Post by Pollyania on Apr 13, 2016 17:48:32 GMT -5
Name:
Pollyania Wainsburg
Race:
Vartian
Age:
33
Birthplace:
Rhi, Ostonberry
Allegiance:
Second Vartian Empire
Status:
Duchess
Rank:
Major
Height/Weight:
Four foot three
Appearance:
Polly is slender with a thin athletic frame. She has bright curly ginger hair which flows down to her shoulders, with piercing blue eyes. Her skin is a very pale white, common among Vartians whose fatigues who keep most of their skin covered, in theory this is to protection against chemicals. She only wears her medals and campaign ribbons when she is forced to for formal events. Her uniform is distinctly messy by Vartian standards, though she neatens it up when she is on duty to show the proper example to the soldiers beneath her.
Personality:
An avid reader, Pollyania is often all to eager to explain the story of her name. Neither of her parents cared much for books that possessed little to do with either military history or military theory. However, both held onto one exception to this rule, they both enjoyed the Pollyania Chronicles, a fictitious set of stories following the events of Commander Pollyania Titus as she fights to protect the Second Vartian Empire from insidious threats and make it back in time for tea. They were the only fiction novels her parents ever read.
Polly prefers to be rather informal, she enjoys being addressed by nickname instead of her rank, title or hero name. She is distinctly un-Vartian in her lack of respect towards the Vartian Military and everything it stands for, though respectful of the dead and wounded, her uniform is normally a mess and hair over regulation length in comparison to her fellows. This is because she believes the overly martial focus of her people to be a negative one long term, for it leaves them isolated, without allies and surrounded by enemies and species unwilling to be their allies.
She struggles to cope with the horrors of war, finding ways to manage with the difficulties present by war through a mixture of alcohol consumption, playing pranks and being a bit of a joker in the possession of a strong, if queer sense of humour. She is a woman of conscience who tries to maintain some amount of Vartianess and decency in the chaotic world of a Vartian M.A.S.H unit. She is seen by many to be overly flirtatious as well as incredibly romantic. Polly has had a few romantic entanglements but most of those occurred during a period of intense stress, swiftly ending a few weeks later for one reason or another. She oddly finds the concept of true love to be complete nonsense.
A few see her as little more than a sardonic goofball, who attempts at social change will only lead to further trouble later on. Polly suffers from a phobia of deep water for she almost drowned during an amphibious training session at the age of elven and claustrophobia, though the latter came to be from spending too long cooped up in the narrow confines of a Vartian Warship.
She has a strange habit of always smelling her books, whether new or old before she opens them.
Unlike many Vartians, Polly is not in the slightest bit xenophobic, indeed some of her fellows accuse her of being a Xeno Lover. A deeply derogatory term, however it is only spoken behind her back due to the Angel's record of saving countless lives during the Drun War. Her attitude towards aliens is deeply unpopular with many members in the Chamber, but it has left her often with the honour of being a diplomat to meet with various aliens to discuss political matters.
Polly herself is a kind, gentle woman, a crack shot with the pistol and incredibly honest. She is very friendly, deeply compassionate, she hates seeing others suffer when she is capable of doing something to prevent it. She is an excellent surgeon, one of the best in the Second Vartian Empire. She is incredibly humble and is in truth deeply embarrassed by the fame caused by her actions. Polly loves poetry, Vartian Tea and long walks in the countryside. Supremely intelligent, she finds the discrimination towards aliens to be illogical and unwise.
Ships/Vehicles:
None
Equipment:
Stats:
Strength -
Below Average
Agility -
Above Average
Intelligence -
Superior
Charisma -
Above Average
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Other Training:
Biography:
Major Pollyania Wainsburg, usually shortened to Polly, but better known as the 'Angel of Rhi.' She was awarded the Order of the God Queen for her actions during the Battle for Rhi. She performed 147 operations at a Vartian M.A.S.H (Mobile Army Surgical Hospital) in 48 hours. Polly saved all but five of those lives, earning herself the heroic name Angel of Rhi. She had the highest success rate out of all of the Vartian Doctors operating in the theatre. She has saved the lives of many casualties as she served on numerous battlefronts, in her words 'and in far too many wars'.
