Nadia Clark

## Appearance

Eyes- Blue/green

Hair- Brown

Skin Tone- Fair

No notable features/defining traits

## Combat

Experience- Minimal; experienced medical professional (expertise currently unnecessary as noone is dying…). Nadia was an ER Trauma doctor, so her experience is with people on the brink of death, or dying. Her position in the six months since the last confirmed death has left her unemployed and without solid purpose.

Magical Class- None.

Abilities- Her abilities are mostly human. She is educated, questioning of current events, and her background in medicine drives her to uncover the truth behind the event unfolding for humanity. Child of a military family, she also has a general understanding of basic combative and survival techniques.

## Personality

Nadia is cautious by nature, but curious to a fault. She will pry for answers where none can seemingly be found and work diligently to uncover any truth she believes might exist. Where she once emerged herself completely into her work as a trauma MD, she is now without real purpose and must seek to find a new place in a world without death. She comes off as unapproachable, cold and calculated, but one may catch a glimpse of the fear that envelops her in current times if they examine close enough.

## History

Her entire path was laid out before her at an early age. The only child to parents both with esteemed military backgrounds in classified medical research branches guided her directly to a career in medicine herself. While she was never military, she did harbor the ideologies of the military mindset, where survival was priority above all.

Her parents harbored the same, though it proved futile, as they were found dead at their estate when Nadia was barely a teenager. After the discovery of her parents’ corpses, she was sent to spend the rest of her youth with her estranged great grandmother.

The elderly woman's care for Nadia held no likeness to her upbringing at home. Marinda Clark was whimsical, mysterious, and what Nadia, in her younger years, could only explain as “like a witch from the movies” she sometimes saw as a child. The idea of her grandmother being less human than her parent spiraled her into withdrawal and suspicious. Though there was no distrust and no doubt she was very loved by Marinda, Nadia emancipated herself at seventeen and used her parents severance funds to put herself through secondary education.

Once she completed medical school she spent her time isolated and solely focused on her career. She was content. She was focused and had purpose. Then, one year to the day of graduation… that’s when it happened.

Nadia, in a rush to get to her shift at the local emergency room, took a shortcut to work in the late hours of the evening. Her shift began at midnight. It was 11:56 PM. She had four minutes…. So she cut down the alley the shaved two blocks off her walk. It was dark and she was uncertain. Rightfully so… A man approached quickly from behind and pressed the cold steel of a gun against her lower back while simultaneously reaching around her front with the other hand. Nadia, unable to freeze the way a frightened woman would, fought back, and violently. Whether he was reaching for her purse, or something more sinister, mattered little to her. She was not raised to let things happen. She fought back and before she could do much, her assailant fired two shots.

When she awoke in the alley, it was 3:00 AM.

Since then, six months ago, Nadia has been sure that her entire existence is now some messed up, dreamlike purgatory, and she needs answers.