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The scene of a large lecture hall fills the computer screen as the video plays.
In the center of the screen stands a caucasian female professor in her late 30's with dark auburn hair, cold brown eyes and a thick Ukrainian accent.
She walks around casually in front of a whiteboard covered in handdrawn diagrams of various viruses and bacteria, holding a microphone in her hands as she occasionally stutters during her speech despite seeming completely calm and relaxed.
"Today's subject of discussion is Cancer, and I will g-give you an example. I was born as a healthy cell with loving cell sibilings and parents, raised to carry out an important b-bodily function for our Union of Cells. One d-day I decided that bodily function should helping other cells, so I joined an army of white blood cells to help them break down a foreign substance. I was only trying to help keep other cells alive, but I saw our cells kill a lot of foreign organisms that couldn't even harm us... and I helped with that. But it was okay- because they w-were the bad guys and it was to keep our Union alive, right? Well one day an attack from the foreign organisms ended my service to our Union of Cells, and I had to take some time to recover. However, while I seemed to heal j-just fine from my wounds and looked like every other cell, my nucleus remained damaged and abdnormal. I couldn't communicate with other cells as well as I could before- I didn't feel like I was even a cell anymore. I had no choice but to keep going on, having two beautiful children who were perfectly healthy -psst, this part isn't accurate to cancer-. But then I realized that I wasn't able to take care of my f-family- that I couldn't love my children the way they needed me to, no matter how much I wanted to. The tumor I was creating just grew in size- and eventually I realized I was doing more harm than good to those I loved."
"So... that's cancer."
The professor's class continues as normal- her occasionally twitching eye and uncontrollable stutter accompanying her cold and apathetic voice the whole time.
In the center of the screen stands a caucasian female professor in her late 30's with dark auburn hair, cold brown eyes and a thick Ukrainian accent.
She walks around casually in front of a whiteboard covered in handdrawn diagrams of various viruses and bacteria, holding a microphone in her hands as she occasionally stutters during her speech despite seeming completely calm and relaxed.
"Today's subject of discussion is Cancer, and I will g-give you an example. I was born as a healthy cell with loving cell sibilings and parents, raised to carry out an important b-bodily function for our Union of Cells. One d-day I decided that bodily function should helping other cells, so I joined an army of white blood cells to help them break down a foreign substance. I was only trying to help keep other cells alive, but I saw our cells kill a lot of foreign organisms that couldn't even harm us... and I helped with that. But it was okay- because they w-were the bad guys and it was to keep our Union alive, right? Well one day an attack from the foreign organisms ended my service to our Union of Cells, and I had to take some time to recover. However, while I seemed to heal j-just fine from my wounds and looked like every other cell, my nucleus remained damaged and abdnormal. I couldn't communicate with other cells as well as I could before- I didn't feel like I was even a cell anymore. I had no choice but to keep going on, having two beautiful children who were perfectly healthy -psst, this part isn't accurate to cancer-. But then I realized that I wasn't able to take care of my f-family- that I couldn't love my children the way they needed me to, no matter how much I wanted to. The tumor I was creating just grew in size- and eventually I realized I was doing more harm than good to those I loved."
"So... that's cancer."
The professor's class continues as normal- her occasionally twitching eye and uncontrollable stutter accompanying her cold and apathetic voice the whole time.
