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云茹, the Leader of the Paramilitary. [WIP, obviously]

YUNRU
CN: 云茹

"VISIONARY"
CN: 有遠見的



Portrait made by FenexOrg. Lovely thing, to be honest.
OOC: Psssst, click the REDACTED, it's a spoiler!

Name:

Yunru [REDACTED]

Birth date:

[REDACTED], presumed to be atleast 20 years old

Place of birth:

[REDACTED], China

Religion:

Non-Applicable

Spoken Languages:

Chinese, English

Position(s):

De-Facto Leader of the Paramilitary

"The true enemy is still hiding in the shadows." - Motto of the Paramilitary and Yunru's mantra.


[size=120]Biography

The Kashmir Think Tank

After Yunru finished her studies in South China in 1983, she was assigned into a separate PLA-owned think tank in the historical region of Kashmir that would, most notably, theorize about possible weapons that would allow to gain the Chinese military a technologic edge against any possible enemy of the "Chinese Motherland", including but not limited to the other nations of the World Socialist Alliance. While she was no project lead, some of her own ideas would be included into more successful projects of the PLA, including an experimental anti-vehicle version of the Gyrocopter, a minature monoseat helicopter originally armed with a machine-gun, and a prototype for a magnetically-accelerated cannon for the Qilin Assault Tanks, China's main battle tank at the time. Being far away from the frontlines certainly helped with keeping their entire project be a secret, alongside acting as a safeguard for the people involved in the think tank, who wouldn't be at risk of a foreign invasion for the time being.

Epsilon's invasion of Moscow in 1984, however, would change all of that, as Russia, who had been hearing about Chinese developments prior to the Sino-Russian war of 1982, desperate after having their capital be ransacked by Yuri's Psicorps, would unsuccesfully attempt to bargain for some of the think tank's prototypes multiple times, before launching a second invasion of China in order to seize many of the technological advancements that the PLA was fielding. This would mean an offensive on Kashmir, and, more specifically, on the think tank's headquarters, which were now being directly threatened by an invader. On the day of the invasion, a communiqué from Beijing arrived, which ordered an inmediate evacuation of the facility and an extraction of as many blueprints as possible. Yunru, however, under the belief that the Russians wouldn't give up after attacking Kashmir, tried to convince many of her peers to escape with her to a safer place. Those that agreed would eventually end up as the "Guard" of the Paramilitary. The fates of those who obeyed the Government's orders are still unknown to this day.

The Siberian March

A new dillema would arise as a result of this decision: should they march westwards and try to obtain support from the Allied Nations, or march eastwards and try to make a settlement of their own? Yunru originally suggested marching westwards, as both them and the Allies had a common enemy: the Russians. Some of the scientists who had more knowledge on the current sociopolitical situation, however, would argue that marching eastwards and making a settlement of their own was a better idea, as they thought that having to deal with the idea of a potential repeat of what had happened in Kashmir was undesirable, with the potential of having to deal with Yuri's men making going to the West even less of an appealing concept. She would concede, after asking one of them whatever the hell "Yuri's men" even meant in this context in the first place, and after receiving an explanation over why the Russians wouldn't chase them.

While marching towards the Central Siberian Plateau, they met along the way some Russian ex-conscripts who would tell them stories of their entire regiment acting erratically and disobeying orders from their higher-ups, as if someone was controlling all of their thoughts, movements and actions. Those that had managed to not be under its influence would either die to their old comrades' firearms, or had to take refuge in the inhospitable and cold Siberian land, living off the barely-inhabited plateau. Yunru, believing that they could be of help, asked them if they wanted to join the March Eastwards, under the promise that they would live in a more decent place where they'd have, above all, a guaranteed haven against those who were after them. Those that agreed would become some of the Paramilitary's first rank-and-file, while those that didn't were left behind, leaving the rest of their entire lives under the mercy of Lady Luck herself. [Whether I should've gone with them is something I still debate with myself about. -A]

As they kept walking, they would eventually meet a lost wanderer. He was an old man of Arabic descent, and while he didn't know any Chinese, he knew how to speak English. With the help of one of the think tank's ex-members translasting from English to Chinese, they figured out who he was: the old leader of a terrorist cell in the middle of Africa that originally worked for the Epsilon Army before being backstabbed, with his old organization being chastised by the Psicorps. When he asked to come along their side, Yunru told him to go back to his old homeland, gather up some free men, and to refound the cell so that he could reclaim what was his. Before they went down their own paths, she asked the man what his name was. He answered by writing it on a spare piece of paper, with an old pen he managed to get off a conscript's dead body: Rashidi. The young ex-scientist would thank the man, and wish him good luck in his future endeavours. The Arab did the same and warned the group of any possible attacks from his old benefactor. Little did both of them know that their paths would intersect with each other in the near future. But for now, they would part ways.

