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《Convalescence - A New World 》

I really hate to have broken the norm and have been a bit unorthodox, but I didn't want to hold things back for everyone else as I fought my writer's block over Gregory's character sheet, as that simply wouldn't be fair, so I made a fairly lengthy post to move things along even without the real sheet. I'm really sorry if I slowed things down, I had a very long day today, but I hope to be more punctual in the future. Enjoy the post!

《Convalescence - A New World 》

Gregory "Grisha" Bainbridge

Seattle.

A few years ago, back when Grisha lived on Bainbridge Island, he could see the seaport city from his safe community of people who only fell sick every so often and not nearly all the time as he had seen in some settlements in his later years of pilgrimage, at least, not until the end, when he left, he had dreamed of coming here and seeing its glistening towers. When he was but a boy, those towers shined and shined and seemed to beckon to him. Some people called it the "jet city", due to its history in the old world as a place where one of the greatest plane manufacturers was headquartered and that only excited him more, as he imagined wandering in the concrete jungle, rather than the temperate rain forests typically seen around Washington and definitely on Bainbridge Island, his namesake. Other people called it the "emerald city", citing the green color of the fauna which dotted the city and the surroundings, which Grisha was more than used to.

Today, as he had finally seen the city from a closer distance, entering into its limits for the first time in his life, he was sure of which nickname fitted it more, as the once glistening skyscrapers soared solemnly in the distance, surrounded by the growth of trees, plants, grass, moss and other wildlife, easily visible even from a distance. According to some of the people of the island, Seattle always had many more green areas as compared to many other American cities and to Grisha, it seemed that those green spaces had taken over the entire city. He almost felt a tinge of sorrow that he'd never see the city in its true glory, but had decided to put this romantic idea aside when his home and trusty steed, Ural, had stopped near an industrial zone of the city. Out of fuel, it seemed, as usual. With two of his companions, Joe Fillion and his daughter, Terry, they had set out to find any supplies, items of interest or fuel, leaving Joe Jr., Franklin, Raisa, and the regular crewmen Andy and John in charge of guarding the tank. They had some protection, especially with Joe Jr. there, a much better shooter than himself, Franklin, John, but of roughly equivalent skill to old Andy, but Grisha always felt a bit bad leaving them alone, he was always a bit scared he'd return to find them gutted by bandits or all sick from something no one could ever hope to cure. Old trauma, he supposed.

"Grisha". He said the nickname to himself as Joe looked through some of the rubble in the factory they were investigating. The nickname had been given to him by the tank's resident Russian, Raisa, a young girl who Grisha had become quite fond of, like a younger sister and it seemed to stuck. Sometimes, he forgot his original first name was actually Gregory. Getting a bit sentimental over it, he reached into his coat pocket and removed the Makarov pistol. Broken, it actually belonged to Raisa, it was mostly to scare anyone who caught him alone and off guard, the Fillions were the ones who were really packing. Something about a tiny part of some description missing from the pistol, nothing noticeable to view, so long as he made it look lethal, it might as well be, no one wanted to be shot in this new world. Anyone who wanted to be shot had already done it themselves, that's for sure. Wryly smiling at his silent black remark, he looked around.

"You look like you've had more luck than me, Joe." He remarked with a chuckle as he gestured to the wire. Grisha hadn't found much, to be brutally honest, he had spent most of the time looking at the scenery. After all, he was finally here, in Seattle. It was all quite thrilling, even if it was a lot more... bush-y than he first imagined it. Even Ural had had problems on one of the roads into the city and on the outskirts, it was a mess of trees, puddles, brush and grass as tall as a small car. Still, he dug around in the dust as he felt bumps with his feet, once in a while, he'd find something that looked promising, only for it to turn out to be a rusted old piece of machinery that looked interesting, but was mostly just junk, completely unusable and useless. Sighing, he decided the production line of this factory was a lost cause. There was so much dust and dirt piled up inside that the machinery was completely buried and Grisha had not even the slightest idea what the place had even produced before.

With a disappointed look on his face, he looked around the large room. Light shined through the broken glass of the large windows. Trees were, unsurprisingly, visible in many of them, with a blue, clear sky behind them. Birds chirped, insects buzzed and clicked, and the rustling of the flora by the breeze was a near constant sound. "Joe, gimme a sec, I'll go look across the street, Terry, watch my back, would you?" He gave them a look over before turning around and heading to the door, half of which was blocked, making him crouch down to get through. They were on the south of the city, about a two hours' walk from the downtown, with its towers and in this particular industrial zone, it felt like people had left the city, stopped here, grabbed what they could and kept moving. He couldn't blame them, he supposed, but it sure made things hard for him. Looking across the brush of the street, the asphalt nearly hidden underneath dirt, leaves and grass, after scanning some old buildings, a parking lot with some old vehicles caught his eye. None of them really looked to be in running condition, but he supposed one of them might have a bit of diesel fuel on it, the food of their machine. Grisha made an about face and called for Joe and Terry. "There's an parkin' lot on the other side of the street and one of the buildings! Wanna check it out?" He yelled, not having much regard for staying quiet in a place that seemed deserted of not only people, but things that could actually help them.

