MEDIC, Mischa Volkov

[Mischa]

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AGE | Twenty-five CLASS | Medic GENDER | Female SEXUALITY | Demisexual ALIGNMENT | Neutral we all wear masks, i can see you have one as well APPEARANCE |Mischa descends from a proud line known as the Volkovs, renowned for their beast tamers, who, like their surname referenced, tamed, but were not limited to, wolves. The family is also known for their albino-like traits; white blonde hair, pale skin and their peculiar violet red eyes. They tend to be tall and slim in build, with slight wolfish features (gradually reduced from their original feral state). Their teeth, specifically their canines, are a bit sharper than normal humans, while their eyes have a sort of natural ferocity to them. In days of yore, they were as savage and hot-blooded as the beasts they tamed. Old rumors that they mated with wolves are still oft whispered, but not as much as the Volkov's incestuous nature. Their pride in their family line is so great that they intermarry, brother to sister or cousin to cousin, only occasionally marrying outside the family. Their albino-like traits are actually a result of generations of inbreeding - their ancestor was a man of dark blonde hair and blue eyes. A good dose of “new blood” was introduced into the family line when their numbers started to dwindle, namely due to infant mortality rates or infertility. Children of these parentages almost always bear the albino-like appearance of their Volkov sire. Descendants of these children have a greater hope of escaping this trait, which becomes less potent, the more it is passed around. Mischa is a prime example of her family name, standing tall at 5’9, a slender woman with a mane whitish hair that extends beyond her waist. Her violet red eyes are often mistaken for purple or crimson, depending on the light. An old battle wound, a long thin scar, is visible on her right cheek. When she smiles or bares her pearly whites, a distinct sharpness can be seen on her teeth, giving her an almost frightening edge. As for attire, Mischa wears light clothing, which mostly consists of military jackets and thigh high boots. There’s little point in her wearing heavy armor as she is a backline camper and lacks the strength or endurance to do so. She wears shorts or skirts, despite dips in temperature, but will trade her normal jacket for an ankle length one. If she’s feeling particularly dapper that day, she may even tie on a cravat. PERSONALITY | What stands out most about this medic is her apathetic bedside matter – or snark, depending on the initial encounter with her. She is a cold and impersonal person, and just as blunt. She does not believe in white lies or sugar coating. This does not mean that she is wholly insensitive, however. She won’t, for example, go out of her way to antagonize someone, but also won’t go out of her way to help them, either. Nor does she often feel too inclined to heal or aid someone who berates or shows signs of unappreciation. If anything, said person runs the risk of being abandoned altogether, or just given a strong dose of “tough love.” “Tough love” in this case means leaving the person to lie in agony for a few minutes before grudgingly helping them out. Otherwise, she makes sure her teammates are well taken care of, as long as they are cordial in return. This doesn’t mean they won’t get off without a scolding, though it’s almost in concerned motherly way (if your mother swears like a sailor, that is). She is not wholly built out of stone, though. Mischa has a sense of humor – a bit on the facetious side, but a sense of humor, nonetheless. Her jokes are almost always done at the expense of others, usually as humorous asides or based on traits she has picked up on after observing them. Most of these victims are people are fellow colleagues, but can also be a bystander, shopkeeper, etc. As stated previously, she is a very blunt person, and her blood runs just as hot as the rest of her brood. Her quick wit oft spills unbidden from her lips, and is the key cause to confrontations she finds herself in. Her mouth has also given associates even more trouble, a few of whom who were forced to jump in and intervene when her jabs set the offended party off. LIKES DISLIKES

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HISTORY | Mischa is one of the offspring of a sensible line of the Volkov family. Her father was of Volkov stock, her mother being an unrelated woman. Mischa and her two eldest brothers (twins) took after their father, while the middle brother inherited their mother’s dark brown hair and hazel eyes. It was a very testosterone driven environment, in which Mischa was treated as one of the boys – to a degree, anyway. While her father believed that a bit of roughhousing was good for developing character and teaching children to fend for themselves, he discouraged Mischa from playing with her brothers in that manner past a certain age, and denied her several other endeavors he deemed “unfitting” for a young lady. Or, as Mischa would so eloquently put it: “My father was a sexist arsehole who can’t bear the thought of a woman besting a man in a sword fight.”