She however, after analyzing the conversation, she began wondering: Was Rashidi telling the truth? How could she be sure that he was not gonna use the information she gave him against the March? One of her peers would convince her, at least for a while, that she shouldn't think too much about it. Besides, there was no going back. Every step they made further towards the Siberian East, would be a step further away from their old lives. But even as they had to say goodbye to a lot of their memories, good and bad, they kept pushing on under the belief that they would find a better fate than staying back there in Kashmir, or moving further into the Chinese homeland. God knows what was happening there, and in their eyes, finding out was more trouble than it was worth.

Goodbye Siberia

As time went on, some of the exiled scientists began to complain about how hellish it was to walk these hostile lands, claiming that there were a lot of better places that they could've settled in. However, some of the more determined ones, including Yunru, told them that there was no use to going back now, arguing those "better places" would eventually be overrun by the very things they were trying to get away from. While some of the former group would desert, leaving their entire lives up to the mercy of Lady Luck, the others, including the ex-Russian conscripts, would keep pushing on under the belief that they'd be better off in an utopian isolation, rather than a dystopian comradeship with the rest of China, which was probably being invaded by the undesirable invaders their entire march was destined to avoid.

The march seemed to go well, discounting the desertions that had happened earlier, until a loose band of bandits approached the group and threatened it to give them whatever valuables they had, lest their lives end right here. Their reasoning? Their Master and Overlord, Yuri, needed whatever resources he could to keep carrying out his campaign. Yunru would react aggressively, screaming at them over how they were sent to end the marchers' lives right in this place, and attempting to approach them. In response, two of the Kashmir scientists decided to grab her by her arms, in an attempt to restrain her, while telling her repeatedly to calm down. One of the ex-conscripts, in an attempt to defuse the situation, decided to give them an old pocket watch he had brought from back home in Leningrad. To the marchers' surprise, the bandits left them alone after he had given away the only valuable thing he had in his pockets. For now, however, they had to keep walking towards Kamchatka, where according to one of the ex-conscripts, there would be a lot of boats they could steal in order to get to Alaska, on the other side of the Bering Strait. Yunru, after having calmed down, enthusiastically suggested that they settle there, seeing as it was away enough from Yuri's men to the point where they wouldn't be harassed for the time being, until they found a better place. Time would tell whether this was a good idea.

Eventually, they would find a sign that seemed to say a city's name: Vladivostok. From there, the group thought, they could infiltrate a ship in order to get to Alaska and, hopefully, start a new life over there. The details of that future life would be decided along the way, they decided. Luckily for them, a cargo ship that had a Vladivostok-Bethel route on its schedule just so happened to be docked at the Port of Vladivostok, and seemingly unguarded as well, meaning that breaking into, for example, one of its containers would be quick and easy. While some of the group, including Yunru, argued that breaking into that ship was a "complete and utter waste of time", word-for-word, the others were already making plans on how to break into the ship without being noticed by the port authorities. At that moment, one of the ex-conscripts noticed a container that had a hatch on its top side. Could they break into that one? There was no other option than to break the law, and attempt to get in.

One of the more physically active ex-conscripts would try to circumvent whatever measures were put in place in order to prevent unauthorized personnel from boarding the ship, from your basic security fences, to even bypassing the doors that blocked access to the ship itself. Once he found that, yes, there were no guards in neither the port nor the ship itself, he told the rest to follow him, as he had found a way to enter the cargo ship that, while to your average civilian, was just another day in their homeplace; to their group, however, it was the pathway to another, perhaps more utopian life. Whether their decision was worth it or not, would, as always, be up to both Lady Luck's, and now, to Time itself's mercy.