Polly attended the Gorrsonberry Academy, a prestigious institute, infamous for its brutal training regime. Students were awoke at five in the morning with lessons continuing till seven at night, seven days a week with the exception of holidays or great military victories. She forged many friendship, yet preferred to disappear into numerous books from a young age. Polly's closest friend was a Vartian named Hector Abernathen, a natural warrior and born leader of Vartians. He was unfortunately doomed to not survive the Durn War, being killed holding a bunker during the second year of the war. Early on her instructors noticed that Polly possessed a natural talent for medicine. She decided to focus on becoming an army doctor following graduation. At the age of eighteen, the relative peace she endured was forever shattered by the outbreak of war. Rhi, an outer colony of the Second Vartian Empire suddenly found itself the target of a savage alien invasion.
The Drun War so called after the primitive alien species who launched an utterly unprovoked assault against the beautiful colony. Despite fierce resistance, the aliens managed to force landfall on the planet, leading to what would become a twelve year long war. It would finally come to an end following Vartian victory and the Drun surrender at the Battle of Shredded Flags.
Polly eighteen at the time, only recently a Captain found herself deployed to the 79th Imperial Vartian M.A.S.H. There she rapidly discovered the chaotic horror of wars, Drun weapons inflicted terrible wounds on the unfortunate Vartians. Polly initially struggled to cope, but the Doctor Alane Codonem took the fresh doctor under his wing, teaching her the ropes, as well as helping her to cope with the grim reality of wars. The Drun War ranked among the most brutal of recent conflicts the Vartians had faced. An unwelcome side effect of eventually Vartian victory happened to be in a increase in xenophobia amongst the general population. Polly at first was also guilty of this feeling, though largely whilst in the war, until she witnessed the actions of the aliens forced to serve the Vartians as stretcher bearers and orderlies. Roles many believed unworthy of aliens, yet due to demand for troops, they were tolerated.
Alane, became more than just a fellow officer, being a Major, but a dear friend. One whose unfortunate as well as preventable death during the eleventh year of the war tormented her dearly. It has been three years since the ending of the Drun War, Polly was sent to the Imperial Medical Academy on Vartia itself, to educate students there on how to cope with the stresses of live wounded rather than cadavers or the bodies of aliens. She was disgusted by the attitude of many of her fellows towards aliens as well as the deliberate use of aliens for medical practice. During the Drun War, aliens often served as stretcher bearers and orderlies in the Vartian M.A.S.H units, largely due to the demand for frontline Vartian soldiers. Seeing the excellent conduct of the aliens forever altered her perception of them. She put forth a request for better treatment of aliens, it was firmly rebuffed by her superiors, leading her increasing unpopularity with more traditional higher ranking officers. She recently found herself redeployed back to Rhi, in an attempt by her superiors to prevent the now Major from fighting for alien rights. Such an action failed to dampen her spirits, but ultimately halted her attempts from effecting any measure of social change.
Pollyania does not get on too well with her parents, General Toun Wainsburg and Commander Jona Wainsburg, both cavalry commanders of great renown. Neither approved of her choice to serve as a Doctor instead of a field surgeon (Vartian Medic) on the frontlines. They though her choice cowardly, leading to a several year long feud where the pair of them refused to speak with their only daughter. Recently, communication has resumed, following Polly's return to Rhi but largely due to her status as a hero of the Second Vartian Empire.
Her hero status is one she does not see as something which she deserves, she was doing her job and her duty. Any Vartian would. Polly hoped to never spend even a small moment in a M.A.S.H every again, but if she recieves the call to march off to war, she will go, for it is her duty to defend the Second Vartian Empire, regardless of whether or not she believes in everything it represents. It is her home, people have died to defend it, to keep it safe, the flag may be drenched in blood but it is there flag and it means something.
Something with that much meaning is worth fighting for.
Roleplay Sample:
The small frame of Pollyania Wainsburg sat in the tall dark green leather armchair facing the roaring fire. The glowing flames cast long shadows over the room, her blue eyes travelled up to the Vartian flag which hung from the walls above the fire place. She may have been sitting in her family's drawing room, but her mind was elsewhere. In her mind, she recalled the memories of the past, working in the operations room during the Drun War. The sounds, the sights, the smells all came rushing back to her.
"Scalpel." A voice echoed, her's, tired, twelve hours of meat ball surgery. Another soldier, possibly infantry but maybe cavalry. The operation passed swiftly, she barely remembered what she did even as she did it, rooting around inside a body, stitching up the wounds, removing the chaotic shrapnel. Drun Pipe Rifle round, brutal.
