NAME: “Catherine” or “Katarina”. (Catherine Voss)
AGE: 28
SEX: “I don’t see a cock between my legs… Do you?”
NICKNAME: “Baba Yaga” or Bogeywoman/Witch in English.
DESCRIPTION:
(Images of her younger days as a hitwoman, when she actually gave a damn about looking good while kicking ass, and before all the scars.)
Catherine is young brunette lady with enough scars on both her face and body to make a Russian Hardman throw some warrior’s respect her way. And there are too many of them to count. Though if you ask her about each one, be prepared for one hell of story. If she’s in the mood to tell it anyway.
The most prominent scar is the one that runs from her left eyebrow and down to her chin, where a certain mobster ran her face through with a bowie knife, which is now hers, taking claim to it after she decapitated him with said blade.
She is about 5 foot 10 with relatively healthy looking hourglass physique. A nice mix between healthy body fat and musculature. Her long black hair (and most of the time stringy and greasy) accentuates her blue eyes, and the heavy bags below them. She constantly looks like she has been on a massive drinking binge due to her painkiller addiction (watered down with a massive dose of Jack Daniels). So for a 28 year old, she looks a bit of a train wreck.
Her experiences have weathered her far beyond her age in such a way that her voice became a sort of raspy growl, and her movements seem more masculine than feminine.
Not really attractive, is it?
PERSONALITY: Catherine isn't exactly a happy lady, but not an unhappy one either. Just cynical, with a sprinkle of smartass for seasoning, sass as filling, and a mostly bored expression as the cherry on top of the shit tasting cake that is her sarcastic personality that tends to wind people up. It pisses off the socialites the most, as if she was pissing on their shoes.
Though don’t mistake her for being quiet. She will spew some words that will make your face look like you just tasted fresh cow pack, only if you wind her up or give her some sass. She loves changing people’s moods from happy to sudden red hot rage in seconds. Working among mobsters and Godfathers who think they own it all has made pissing such people off a form of entertainment for her.
As far as being on her good side, it’s actually quite easy. Battle her sass with more sass, blindside her with a clever insult or two. That’s all it takes, a simple verbal challenge. Who knows what might happen? You might become sass buddies.
Now when it comes to business, she is a different person. Her personality changes, as if someone flicked a switch. She is focused in a firefight, to the point where her perception, despite her physical state, escalates drastically. And when dealing with people, she double thinks everything before opening her mouth. Sass during business deals and ventures is not necessary. Even less necessary when on the job with other co-workers.
She also follows a single criminal code of honor. Never conduct business on neutral ground.
When it comes to actual combat, upon observing her in action, a trained soldier will notice her unique style. She holds her handguns and rifles sideways, and uses her handguns as close quarters finishers rather than as ranged weapons, executing enemies with point black shots with swift efficiency. Her style is completely tailored towards cramped areas where she is surrounded by multiple individuals where there is barely any room to move. Making her perfect for urban combat, especially in buildings.
Her style is very crude however, and has more of a criminal discipline, than a military one, and it’s very noticeable.
ATTIRE: She sticks to a black BDU Shirt as well as black BDU Cargo Pants. Keeping her attire simple and loose to not restrain her movement. Couple that with a light tactical belt for holding ammunition and her Kriss Vector just above her hip, and shoulder holsters for her custom built handguns. Also let’s not forget the other belt holster for her massive bowie knife.
WEAPONS OF CHOICE:Pain and Agony:
Pain and Agony are custom built masterpieces that have buried more bodies in the streets of New York and Chicago than any other weapon that has been confiscated by the respective Law Enforcement Departments.
The Colt M2011A1 (Pain) has an inbuilt laser pointer, and a custom automatic slide, giving the weapon full auto capabilities, married with an extended magazine that gives the weapon an extra 5 shots (12 round box magazine) of .45 ACP ammunition. Creating a devastating CQB weapon.
The Desert Eagle Mark XIX (Agony) is mostly stock in performance apart from the extended magazine (10 round box magazine, .50 AE ammo) scope rail, custom grip and chrome finish. Great choice for those pesky mongrels in body armor.
Kriss Vector CRB/SO:
1500 rounds to the face in a minute. This little carbine submachine gun made in the US of fuckin’ A for special forces operatives is a hate letter to tight corridors and small rooms. It has an effective range of 45 meters and a box magazine that holds 25 .45 ACP rounds, making room clearing a breeze. She also has a detachable silencer should stealth (though not really her forte) be a necessity.
Becker & KA-BAR Combat Bowie:
When Catherine pulls out this 9 and ¼ inch piece of steel, you know you’re in for some shit.
This thing nearly cleaved her head in half with its razor sharp blade when she fought the renowned Butcher (Ivan Regavitch), a famous hitman who made his name with that knife alone, in a bloody hand to hand fight that resulted in his head severed from his body, and the Witch covered in more stab wounds than ever before, and a nice, ghastly facial scar to boot. The weapon isn't really practical though when she needs to be fast with her slashes.
Accompanying the sheath of the blade, is a much smaller knife. One that she uses much more often for quicker strikes.
If she had to pick a weapon when off duty, it would be the Colt M2011A1.
MUGGING: Catherine would stare the man down and ask: “Are you sure you want to do this…?” Before pulling out her Colt and knee capping him.