They would, at last, get into the container with the hatch, and, using the sunlight that came in from the hatch, tried to make out what lied in the container: a truck-like vehicle. Would that be the thing that would propel their new life forward? Yunru would spend that time thinking about those bandits. They were some of the men that the ex-conscripts had warned her about, weren't they? Would they come back to harass them, or perhaps even attempt to exterminate them in the future? If so, wouldn't it be so much better if she and her peers were to exterminate them first? After all, the world she had grown up in was one based upon the principle of an eye for an eye. Who's to say that it would be any different in their new lives? So many questions, flooding her own mind, for days.

Hello Alaska

The days would pass by slowly and the sea seemed to be infinite, not helped by the fact that they were locked into what was pretty much a mouse cage with a hatch on the top and two that would open on either side, revealing the payload that it was carrying. But at last, as a new day rose over the Alaskan horizon, the ship slowed down, as it was nearing Bethel's harbor. When it stopped and docked, however, nothing seemed to be happening for a few nerve-racking moments until finally, they were going up. What was going on, they wondered. Were they being put onto another ship that would lead them into god knows where? Luckily for the group, though, the container they were on was being put on an unloading area, where the payload it carried would be going out, perhaps to be used in the frontlines. As the doors opened, the group finally realized what it was: a Soviet Mobile Construction Yard, a truck that would deploy into the foundation of a base, much like the ones the scientists had seen pictures of back at Kashmir or in the ex-conscripts' case, back in the frontlines at Moscow and China. Yunru decided to try and force the cabin's door open, see if she could drive it out of the container. She started up the engine, and, out of pure experimentation, found out the way to disable the handbreak and put the gearbox at the first gear.

The container's doors would open and, to the workers' surprise, rather than revealing a static vehicle, would show it mysteriously going forwards, while being followed by a group of people who were running behind it, as if they wanted to get on the MCV. Rather than calling security, however, they decided to let it be. It was harming no one, and it apparently wasn't that valuable, nor deemed worth enough to spend time on even trying to get it back under the harbor's control. Besides, what were they gonna do with it? Start up a base in the middle of Alaska that could potentially be detrimental to the region as a whole? Give it to the Allies? There was no chance of any of that happening, right? Well, the former was exactly what the Kashmir refugees and the ex-conscripts were planning to do. But, first, they had to find a good spot, in the middle of nowhere, Alaska. Better than the middle of nowhere, Siberia, in their eyes.

After a slow journey across hundreds of kilometers of the ice-cold Alaska, they finally made a stop... in the middle of nowhere. But at last, they could the deploy the MCV and go off there. But first, Yunru had to figure out how the MCV even worked. On the cabin, she saw a control panel with a touchscreen that only had one button on its center that showcased four arrows pointing outwards saying "Deploy" in Russian, and a language settings one on the lower right, marked by a Russian Cyrillic character, a Chinese one at its right, and last, but not least, an á; representing the three major languages that the World Socialist Alliance used. She selected the settings button, set the language to Chinese, then went back to the main screen and touched the "Deploy" button, now marked in the language she spoke natively. The MCV would deploy itself, leaving its old truck shape behind, and adopting one that resembled a warehouse, with a crane next to it.

After it finished deploying, the panel displayed a map with a sidebar right next to it. The sidebar displayed four categories, one with a home symbol, the one next to it with a shield icon, another one with the figure of a man, and last but not least, one with a tank's silhouette on it. All but the home category were greyed out. Below those, were a few buttons, with an image and text next to them. She selected the one that said "Barracks". The moment she touched the button, a mysterious sound would play behind her, as a tube containing a lot of yellow rock-like things would be progressively emptied, and exchanged for metal-like stuff. When the noise stopped, so would the tubes stop being emptied and filled. Yunru would go back to looking at the panel's screen, as its speakers blared "Construction Complete", and some red squares popped up on the map. She decided to tap somewhere on the map, just to see what it did. The squares would then become green, and then disappear. Suspecting that something else was going on, the young woman decided to look at one of the windows next to her, as a building seemed to pop out of the ground. The building seemed to align with what was on the screen's icon for it, and, as it popped up, both the shield and the man silhouette categories would light up, indicating that they were now selectable.

She opened the side door, now an exit into the ground, and asked her mates who should lead this entire operation. They replied, unanimously, that she should lead them, seeing as she literally was the one who just drove the MCV all the way to where they were now, and also the only one who even knew how to actually use it by this point. She declined, saying that she was no leader, and that she really was better off being one of the research and development people. That, however, was really not enough to calm them down, as they insisted, repeatedly, to her dismay. Surely, this was all a sick joke they were pulling on her? She decided to decline again, hoping that her peers would come to their senses, to no avail. The entire march was stressful enough, but now having to lead these people without even having been near a leadership position in the first place was the last straw for her. She had gone throughout half a continent, boarded a ship illegally, and stole an entire construction yard, just to be essentially told to do everything by the people who had, in her eyes, done NOTHING but sit around, wasting her time? Well, if they wanted a leader, then they would get one.

