<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_TankerTuesday722.jpg)</div><br/><strong>AGE:</strong>Unknown, estimated around 23<br/><strong>HGT:</strong>5' 6"<br/><strong>WGT:</strong>128 lbs<br/><strong>MSR: </strong>32C-23-34<br/><strong>HRC:</strong>Indigo-violet (dyed, normally light brown)<br/><strong>EYC:</strong>Green<br/><span class="bbc_u">Escaped Buchenwald Prisoner #148M568722* <strong>Tuesday Siskin</strong>, aka Seven-Two-Two</span>, is believed to be a mute. Earliest records show her as a toddler, exact age unknown, being taken in and claimed by an orphanage in Berlin. All attempts to make her speak failed, but it became apparent she wasn't dumb, or deaf, and as long as things were made clear to her, the little girl seemed to be obedient. As she grew, she did not refuse reading and writing in the same way, but perhaps because she was largely denied that knowledge and had to seek it on her own. She lived a largely peaceful and disciplined life as a long-term child of the Jewish state, and just before her release (though she had intended to stay on as a worker), Tuesday and several of the other children near adult age were taken in a German raid to populate the new concentration camps. Immediately, Tuesday's life changed and she was not only deprived of her liberties, decent living, and even rations needed to properly survive, she was forced to work in the camp's brothel and the subject of experiments aimed at curing her "mute" physiological disorder, so claimed because of the fact she still laughed, cried out in pain, and whimpered when she sobbed. They never did get her to speak, but in two years, she managed a slightly easier life with a measure of control over the other inmates, using it to better their lives in any way she could, even though her influence came at the cost of her own well being more often than not. Into her third year, a new batch of inmates and POWs were sent to the camp, some of them women, but only one of them with her face. That's when the tide really turned, when the twins met and combined their skills to devise a plan that would take advantage of the new munitions wing, and the construction of German Tanks by concentration camp inmates. Tuesday was the distraction -using her established relationships and connections to make sure heads were looking in the wrong direction day after day, Wednesday was the brains managing a few extra helping hands that were actually doing the dirty-work, building a tank that looked and operated every bit like the German Tank, but only because they'd given it detachable weight to offset the modifications and make up for the empty spaces where the women would hide in the night before departure to the front-line, until they were cleared of the camps walls. It gave them all something to do, the will to push on, and the patience to make sure there were no mistakes. And for the first time, rumors spread that the mute Nazi-pet was actually heard speaking to her twin, but before they could be sequestered in the medical wing together this time, they hid in the tank they'd modified, ready to hit the front-lines instead. Fugitives.<br/><br/><br/><hr/>*<sup>Prisoner # is not an actual number with respect to the real victims and survivors. </sup>