As he walked back towards them, toying with a part of his windbreaker, he heard something peculiar over the sound of the dominant nature. "Hey, Joe, do you hear a motor? That doesn't sound like it belongs to us."

---

A twenty-minute walk from Grisha and Joe, Raisa could hear the sound of the car much better, even in her hazy, hot, stuffy and generally sick state. Sniffing vainly from her stuffed nose, she looked over at Franklin, who was standing guard the top of the turret of the tank, his large hands lightly grazing the NSVT heavy machine gun. The tank had come to a stop a few minutes ago, but Grisha had rushed to scout as he didn't want to stay put long in one place for very long in such a big city. It was bad luck, he had said. His "superstition" had made her laugh and she had given her the pistol she had kept for many years, for good luck. Now, she was suddenly wishing the comforting feel of the small handgun, even broken it made her feel a bit more secure. Frankling looked worried as well and for a moment, she saw him dip into the tank at Grisha's normal spot to talk to John, who was tending to the more important supplies inside the turret, as well as their only shell, "Tsarevna", a name meaning the princess daughter of a Tsar, fitting for the large tank. Andy O'Keefe had been working on the bottom of the tank, making sure nothing on the bottom or the suspension was damaged and she was looking over the inventory of the food supplies she had, given to her by John, trying to figure out the best way of making meals out of it. Now, they all froze. Joe Jr., sat near her on the back of the tank with his carbine looked as alert as everyone else.

No one liked the situation. Franklin got out of the turret and looked with a serious expression at Raisa. "Someone might've noticed us. Nothin' new, just do me a lil' favor and tell Andy to get his ass in his seat and you get in Grisha's spot. I'll close the hatch and sit on top. Joe, you stay up 'ere with me wit that rifle of yours." She nodded and groaning a bit, she got up and climbed up the turret with a lot of effort into the turret. Not wanting to spread her sickness if it was too contagious (even if it hadn't spread to anyone else for the past few months), she clambered onto the commander's seat and the hatch was shut.

Franklin made sure the NSVT was loaded well and waited as the motor's sound grew louder and louder...

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@Dynamo Frokane For a moment, I was against your idea of being a fixer, considering how Natalie has never worked on fixing her plane herself and never getting a spot of dirt, oil or anything on her uniform, but thinking it over, I realized that she probably watched VERY carefully when her technicians worked on her plane, learning their techniques as she watched for any possible subterfuge. Plus, the repair drones could probably be attached to her plane and she could probably give out critical advice on what to do in case of damage in the heat of battle. You have your fixer, it seems! I'll add it to her CS in a bit.

In the meantime, I thought over the underpowered engine and added this to the plane sheet, FIY;

"Another thing to note is the ability of the n.A to be used on quite a few airfields. Due to the airfields of the NGDR being varying quality and the engine being underpowered, the fighter needs a rather long runway to takeoff, thus, the landing gear have been reinforced to run better on the roughly extended older airfields and they can also be launched by catapults on newer bases. The undercarriage has also been reinforced, making it slightly more durable."

The ability for catapults COULD also allow it to be launched from a carrier, but lift might be a problem.

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By the way, @Ophidian, I get the feeling your character and Natalie will either get along really well (COMRADES!) or absolutely horrifically (wait, wait, WAIT. My country's communism is the right communism!)

As for writing the story brief, @Dynamo Frokane I'll think something over tonight and work on it tomorrow. I figured I'd point out though that the numbers for the classes in the OP are still at 0, that might scare people off. On another note, might I recommend changing things up a bit to be less the style of good ol' Roland and more our Red Baroness?

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Nastasza Swarc

PILOT
Name: Nastasza Swarc / Natalie Schwartz

Age: 26

Former Rank and Affiliation: First Lieutenant and Political Commissar, Air Forces of the New National People’s Army and Ministry for State Security (Stasi)

Height: 166 cm

Weight: 63 kg

Pilot Class: Fixer (explanation later today)

Nationality: Polish, citizen of the New German Democratic Republic

Appearance:

Portrait

As a proud officer and Political Commissar, Natalie makes a point of keeping an impeccable appearance. Except when flying and sleeping, she wears her service uniform properly and keeps it clean as if it were the only clothes she has, from the cap to the boots. The only exception to this rule is that she forgoes the waist belt, finding it to be inconvenient for her form, making a distraction for her comrades. She keeps herself very clean due to relegating work on her aircraft to technicians and engineers and has never been seen with a single mark or blemish on her uniform or her face. Her blonde hair is silky smooth due to near-excessive care given to it. As for her body, she has a very feminine figure and she attempts not let this be the main impression that she gives by moving and generally carrying a posture of authority. She wears a cross necklace as a memento of her late father, whose death she caused.

