Xandrya

𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟: ℝ𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖

Kara

She was stopped dead in her tracks by what could have passed off as an accusatory finger pointed at her. Thus far, Kara had kept her head down, shuffling through the large masses of crowds quickly and efficiently as to avoid conflict. But now she had been singled out, and so she aimed for the most neutral response she could offer, as was previously briefed during the new hire orientation.

"There could be something, or there could not," she cocked her head to the side just the slightest, her eyes trained on the stranger for a moment. Kara's voice was loud enough for the woman and those in the vicinity to hear; but beyond that, it was drowned out by their surroundings. "We don't—"

"It's—it's a risk." She turned to the younger man in response. "It's a possible risk." With a shrug of her shoulders, she offered a sympathetic smile and backed up a few steps before turning around to walk away in any other direction. Traveling between home and work, Kara was always mindful of how she presented herself in public. With tensions rising as of late, at least as far back as when she was starting out with this new job, it was of utmost importance to portray herself in a positive light. And now, well, it was nothing but chaos.

Kara decided not to go to work, at least not yet. She was but five minutes away but to go now would be problematic. Who knows how unpredictable and wild the behavior of the crowd was right outside of those streets...and it was best to avoid finding out. Her mother was right to an extent, unfortunately, and God did she hate that. Well, hate was a strong word, but Kara wasn't a fan of these "I told you so" moments that occurred on occasion. Needless to say, dinner would be cancelled that evening.

Going to work wasn't an option, but neither was going home. Kara ushered herself through the crowd and into a diner far away enough. Plenty more quiet with only some customers and also some other people whose purpose for being there wasn't quiet clear. After asking for permission to use their line, she dialed her supervisor.

"Good morning, it's Kara. I will be running late today."

"The protests? Yes, we've seen them. You can come in, we've got the best security detail right outside the doors."

There was a brief pause. She had the option of speaking up, but Kara wasn't anywhere near as comfortable having that type of conversation with her supervisor. "Oh. Okay, I shouldn't be long then."

Great, she thought to herself. There'd been reports of people left within inches of death, all over mere disagreements as to what was on the surface. "I'm right, you're wrong." Rinse, repeat. Personally, Kara was not the type that was curious enough to advocate for someone attempting to breach the surface. Sure, she had her own doubts, but the risk was too great to even entertain the idea. She began making her way back, once more trying to remain invisible. It seemed that there was a never-ending wave of unrest and angry voices, at least as far as she could make out.

Not 10 minutes passed and she was within steps of finally being behind secured doors when she accidentally bumped into someone from the crowd, a bit too hard at that, making them stumble forward. "I'm sorry!" she shouted to no avail. She had walked with such urgency that she hadn't noticed how much thicker and louder the crowd had grown.

𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟: ℝ𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖

Kara

Kara was only starting her day, slicing a few fruits to add to her breakfast menu when her mother rung her up, her voice unnecessarily urgent.

"Please tell me you've seen the broadcast?"

"Good morning to you too, mom."

"Kara!"

"Yes, I saw it; part of it at least. I'm good, why wouldn't I be? I'm sure if there was something to be worried about, I would've already been alerted." She placed the knife down, licking a bit of juice from her thumb as to not wipe it off on her clothes. "You worry too much—"

"This isn't a joke!

"No, I know! It's just..." Kara stopped herself. They've had this very same argument before. Her mother, to compensate for the lack of a father figure for both of her children, had taken on the role and then some. It was suffocating, especially since Kara was well into adulthood at this point. "It's just that you don't need any more stress in your life, mom." Even though that much was true, Kara couldn't be honest with her mother. She really wanted to say "You're overbearing and you're only harming yourself" but that was too harsh and she was afraid it would damage their relationship in one way or another.

She was met with silence and so she continued. "I know you want me to have another job, but I enjoy mine. And today I have to go in and complete some reports..." She heard a sigh from the other end of the line, "...but, what do you say we do dinner tonight? You two can come over and I'll make you something nice."

"Well, I guess we can make it..."

She was reluctant, which was expected. Her mother liked to avoid trouble, and if people were taking to the streets, then going out, in her eyes, wasn't the best idea.

"Okay, let me rephrase that. If there aren't any major crowds out there, would you two come over?"

"Sure. Yeah, sure, we'll go."

Alas, her spirits were lifted, or at least that's what it sounded like. Kara remained on the line for a few more minutes before ending the call with her mother. She would go on to finish her morning routine before heading to work, unsure of what the day would bring.

𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟: ℝ𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖

Still here! Posting probably tomorrow just because today is my Monday and it's busy busy.

Project Nightingale: A Cold War Special Operations RP

Arriving at the location she’d been instructed to report, her gaze studied some of the intricate details of the large structure. Impressive. That was the one word that came to mind as she made her way inside. Each footstep she took echoed off the walls, the half-inch heels making her presence known to whoever happened to be nearby.

A short while later and she was just outside of the briefing room, the slightly ajar door welcoming her. With a light knock, she opened the door enough to let herself in.

“Sir—“ she started off, getting ahead of herself before noticing the other body in the room. “Gentlemen, good evening.” With a quick nod, she made her way to them. The young woman wasn’t one for words, especially around people she’d never met before. Anna adjusted the shoulder strap of her bag. She’d been told to pack light, and she did, carrying only work-essential items. “I apologize in advance if I interrupted either of you."

Project Nightingale: A Cold War Special Operations RP

Looking forward to it!

Project Nightingale: A Cold War Special Operations RP

Squirrel

Name: Anna Rodriguez, "Squirrel"
Nationality: US
Age: 27
Rank/Position: Corporal, Linguist
Appearance: Slightly tall for a woman, measuring at a height of 5'10, she stands eye-to-eye with the majority of men. Her brown eyes are unremarkable, and her brown hair falls down to her midback. She is slim but toned from years of training.
Backstory: Born and raised in America to a Spaniard father and an Italian mother, Anna was multilingual from a young age. Aside from English, she also speaks Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, French, and Russian. Those well above her ranks were always aware of her abilities, and she was recruited from her Army intel job for Nightingale out of the blue. She's also extremely proficient in hand-to-hand combat and self-defense.
Personality: Humble and mostly reserved, though she welcomes social interactions. At times an over-thinker, and this quirk has led her to second guess herself numerous times. She can, however, pass herself off in any role she needs to.

2. Attributes:
Strength: 2
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 4
Charisma: 4
Endurance: 3
Willpower: 4

3. Skills (Rated 0-5, 0 meaning untrained, 5 meaning expert):
Firearms: 3
Close Combat: 5
Demolitions: 1
Stealth: 4
Survival: 3
Medical: 2
Languages: 5 - Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, and French; 4 - Russian
Electronics: 2
Driving: 2
Pilot: 0
Interrogation: 3
Deception: 4
Investigation: 3
Protocol: 2

4. Equipment:
Standard Issue: Army fatigues, AMT Hardballer, Buck 110 folding knife (personally acquired), first-aid/survival kit.
Specialized Gear: Multiple disguises, a lockpick, voice scrambler, listening device.
Personal Items: A ring given to her by her husband (deceased).

5. Contacts:
Denise is her best friend and back in the states, she was her Lieutenant (their friendship formed years prior to Anna becoming an officer). Given her intelligence role, Denise is as valuable of an asset as they come.

Project Nightingale: A Cold War Special Operations RP

For your consideration:

Name: Anna Rodriguez, "Squirrel"
Nationality: US
Age: 27
Rank/Position: Corporal, Linguist
Appearance: Slightly tall for a woman, measuring at a height of 5'10, she stands eye-to-eye with the majority of men. Her brown eyes are unremarkable, and her brown hair falls down to her midback. She is slim but toned from years of training.
Backstory: Born and raised in America to a Spaniard father and an Italian mother, Anna was multilingual from a young age. Aside from English, she also speaks Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, French, and Russian. Those well above her ranks were always aware of her abilities, and she was recruited from her Army intel job for Nightingale out of the blue. She's also extremely proficient in hand-to-hand combat and self-defense.
Personality: Humble and mostly reserved, though she welcomes social interactions. At times an over-thinker, and this quirk has led her to second guess herself numerous times. She can, however, pass herself off in any role she needs to.

2. Attributes:
Strength: 2
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 4
Charisma: 4
Endurance: 3
Willpower: 4

3. Skills (Rated 0-5, 0 meaning untrained, 5 meaning expert):
Firearms: 3
Close Combat: 5
Demolitions: 1
Stealth: 4
Survival: 3
Medical: 2
Languages: 5 - Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, and French; 4 - Russian
Electronics: 2
Driving: 2
Pilot: 0
Interrogation: 3
Deception: 4
Investigation: 3
Protocol: 2

4. Equipment:
Standard Issue: Army fatigues, AMT Hardballer, Buck 110 folding knife (personally acquired), first-aid/survival kit.
Specialized Gear: Multiple disguises, a lockpick, voice scrambler, listening device.
Personal Items: A ring given to her by her husband (deceased).