She closed up, yelling out for the next patient. A brief pause to dip her bloody disposable operating gloves in the sterilisation liquid. There were no more gloves to throw away after each operation, the supply situation steadily worsened with each passing moment. Next patient, shot to pieces, no response, eyes blankly staring up at the ceiling. She stared into the eyes of another dead man. She pulled the cover over his face, calling out for another patient. This process continued on for several more hours, she performed a countless number of successful operations.
Silence, thick and heavy hung over the OR. Bloodied rags lay everywhere, here or there a doctor or a nurse slumped against a wall too exhausted to move. Polly swayed at her operating table, her gloves still slick with crimson blood. A nurse, older than her, smiled weakly at her, slowly managing to remove the gloves from Polly's hands. She took a deep breath, walking out half staggering as she removed her operating gown. As she was in the process of removing it, a dreaded alarm sounded itself. "Attention! Attention! Incoming wounded!" Suppressing a sigh, she began to do her operating gown back up, suddenly the familiar voice of her commanding officer sounded. "Captain Wainsburg I am ordering you to sit this one out, you need sleep."
She turned around to see Medical Colonel Tasha Barrinmon. "Ma'am but everyone is exhausted..." Tasha raised her hand for silence.
"I do not want to hear it Wainsburg, you are not welcome back in the OR till you've at least had three hours sleep." She guided Polly to the door, handing her over toward one of the Supply Sargent's Marcel Tan who took her to her bunk. As soon as Marcel shut the door, Polly fell asleep on her bed.
With that her thoughts returned to the present. Quietly, she took a sip of now cold Vartian Tea, wincing at the cold taste. Tea should only be served as hot. She had not seen the familiar patch of dirt which marked out the home of 79th M.A.S.H since the day the war officially ended. She could recall the war perfectly, or at the very least her patch of the war, the faces, the memories, the... Polly stared up at the flag, she had seen too many of those draped over coffins as they were being taken away in the back of wagons.
Pollyania Wainsburg
Race:
Vartian
Age:
33
Birthplace:
Rhi, Ostonberry
Allegiance:
Second Vartian Empire
Status:
Duchess
Rank:
Major
Height/Weight:
Four foot three
Appearance:
Polly is slender with a thin athletic frame. She has bright curly ginger hair which flows down to her shoulders, with piercing blue eyes. Her skin is a very pale white, common among Vartians whose fatigues who keep most of their skin covered, in theory this is to protection against chemicals. She only wears her medals and campaign ribbons when she is forced to for formal events. Her uniform is distinctly messy by Vartian standards, though she neatens it up when she is on duty to show the proper example to the soldiers beneath her.
Personality:
An avid reader, Pollyania is often all to eager to explain the story of her name. Neither of her parents cared much for books that possessed little to do with either military history or military theory. However, both held onto one exception to this rule, they both enjoyed the Pollyania Chronicles, a fictitious set of stories following the events of Commander Pollyania Titus as she fights to protect the Second Vartian Empire from insidious threats and make it back in time for tea. They were the only fiction novels her parents ever read.
Polly prefers to be rather informal, she enjoys being addressed by nickname instead of her rank, title or hero name. She is distinctly un-Vartian in her lack of respect towards the Vartian Military and everything it stands for, though respectful of the dead and wounded, her uniform is normally a mess and hair over regulation length in comparison to her fellows. This is because she believes the overly martial focus of her people to be a negative one long term, for it leaves them isolated, without allies and surrounded by enemies and species unwilling to be their allies.
She struggles to cope with the horrors of war, finding ways to manage with the difficulties present by war through a mixture of alcohol consumption, playing pranks and being a bit of a joker in the possession of a strong, if queer sense of humour. She is a woman of conscience who tries to maintain some amount of Vartianess and decency in the chaotic world of a Vartian M.A.S.H unit. She is seen by many to be overly flirtatious as well as incredibly romantic. Polly has had a few romantic entanglements but most of those occurred during a period of intense stress, swiftly ending a few weeks later for one reason or another. She oddly finds the concept of true love to be complete nonsense.
A few see her as little more than a sardonic goofball, who attempts at social change will only lead to further trouble later on. Polly suffers from a phobia of deep water for she almost drowned during an amphibious training session at the age of elven and claustrophobia, though the latter came to be from spending too long cooped up in the narrow confines of a Vartian Warship.