Bio:
Born in a small village in a Polish speaking area of central Europe’s countryside, Nastasza Swarc was raised by a single father who cared for her after her mother was taken in a raid on their small village. Life was hard, though it was peaceful, with the villagers doing their able best to help one another, like a large family. The worst memories she had of her childhood were raids on the village by bandits and needing to hide in the cellar of their small house as it was ransacked and ruined, often losing everything they had gathered over the last few months.

One day, a rumble could be heard throughout the town, a sound normally associated to raiders, but this steady roar was much different than any that had been heard before. Rather than a team of bandits, Nastasza and her father found men in uniforms with rifles and vehicles marching through the town, speaking a strange language and claiming that the area was now part of the New Polish People’s Republic, a tiny puppet state of the New German Democratic Republic, being made to neighbor the NGDR in former Polish land. Soon enough, the so-called “socialist” (a new word to the villagers) forces had established a hold on the town. Hearing of cities to the west, in the NGDR, where the buildings were only half in ruins and there was never a danger of being raided, Nastasza and her father moved to the city of Leipzig, the provisional capital of the NGDR until the “liberation” of Berlin.

Here, Nastasza was shown a new life and the young girl soon found herself enamored with the lifestyle and regime of the people, seeing as synonymous with order, peace and rebuilding from the ruins of the old world, even under the oppression of the Party and, particularly, the Ministry of State Security, Stasi for short, who watched every citizen and made short work of any perceived “enemies” of the state, whenever they were reported. It was a place where husbands reported their wives, parents snitched on their children, workers on coworkers and the list only went on and on, however, for Nastasza, these were means to the end of keeping order and eliminating dangerous oppositon. By her own choice, she decided to join the Young Pioneers and her loyalty to the state and Party only grew from there. She became a fervent partisan, happily taking part in the adventures of her Pioneer group, listening to the myth-like stories of socialism in the old world with wide eyes.

When she was 10 years old, she came home one night from her Pioneer activities to find her father drinking and playing cards with other Polish friends, as she had become accustomed to. Now, however, she decided to listen in on their conversation and she was horrified to find them criticizing her beloved Party. Everything they said sounded to her like plotting against the Republic and she went to bed in tears at the horrors she had heard. By noon the next day, the act had been done; she had reported her father and his friends to the Stasi, without the slightest remorse, though she loved her father dearly as her only family. Over the next few months, the Zersetzung went on. A psychological technique devised by the first Stasi in the old world, it used the powerful network of collaborators, records and power over institutions to psychologically oppress political enemies, often by devising a steady collapse of their life, at least in the new Stasi’s definition, without the victim ever suspecting the Stasi. Her father lost his job, lost money gambling, was beaten up by crooks and muggers and began drinking, until five months after Nastasza had reported him to the Stasi, she returned home not to find him drinking and happily talking with old friends, but hanging from the ceiling lamp.

At the age of 14, four years later, Nastasza, now living by the German name of Natalie Schwartz joined the Free German Youth, the official youth movement of the Socialist Unity Party of Germany and four years later, after finishing school, she wasted no time joining the Air Forces of the New National People’s Army. With her past as a Pioneer and a member of the youth movement, she was chosen to be not only a fighter pilot but also a Political Commissar, the officer assigned to a unit to monitor morale and more importantly ensure loyalty and that the squadron carries out its tasks in accordance to the will of the Party and the people. Even if she had a superior in the squadron, she was able to supersede and countermand orders issued by her CO, she also had the power to carry out summary executions on deserters and traitors, a privilege which she used freely and often. As a country that considered itself the only nation truly dedicated to the rebuilding of its territories and with the only ideology that could be dedicated to this, the New German Democratic Republic was practically constantly at war and over the next six years, she gathered a huge amount of experience fighting whoever the NGDR decided was its enemy, whether it was the WEC, other Germans or countries to the east and west, sortieing daily in her MiG-21PFn.A.

