Name: Alisa Sokolov
Age: Around 15/16, but is short for her age. Whenever asked, she replies "Eighteen" with a hint of sarcasm.
Appearance: If you can imagine it, picture the kid wearing a light brown winter coat with a soviet pin on it, as she doesn't get a uniform.
Background: Alisa is one of many of Russia's children caught up in the war. The rest of her family was killed when the Germans began to bomb the motherland. Needless to say her heart was broken by this, and unusually for her age and gender, the girl was confident enough to take up arms against the invaders. For revenge, and because there wasn't anything left anyway - who cared if some stupid child went and got killed for their country? All the young men were doing it, and some of the women too! With nobody left to guide her away from the path of carnage, a teenager went to war; nobody even knew she was there most of the time.
It didn't take her long to figure out that her childish decision fueled by anger and hatred was
entirely the wrong one. Total war was nothing like she'd imagined it to be. As fortune would have it, Alisa miraculously survived encounters with the enemy soldiers during the initial stages of the battle. Being small really sent her survival chances skyrocketing! She could run faster than her lumbering comrades, fit into tight spaces and move as quietly as a mouse when it was called for. Firefights were intense from the first bullet fired, so avoiding those became a priority of Alisa's - she couldn't even peer over cover to shoot back in fear of her life being cut short, but hadn't she already accepted death, come to terms with it all? Fear played a role in keeping her alive.
It turned out that communication was lacking in the Red Army structure, not because people weren't sociable, it was because the damnable phone lines and cables kept getting shelled to shreds. Word had to get around, either from the other end of a telephone or by personal delivery. After being picked out by an old Commissar for her odd difference to the regular soldiers, Alisa's new job was rushing letters or verbal messages around the front lines and between outposts.. if they didn't have a radio or a telephone, anyway. Between snipers, mines, stray patrols and machine gun nests, being a courier in Stalingrad wasn't the safest job. Somebody had to do it though, and if not Alisa, then they'd probably be sending the wrong people for it...
Unit: Local Resistance
Role: Messenger/Runner
Equipment::: M38 Mosin-Nagant Carbine, which has a single tally line etched into it - one kill.
:: A Courier's Bag for messages, and any useful items she might come across. In here she has a roll of bandages, and a compass.
:: A scope, but she can't attach it to her rifle as it isn't supposed to fix onto anything. It's merely a tool for recon.
Rank: Partisan
