Charlotte Vladislavovich

**Note: This is not a canon novel character :)**

**Charlotte Vladislavovich** is a Russo-American soldier and sniper currently aligned with the **Collective Security Treaty Organization (CSTO)**. Born in 2038 as the result of a love affair between an American girl and a Russian soldier, Charlotte rapidly took on more of a liking to her father. She was shooting rifles by the time she was seven or eight, mastering martial arts by the age of 11, and was fluent in Russian by the age of 6, due to it being her father's first language. Charlotte also became fluent in Chinese (due to her faction's association with the SCO) and Spanish, these latter two she taught herself. Joining the Russian Armed Forces at the age of 16, she has developed excellence in the field of sharpshooting. As of 2063 she is 25 years old.

## Early Life

Charlotte Anastasia Vladislavovich was born as the love child of Dmitryev Vladislavovich and his lover, Anna. She was born on December 14, 2038 in Valparaiso, in Northern Indiana. Her name was a combination of both Russian and American names, which was of bitter dispute by her parents. Growing up the cold inhospitable wasteland, she was taught Russian by her father so it was easier to communicate with some of the locals, given that Valparaiso was held by CSTO forces. From a very young age, Charlotte herself idolized the Russian people, state and military, and was drawn more towards the action packed stories told by her father and his exploits, rather than the quiet, secluded life enjoyed by her more American mother.

### The Lion and the Mouse

When Charlotte was seven, her father began teaching her the ins and outs of shooting rifles, and within months, the little girl was accompanying her father on hunts into the forests and fields to gather food. With this early training in firearm handling and usage, it was no wonder that she would later become excellent in training. Her ability with a rifle even surprised her own father, and she was able to pin down and take out roaming deer from over 200 yards away, without the usage of an optic. She was unnaturally precise, and Charlotte was able to become the primary hunter for her family as she grew older. Charlotte would often envision herself as a lion hunting mice when she was out and about, and remarked how she felt much more comfortable and natural with a rifle in her hands then anything else. By the time she was ten, she was cleaning and inspecting each individual compartment of her favorite hunting rifle, and could name every single component if you asked her, as well as the statistics of the magazines and bullets used.

### The Linguist & Academic

Charlotte was also intrinsically entranced by the art of language. While she was raised as bilingual in English and Russian by her parents, and often spoke in each frequently depending on the parent she was talking about. However, she wasn't content with just these two. Given her father was aligned with the CSTO, which was a close ally of the SCO, when she was twelve, Charlotte began teaching herself Mandarin Chinese. She did this by using textbooks and books from the old university, long since abandoned. While learning Mandarin, she also began learning Spanish, another language she found fascinating.

Charlotte would spend three years learning these languages, frequently visiting the university classrooms and libraries and by the time she was fifteen, she was fluent in Russian, English, Mandarin Chinese and Spanish. However, her aimless hours of wandering the libraries, and halls of the cold and empty university also drilled into her a sense of curiosity in regards to learning. She found herself reading every book she could get her hands on, regardless of length, language or genre. By the time she would be sixteen, Charlotte was an incredibly well read and well written young woman, sharp and intelligent. But there was soon something else calling to her, nagging at the back of her mind, and something she had been dreaming of for years. She dreamed of being with others who thought like her, dreamed like her, and fought for what they believed like her.

The Armed Forces.

## The Little Soldier

When she was sixteen, she vanished from her family home and farm without a trace. At first her mother and father presumed she had gone off to the university again. But she didn't come home. In fact, Charlotte had run off to join the Russian Army. When she showed up at the recruitment station, she was laughed at. She was 5 inches short of the 5'7 height requirements and 40 pounds short of the weight requirements. She lied about her age, saying she was eighteen and was determined she was fit to serve. She fought tooth and nail to even be allowed to perform the testing exercises. She managed to win them over long enough to do the 25 pull-ups, 90 push-ups, 100 crunches in simultaneous order. She ran the 100 meter sprint in 10.6 seconds, to the shock of the recruiters, the 3 km cross country run in 10 minutes and 24 seconds, and successfully won three hand to hand combat fights, each lasting 3 minutes. Her physical aptitude surprised the recruiters, and she was reluctantly allowed to go to a doctor and receive a physical. She was cleared to serve, and was moved on to basic training.

Charlotte successfully completed her four month basic training and moved forward. It is likely her CO's knew she was under 18, but decided against confronting her about it, as soldiers were in short supply, but high demand. Her proficiency with a rifle was highly marveled and after a number of missions against nearby raiders and bandits she received a promotion.