Soon, she had gained a fearful reputation, but not so much among her enemies as among her allies. Anyone who wasn’t totally loyal to the Party feared her and even hated her and as rumors spread of her snitching on her father, even disgust towards her was felt. Still, this didn’t keep her from ruling over her squadron with a red, iron fist and she had no mercy for those she deemed “counter-revolutionaries”. This caught the eye of the Stasi and following a rough mission that left her with some leave time and a leg that would heal fast anyway, she was recruited by the Ministry of State Security. During this time, she learned English, French and learned to speak said languages with a small handful of accents and she participated in a spot of foreign espionage before returning to her fatherland to work on hunting rebels, defectors and even hunting dissidents within the Party itself. After two years, she was returned to the Air Force and was put at the head of a squadron manned entirely by pilots who were secretly Stasi agents, with the objective of hunting down mid-mission any military units which were thought to participate in counter-revolutionary activities. She fought many of the best pilots of her own Air Force, all while participating in some of the most dangerous missions in order to distract from her squadron’s true purpose.

Coming to the present date, following a posting by her superiors in the Stasi of Natalie on mercenary boards and lists as a way of investigating other countries and soldiers of fortune, she was given the mission of joining the Red Baroness’ group and investigating her operations and goals...

Theme Song: TBD

MiG-21PFn.A

Name: VEB Flugzeugwerft Dresden MiG-21PFn.A

Photo Identification:

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A standard MiG-21PFn.A of the Air Forces of the New National People's Army in a maneuver.

Plane Type: Jet

Aircraft Notes and Characteristics: Nearly a two centuries ago, the MiG-21 was a feared jet throughout the skies of the world. Massively produced, simple to make and relatively simple to fly, its reputation was grand despite its simple appearance, due to its versatility and apparently easy maintenance. As the most numerous fighter of the first German Democratic Republic, the MiG-21 had a symbolic place for the leaders of the reborn GDR and soon enough, an old factory near Dresden was building MiG-21's for the first time in dozens of years, with the designation of "n.A" differentiating it from the plane it was based on, the MiG-21PF, standing for "neuer Art".

Neuer Art can mean something along the lines of "State of the Art". Indeed, the MiG-21PFn.A is definitely state of the art, if state of the art means making it with the simplest processes and the simplest materials to allow for faster production in a country with few resources. Compared to older MiG-21's, the n.A has a jet engine that has no afterburner and is generally underpowered. However, this indirectly resolves the problem of the old world MiG-21's fairly short range in earlier models, thanks to a lower fuel consumption. Due to this underpowered engine, the weight it can carry is lesser and thus the n.A only carries two missiles on most missions, relying on gunfighting after the missiles have been expended, along with unguided rockets. Realizing this, the designers made the n.A variant carry much more 23mm ammunition for the internal cannon (the internal cannon itself being a feature that was added on as the original MiG-21PF upon which the plane was mainly based (a large reverse engineering project of a single aircraft had to be done) did not have an internal cannon). It can also carry bombs, but the targeting computer is very basic.

Finally, the radar is definitely something to scoff at. The intake design of the MiG-21 left a small space for the radar inside the cone, but over time, the old world's MiG-21 designers managed to build respectable radars into the confines of the cone. This isn't the case with the n.A. The radar is a new design by the Dresden factory and design bureau, which isn't actually a good thing. Based off the radar used on the MiG-21PF, the RP-21 Sapfir, it's a slow, sluggish beast made from vacuum tubes that were probably dug out of a basement of some old airfield and crudely copied. Research is currently being undergone to improve it, but for the foreseeable future, the pilot is better off relying on their own two eyes.

However, despite these flaws, the MiG-21PFn.A remains a MiG-21 and keeps nearly all the flaws and advantages of its ancestor. A design that could easily reach high-speeds but lose those speeds easily in harsh turns, the n.A relies on energy fighting tactics and altitude advantages, which is reflected in the AFNNPA's doctrines for dogfighting; picking up speed in dives and using that speed to escape and regain altitude after attacking rather than maneuvering with the enemy, taking wide turns once at an ample distance. The engine is so underpowered that sharp turns can sometimes cause the plane to stall entirely if there isn't enough speed, which can be disastrous at lower altitudes. However, provided no harsh maneuvers are taken, the n.A can pick up speed well enough due to its aerodynamic design, even with a lower powered engine and it's a plane that's easy to learn, but especially hard to master, with great versatility. As well as this, the old reliability of the MiG-21, along with the extremely simple NGDR manufacturing process and parts make it astonishingly easy to maintain, which should be a joy for mechanics who'll need to operate on it. Another thing to note is the ability of the n.A to be used on quite a few airfields. Due to the airfields of the NGDR being varying quality and the engine being underpowered, the fighter needs a rather long runway to takeoff, thus, the landing gear have been reinforced to run better on the roughly extended older airfields and they can also be launched by catapults on newer bases. The undercarriage has also been reinforced, making it slightly more durable.

