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Siberian Spring
Player: @Baisleac / @Salagadoola
Origin:	Science
Archetype:	Defender/Defender/Controller/TBD
Security Level:	50/38/9/1
Personal Data
Real Name:	Tatyana Olien Stepanova
Known Aliases:	SiberianSummer, Siberian Autumn, SiberianWinter
Species:	human
Age:	apparent-28/since birth-51
Height:	5'2"
Weight:	135 lbs
Eye Color:	blue
Hair Color:	auburn
Biographical Data
Nationality:	Russian
Occupation:	Mathematician
Place of Birth:	Solnechnogorsk, Russia, USSR
Base of Operations:	KGB Headquarters, Kings Row
Marital Status:	Single
Known Relatives:	deceased
Known Powers
Cold Domination/Radiation Blast/Power Mastery Radiation Emission/Ice Blast/Power Mastery Ice Control/Radiation Emission/Primal Mastery
Known Abilities
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Equipment
Rocket Boots
No additional information available.

[edit] Affiliations

Siberian Spring is an Agent for KGB Special Section 8.

Comrade Smersh: Ex-fiancee. She "broke up" with him via letter in 1976.

[edit] Character History

Petrov and Olga Stepanova were surprised by the birth of their daughter, Tatyana, in their late 30s; but were delighted nonetheless. They were loving, supportive parents and gave her every opportunity they could within the Soviet system.

By pre-adolescence it was obvious that Tatyana had a gift with mathematics. She was bussed to nearby Moscow for special schooling.

By 17, she had already published a few articles in scholarly periodicals and was doing further research on possible interdimensionality of various sound waves. In pursuit of this, she was able to enjoy her love of music as well. Attending a concert by a gifted pianist in Moscow, she met a young man.

The story continues below:

[edit] Origins

[edit] Journal Excerpts

Excerpt – December 12, 1975: Tatyana Korsakov. I like the sound of that. Yes, my dear Yevgeny asked me to marry him. He is likely to join the Army, so we shall wait until after he has served a short while. Moy l'ubov' does not want me to have to be quartered in the military gulags if he is placed on a long term assignment.

Excerpt – November 17, 1976: I’ve been told I am to work on a government project in Udachny. I do not know what the project is, but have to assume it is related to my work regarding the interdimensionality of certain sonic vibrations.

I’m currently in a government building, but I do not know its location. I’m told that I can not contact my parents or friends to tell them where I am going and that if I try to leave or contact anyone I will be tried for treason.

Excerpt – November 18, 1976: I keep telling myself to breathe normally. I did something I should not have done, but it was to protect someone. He would look for me. I can’t risk that danger to him. His pride will keep him safe now.

I will not write more as I can’t be sure that my belongings are not inspected when I am escorted to interviews. Even writing this much could prove dangerous for me.

Excerpt –August 21, 1980: Is it the incorrect math? Or the experimental nature of the equipment?

A blast shield is finally being built around the experiment room. They do not care about losing ordinary lives, but when key personnel become smears on the concrete they finally responded.

I mourn the loss of the service personnel lost before, but I cannot feel too much sorrow at the loss of this particular life. He was a pig and it has triggered safety measures.

Excerpt –December 2, 1982: I am so weary of this place. I am tired of the same gray concrete walls and buzzing lights. We are not allowed outside of the compound. The concepts I’m asked to work with are fascinating and the math is beautiful, but I continue to long for home and loved ones. I have colleagues here, but no friends. I will not risk being too close to someone. Others appear to have adapted, even seem to thrive, after 6 years of isolation. I cannot.

Excerpt –May 27, 1983: We are very close. The portal opened briefly today. Too briefly. I’m rechecking my calculations and the mechanics will make adjustments. Perhaps, if we can do this, if we can get it stable, perhaps we will be allowed to go home? Probably not, but though painful, dreams are the only thing worth having down here. Vozliublennyi moy, I miss...

Excerpt – June 4, 1983 (Day 1): I miscalculated. Somewhere, in my notes there is a number that is horribly wrong. I cannot check it… and it’s cost at least one person their life.

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I’m out of the compound.

Excerpt – Day 3 (June 6, 1983): We’ve buried what little was left of Grigory. We can only hope that we were able to dig deep enough to prevent his remains from being scavenged.

Excerpt – Day 32 (July 5, 1983): I was tested at a young age. I had a paramutant gene, but nothing that manifested. It appears that the accident has triggered what was lying dormant. I nearly froze poor Katya when I reacted physically to a nightmare. I am now practicing at control at a safe distance… and sleep near the cave’s entrance.

Excerpt – Day 126 (October 7, 1983): We had another skirmish with native creatures today. We survived but Katya is having a reaction to their toxin. We are hoping it remains no more than a rash, which we can treat with local flora.

Excerpt – Day 165 (November 15, 1983): There is a saying about being careful what it is you wish for. I did wish to be free of the government and free of the strictures of the compound. I did not wish such freedom to be in this form.

Excerpt – Day 229 (January 18, 1984): I’ve been attempting to recreate my calculations to discover where the error was. Charcoal on stone may not be the most elegant location, but I do not want to use my journal. If it should be located, I want whoever that is to know who I was; for someone to know I existed after that fateful day when I was 19.

Excerpt – Day 247 (February 5, 1984): Sometimes I wonder why I continue to survive. No one knows I’m alive, let alone where I might be. Hope is useless, yet I continue to.

Excerpt – Day 375 (June 12, 1984): It has been over a year now, and I celebrate the 27th anniversary of my birth alone on a strange world.

Excerpt – Day 469 (September 14, 1984): The cave walls are covered in soot of erased numbers and fresh char of new ones. I have not been able to locate anything in error and begin to wonder if the fault lay in the equipment.

I can only hope they have fixed whatever went wrong.

Excerpt – Day 602 (January 25, 1985): When one has been alone so long, 454 days now by my count, how would you know if you had gone mad? I talk to myself constantly, just to hear the sound of a human voice speaking.

It is so lonely.

At times I seem to have waking dreams. I do not know what else to call them. Sometimes they are memories; I'm walking the woods at home with vozliublennyi moy or sitting at a symphony in St. Petersburg. At other times... I am flying over a strange city or huddled at a computer in a red walled building. These things I have not done, could not do now, and seem to occur when I am awake. This is the cause of my wondering after my own sanity.

[edit] Recent History

725 days after her transport to an alien dimension, Tatyana was discovered by an exploratory group of heroes, led by none other than her dear vozliublennyi. These heroes were part of a group who called themselves KGB Special Section 8 from Paragon City, Rhode Island. They also carried the extraordinary news that her transdimensional shift was accompanied by a temporal one. 25 years, not 2, had passed.

With their assistance, she has been able to gain access to enough of her records to receive identification. With no home to return to, she has registered as a hero in Paragon City and as a student at the university.

Her journal entries continue: Siberian_Spring_Journal

[edit] Personality

She is Russian.

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Tatyana is bone deep lonely. She was essentially imprisoned by the soviets for 7 years and then alone on an unforgiving world for another two. She does not realize, but she is no longer able to offer true friendship. She was never good at making friends, due to her advanced schooling at a young age, and has further isolated herself from personal pain for too long. She should learn how again, but it will take time.

She is an expert at hoping even when she is resigned to her fate and knows that all hope is lost. But she does not expect anything good will ever happen... for her. Others are always more important. A good Russian fatalist martyr. ((*chuckles*))

[edit] Trivia

Born in June, 1957

The glasses she wears are an oft-repaired pair given to her in 1975. There are likely no original pieces, but they are dear to her nonetheless.

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