5. Contacts:
Denise is her best friend and back in the states, she was her Lieutenant (their friendship formed years prior to Anna becoming an officer). Given her intelligence role, Denise is as valuable of an asset as they come.

𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟: ℝ𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖

Name: Kara Voss

Age: 25

Physical Description & Reference: Kara stands at 5'5 and weighs approximately 130 lbs. Her naturally blonde hair falls down to her lower back, opting to more often than not leaving it loose. She has hazel eyes that every so often lighten for a small period of time, though it isn't noticeable unless one is staring directly at them. She has a slightly toned figure from the few years of training she's had. Other than that, there are no distinguishable marks or features.

Reference

Status: Research Assistant. After filling out multiple NDAs and additional paperwork, amongst other requirements, Kara was hired as a research assistant for a scientist from the Council. She's employed within the biology department but was advised that the less she knows, the better. Prior to her start, Kara was made aware that there is a senior research assistant she directly reports to, and has only met their actual researcher once before. It's been about 6 months she's been in her current position.

Backstory: Born and raised in Qona, Kara was the Voss' family first child. Her father, a healthcare provider, worked long hours to keep the family well and fed. They lived comfortably because of his efforts, and a decade later, Kara's brother was born. Everything was fine up until the time Kara turned 12. Her father's health took a dive, leaving him bedridden for some months before his untimely passing. This shook the family, who now had to find a way to make ends meet.

Despite the rough start into her adolescent years, Kara took it upon herself to find work that earned some income and didn't interfere too much with her schooling. The days were long and she was tired, but it did help the family as they managed to stay afloat. With that said, the busy schedule took a toll on her social life as Kara didn't have the time to just be the every day kid with friends and a hobby. However, once she finished school, she was able to plan out her life a little better.

Deciding to stay close to the line of work her father was involved in, she went on to pursue her specialty while simultaneously caring for her own body as well. Initially, it was the basic exercises, but given the stories she'd heard, Kara wanted to be prepared. For about a year and a half, she also focused on self-defense, that which inspired her brother to plan out a similar path for himself.

Kara recently moved out of the family's downgraded home and is living on her own.

𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟: ℝ𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖

Name: Kara Voss

Age: 25

Physical Description & Reference: Kara stands at 5'5 and weighs approximately 130 lbs. Her naturally blonde hair falls down to her lower back, opting to more often than not leaving it loose. She has hazel eyes that every so often lighten for a small period of time, though it isn't noticeable unless one is staring directly at them. She has a slightly toned figure from the few years of training she's had. Other than that, there are no distinguishable marks or features.

Reference

Status: Research Assistant. After filling out multiple NDAs and additional paperwork, amongst other requirements, Kara was hired as a research assistant for a scientist from the Council. She's employed within the biology department but was advised that the less she knows, the better. Prior to her start, Kara was made aware that there is a senior research assistant she directly reports to, and has only met their actual researcher once before. It's been about 6 months she's been in her current position.

Backstory: Born and raised in Qona, Kara was the Voss' family first child. Her father, a healthcare provider, worked long hours to keep the family well and fed. They lived comfortably because of his efforts, and a decade later, Kara's brother was born. Everything was fine up until the time Kara turned 12. Her father's health took a dive, leaving him bedridden for some months before his untimely passing. This shook the family, who now had to find a way to make ends meet.

Despite the rough start into her adolescent years, Kara took it upon herself to find work that earned some income and didn't interfere too much with her schooling. The days were long and she was tired, but it did help the family as they managed to stay afloat. With that said, the busy schedule took a toll on her social life as Kara didn't have the time to just be the every day kid with friends and a hobby. However, once she finished school, she was able to plan out her life a little better.

Deciding to stay close to the line of work her father was involved in, she went on to pursue her specialty while simultaneously caring for her own body as well. Initially, it was the basic exercises, but given the stories she'd heard, Kara wanted to be prepared. For about a year and a half, she also focused on self-defense, that which inspired her brother to plan out a similar path for himself.

Kara recently moved out of the family's downgraded home and is living on her own.

𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟: ℝ𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖

Post coming up in the morning!