She has a strange habit of always smelling her books, whether new or old before she opens them.
Unlike many Vartians, Polly is not in the slightest bit xenophobic, indeed some of her fellows accuse her of being a Xeno Lover. A deeply derogatory term, however it is only spoken behind her back due to the Angel's record of saving countless lives during the Drun War. Her attitude towards aliens is deeply unpopular with many members in the Chamber, but it has left her often with the honour of being a diplomat to meet with various aliens to discuss political matters.
Polly herself is a kind, gentle woman, a crack shot with the pistol and incredibly honest. She is very friendly, deeply compassionate, she hates seeing others suffer when she is capable of doing something to prevent it. She is an excellent surgeon, one of the best in the Second Vartian Empire. She is incredibly humble and is in truth deeply embarrassed by the fame caused by her actions. Polly loves poetry, Vartian Tea and long walks in the countryside. Supremely intelligent, she finds the discrimination towards aliens to be illogical and unwise.
Ships/Vehicles:
None
Equipment:
- Vartian Model XI Service Revolver
- Survivor Pattern MK II Helmet
- Winsterton Mk V Gasmask
- Vartian Model III Officer Sword.
- Vartian Officer's Dress Uniform
- Vartian Officer's Fatigues (standard pattern: Khaki)
Stats:
Strength -
Below Average
Agility -
Above Average
Intelligence -
Superior
Charisma -
Above Average
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
- Trench Warfare: Adept
- Rifle: Adept
- Pistols: Expert
- Knives: Apprentice
- Sword: Adept
- Vai Mon Wia (Vartian Self Defence Martial Arts) Adept
Other Training:
- Medical training (Master)
- Selvonia rider (Apprentice)
Biography:
Major Pollyania Wainsburg, usually shortened to Polly, but better known as the 'Angel of Rhi.' She was awarded the Order of the God Queen for her actions during the Battle for Rhi. She performed 147 operations at a Vartian M.A.S.H (Mobile Army Surgical Hospital) in 48 hours. Polly saved all but five of those lives, earning herself the heroic name Angel of Rhi. She had the highest success rate out of all of the Vartian Doctors operating in the theatre. She has saved the lives of many casualties as she served on numerous battlefronts, in her words 'and in far too many wars'.
Polly attended the Gorrsonberry Academy, a prestigious institute, infamous for its brutal training regime. Students were awoke at five in the morning with lessons continuing till seven at night, seven days a week with the exception of holidays or great military victories. She forged many friendship, yet preferred to disappear into numerous books from a young age. Polly's closest friend was a Vartian named Hector Abernathen, a natural warrior and born leader of Vartians. He was unfortunately doomed to not survive the Durn War, being killed holding a bunker during the second year of the war. Early on her instructors noticed that Polly possessed a natural talent for medicine. She decided to focus on becoming an army doctor following graduation. At the age of eighteen, the relative peace she endured was forever shattered by the outbreak of war. Rhi, an outer colony of the Second Vartian Empire suddenly found itself the target of a savage alien invasion.
The Drun War so called after the primitive alien species who launched an utterly unprovoked assault against the beautiful colony. Despite fierce resistance, the aliens managed to force landfall on the planet, leading to what would become a twelve year long war. It would finally come to an end following Vartian victory and the Drun surrender at the Battle of Shredded Flags.
Polly eighteen at the time, only recently a Captain found herself deployed to the 79th Imperial Vartian M.A.S.H. There she rapidly discovered the chaotic horror of wars, Drun weapons inflicted terrible wounds on the unfortunate Vartians. Polly initially struggled to cope, but the Doctor Alane Codonem took the fresh doctor under his wing, teaching her the ropes, as well as helping her to cope with the grim reality of wars. The Drun War ranked among the most brutal of recent conflicts the Vartians had faced. An unwelcome side effect of eventually Vartian victory happened to be in a increase in xenophobia amongst the general population. Polly at first was also guilty of this feeling, though largely whilst in the war, until she witnessed the actions of the aliens forced to serve the Vartians as stretcher bearers and orderlies. Roles many believed unworthy of aliens, yet due to demand for troops, they were tolerated.
