Name: Glashya Katukov
Aliases: Katushya / Katyia / Kat
Age: 28
Birthday: November 1st
Gender: Female
Blood Type: A+
Height: 162 cm
Weight: 51 kg
Build: Lean and Petite
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Light
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:Personal Style: Katya tends to dress in many light layers with varying degrees of cleanliness, partially out of modesty, but mostly for temprature-control and ease of changing appearance. The drawback to this habit is that she's always left carrying many of these discarded layers with her on prolonged trips. Often these end up as a mess pile on the floor of her Frame.
Stubborn * Resserved * Methodical * Booksmart * Pessimistic
Sexuality: N/A
Relationship Status: Crabby hermit-crab
Personality: Abrubt, quick to complain, quick to suggest, no filter when angered or disturbed.
Habits: Will sometimes live for
months at a time in her Frame if Viv forgets to pry her out with a crowbar after a mission.
Hobbies: Often seen practicing martial-arts, beating on punching-bags, or hitting one of the shooting-ranges when funds, time, and ammunition permits it.
Fears: That everything she cares about will be taken from her in a single moment of being blindsided, that she is being decieved and lied to and led astray.
Likes:-Peace and quiet
-Books
-Discussing frames
-When a plan comes together
Dislikes: -Leroy Jenkins
-Interruptions
-Braggarts
General Skills:Positional warfare and infiltration. She understands that getting to the best ground first is often half the battle, the other half is getting to it unseen. She is particularily good at finding routes for their mechs to close with the enemy undetected.
Even more sneaky when not inside a Frame.
Inventory/Possessions:-
A compact belt-fed .30 cal loaded with a long belt of armor-piercing.
-Spotting scope/GTLD. (UV/IR/Thermal with laser rangefinder, 20-60x magnification)
-Clothes, on floor of her Frame
-A few grease stains
-About a quarter dozen anti-tank grenades...
somewhere...
Years of Combat Experience: 4
Background: A former Martian freedom-fighter her unit was issued with second-hand FRAMES after the PU was already well-equipped to deal with the threat. Constant supply-problems and frequent breakdowns from skating across blood-red sand-dunes meant her squad operated under-strength in guerilla-warfare, often the pilots functioned as light infantry while the few remaining FRAMES provided much-needed fire-support to their guerrilla campaign.
On more than one occasion, civilian-FRAMES were pressed into service either just to keep a few more frames running, or retained simply because their smaller size was better suited to the sort of operations they conducted. It was during these times Glashya's mannerisms became compared to that of a stray alleycat, the moniker stuck. That, and her unit's tendancy to rig-up impressive improvised rocket-barrages to soften-up the ITA garrisons before a raid.
When the war ended, their independence secured, there was a massive draw-down and disarmament of their forces as the colonists focused its resources on rebuilding and caring for their war-torn people, an act that quickly highlighted the difference between the colonists and the ITA imperiralists. Glashya's unit was one of the first to be scrapped, handing in many of their converted FRAMES for economic development, while nearly all their best FRAMES ended up being conglomerated into a single centralized unit under the ITA paramilitary.
Angered by her new vestigial purpose in the military, sitting behind a desk, she quit and stole an ungaurded surplus FRAME and hit the mercenary-market to settle some old scores.
Character Quote: "... Saw that coming."
Theme Song: Night Shine, Overwatch remix(Alt: New Divide)
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