Leshy

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The voice is hoarse, but not low, heavily distorted by the gas mask, quiet.
Speech is poorly delivered and he often stutters.
I cough a lot because of smoking.

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Leshik was born in a small town in Ukraine, and due to one injury, she barely remembers her life before the prison zone; her memories are very vague.
She remembers coming to the Zone on her own and even enjoying it at first. For the first time, she found human connection, finally experiencing the adrenaline rush she'd become addicted to. But it didn't last long. With the death of the leader, so to speak, of their small group, discord arose, and it all ended in a bloody betrayal by one of the gang. Leshy was simply lucky to survive. Her psychological health was completely ruined, and it might even be dangerous to deal with her now.
In the Leshy zone for about 7 years.

Feminine, but masterfully hides it
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26 years old

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Leshy is very lazy, has been a social phobe since childhood, and developed PTSD in the zone as a result of a bloody betrayal. She doesn't know how to communicate with people and doesn't particularly want to, often can't form a thought, stutters, prefers simply not to respond, and can seem rude or simply not particularly adequate, although the latter is quite true. She feels uncomfortable in any contact with people, tries to distance herself, to control the situation as much as possible. She is constantly in her thoughts, thinking about death, the meaning of life, boundaries invented by someone else, and so on. She carries an automatic rifle, a pistol, a couple of grenades, a hunting knife, a PDA, some food, water (a flask), cigarettes (which often make her cough), and so on. In fact, she is experienced, having been in the zone for about 7 years, and simply doesn't see the point in any kind of advancement, doesn't see the point in life in general, but is afraid of dying. She is agile, quite fast, and uses...

Leshik wears a gas mask, which he usually wears, as well as a hood. He's about 160 cm tall, with a slim build and strong arms. He's covered in scars, bruises, and abrasions. One of the newer scars on his face runs from his thin lips, another has been on his slightly wide nose since childhood, and a third, somewhere in between, the most noticeable and largest, is on his cheek. His dark brown, rather large eyes always stare blankly, somehow frightened, eerie, with large dark circles under them. His pale skin is clearly not perfect, with quite a few uneven spots and slight expression lines. His hands are calloused, his knuckles are raw and reddened, there's dirt under his nails, and the middle finger of his left hand is missing a nail, looking painfully severed, more than a nail would normally be. His red hair is short, tousled, and slightly curly, with long bangs falling over his face. His attire includes a gray sweatshirt, a bulletproof vest with a tactical harness, khaki pants, knee pads, a comfortable dark green jacket, a belt with an interesting buckle, tactical fingerless gloves, and slightly worn, muddy combat boots.