The Bastion, Home of the Free

For the next few months, Yunru focused almost exclusively on building up what would be the Paramilitary's base of operations, from its internal logistics, to its external communications. All in preparation of what was going to be the establishment of what she thought the March was destined for as a separate side that could stand on its feet, a haven for those who wanted to escape the horrors of the Mental Omega War that was still raging on at the time. However, she stopped for a moment to think over what had happened: from the Russian invasion of her homeland, to the entire March, with all of its ups and downs, such as the bandit incursion. Many of the questions that had appeared on her mind during the March would come up again, seeing as now, as far as she was concerned, she had a good reason to worry about her safety: the Paramilitary itself. She thought that, due to her newfound position, many of the hostiles she either met or heard about would likely come after her, seeing as the organization Yunru was now in charge of upkeeping could very well become a threat in their own eyes, something that would likely prompt them to launch an invasion of Alaska, making all of the time and effort spent walking across Siberia and sailing towards Alaska completely worthless. Therefore, if she was to keep the young Foehn up, she would need to have a mixed policy regarding the Paramilitary's management: use a benevolent hand most of the time, incentivizing new people to join the ranks and those already in to stay, but not without giving up access to an iron fist that would, were it necessary to use it, instill enough order within the organization to keep it from collapsing.


Education

With great intelligence, comes a great educational burden, and Yunru's story is no different. Given how she had, from an early age, demonstrated to be above her peers, her pre-uni teachers would always have an increased workload for her, not just so that she wouldn't fall asleep in class, but also so that her potential wouldn't be wasted this early on, much less given China's precarious situation at the time. When asked about these experiences, she has responded positively, claiming that without them she wouldn't even be close to her current "greatness" nor would she even be involved in what she thinks is saving the world.

And then, came her time in the University of South China. What she has described as her "second-worst period" of her life started with the Chinese State deciding for her, rather than letting her decide what she wanted, meaning that Yunru would have her entire stay railroaded by the Government. As a result, her career would be one centered around a military-focused STEM set of courses, including some on mechanics and, more especifically, ballistics; some on mathematics as a prerequisite for being able to even attend the higher-level engineering courses, etc. Stress certainly did not help dealing with the fact that she wasn't doing this out of interest, but rather, out of obligation.


Trivia

    - The only reason why she can even speak English in the first place is because of her taking notes about every conversation carried out by Anglophone militants ever since the inception of the Bastion, and working her way through the language.

    - She has reportedly claimed that she's lucky to have had enough wisdom to not have let VOLKNET control the militants' efforts directly, as she thought that the AI would likely devolve into using detrimental tactics, such as those involving what she deems as a waste of resources.


"Political" Views

While Yunru herself has claimed to be apolitical, and the Paramilitary's "revolutionaries", as they call themselves, tend to be of various political backgrounds, her ideology could be described as one influenced by the CCP propaganda she had heard while studying in Southern China, with notable elements such as believing in the idea of a Great Leader guiding those below them into greatness much like Alexander Romanov had guided the Russians into being a world power even before 1982. A lot of the statements she's said while speaking to her militants, as a result, have roots and do in fact reflect ideas stated in both the CCP's manifestos and Mao's Little Red Book, either directly or indirectly, leading to some the Paramilitary's rank-and-file claiming that she's a proto-maoist. Yunru has, however, denied these allegations, claiming that now was not the time to discuss about what her political beliefs truly are.

Given the Yuri-dominated world that the Paramilitary's located in and her original wish to return to a situation similar to the one present prior to 1984, a lot of Yunru's policies, if they can be called that, have been centered around making Foehn a force capable of at the very least weakening the Epsilon Army. Some of the more notable ones include, but aren't limited to, the mandatory screening of every single new militant for any possible symptoms of brainwashing, the heavy-handed censorship of any potentially endangering actions, and an enforced usage of stolen Allied and Soviet technology amongst their ranks until the Regions can use better weapons to deal with the global threat that is Yuri's Psicorps. All for the sake of keeping Foehn alive, even if it means limiting the will of those at the bottom via an ever-looming threat of brute force, backed up by firing squads and reports of experiments belonging to an Initiative that seeks to augment the militants' anti-psionic capabilities.