Alane, became more than just a fellow officer, being a Major, but a dear friend. One whose unfortunate as well as preventable death during the eleventh year of the war tormented her dearly. It has been three years since the ending of the Drun War, Polly was sent to the Imperial Medical Academy on Vartia itself, to educate students there on how to cope with the stresses of live wounded rather than cadavers or the bodies of aliens. She was disgusted by the attitude of many of her fellows towards aliens as well as the deliberate use of aliens for medical practice. During the Drun War, aliens often served as stretcher bearers and orderlies in the Vartian M.A.S.H units, largely due to the demand for frontline Vartian soldiers. Seeing the excellent conduct of the aliens forever altered her perception of them. She put forth a request for better treatment of aliens, it was firmly rebuffed by her superiors, leading her increasing unpopularity with more traditional higher ranking officers. She recently found herself redeployed back to Rhi, in an attempt by her superiors to prevent the now Major from fighting for alien rights. Such an action failed to dampen her spirits, but ultimately halted her attempts from effecting any measure of social change.
Pollyania does not get on too well with her parents, General Toun Wainsburg and Commander Jona Wainsburg, both cavalry commanders of great renown. Neither approved of her choice to serve as a Doctor instead of a field surgeon (Vartian Medic) on the frontlines. They though her choice cowardly, leading to a several year long feud where the pair of them refused to speak with their only daughter. Recently, communication has resumed, following Polly's return to Rhi but largely due to her status as a hero of the Second Vartian Empire.
Her hero status is one she does not see as something which she deserves, she was doing her job and her duty. Any Vartian would. Polly hoped to never spend even a small moment in a M.A.S.H every again, but if she recieves the call to march off to war, she will go, for it is her duty to defend the Second Vartian Empire, regardless of whether or not she believes in everything it represents. It is her home, people have died to defend it, to keep it safe, the flag may be drenched in blood but it is there flag and it means something.
Something with that much meaning is worth fighting for.
Roleplay Sample:
The small frame of Pollyania Wainsburg sat in the tall dark green leather armchair facing the roaring fire. The glowing flames cast long shadows over the room, her blue eyes travelled up to the Vartian flag which hung from the walls above the fire place. She may have been sitting in her family's drawing room, but her mind was elsewhere. In her mind, she recalled the memories of the past, working in the operations room during the Drun War. The sounds, the sights, the smells all came rushing back to her.
"Scalpel." A voice echoed, her's, tired, twelve hours of meat ball surgery. Another soldier, possibly infantry but maybe cavalry. The operation passed swiftly, she barely remembered what she did even as she did it, rooting around inside a body, stitching up the wounds, removing the chaotic shrapnel. Drun Pipe Rifle round, brutal.
She closed up, yelling out for the next patient. A brief pause to dip her bloody disposable operating gloves in the sterilisation liquid. There were no more gloves to throw away after each operation, the supply situation steadily worsened with each passing moment. Next patient, shot to pieces, no response, eyes blankly staring up at the ceiling. She stared into the eyes of another dead man. She pulled the cover over his face, calling out for another patient. This process continued on for several more hours, she performed a countless number of successful operations.
Silence, thick and heavy hung over the OR. Bloodied rags lay everywhere, here or there a doctor or a nurse slumped against a wall too exhausted to move. Polly swayed at her operating table, her gloves still slick with crimson blood. A nurse, older than her, smiled weakly at her, slowly managing to remove the gloves from Polly's hands. She took a deep breath, walking out half staggering as she removed her operating gown. As she was in the process of removing it, a dreaded alarm sounded itself. "Attention! Attention! Incoming wounded!" Suppressing a sigh, she began to do her operating gown back up, suddenly the familiar voice of her commanding officer sounded. "Captain Wainsburg I am ordering you to sit this one out, you need sleep."
She turned around to see Medical Colonel Tasha Barrinmon. "Ma'am but everyone is exhausted..." Tasha raised her hand for silence.
"I do not want to hear it Wainsburg, you are not welcome back in the OR till you've at least had three hours sleep." She guided Polly to the door, handing her over toward one of the Supply Sargent's Marcel Tan who took her to her bunk. As soon as Marcel shut the door, Polly fell asleep on her bed.
With that her thoughts returned to the present. Quietly, she took a sip of now cold Vartian Tea, wincing at the cold taste. Tea should only be served as hot. She had not seen the familiar patch of dirt which marked out the home of 79th M.A.S.H since the day the war officially ended. She could recall the war perfectly, or at the very least her patch of the war, the faces, the memories, the... Polly stared up at the flag, she had seen too many of those draped over coffins as they were being taken away in the back of wagons.