Name: Nitalya Narros
At birth: Naida Kuznetsov

Gender: Female

Age: 29 (Born December 17, 1978)

Place of Birth: Moscow, Soviet Russia

Species: Mortal.

Appearance: at first glance Nitalya is not much different than the average Russian woman. She stands 5'7" with slender longer legs making up most of it. The rest of her body is just as slender, though she does have a slight hourglass figure and size B bust. Her eyes take on the tattle shape of almond, while her "virgin" skin is fair and pale. Nitalya's hair is naturally blonde though she has recently been dying it a deep red wine color. It is worn shoulder length and is usually free, though when at work she ties it back in loose buns and ponytails. If one was to look closer or by chance find her naked they would notice her "flaws". Her wrists are marred by jagged scars from failed attempts to take her life. She also has two faint scars from bullet wounds on her lower back that she tries to cover with a tattoo of two winged wolves with a Celtic heart.

Her Tattoo

Wardrobe: Nitalya normally sports a pair of oval sunglasses, when not in use they can be found rest on her head or in her lab coat. She will normally have gloves on partially to cover her wrist; they will be either leather or latex. She favors pale colors for her blouses, and dark colors for her pants. It is rare to find her in bright or rich colored fabrics. She also rarely dresses to impress or is found in a dress or skirt. During the colder months she is almost always found wearing a black trench coat. [Work] While at work in the hospital she can be found in anything from scrubs and tennis shoes to black slacks, a cotton shirt, lab coat and heels/boots. ["Play"] When she is not at work she can be found in tank tops to turtle necks counting on the weather. Nitalya is almost always in pants for some kind since she finds it hard to ride her motorcycle without them. She also favors boots for that reason.

Her Motorcycle

History: *sources from Wikipedia*

On a moonless night Nitalya sits on one of the many benches in Cedarwood Park looking out with half glazed eyes at the empty duck pond. In her left hand she holds a half empty bottle of Vodka which she rises every so often to her lips for a drink. Talking to the empty world around for the last hour she starts a new tale this one closer to home than the last. Her once weak Russian accent becomes prominent as she starts.

I was not always called Nitalya. No, I was once Naida Kuznetsov proud daughter of Boris and Alesha, though that was in another life when my parents were alive, and I still lived in Mother Russia. I don’t remember much form my early years except that my parents worked for the Red Army back then. Though I don’t know to this day what they did since it was never spoken of in our house. They were never home much, or at least not at the same time. It got worst after I turned 3 yrs old, they would both be gone for weeks at a time leaving me in the care of a government appoint “nanny”. pausing as she lift the bottle to her drying lips, and drinks enough to wet them again. She licks her lips as the bottle is placed back on the bench before she continues.

I must admit my youth was not a bad one compared to the most, I was kept feed, clothed and was thought to be loved by my parents. Once in school I did my best to make them proud, which did not take long when I proved to be an avid learner. I seemed to soak in knowledge as a sponge did with water, though that was all I did. I did not go play, have friends, or waste time by any means, I had standards to meet and surpass. That was most of my life from the time I entered school until I graduated from my secondary education institute in 1992.

When I was 13 the Soviet Union fell shaking my fundamental beliefs in my country, and my family. For the first time in months my parents were home, though it was not like before. They argued about everything, no matter how insignificant, it would go on for hours at a time until one or both would hit the bottle and pass out. To my relief they never became physical at least in front of me, though I had seen fresh bruises on both of them. Life was hard then though I did the only thing I knew to do, and that was keep at my studies. pausing again she lifts the bottle to her lips this time taking in a mouthful, before setting the bottle back down and continuing.

There was building tension with Chechnya and the military knew they needed able bodies. In 1993 I was admitted to the Russian Ground Forces and sent to the Kuybyshev Military Medical Academy. I was 14 years old and was one of the youngest solders enlisted. I was training to be a field medic and a general doctor since they would be in high demand with a possible war on their hands. For about the next year and a half I was drilled by my professors until my action became second nature. I was trained to go days without sleep and still perform my tasks without flaw, for on the battle field there were no second chances to save lives.

I was assigned to the 131st 'Maikop' Motor Rifle Brigade in preparation for their assault on the Grozny's central railway station come December 31. I don’t remember much from that battle other than the sound of bullets, screams, blood; we were out numbered and slaughtered. I was one of the few from my unit to make it back to our HQ alive; there was less than 250 of us out of the 1000 we started with. One the adrenaline was no longer coursing through my veins I cracked from exhaustion, and the sheer experience of watching so many die. I was a medic, but could not save any of them. That night the nightmares started, I woke up many times in a cold sweat. Over the next 2 months I tried to kill myself 3 times, but as you can see I failed.

In March of 1995 I deserted my post, and my country, due to the fact of not being able to bear to look at my fellow country men anymore. I fled to England in hopes of finding sanctuary, since I would now be wanted as a deserter in Russia. In England I was able to get help I was given a life, complete with the name Nitalya Narros, and medicine for my nightmare. Of course it was not free; I had to give them information. I am now a traitor to my country, never to be allowed to step foot on the ground I was born on. pausing she lifts the bottle to her lips taking in another mouthful of Vodka, before setting the bottle back down and continuing.

In 1999 I decided to move to Canada, and once again try to save lives. It did not take much to be accepted into the Royal College of Physicians and Surgeons of Canada since I had training before. While there I truly started to life, for the first time I made friends and partied. I learned English and French while getting training in Emergency medicine. I graduated the program in 2006 and moved to here, Demaitre, Canada. I have been working at the Mercy Hospital for almost 2 years now, and have finally saved lives. I had hope that the nightmares would stop as I save lives of others, though they still remain to haunt me. Stopping she lifts the bottle to her lips this time drinking it dry, then standing she walks away into the night.