As a plane meant for easy mass-production, the doctrines of the Air Forces reflect this; group tactics are nearly essential and most situations and a well-coordinated squadron of MiG-21PFn.A can almost seem like a swarm of demons. Natalie's own MiG-21 has no modifications, aside from the roundels of the Air Forces being whited out, but after spending a good few missions fighting on her own, she has developed tactics to fight even without the help of her squadron.

Weapons Descriptions:

*One internal automatic 23mm cannon, 3400-3600 rounds/minute
*Two rocket launchers, each with 20 rockets
*Two radar-guided missiles.

Weaknesses: Weak powerplant (=slow climbing and gain of speed), easy loss of speed in maneuvers, weak radar.

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@Section The Dresden! Its beautiful! I love it!

You can be a eegular Blood Wing or maybe an Scanner (exposition would make sense)

Its up to you !

@Dynamo Frokane

I'd say regular Blood Wing, since with that weak little radar, I doubt much scanning could be done... x) I'll post them both in the character sheet bin!

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Here's Natalie's trusty steed! Out of curiosity, @Dynamo Frokane, what sort of class would you say she fits into with a plane like this? Also, sorry if it's long, I got REALLY into it and passionate. >.<

MiG-21PFn.A

Name: VEB Flugzeugwerft Dresden MiG-21PFn.A

Photo Identification:

Image

A standard MiG-21PFn.A of the Air Forces of the New National People's Army in a maneuver.

Plane Type: Jet

Aircraft Notes and Characteristics: Nearly a two centuries ago, the MiG-21 was a feared jet throughout the skies of the world. Massively produced, simple to make and relatively simple to fly, its reputation was grand despite its simple appearance, due to its versatility and apparently easy maintenance. As the most numerous fighter of the first German Democratic Republic, the MiG-21 had a symbolic place for the leaders of the reborn GDR and soon enough, an old factory near Dresden was building MiG-21's for the first time in dozens of years, with the designation of "n.A" differentiating it from the plane it was based on, the MiG-21PF, standing for "neuer Art".

Neuer Art can mean something along the lines of "State of the Art". Indeed, the MiG-21PFn.A is definitely state of the art, if state of the art means making it with the simplest processes and the simplest materials to allow for faster production in a country with few resources. Compared to older MiG-21's, the n.A has a jet engine that has no afterburner and is generally underpowered. However, this indirectly resolves the problem of the old world MiG-21's fairly short range in earlier models, thanks to a lower fuel consumption. Due to this underpowered engine, the weight it can carry is lesser and thus the n.A only carries two missiles on most missions, relying on gunfighting after the missiles have been expended, along with unguided rockets. Realizing this, the designers made the n.A variant carry much more 23mm ammunition for the internal cannon (the internal cannon itself being a feature that was added on as the original MiG-21PF upon which the plane was mainly based (a large reverse engineering project of a single aircraft had to be done) did not have an internal cannon). It can also carry bombs, but the targeting computer is very basic.

Finally, the radar is definitely something to scoff at. The intake design of the MiG-21 left a small space for the radar inside the cone, but over time, the old world's MiG-21 designers managed to build respectable radars into the confines of the cone. This isn't the case with the n.A. The radar is a new design by the Dresden factory and design bureau, which isn't actually a good thing. Based off the radar used on the MiG-21PF, the RP-21 Sapfir, it's a slow, sluggish beast made from vacuum tubes that were probably dug out of a basement of some old airfield and crudely copied. Research is currently being undergone to improve it, but for the foreseeable future, the pilot is better off relying on their own two eyes.

However, despite these flaws, the MiG-21PFn.A remains a MiG-21 and keeps nearly all the flaws and advantages of its ancestor. A design that could easily reach high-speeds but lose those speeds easily in harsh turns, the n.A relies on energy fighting tactics and altitude advantages, which is reflected in the AFNNPA's doctrines for dogfighting; picking up speed in dives and using that speed to escape and regain altitude after attacking rather than maneuvering with the enemy, taking wide turns once at an ample distance. The engine is so underpowered that sharp turns can sometimes cause the plane to stall entirely if there isn't enough speed, which can be disastrous at lower altitudes. However, provided no harsh maneuvers are taken, the n.A can pick up speed well enough due to its aerodynamic design, even with a lower powered engine and it's a plane that's easy to learn, but especially hard to master, with great versatility. As well as this, the old reliability of the MiG-21, along with the extremely simple NGDR manufacturing process and parts make it astonishingly easy to maintain, which should be a joy for mechanics who'll need to operate on it.