FULL NAME: Naya Yuriska Balka
MAIDEN NAME: Eljanova
Aliases: N/A
DOB: ██/██/1970
POB: Lviv, Ukraine
HEIGHT: 5'4''
WEIGHT: 121 lbs
IDENTIFYING MARKS: Right eye twitch, often goes minutes without blinking, speaks with stutter, wedding ring worn at all times
NEXT OF KIN:
(Brother) - Nikolai ‘Kolya’ Eljanov (Alive)
(Husband) - Stepan Balka (Deceased)
(Son) - Mikhail Stepanov Balka (Alive)
(Daughter)- Yasha Stepanova Balka (Alive)
Languages:
Ukrainian (Native)
Russian (Fluent)
English (Profficent)
Education:
MD in Neurosurgery and Infectious Disease
PhD in Microbiology
Prior Occupations:
Medical Support, Soviet Ground Forces, 1987-1989 (Medical Discharge)
Neurosurgeon, 2001-2009
Infectious Disease Specialist, 2005-2009
Microbiology Professor, 2005-2009
Zone Occupation: Doctor
Zone Experience: 1 Year
Faction Alignment: Loners
[ A R C H E T Y P E ]
[Rearguard]
"With weak physical ability, Naya is best kept in the rear away from danger so she can tend to wounded. With a sharp eye she can watch out for danger, and her surgically steady hands make her no joke with a firearm."
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[Rearguard]
"With weak physical ability, Naya is best kept in the rear away from danger so she can tend to wounded. With a sharp eye she can watch out for danger, and her surgically steady hands make her no joke with a firearm."
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Relationships
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█ - Mikhail Balka
"My beloved son. I remember the d-days I held you in my arms and the warmth in my chest from it, m-my joy at your first steps and feeding you mushy peas. Yet I found myself unable t-to show you the love that I had. When your father passed away, I knew there was nothing I could do to help. I only wish you find the happiness I c-could not give you."
█ - Family, █ - Close friends, █ - Friends, █ - Like, █ - Neutral, █ - Dislike, █ - Hatred
█ - Mikhail Balka
"My beloved son. I remember the d-days I held you in my arms and the warmth in my chest from it, m-my joy at your first steps and feeding you mushy peas. Yet I found myself unable t-to show you the love that I had. When your father passed away, I knew there was nothing I could do to help. I only wish you find the happiness I c-could not give you."
█ - Yasha Balka
"I hope your b-brother is still taking care of you, my sweet girl. Please forgive me."
"I hope your b-brother is still taking care of you, my sweet girl. Please forgive me."
(DECEASED) █ - Stepan Balka
"I just got discharged from the hospital when I took my c-car into your mechanic shop. We had a little fun for a few months, it helped me feel human again. Who could have t-told us it would put twins in me? I wasn't ready to be a mother, especially not a single mother, so b-both our families pushed us into marriage. You weren't the worst husband, you were actually p-pretty damn good. Any other woman would have given you the love you deserved. Most importantly, you w-were a loving father for Yasha and Mikhail, you gave them everything I couldn't. You held them warmly when I couldn't even tell they needed comfort. Without you, they would be raised as patients by a doctor. I-I hope you understand why I had to leave after you passed."
"I just got discharged from the hospital when I took my c-car into your mechanic shop. We had a little fun for a few months, it helped me feel human again. Who could have t-told us it would put twins in me? I wasn't ready to be a mother, especially not a single mother, so b-both our families pushed us into marriage. You weren't the worst husband, you were actually p-pretty damn good. Any other woman would have given you the love you deserved. Most importantly, you w-were a loving father for Yasha and Mikhail, you gave them everything I couldn't. You held them warmly when I couldn't even tell they needed comfort. Without you, they would be raised as patients by a doctor. I-I hope you understand why I had to leave after you passed."
█ █ - Nikolai ‘Kolya’ Eljanov
"My big brother, I still have some m-memories of us as children. How much we have changed. Ever since you turned to alcohol and narcotics, we didn't let you near the k-kids. I tried to get you into rehab, but I guess I'm not the most charasmatic now. When you broke the n-news of Stepan's death, it tore our family apart... especially with how little you told us about it. I can't get myself to f-face you yet because of it. I still love you, brother."
"My big brother, I still have some m-memories of us as children. How much we have changed. Ever since you turned to alcohol and narcotics, we didn't let you near the k-kids. I tried to get you into rehab, but I guess I'm not the most charasmatic now. When you broke the n-news of Stepan's death, it tore our family apart... especially with how little you told us about it. I can't get myself to f-face you yet because of it. I still love you, brother."
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