<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_TankerWednesday.jpg)</div><strong>AGE:</strong>23<br/><strong>HGT:</strong>5'6"<br/><strong>WGT:</strong>123 lbs<br/><strong>MSR: </strong>32c-23-34<br/><strong>HRC:</strong>Red with orange highlights<br/><strong>EYC:</strong>Blue<br/><span class="bbc_u">Escaped Buchenwald Prisoner#358C794130 <strong>Wednesday Siskin</strong></span>, a.k.a One-three-zero; Truth be told, when the Germans first got ahold of the redhead, one of the soldiers swore she was an escaped prisoner who'd some how covered her tattoo or removed it and dyed her hair. She was held in a special part of the camp for three days of continuous torture before they realized she was a different person, a person who by all accounts, didn't exist. Only then did the differences become apparent. Her eyes where blue and her face scarred by the divot of a right-side nose-ring long torn out, and two<em>old</em>cigarette burns cresting the cheek of the same side, just under her lower eyelid. She looked older if only because she was a little more weathered and carried the weight of many damnations in those lethal and cunning blues. Being tortured by a round of eight or nine of the German soldiers for three days, was all the<em>intimate</em>time she needed to devise a plan to get out. One that changed when she met a woman with a less damaged reflection of her own face, and wild violet hair that almost made her eyes hurt as much as she had to admit she looked hot with that hair. While Tuesday was still in shock about it, the not-yet-named twin laid it out like a business deal; she could plot her way out of anything, and she knew Tuesday had been there long enough to fill in the blanks of what she needed to know to get them out. With half the plan set by her twin, she picked up the name Wednesday, as if to follow her twins lead, hiding as the mastermind in a show of seemingly impulsive and uncontrolled outbursts that proved,<em>if nothing else</em>, the petite woman could take a bloody beating. It got so bad, that rumors spread among the soldiers, Wednesday did it because it was the only way she could sleep. They where wrong, and they paid for it dearly-- subsequently costing the lives of dozens of their countrymen and allies, with potential hundreds to follow if Wednesday had her way.