BIOGRAPHY: Before joining the Dreadnaughts, she was a hitwoman. A well-known one that people feared and respected. No! Not the kind that did that pussy ninja shite. One that fought with vicious brutality when close, and fancy foot work and gunplay when she had a pistol in hand. And getting close to her in a fight was always a bad idea. She’s also one hell of cheater. Expect low blows.
How did she get so well-known on the east coast you ask? She killed people, very important people, for other cold-hearted and calculated individuals with money to spend, and boy did they need money. She was expensive, but well worth the price, despite the mess she made in the end.
Her life was simple. A city girl who lived a boring and dull city life among other people, until October the 28th, 2005. Chicago. 18 year old Catherine Voss goes on a walk alone after the news of the death of her parents was passed down to her over the phone 32 minutes earlier, to help her grieve in silence, where a group of men approach her in a dark street. Their intentions are pretty clear here, I’m sure. But you would be surprised to hear the outcome.
They died, all three.
How? She stabbed them. During the attempted act of mugging, as she struggled on the ground she swiped a knife from the one of the guy’s ankle bracelets, and stabed the guy on top in the temple of his skull, killing him instantly. She then stabbed another in the foot, and as he knelt down, slammed the knife in his neck. Then struggled with the last man before stabbing him 47 times in a fit of panic and shock. She got off lucky. The blood stains on the clothes would wash off, but the mental stains of killing a living being would stay there for a good long while.
But someone bore witness to it all. A man named Sergey Basonov, a “Cleaner” in the Russian Syndicate that operated in Chicago. Seeing potential in the young thing, during her desperate time of need, he conveniently arrived to provide her with a way out. That’s when her life speed towards the empty void of assassination. This is where she made her name as the best cleaner around, as well as pushed her down the path of painkiller addiction. You can only get shot and stabbed so many times before painkillers not only make your wounds numb, but also your emotional issues. Eventually, she was capable enough where she was hired to clean out the cleaners.
However, she pissed off someone very influential. She killed someone she wasn't supposed to. One thing led to another, and it all became incredibly complicated. Involving a lot of assassins from all parts of the world, looking for her head and a hefty paycheck of 5 million greens. Nowhere was safe, and she had to make herself disappear.
By pulling a few strings and speaking with a few old contacts, she vanished off the east coast and the radar of other bounty hunters.
TALENTS: As a younger teen, she played an electric guitar in a band. Now-a-days, she plays to calm down when the painkillers don’t do the job. She can also dislocate her thumbs, giving her hands some wriggle room if she ever gets captured and cuffed, and contort her limbs in a grotesque fashion to escape grapples.
ROLE: Fast Response Operative. Front line infantry - CQB. Her capabilities revolve around short ranged to close quarters combat. She excels in tight spaces with little room to maneuver, interiors of buildings and areas that have plenty of cover. She will need to rely on her teammates to provide covering fire for her to reach her effective range, however.
OTHER: Severe addiction to painkillers. She gets the shakes when she hasn’t popped some pills, throwing off her aim and concentration. Can only happen once during a combat situation at a random time. (Roll constitution + d20 check every turn until the debuff is achieved. Base success value to avoid debuff: 17. Debuff: Character loses -2 to Dexterity, Strength and Intelligence and -2 for Check Rolls until Painkillers or Morphine have been administered. Time to administer drugs: 1 full turn. Next turn character suffers only a -1 loss in associated attributes and Check Rolls. The turn after character recovers fully.)
I LIKE: Painkillers, lots of them. Alcohol to wash them down with. Morphine is good too. Large crowds. The heat of a good fight. Clever insults.
I DISLIKE: People who think they own the place. Being underestimated. Losing. Looking at herself in the mirror. Assholes (Not the literal thing, she means people). Her addiction to Opioids, like Morphine and Buprenorphine, mainly the side effects of not taking them, such as chronic pains and micro-seizures. Missing more than 3 shots. Hangovers.
ATTRIBUTES:Strength 3 (Her strength is quite average in a military, rivaling that of a regular, decently trained female combatant)
Dexterity 6 (Her agility and flexibility is what she is known for, capable of quickly blocking and dodging strikes, hastily passing over dynamic urban terrain and contorting her limbs in a very unpleasant to witness way)
Constitution 3 (Once upon a time she had the health of an athlete. These days, thanks to the Opioids, her health has deteriorated into that of an average joe)
Wisdom 2 (Her general knowledge is lacking on several topics, military or otherwise)
Intelligence 3 (Relatively clever when it comes to planning a raid against thugs and gangsters. Not so clever when it comes to fooling trained operatives)
Charisma 2 (She is the opposite of a silver tongue. More like a rotten one. She obtained obedient contacts not through words, but force)
SPECIALIZATION:CQB Combat: MCMAP equivalent hand to hand variant.
Catherine can turn any handgun into close quarters weapon of point blank execution. Making her very deadly in close quarters with a pistol in hand. Utilizing throws to temporarily incapacitate the hostile before executing them with a double tap. Without a handgun in hand, her hand-to-hand capabilities are quite different, lacking in finesse as she fights more akin to a brutish yet quick kick-boxer, with occasional MMA-esque throws and grapples.
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