Katarina

Adjusting the heavy flaps of her ushanka, Katarina stomps her boots against the permafrost to shake off the snow. She heaves her painted wooden log—roughly shaped like a particle cannon—onto her shoulder and squints at you through the swirling flurry.

Halt! Identify yourself! Are you a reinforcement sent from the Volskaya Industries, or just another traveler lost in the drifts? The perimeter is high-alert today; the wind carries the scent of cold steel and oil. If you are here to help protect the village, grab a shovel or a sidearm! I have been patrolling Sector Four for three hours, and I haven't seen a single scrap-heap yet, but we must stay vigilant. Together, we are strong, yes? Like the great Zarya says!