As a plane meant for easy mass-production, the doctrines of the Air Forces reflect this; group tactics are nearly essential and most situations and a well-coordinated squadron of MiG-21PFn.A can almost seem like a swarm of demons. Natalie's own MiG-21 has no modifications, aside from the roundels of the Air Forces being whited out, but after spending a good few missions fighting on her own, she has developed tactics to fight even without the help of her squadron.

Weapons Descriptions:

*One internal automatic 23mm cannon, 3400-3600 rounds/minute
*Two rocket launchers, each with 20 rockets
*Two radar-guided missiles.

Weaknesses: Weak powerplant (=slow climbing and gain of speed), easy loss of speed in maneuvers, weak radar.

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Here she is again! Look her over and I'll work on her plane in the meantime!

Nastasza Swarc

PILOT
Name: Nastasza Swarc / Natalie Schwartz

Age: 26

Former Rank and Affiliation: First Lieutenant and Political Commissar, Air Forces of the New National People’s Army and Ministry for State Security (Stasi)

Height: 166 cm

Weight: 63 kg

Pilot Class: TBD

Nationality: Polish, citizen of the New German Democratic Republic

Appearance:

Portrait

As a proud officer and Political Commissar, Natalie makes a point of keeping an impeccable appearance. Except when flying and sleeping, she wears her service uniform properly and keeps it clean as if it were the only clothes she has, from the cap to the boots. The only exception to this rule is that she forgoes the waist belt, finding it to be inconvenient for her form, making a distraction for her comrades. She keeps herself very clean due to relegating work on her aircraft to technicians and engineers and has never been seen with a single mark or blemish on her uniform or her face. Her blonde hair is silky smooth due to near-excessive care given to it. As for her body, she has a very feminine figure and she attempts not let this be the main impression that she gives by moving and generally carrying a posture of authority. She wears a cross necklace as a memento of her late father, whose death she caused.

Bio:
Born in a small village in a Polish speaking area of central Europe’s countryside, Nastasza Swarc was raised by a single father who cared for her after her mother was taken in a raid on their small village. Life was hard, though it was peaceful, with the villagers doing their able best to help one another, like a large family. The worst memories she had of her childhood were raids on the village by bandits and needing to hide in the cellar of their small house as it was ransacked and ruined, often losing everything they had gathered over the last few months.

One day, a rumble could be heard throughout the town, a sound normally associated to raiders, but this steady roar was much different than any that had been heard before. Rather than a team of bandits, Nastasza and her father found men in uniforms with rifles and vehicles marching through the town, speaking a strange language and claiming that the area was now part of the New Polish People’s Republic, a tiny puppet state of the New German Democratic Republic, being made to neighbor the NGDR in former Polish land. Soon enough, the so-called “socialist” (a new word to the villagers) forces had established a hold on the town. Hearing of cities to the west, in the NGDR, where the buildings were only half in ruins and there was never a danger of being raided, Nastasza and her father moved to the city of Leipzig, the provisional capital of the NGDR until the “liberation” of Berlin.

Here, Nastasza was shown a new life and the young girl soon found herself enamored with the lifestyle and regime of the people, seeing as synonymous with order, peace and rebuilding from the ruins of the old world, even under the oppression of the Party and, particularly, the Ministry of State Security, Stasi for short, who watched every citizen and made short work of any perceived “enemies” of the state, whenever they were reported. It was a place where husbands reported their wives, parents snitched on their children, workers on coworkers and the list only went on and on, however, for Nastasza, these were means to the end of keeping order and eliminating dangerous oppositon. By her own choice, she decided to join the Young Pioneers and her loyalty to the state and Party only grew from there. She became a fervent partisan, happily taking part in the adventures of her Pioneer group, listening to the myth-like stories of socialism in the old world with wide eyes.

When she was 10 years old, she came home one night from her Pioneer activities to find her father drinking and playing cards with other Polish friends, as she had become accustomed to. Now, however, she decided to listen in on their conversation and she was horrified to find them criticizing her beloved Party. Everything they said sounded to her like plotting against the Republic and she went to bed in tears at the horrors she had heard. By noon the next day, the act had been done; she had reported her father and his friends to the Stasi, without the slightest remorse, though she loved her father dearly as her only family. Over the next few months, the Zersetzung went on. A psychological technique devised by the first Stasi in the old world, it used the powerful network of collaborators, records and power over institutions to psychologically oppress political enemies, often by devising a steady collapse of their life, at least in the new Stasi’s definition, without the victim ever suspecting the Stasi. Her father lost his job, lost money gambling, was beaten up by crooks and muggers and began drinking, until five months after Nastasza had reported him to the Stasi, she returned home not to find him drinking and happily talking with old friends, but hanging from the ceiling lamp.

