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Name: Ioana Vasile 'Ana'
Age: 16
Nation: Dacia
Rank: Specialist
Striker Unit: M8 Greyhound
Ana's unit is focused on mobility. She can reach up to speeds of one hundred twenty KPM while traveling on flat paved roads. The fastest she was able to go while off road was around ninety KPM. Her armor is no joke either, though she is weaker to explosive attacks, her shields are well above the average sky witches.
Weapon: She carries a thirty three MM anti tank gun as a primary but she is also armed with a fifty caliber machine gun and a 40 mm anti-air auto cannon.
Magical Ability: Her ability is enhanced vision. If she can see something with her normal eyes then she is able to zoom in on it, determine distance, and calculate speed in order to get a more accurate shot.
Animal Familiar: Rabbit
Personality: Ana is shy, she isn't good at talking to people and has a nervous stutter around those that she see's as 'out of her league', which is pretty much everyone, and those she is just meeting or hasn't seen for a while. She will try her best, no matter the situation, and find's enjoyment from helping others. Ana isn't a confident person, and will apologize even when she hasn't done anything wrong.
Bio/History: She grew up in a rather historic part of Dacia and her favorite play place was in the old fighting arena's... well it wasn't exactly her favorite, but her friend liked it so they always ended up there. She was a normal school girl, she got a little above average grades, and was in good physical conditions. She didn't have many plans for the future, but one thing was for sure, she wanted to do something that would help people. Perhaps she could be a doctor? Or a teacher?
Ana never had a lot of friends, perhaps a handful of them, but only had one close friend and she stuck to that friend like glue. She was never a confident person, and had always followed behind someone that was, this situation was no different. Some of the other students started referring to her as the 'lost puppy'. She felt ashamed of herself, she was weak... could she really become a doctor or a teacher? Her few friends didn't give up on her however, they continued to speak encouraging words, telling her she could do anything she set her mind too.
It must have been maybe three days after she turned thirteen when a witch from the Dacian military showed up to talk to her specifically. It had been a normal day, she was in class, when the door was suddenly kicked open and the words came bellowing after it, "Is there a Ioana Vasile in this room?" The entire class looked at her but she had been too shy, at first, to look up. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder... "I-I am." She mumbled stealing a quick glance at the woman before once again looking away, "You're not in trouble. Follow me."
It was then that she was asked to join the military, she was told she could become a witch and save hundreds of lives at the very least. After given stories and run downs she finally decided to join. That's where it all started.
Within the next few weeks she found herself at a training center leaning how to use various weapons and equipment... and finally it was time to choose. Was she going to be a sky or land witch? She was shown two older units and asked to make her choice, which was rather easy for her. She was afraid of heights so it was an obvious decision. She stepped into the striker unit, an M8 Greyhound... and quickly learned how hard it is to use a unit, however after getting used to the M8 Greyhound she started making great leaps in training, learning much faster than the average witch, and because of how quickly she progressed she was recommended for a specialist program... needless to say she was accepted into it. That was when they tried to give her a newer unit but because of her initial struggle's with using striker units she refused to use anything but the M8 Greyhound...