She served and completed her missions without fail, and she developed a personality fit for a true soldier. She was cold, unempathetic and strong minded. She would use whatever means were necessary to complete a mission issued by her commanding officer. Promotions came with ease until she reached the level of corporal when she was nineteen. From this point onwards, Charlotte would refuse promotion, as she did not desire to lead squads, or troops. She found no glory in being an officer, as all the action was on the ground. To this day, Charlotte Vladislavovich is a corporal in the Russian Army, though in theory she could be qualified for a far higher rank.

It was a quiet few years. and Charlotte entered a steady routine that she drilled into her head. She even developed a romantic relationship with another soldier, which they kept under wraps just in case to prevent word from spilling out. As her skills were sharpened with field advantages, she soon became a designated sniper and sharpshooter, which she excels at. She carries in her mind a specific list of tactics and skills which she implements at a moments notice. However, if needed, she was used as a standard ground infantryman. She was warm, welcoming and actually carried a light-hearted personality outside of combat or on missions. But all it took was one wrong move, and one night to completely change her.

### November 28, 2059

The mission was to eliminate a bandit hub which had been harassing traders and locals under Russian control. Charlotte was dispatched with 21 other soldiers, including her partner. The mission saw the team enter the hub and began eliminating the targets they had been issued orders to eliminate. The Russians had successfully accomplished their tasks and were preparing to exfiltrate via chopper when an RPG struck the chopper and destroyed it. Raiders and bandits emerged from the nearby woods in a vicious ambush, which saw 17 of the Russian soldiers killed, the rest bleeding out in the powder white snow. The only one relatively unharmed was Charlotte, perhaps just by pure luck.

She tried to bandage up her partner desperately, but he had taken several shots to the chest and stomach... and he died in her arms, telling her how much he loved her, and wished they could have gotten married and had children once the war was over. The bandits would capture the remaining 3 Russians, including Charlotte.

That night after failing to interrogate two of the Russians, they executed them. That left Charlotte alone with the bandits. They tried to interrogate her, and when that failed, they bound her... and assaulted her throughout the next several hours. Over and over she endured the torture and torment they put her through. When they were finally done, all having satisficed themselves upon her broken body, one of them pulled out a handgun... and shot her in the face. They walked away.

It was the last thing they ever did.

See, Charlotte Vladislavovich survived that gunshot to the face. The bullet had entered between her left eye and nose, but was fired at an angle that it missed her skull and brain, but exited out the back of her throat. The chance of survival in this case was 1 in 1.3 billion. But she survived. She managed to collect herself, perhaps purely with adrenaline, and rage. She went on a vengeful rampage over the next hour.

She massacred every bandit. She shot them dead, she used her trusty rifle to blow golf ball size holes through their heads, as a club to break their faces in. She used her combat knife to slash their throats or disembowel them. She used the grenade on her belt, shoving it down one of their throats and detonating it. By the time she was done, her uniform was covered in so much blood you couldn't even tell what faction she belonged to. The Rossi Flag was drenched in blood, her body covered in gore, the innards of those she had so ruthlessly killed. The bandits had gathered up the corpses of her brothers and sisters in arms, her friends, her family, in a way, and were going to start burning them before she interrupted them. She dragged them together, sat down on a rickety log, and smoked a cigarette.

When backup arrived, and saw everyone but her was dead, they were horrified and confused. Then they saw the young corporal, surrounded by dozens of corpses, half her face torn off, her body drenched in blood and gore, her uniform stained, they had no idea how to properly react. They evacuated the corporal and her dead friends, and brought them back to the nearby outpost, where she passed out and was nursed back to health.

### A Soldier Changed

After she recovered, and was debriefed, she refused to elaborate on the full events of the night, refusing to allow herself to be discharged. Her warm and charming personality was gone. She was no longer welcoming and inviting. She was cold, empty, devoid of emotion towards others. See, while that bullet hadn't killed her, it had shattered what made Charlotte Vladislavovich... well... Charlotte Vladislavovich. She threw herself into her duty, and refused to work with others unless absolutely necessary. She refuses to fall for another person romantically-not after the death of her partner. The scars may have healed physically, but they remained ingrained in her mind. November 28, 2059 was forever blazed into her mind.

She didn't think twice before shooting a bandit dead. They weren't people to her anymore. They were savages and brutes who's only purpose was to kill, hurt people, then die. She followed her mission objectives to a tee. She would spend days at a time on these missions, not allowing a single mistake which could get her killed. She will terminate someone without hesitation, and she would rather kill herself then face her superiors in failure. To her, failure and surrender is more shameful then suicide.