Player: Voiceless

Character Name: Irena Dolvich

Age: 28

Sex: Female

Species: Timber wolf/polar bear

Height/Weight: 6'2"  188lbs

Social Status: Uniclass

Physical Description: Standing as tall as many a purebred male, Irena Dolvich is a prime example of UniClass superiority. Short black hair hangs barely to her cheekbones, occasionally brushing across the rims of her ever present coal black spectacles, wich would never be removed to reveal icy blue eyes that were eerily pale. Sporting the stocky jaw of her ursine heritage and the large pointed ears of lupine heritage, her form was a fair mix of the two. Her shoulders and arms were heavy for a female, and legs were sturdy. The massive northern hybrid kept her form draped in long draped robes, long sleeves, and a collar that was akin to priestly rainments. Beneath those garbs of thick gunmetal grey canvas was heavy armour. Matte black and supported with gel-packs. It wasnt ministry standard, but then no one likes to wear their uniform after work. Her hands were clad in black fingerless gloves, and beneath the edge of those robes were calf high steel toed combat boots, shined to a mirror finish. As she walks, it would be impossible to miss the all too obvious bulge of her sidearm, on her whether she is on or off duty. Physically, Irena Dolvich was in amazing physical shape. Beneath her ghostly grey fur her muscles were honed by a fanatic devotion. The curves she  worked so hard for however would never be glimpsed, as the hybrid was always careful to keep herself covered, her back dominated by a huge scar up her spine and across her shoulder blades in the shape of a cross.

Background: Much to the pride of her parents, Irena joined the ministry at the age of seventeen, proud to be deployed to the Colonies to fight for their right for a peaceful future. That girl, whose eyes were wellsprings of hope was nothing more than ghost to Irena. Watching comrades killed in the line of duty, her desire for a peaceful future was slowly killed. Irena was gifted in combat and command, issuing orders that were exacting, If a bit heavyhanded. She was leading her platoon through a fuel reservoir when the Colonists launched their ambush. Unprepared to fight in melee, and unable to use their weapons in close proximity to the fuel, the loss was devestating. A frantic call for backup was the last transmission from her sqad. By the time the support unit arrived with proper gel ammunition, there was only one survivor; squad leader Irena Dolvich surrounded by purebreads in a greasy smear. She died twice on the table before she was finally stablized with invasive surgery to drain internal bleeding and replace bones crushed beyond repair with alloy replacements. It was there in the hospital that she saw the aftermath of the terrorist attack in the MidCity, her parents one of the few UniClass casualties. Further still was she infuriated as she watched the press release of Operation Boreas, frustrated tears in her eyes as revenge was taken from her. What left that hospital room was distinctly different. Racist. Cold. Brutally efficient. Whatever it was, the Ministry embraced it with open arms.

Personality: Irena was never seen without a smile that bore no friendliness whatsoever. She carries out her protocol in a straight to the point answer, calculating the outcome with a mind as sharp as her physical body. The result of that calculation would then be passed through several filters of pure racisim and hate-based propaganda before the final result would be submitted. Irena has a notorious reputation for defending herself in pursuit of the law, and "official" reprimands have been submitted for the public execution style shooting of a purebred in the MidCity. For such reasons, many outer classers on her patroll would rather accept being wronged than seek legal protection.

Weapons/Equipment: Irena is never seen without her faithfull 13mm Casull sidearm. Magazines range from typical slugs to AP, but most often are blooming hollowpoints, as most outer classer can't afford body armour sufficient to prevent a lethal shot.
She also keeps a tactical knife between her shoulderblades and a smaller sidearm strapped to her ankle, a .45 automag.