(WIP)<br/><br/>Name: Andressa Ivanov<br/><br/>Age: 20<br/><br/>Affiliation: Orussian Air force<br/><br/>Rank: Colonel (commander of Kabul Base)<br/><br/>Striker: SU-35 "Flanker"(http://i1056.photobucket.com/albums/t372/Macross84/sample_d7abdbbafea7e2382d9bf5208746faf9_zps47a50a1d.jpg)<br/><br/>Familiar: Kodiak Bear<br/><br/>Physical Description:<br/>(http://ibdp.huluim.com/video/60124564?size=512x288)(http://24.media.tumblr.com/6be655f04595bf328f491e10bf4a5f82/tumblr_mgpbyuUhd21qzj9bdo1_1280.png)<br/><br/>Personality: Cold, Distant, Harsh. However, this was not how she was before. She was happy, caring of others, and supportive.<br/><br/>Background: Ivanov came from a family with a great military tradition in Aviation. Her Father, and brothers were all pilots as was the Generation before them. So when she was finally called up, she didn't hesitated go into aviation over ground. She steadily climbed through the ranks to Captain, and led her squadron admirably. She, and her squadron sent to Arabia along with others squadrons from around the world.<br/><br/>Andressa was the lone survivor of her flight, and among the handful of witches that survived the encounter. Her body was horribly scarred, and she was mentally scarred as well. Andressa felt betrayed by those she was suppose to have the most trust in, her Superior Officers. She felt that they had purposely thrown the witches to their slaughter and then blamed them for not winning the day like in the old stories. Andressa hated them with all her heart. Those that sat back and watched as they died, and did nothing, only to turn up their noses when the survivors returned.