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.........................» Lexxy “Downpour” Rusakova 
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I prefer to be called Lex
I'm Female
I was born 21 years ago
My hair color is black.
My eyes are ice blue.
I hail from Omsk, Russia.
I fight for P.A.C
Secrets Known Only to Me
Since her mother died at birth, Lex ended up being raised by her dad and her three stepbrothers, and occasionally her dad’s ex-wife. Her dad taught her to defend herself, and her brothers constantly tested her skills, showing no mercy when they could get a grip on her. On off days, Lexxy would go to sleep with a black eye and a blue body, while on good days, her brothers felt like a tank had run them over. And that was how life went for Lex from when she was four to when she was thirteen. One night, her brothers got too rough. Her dad was out late working, and the guys had ended up getting drunk while helping the oldest through a tough breakup with his girlfriend of a year and a half. Lex defended herself as best she could, but even the youngest boy was twice the size of her. And they didn’t seem to feel pain. They beat her to where she felt like collapsing before they left her alone and passed out on the floor. Somehow, thirteen-year-old Lexxy found the strength to drag herself into the bathroom and dress her wounds before sleeping on the floor of her room, curled into a ball with her door locked. The next day, she had been purple from head to toe with streaks of red on her arms and face. Dad never suspected a thing because Lex’s long-sleeved shirts and jeans covered her body until the bruises faded, and cuts on her face were nothing new. She forgave her brothers, convinced that it hadn’t been them doing it, but the alcohol, but she still wasn’t totally comfortable with them getting close to her. Lex was quick to trust people, but once you lost that trust, it was rare you got it back. For days, she thought about how to keep their hands off her without hurting them- at least, not permanently. Then came the slingshot. She had found the perfect forked stick for one when she had been lounging in one of the three trees in her backyard, and all she had to do was add a rubber band and big enough rocks before it could be a serious weapon. None of her brothers came close to her when she wielded the slingshot. Why? Because she never missed. Or, it seemed like she never did. That, and rocks hurt. She’d always aim to give the boys dead-legs, which hurt enough for them to stop, giving her enough time to scamper away. Lexxy would practice shooting with cans in her backyard, setting them up on a box and shooting them down as quickly as one, two, three. She kept getting farther and farther away from the target until eventually, shooting the slingshot became second nature. Now, of course she didn’t hit the mark every time, but with she was a pretty damn good shot. Her dad watched her for months doing this before he took her to a gun range, rented a .22 pistol, and taught her how to shoot. Lexxy loved it. It didn’t take long for her to get a grip on guns, and before long, she was one of the best shots her dad had ever seen. And she was only fifteen, too. When her dad took her trap shooting, though, oh man, she fell in love. Lex was a natural, easily shooting ninety percent of the pigeons on her third trip. And so began the beginning of the rest of her life.
Lexxy was a great shot, and she stubborn, stood her ground, and didn’t go down without a fight. Of course she would become a pilot. It’s not like she could just step aside while countries around her waged war. Where’s the fun in that? As soon as she finished most of her education, she ditched Russia’s ‘no fighting’ policy, went to the P.A.C, and dived straight into training. She started out on a Molga and passed the training with flying colors without a problem. Lexxy ended up going through Gun Sniper training easily, and was quickly out on the battlefield with her dinosaur Purple Rain.
...But I Must Warn You:
Lex is stubborn, loyal, and trust-worthy. She never seems to miss small details in both people and her surroundings, which makes it hard to hide anything from her. Part of her attention to detail is that she hates surprises, people sneaking up on her, and being caught off guard. And she’s almost afraid of it. In her household, if you dropped your guard, a fist would become very intimate with your stomach. The only bad thing about paying attention is paying too much attention. She’s constantly getting distracted and having to set herself straight, though once she’s set her mind to a goal, she will reach it, even if it kills her. Lex isn't a very touchy-feely person, and so it's often hard to tell what she's feeling by listening to her. She likes to keep to herself a lot, but she's not necessarily quiet. She just doesn't talk about her feelings.
What I do for my country:
My job is Zoid Pilot
My Zoid is Gun Sniper
My Zoid is painted Purple and light blue.
