Name: Anfisa Borislav
Age: 14
Godly Parent:
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Puberty. Who knows/cares.
Mortal Parent: (Depends on gender of god parent)
(If god is Female) Dmitiri Borislav - Doctor
(If god is Male) Elena Borislav - Doctor
Either way, they're dead now. Have been for a while.
Description: Very pale skin with a few finger-tip scars. She has bright, unnervingly unblinking blue eyes and the sharp features of the malnourished. Solid and wirey in form, she moves with very little grace, pure function. Her hair used to be a silvery blonde, but she's never managed to wash all of the blood out of it. (Will draw later). She came in clad in tattered makeshift armor, sopping wet clothes, covered in blood and partially iced over. Clutching what she could fish out of the river of her medical supplies and a few token body parts from which she'd made a raft to escape. She is unaware she's still holding them.
(Basically...)
(She cleans up better than that.)
Years at camp: Just arriving
Summer or Full Year: Full year
Personality: Singularly, but wistfully driven, she's not very good with words anymore. Has a fascination with life and death, and has an aura of intensity/wrongness. Tends to stare with varied expressions at items for a long time.
Skills: Extreme accuracy (not in combat) and knowledge (and inclination) of how to destroy a body from the inside out.
Weapon(s) of Choice: Likes claymores, never owned one. More likely to punch in throat at first.
Likes: Startling people, zombies, recycled goods, efficiency
Fears: Slipping back in to the nurturing role, being the reason of failure.
History:
Home town: Extremely rural area in Canada that her great grandparents moved to.
Age 1-10: Training under parent in medical knowledge
Age 10-11: Recovering from death of parent, trying to keep small village healthy. Failing.
Age 11-12: Left the town after being blamed for every disease she failed to contain to practice her arts in combat.Stowed away on the first military plane she could find. Practiced her arts in impoverished war-riddenareas under the tutelage of the surgeons that volunteered there.
Age 13-14: Joined a platoon as a field medic with the locals she'd been helping. They were ambushed, and while she did stay out of fire, she couldn't fix a single one of her comrades fast enough. Eventually woke up in either a hallucination, regular river, or the river Styx. Escaped Styx/Hallucination to be hounded by monsters she still felt she was hallucinating while suffering a severe identity of crisis. Stumbled in to camp immediately after escaping hallucination/underworld
Other Information: Keres (first option), Asclepius, Thanatos, Eris, Enyo, Nemisis, Ares.
How her doctoring was sabotaged will probably be dependent on the god/goddess that chooses her.
Age: 14
Godly Parent:
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Puberty. Who knows/cares.
Mortal Parent: (Depends on gender of god parent)
(If god is Female) Dmitiri Borislav - Doctor
(If god is Male) Elena Borislav - Doctor
Either way, they're dead now. Have been for a while.
Description: Very pale skin with a few finger-tip scars. She has bright, unnervingly unblinking blue eyes and the sharp features of the malnourished. Solid and wirey in form, she moves with very little grace, pure function. Her hair used to be a silvery blonde, but she's never managed to wash all of the blood out of it. (Will draw later). She came in clad in tattered makeshift armor, sopping wet clothes, covered in blood and partially iced over. Clutching what she could fish out of the river of her medical supplies and a few token body parts from which she'd made a raft to escape. She is unaware she's still holding them.
(Basically...)
(She cleans up better than that.)
Years at camp: Just arriving
Summer or Full Year: Full year
Personality: Singularly, but wistfully driven, she's not very good with words anymore. Has a fascination with life and death, and has an aura of intensity/wrongness. Tends to stare with varied expressions at items for a long time.
Skills: Extreme accuracy (not in combat) and knowledge (and inclination) of how to destroy a body from the inside out.
Weapon(s) of Choice: Likes claymores, never owned one. More likely to punch in throat at first.
Likes: Startling people, zombies, recycled goods, efficiency
Fears: Slipping back in to the nurturing role, being the reason of failure.
History:
Home town: Extremely rural area in Canada that her great grandparents moved to.
Age 1-10: Training under parent in medical knowledge
Age 10-11: Recovering from death of parent, trying to keep small village healthy. Failing.
Age 11-12: Left the town after being blamed for every disease she failed to contain to practice her arts in combat.Stowed away on the first military plane she could find. Practiced her arts in impoverished war-riddenareas under the tutelage of the surgeons that volunteered there.
Age 13-14: Joined a platoon as a field medic with the locals she'd been helping. They were ambushed, and while she did stay out of fire, she couldn't fix a single one of her comrades fast enough. Eventually woke up in either a hallucination, regular river, or the river Styx. Escaped Styx/Hallucination to be hounded by monsters she still felt she was hallucinating while suffering a severe identity of crisis. Stumbled in to camp immediately after escaping hallucination/underworld
Other Information: Keres (first option), Asclepius, Thanatos, Eris, Enyo, Nemisis, Ares.
How her doctoring was sabotaged will probably be dependent on the god/goddess that chooses her.