At the age of 14, four years later, Nastasza, now living by the German name of Natalie Schwartz joined the Free German Youth, the official youth movement of the Socialist Unity Party of Germany and four years later, after finishing school, she wasted no time joining the Air Forces of the New National People’s Army. With her past as a Pioneer and a member of the youth movement, she was chosen to be not only a fighter pilot but also a Political Commissar, the officer assigned to a unit to monitor morale and more importantly ensure loyalty and that the squadron carries out its tasks in accordance to the will of the Party and the people. Even if she had a superior in the squadron, she was able to supersede and countermand orders issued by her CO, she also had the power to carry out summary executions on deserters and traitors, a privilege which she used freely and often. As a country that considered itself the only nation truly dedicated to the rebuilding of its territories and with the only ideology that could be dedicated to this, the New German Democratic Republic was practically constantly at war and over the next six years, she gathered a huge amount of experience fighting whoever the NGDR decided was its enemy, whether it was the WEC, other Germans or countries to the east and west, sortieing daily in her MiG-21PFn.A.

Soon, she had gained a fearful reputation, but not so much among her enemies as among her allies. Anyone who wasn’t totally loyal to the Party feared her and even hated her and as rumors spread of her snitching on her father, even disgust towards her was felt. Still, this didn’t keep her from ruling over her squadron with a red, iron fist and she had no mercy for those she deemed “counter-revolutionaries”. This caught the eye of the Stasi and following a rough mission that left her with some leave time and a leg that would heal fast anyway, she was recruited by the Ministry of State Security. During this time, she learned English, French and learned to speak said languages with a small handful of accents and she participated in a spot of foreign espionage before returning to her fatherland to work on hunting rebels, defectors and even hunting dissidents within the Party itself. After two years, she was returned to the Air Force and was put at the head of a squadron manned entirely by pilots who were secretly Stasi agents, with the objective of hunting down mid-mission any military units which were thought to participate in counter-revolutionary activities. She fought many of the best pilots of her own Air Force, all while participating in some of the most dangerous missions in order to distract from her squadron’s true purpose.

Coming to the present date, following a posting by her superiors in the Stasi of Natalie on mercenary boards and lists as a way of investigating other countries and soldiers of fortune, she was given the mission of joining the Red Baroness’ group and investigating her operations and goals...

Theme Song: TBD

Shine City 3: Summer Sequel (Always Accepting)

@Section Scott hasn't left the arcade, just shuffled a few steps back away from his cabinet and is still loitering in the row of the machines. Apologies for not making it very clear in my post

@Specter189

Fixed it, derp.

Story Of The Skies (Warplanes, Sky Warriors Universe RP)

@Dynamo Frokane Yo, here's that character, haven't put much in terms of personality yet, just to give you her story, but you can probably guess how she is based on her personal history... >v<;

Nastasza Swarc

PILOT
Name: Nastasza Swarc / Natalie Schwartz

Age: 26

Former Rank and Affiliation: First Lieutenant and Political Commissar, Air Forces of the New National People’s Army and Ministry for State Security (Stasi)

Height: 166 cm

Weight: 63 kg

Pilot Class: TBD

Nationality: Polish, citizen of the New German Democratic Republic

Appearance:

Portrait

As a proud officer and Political Commissar, Natalie makes a point of keeping an impeccable appearance. Except when flying and sleeping, she wears her service uniform properly and keeps it clean as if it were the only clothes she has, from the cap to the boots. The only exception to this rule is that she forgoes the waist belt, finding it to be inconvenient for her form, making a distraction for her comrades. She keeps herself very clean due to relegating work on her aircraft to technicians and engineers and has never been seen with a single mark or blemish on her uniform or her face. Her blonde hair is silky smooth due to near-excessive care given to it. As for her body, she has a very feminine figure and she attempts not let this be the main impression that she gives by moving and generally carrying a posture of authority. She wears a cross necklace as a memento of her late father, whose death she caused.

Bio:
Born in a small village in a Polish speaking area of central Europe’s countryside, Nastasza Swarc was raised by a single father who cared for her after her mother was taken in a raid on their small village. Life was hard, though it was peaceful, with the villagers doing their able best to help one another, like a large family. The worst memories she had of her childhood were raids on the village by bandits and needing to hide in the cellar of their small house as it was ransacked and ruined, often losing everything they had gathered over the last few months.

