amone wiped out her whole unit. The few survivors were hastily reassigned, Victoria finding herself in the 15th Atlantic Rifles where she survived a gas attack and took part in the final push to take Amone. It was during that push where she earned her lance corporal stripe, finding a copy of the Imperial defense plans and turning them over to her superiors. Bestowed with a modicum of responsibility and a miniscule increase in pay to match Victoria settled in for a long winter. [/INDENT][/color] [color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]P O T E N T I A L S[/sub][/b] [color=SILVER][INDENT] [color=4F97A3][b][i]Waste Not, Want Not:[/i][/b][/color] A childhood spent scrounging instilled in Victoria a need to reuse as much as she can. This manifests itself in the form of knitting, sewing and scavenging. If something can be repaired or refurbished it will be. Socks get darned, pants get patched, empty bottles and a bit of lamp oil turned into makeshift explosives. She also has a habit of looting, checking the pockets of the dead for trinkets or curios. [color=4F97A3][b][i]Hidden Depths:[/i][/b][/color] Despite little formal schooling and a rough upbringing Vicky has more facets than one might expect. She's a cartoonist in her spare time, filling a journal and the margins of her letters home with doodles or caricatures. She does her best to stay abreast of the news and considers herself well-informed politically. What a shame that people tend to see no more than a violent alcoholic. [color=4F97A3][b][i]Oceanics Before Others:[/i][/b][/color] While the Imperials might have started the war in desperate search for more ragnite the Federation is little better, a conglomerate alliance dominated by the largest nations to the detriment of the smallest. In Vicky's eyes, the only way for Oceania to prosper is to cut itself loose from the lumbering beast that is the Federation. Her love for her country and its identity does not extend to the Federation or the major players within it. This disdain for various governments does not extend to the people under them. Mostly. [color=4F97A3][b][i]Rodent of Unusual Size:[/i][/b][/color] An affection for rats in her childhood progressed to seeing similarities between her and them to what is now a full blown alter ego. The Rat is what Victoria sees herself as when she's digging through pockets or caught in a brawl, a creature that claws and bites and thrashes to get the smallest of scraps. Part stress coping mechanism, infantile need to pass off responsibility, all delusion.[/INDENT][/color] [color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]E Q U I P M E N T[/sub][/b] [color=silver] - [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/643632480825376768/821142727839186985/image0.jpg]Model 1903 Interloper:[/url] The pistol Victoria used during her days as an armed robber, now getting a new lease on life as a sidearm in the trenches. - [url=https://blog.atthefront.com/g_images/gear/KPS_main.jpg]E-Tool:[/url] Sharpened so that it can serve as both an axe and a shovel the E-Tool is handy both for building fortifications and attack them - [url=https://i.redd.it/nok6vehgbws21.jpg]Longfield Carbine:[/url] Standard issue for shocktroopers. Shorter than the standard rifle with a faster firing rate and a bayonet attached for spearing things. - [url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/fd/N%C2%B05-MkII_N%C2%B023-MkII_N%C2%B036-MkI.jpg/300px-N%C2%B05-MkII_N%C2%B023-MkII_N%C2%B036-MkI.jpg]Shrapnel-Ragnite Bombs:[/url] Clear trenches and buildings with the pull of a pin. - Pack Rat's Backpack: A collection of her needles, thread, handsaw, trinkets, tobacco, alcohol, ammo and all the other bits and pieces she picks up. - [url=https://imgur.com/a/f3Xmm3a]Stormtrooper Armor:[/url]The standard stormtrooper armor with a bit of extra padding added by Victoria herself. - [url=https://imgur.com/a/WtYLGv4]Slouch Hat:[/url] Once belonged to Thomas Carter, worn in place of a helmet and kept pinned up in the traditional style.[/color] [color=4F97A3][/color][b][sub]A F F I L I A T I O N S[/sub][/b] [color=SILVER][INDENT] - [color=4F97A3]Jack White[/color] (Father) - [color=4F97A3]Margaret White[/color] (Mother) - [color=4F97A3] Liz Dawson[/color] (Grandmother) - [color=4F97A3] Elizabeth White[/color] (Daughter) - [color=4F97A3]John, Edward, and Mary White [/color] (Siblings, all 28) - [color=4F97A3]Charles Blake [/color] (Worthless Bastard)[/INDENT][/color] [color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]R E L A T I O N S[/sub][/b] [color=Silver][INDENT] -[color=4F97A3]Jean-Robin Charpentiar:[/color] Either a coward or a fool, Jean is certainly not cut out for leadership. Victoria doesn't blame him for being unable to treat the now deceased Thomas Carter, she blames him for his failure to take action under fire. -[color=4F97A3]Alexander-John Middleton:[/color] He's an bastard but so are most officers. What little interaction she's had with him confirmed that he's just like any other Federation bigwig: high off his own fumes and ready to throw people into the meatgrinder. -[color=4F97A3]Diana:[/color] A drunken fling from Amone before the place was gassed to hell. She's cute, short, a lightweight and easily embarrassed, all things that Victoria is not. Perhaps that was the reason they were drawn together. In all honesty the specifics where pretty much forgotten during the chaos of the battle but they did have a nice talk about Elizabeth so there's that.[/indent][/color] [/hider]