It's Nickname is: Purple Rain.
I prefer to be called Lex
I'm Female
I was born 21 years ago
My hair color is black.
My eyes are ice blue.
I hail from Omsk, Russia.
I fight for P.A.C
Secrets Known Only to Me
Since her mother died at birth, Lex ended up being raised by her dad and her three stepbrothers, and occasionally her dad’s ex-wife. Her dad taught her to defend herself, and her brothers constantly tested her skills, showing no mercy when they could get a grip on her. On off days, Lexxy would go to sleep with a black eye and a blue body, while on good days, her brothers felt like a tank had run them over. And that was how life went for Lex from when she was four to when she was thirteen. One night, her brothers got too rough. Her dad was out late working, and the guys had ended up getting drunk while helping the oldest through a tough breakup with his girlfriend of a year and a half. Lex defended herself as best she could, but even the youngest boy was twice the size of her. And they didn’t seem to feel pain. They beat her to where she felt like collapsing before they left her alone and passed out on the floor. Somehow, thirteen-year-old Lexxy found the strength to drag herself into the bathroom and dress her wounds before sleeping on the floor of her room, curled into a ball with her door locked. The next day, she had been purple from head to toe with streaks of red on her arms and face. Dad never suspected a thing because Lex’s long-sleeved shirts and jeans covered her body until the bruises faded, and cuts on her face were nothing new. She forgave her brothers, convinced that it hadn’t been them doing it, but the alcohol, but she still wasn’t totally comfortable with them getting close to her. Lex was quick to trust people, but once you lost that trust, it was rare you got it back. For days, she thought about how to keep their hands off her without hurting them- at least, not permanently. Then came the slingshot. She had found the perfect forked stick for one when she had been lounging in one of the three trees in her backyard, and all she had to do was add a rubber band and big enough rocks before it could be a serious weapon. None of her brothers came close to her when she wielded the slingshot. Why? Because she never missed. Or, it seemed like she never did. That, and rocks hurt. She’d always aim to give the boys dead-legs, which hurt enough for them to stop, giving her enough time to scamper away. Lexxy would practice shooting with cans in her backyard, setting them up on a box and shooting them down as quickly as one, two, three. She kept getting farther and farther away from the target until eventually, shooting the slingshot became second nature. Now, of course she didn’t hit the mark every time, but with she was a pretty damn good shot. Her dad watched her for months doing this before he took her to a gun range, rented a .22 pistol, and taught her how to shoot. Lexxy loved it. It didn’t take long for her to get a grip on guns, and before long, she was one of the best shots her dad had ever seen. And she was only fifteen, too. When her dad took her trap shooting, though, oh man, she fell in love. Lex was a natural, easily shooting ninety percent of the pigeons on her third trip. And so began the beginning of the rest of her life.
Lexxy was a great shot, and she stubborn, stood her ground, and didn’t go down without a fight. Of course she would become a pilot. It’s not like she could just step aside while countries around her waged war. Where’s the fun in that? As soon as she finished most of her education, she ditched Russia’s ‘no fighting’ policy, went to the P.A.C, and dived straight into training. She started out on a Molga and passed the training with flying colors without a problem. Lexxy ended up going through Gun Sniper training easily, and was quickly out on the battlefield with her dinosaur Purple Rain.
...But I Must Warn You:
Lex is stubborn, loyal, and trust-worthy. She never seems to miss small details in both people and her surroundings, which makes it hard to hide anything from her. Part of her attention to detail is that she hates surprises, people sneaking up on her, and being caught off guard. And she’s almost afraid of it. In her household, if you dropped your guard, a fist would become very intimate with your stomach. The only bad thing about paying attention is paying too much attention. She’s constantly getting distracted and having to set herself straight, though once she’s set her mind to a goal, she will reach it, even if it kills her. Lex isn't a very touchy-feely person, and so it's often hard to tell what she's feeling by listening to her. She likes to keep to herself a lot, but she's not necessarily quiet. She just doesn't talk about her feelings.
What I do for my country:
My job is Zoid Pilot
My Zoid is Gun Sniper
My Zoid is painted Purple and light blue.
It's Nickname is: Purple Rain.
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