One day, a rumble could be heard throughout the town, a sound normally associated to raiders, but this steady roar was much different than any that had been heard before. Rather than a team of bandits, Nastasza and her father found men in uniforms with rifles and vehicles marching through the town, speaking a strange language and claiming that the area was now part of the New Polish People’s Republic, a tiny puppet state of the New German Democratic Republic, being made to neighbor the NGDR in former Polish land. Soon enough, the so-called “socialist” (a new word to the villagers) forces had established a hold on the town. Hearing of cities to the west, in the NGDR, where the buildings were only half in ruins and there was never a danger of being raided, Nastasza and her father moved to the city of Leipzig, the provisional capital of the NGDR until the “liberation” of Berlin.

Here, Nastasza was shown a new life and the young girl soon found herself enamored with the lifestyle and regime of the people, seeing as synonymous with order, peace and rebuilding from the ruins of the old world, even under the oppression of the Party and, particularly, the Ministry of State Security, Stasi for short, who watched every citizen and made short work of any perceived “enemies” of the state, whenever they were reported. It was a place where husbands reported their wives, parents snitched on their children, workers on coworkers and the list only went on and on, however, for Nastasza, these were means to the end of keeping order and eliminating dangerous oppositon. By her own choice, she decided to join the Young Pioneers and her loyalty to the state and Party only grew from there. She became a fervent partisan, happily taking part in the adventures of her Pioneer group, listening to the myth-like stories of socialism in the old world with wide eyes.

When she was 10 years old, she came home one night from her Pioneer activities to find her father drinking and playing cards with other Polish friends, as she had become accustomed to. Now, however, she decided to listen in on their conversation and she was horrified to find them criticizing her beloved Party. Everything they said sounded to her like plotting against the Republic and she went to bed in tears at the horrors she had heard. By noon the next day, the act had been done; she had reported her father and his friends to the Stasi, without the slightest remorse, though she loved her father dearly as her only family. Over the next few months, the Zersetzung went on. A psychological technique devised by the first Stasi in the old world, it used the powerful network of collaborators, records and power over institutions to psychologically oppress political enemies, often by devising a steady collapse of their life, at least in the new Stasi’s definition, without the victim ever suspecting the Stasi. Her father lost his job, lost money gambling, was beaten up by crooks and muggers and began drinking, until five months after Nastasza had reported him to the Stasi, she returned home not to find him drinking and happily talking with old friends, but hanging from the ceiling lamp.

At the age of 14, four years later, Nastasza, now living by the German name of Natalie Schwartz joined the Free German Youth, the official youth movement of the Socialist Unity Party of Germany and four years later, after finishing school, she wasted no time joining the Air Forces of the New National People’s Army. With her past as a Pioneer and a member of the youth movement, she was chosen to be not only a fighter pilot but also a Political Commissar, the officer assigned to a unit to monitor morale and more importantly ensure loyalty and that the squadron carries out its tasks in accordance to the will of the Party and the people. Even if she had a superior in the squadron, she was able to supersede and countermand orders issued by her CO, she also had the power to carry out summary executions on deserters and traitors, a privilege which she used freely and often. As a country that considered itself the only nation truly dedicated to the rebuilding of its territories and with the only ideology that could be dedicated to this, the New German Democratic Republic was practically constantly at war and over the next six years, she gathered a huge amount of experience fighting whoever the NGDR decided was its enemy, whether it was the WEC, other Germans or countries to the east and west, sortieing daily in her MiG-21PFn.A.

Soon, she had gained a fearful reputation, but not so much among her enemies as among her allies. Anyone who wasn’t totally loyal to the Party feared her and even hated her and as rumors spread of her snitching on her father, even disgust towards her was felt. Still, this didn’t keep her from ruling over her squadron with a red, iron fist and she had no mercy for those she deemed “counter-revolutionaries”. This caught the eye of the Stasi and following a rough mission that left her with some leave time and a leg that would heal fast anyway, she was recruited by the Ministry of State Security. During this time, she learned English, French and learned to speak said languages with a small handful of accents and she participated in a spot of foreign espionage before returning to her fatherland to work on hunting rebels, defectors and even hunting dissidents within the Party itself. After two years, she was returned to the Air Force and was put at the head of a squadron manned entirely by pilots who were secretly Stasi agents, with the objective of hunting down mid-mission any military units which were thought to participate in counter-revolutionary activities. She fought many of the best pilots of her own Air Force, all while participating in some of the most dangerous missions in order to distract from her squadron’s true purpose.

Coming to the present date, following a posting by her superiors in the Stasi of Natalie on mercenary boards and lists as a way of investigating other countries and soldiers of fortune, she was given the mission of joining the Red Baroness’ group and investigating her operations and goals...

Theme Song: TBD

EDIT: Oh, and I'll work on her plane in a bit, need a break, plus I need to work on a CS for another RP... Waaaaaaay too much work, whew!