So while her idiot brothers were given to go ahead to undergo training (two landscknechts and a war magus) Mischa was forced to stay home, where she feigned interest in studying medicine, like her mother. She would have preferred becoming a Jack of All Trades like her older brother, but considering the only other alternatives included running away or refusing training altogether, she settled for just being a medic. It was incredibly frustrating for her to see her brothers out having so much fun, dueling, weaving complex spells, when the only hands on experience she got was treating them for minor injuries. Most of her time was spent studying various illnesses, magically induced or otherwise and treatment methods, or shadowing her mother during her work hours in the clinic. It was tedious work at times, but it also gave her the opportunity to talk to the patrons there, most of whom were adventurers and always had an interesting tale to tell, regardless of the frivolousness of the quest.

When she was 18, Mischa struck out on her first adventure with her brothers. It was dangerous and risky for her at that stage, but with her brother Andrei beside her on the back lines to show her the ropes, she gradually grew used to it. The siblings were fine, as long as they ventured into areas they were certain they could handle, or had a good strategy for when they couldn’t. This also meant keeping the twins – with their hot Volkov blood – in order. The twins were a rowdy and overconfident lot, refusing to back down from a challenge or charging headlong into an enemy without stopping to consider the dangers. Andrei, the wiser of the brothers, was always forced to come to the rescue – not that the twins were ever thankful for this. Quite the opposite, really. They were too proud to accept or ask for help. Instead, they lashed out at Andrei for wasting time on such useless spells, and chastised Mischa for being good for nothing more than a heal cow.

Adventuring with her two eldest brothers was an annoyance Mischa learned to deal with; they were blood, after all. Had they not been, she would have insisted they be left behind or to their own devices. It’s an act she regrets not doing sooner.

The twins, in their stupidity, had angered some great beast. From afar, it seemed like they had a hand on the situation, until one brother lost his sword and knocked down by the monster. Andrei and Mischa, naturally, ran up to help. The monster turned out to be a greater opponent than expected – it tore through the downed twin’s armor with exceptional ease, and did not appear to be affected by the damage caused by the other. Fighting the beast was obviously a bad idea. Andrei’s plan was to distract the creature while Mischa and the uninjured twin helped their fallen brother up and got away. The eldest brother, of course, refused to listen to reason and continued to hack and slash at the monster. Andrei lost his temper and yelled at his brother, who yelled back in turn.

The beast seemed to notice this distraction, as it turned and made a sudden leap at one of the brothers, swatting the other aside like a fly. The monster ran off with a screaming, twitching body clamped in its jaws, leaving the remaining siblings in horror. None of them were in the state to follow it, and doing so would’ve been suicide. Mischa did what she could for her brothers, which wasn’t much, especially compared to what Andrei was capable of. Said brother had taken a powerful blow to the head, and did not live through the night. The other was also badly injured, but salvageable. Bits and pieces of the other twin were later found in a cave by more experienced adventurers who later took on a quest to kill the monster.

That was a hard year for Mischa, who had somehow found herself to be the blame for the deaths of her brothers. It was done in anger and grief by the remaining twin, as well as her father, but her mother was rational enough to realize Mischa was blameless. Mischa came out of the incident unscathed – a fact that her brother refused to let her live down. He claimed she didn’t do what she could to help him; which would not have been much, either way. She was a medic, and one with minimum healing abilities, at that.

She did her best to ignore his ranting, and did so for a good five minutes before slinging insults back at him. Both were hurting, but were unable to comfort or understand each other. It didn’t take very long for their arguments to turn physical, and had they had the opportunity, would’ve killed each other. Mischa chose to be the adult and ended the agreement for good – by cutting all ties with her family. It wasn’t a difficult feat. She wasn’t close to her parents, and with the only brother she could tolerate gone, there was nothing for her to stick around for. She wasted no time in packing up and leaving. She had better experiences as a medic during her journey, but was reluctant to treat her associates as anything but.

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i will make use of these weapons of war

ROLE | Healer

WEAPONS | Staff

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| face-claim; [size=4]✪[/size] HETALIA | FEM PRUSSIA | MISCHA VOLKOV
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