Post by Aaron Hroda Schellenburg on Jul 26, 2012 18:26:47 GMT
Character Name: Ingrid "Libella" Stelar
Rank: Other
Nationality: Russian
History: Real Name: Ivana (last name withheld)
Ivana was born in Moscow in 1919. Her mother died during childbirth, leaving her in her father's care. Ivana's father was a devout Nationalist, who showed his opposition to the Communist regime without any second thought, but this proved to be his downfall. When Ivana was five, her father was killed during a rally against the government by a stray bullet, shot by the NKVD to disperse the "unruly" rioters. Ivana's grandparents took the orphaned girl under their watch. Her grandfather educated her in the arts, social skills, politics, and knowledge.
Her grandparents, grandfather mostly, was keen in instilling the importance of the Communist regime; causing Ivana to develop the Communistic mindset. When Ivana turned eighteen she began looking for work in the city. After many attempts from work, and failed acceptances, Ivana's grandfather intervened and referenced the young woman to work for the government as a secretary for the NKVD department.
After working for a few months in the department, a anonymous person had referenced Ivana to work for the GRU. After some time for adjustment, Ivana became one of the best students in the field. In 1937, Ivana was given her first mission... this required her to relocate the Berlin. Before she left her homeland, the GRU gave her the codename "Libella" and the pen name Ingrid Stelar. Part of Ivana's mission was to become apart of the Nazi Party and to find work within the organization. While in Berlin, Ivana was able to snag a secretary job for the Gestapo. She worked in the Berlin Gestapo HQ, as a sleeper agent, until the Nazi's controlled the Western front. In 1940, her superiors moved her to the newly established Gestapo HQ in Bruges.
Writing Sample:
Day: Thursday January 1940
Time: 11:45 PM
Ingrid continued typing away at her typewriter. She occasionally glanced from her work to the wall in front of her, reading the time that was in front of her. The floor, her desk was on, lacked any presence of worker or officer. The clicking of Ingrid's keys filled the area with its noise, it was a tad bit nerve wrecking, but it was tolerable. Ingrid was currently making copies of the newly registered files of new recruits and written out plans for raids.
Ingrid tirelessly worked making the copies for the HQ files and copies for the local Resistance groups. She happened to complete her work, pulling the paper out of the barrel. Ingrid placed the copy to send to the Resistance in her leather work bag. Ingrid's blue eyes eyed the ticking wall clock once more, noting the time.
12:15
Ingrid let out a sigh as she placed the rest of the copies in her bag, setting in on the ground by her desk. She grabbed the original files and walked over to the file cabinet, placing the papers in the their respective places; closing the drawer. Ingrid let out a short sigh before turning on the heel of her black pumps and walking to the coat hanger, picking her black overcoat from the hook and slipped it on. Ingrid walked over to her bag, that was leaning on the leg of her desk, and picked it up.
Ingrid's blue eyes carefully scanned her desk for anything she may be forgetting. When she saw nothing that she needed to take with her, she exited her floor and made her way to the front door. She occasionally spotted some SD and secretaries still working. Ingrid made her way to the front door, opening it and walking in to the crisp night air. Ingrid tightly gripped the worn leather handle of her bag, she knew that her true job was extremely risky. She released a freezing breath as she walked down the desolate sidewalk to her hotel room. No matter how she felt, Ingrid carefully carried out her mission, no matter the risks.
Rank: Other
Nationality: Russian
History: Real Name: Ivana (last name withheld)
Ivana was born in Moscow in 1919. Her mother died during childbirth, leaving her in her father's care. Ivana's father was a devout Nationalist, who showed his opposition to the Communist regime without any second thought, but this proved to be his downfall. When Ivana was five, her father was killed during a rally against the government by a stray bullet, shot by the NKVD to disperse the "unruly" rioters. Ivana's grandparents took the orphaned girl under their watch. Her grandfather educated her in the arts, social skills, politics, and knowledge.
Her grandparents, grandfather mostly, was keen in instilling the importance of the Communist regime; causing Ivana to develop the Communistic mindset. When Ivana turned eighteen she began looking for work in the city. After many attempts from work, and failed acceptances, Ivana's grandfather intervened and referenced the young woman to work for the government as a secretary for the NKVD department.
After working for a few months in the department, a anonymous person had referenced Ivana to work for the GRU. After some time for adjustment, Ivana became one of the best students in the field. In 1937, Ivana was given her first mission... this required her to relocate the Berlin. Before she left her homeland, the GRU gave her the codename "Libella" and the pen name Ingrid Stelar. Part of Ivana's mission was to become apart of the Nazi Party and to find work within the organization. While in Berlin, Ivana was able to snag a secretary job for the Gestapo. She worked in the Berlin Gestapo HQ, as a sleeper agent, until the Nazi's controlled the Western front. In 1940, her superiors moved her to the newly established Gestapo HQ in Bruges.
Writing Sample:
Day: Thursday January 1940
Time: 11:45 PM
Ingrid continued typing away at her typewriter. She occasionally glanced from her work to the wall in front of her, reading the time that was in front of her. The floor, her desk was on, lacked any presence of worker or officer. The clicking of Ingrid's keys filled the area with its noise, it was a tad bit nerve wrecking, but it was tolerable. Ingrid was currently making copies of the newly registered files of new recruits and written out plans for raids.
Ingrid tirelessly worked making the copies for the HQ files and copies for the local Resistance groups. She happened to complete her work, pulling the paper out of the barrel. Ingrid placed the copy to send to the Resistance in her leather work bag. Ingrid's blue eyes eyed the ticking wall clock once more, noting the time.
12:15
Ingrid let out a sigh as she placed the rest of the copies in her bag, setting in on the ground by her desk. She grabbed the original files and walked over to the file cabinet, placing the papers in the their respective places; closing the drawer. Ingrid let out a short sigh before turning on the heel of her black pumps and walking to the coat hanger, picking her black overcoat from the hook and slipped it on. Ingrid walked over to her bag, that was leaning on the leg of her desk, and picked it up.
Ingrid's blue eyes carefully scanned her desk for anything she may be forgetting. When she saw nothing that she needed to take with her, she exited her floor and made her way to the front door. She occasionally spotted some SD and secretaries still working. Ingrid made her way to the front door, opening it and walking in to the crisp night air. Ingrid tightly gripped the worn leather handle of her bag, she knew that her true job was extremely risky. She released a freezing breath as she walked down the desolate sidewalk to her hotel room. No matter how she felt, Ingrid carefully carried out her mission, no matter the risks.