"It is necessary to create an atmosphere of security, there must be a sensation of order, eliminating remorselessly and mercilessly those whose minds are not healthy. We must cause a great impression, everyone who openly or secretely defends the Epsilon Army must be executed via firing squad." - Yunru, in a speech to her militants, late 1985.

It's not always been like that, though. The Paramilitary is an always evolving entity, much like the frontlines around it are, and thus, it's no surprise to see that Yunru herself has gone back on some of her own policies. For example, the screenings for new members were merely the exception, not the norm. Speech used to be relatively unmonitored: one could say anything about the Paramilitary, Yunru and really, anything that didn't show obvious support for Yuri and his men, and they wouldn't even receive any questions from anybody, much less from her. In fact, the Guard used to be nothing more than a mere decorative role, because, as she used to state, since the Paramilitary was no army, why should there be any unnecessary differences? For Foehn's stability? For Yunru's safety?


The Paranoiac

"VOLKNET, lock the doors. No one must see me, not even the Guard." - Yunru, in the Alaskan Bastion.

Paranoia. What is it, but the very thing that has led many people, regardless of their greatness, into their darkest times? Everyone knows what it is, but, alas, one doesn't know that they're suffering from it, until it is too late. A self-replicating monster that only knows two things as its mantra: consume your host's mind, then spread.

And it is this monster that has managed to take hold of Yunru, at a young age, no less. The idealism that was present in her young, possibly naïve mind, gone, replaced by an ever-increasing doubting of everyone's loyalty, from the rank-and-file of the Paramilitary, even of her closest lackeys, those that had been with her ever since Kashmir. The personality that her life had blessed her with, now a husk, a never-to-be-filled shell of her own mind and soul. One could look at her when she was young, and compare it with her present day status, and no sane person that had a, at most, surface-level knowledge of her, would think that the two people they were being presented with were, in fact, the same person. Those that used to know her before the war, upon even catching a mere glimpse of her actions, would question where it has all gone wrong, and where the cheerful, if smartypants, child is now, and who took her and replaced her with whatever the hell the person they were now seeing is.

A lot of routines that, earlier in her life, she had considered to be essential to her own life, have, as a result, fallen out of use, most notably including basic hygiene and conversation routines, instead replacing them with a single self-detrimental set of actions, such as isolating herself from the entire Paramilitary for extended periods of time while entertaining herself by starting at blueprints she had taken from Kashmir back in 1984, or by taking a notebook, ripping out one page, and doing black and white child-like scribbles on it. While she has been known to be overprotective about them, trying to change topic when they arise, she has let some of the more comprehensible ones be seen by the rest of the Paramilitary, to a mixed audience reaction. The intention behind that revelation is still unknown amongst even her most trusted militants, and trying to get more information about it has resulted in general displeasure from her. Some common elements of the ones she has revealed include: black and faceless humanoid figures with protusions coming out of their arms -rumored to represent firearms- and their head -possibly helmets?-, themes related to war, the military, industry, and possibly her own mental state.

Given how the Paramilitary's power structure could be described as a series of circles that all have their centre on her, it comes to those who are in the know as no surprise to see that a lot of their actions and decisions, regardless of how beneficial, or even how much sense they make when put into Foehn's situation, have been influenced by her own broken mind and soul, for it is Yunru who shapes the organization, much like an architect shapes a building. Naturally comes the question of what would happen were she to be gone for an extended period of time, or even killed. And to this question, the answer is simple: either the Regions collapse in a merciless paranoia-fuelled rage, or a usurper takes over, leading the entire organization into an unknown fate. It is, therefore, in her own perspective that all security measures, regardless of how detrimental they could be to both her and the Paramilitary, should be taken ASAP.


Quotes

"Yuri and his minions must be destroyed at all costs. Therefore, we must arm ourselves to the teeth, no matter how much the world shall suffer for it. - Yunru, while speaking to her militants in the Alaskan Bastion.

"leavemealoneleavemealoneyoubrainwashedfoolyoushouldbeexterminatedasapwhyamikeepingyoualive-" - Yunru, in one of her paranoiac ramblings. It was not fun noting that down. -A



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