Viktorya Dina Egorov

[viktorya]

Finished? Yes’m


O N _ Y O U

Name/Alias: Andy
Gender: Male
Experience: 2-3 years
Location: Cleveland, Ohio

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C H A R A C T E R _P R O F I L E

b a s i c s

Full Name:Viktorya Dina Egorov

Age:23
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: June, 6
Tainted? Yes.
Ability: Hypervelocism - At this point Viktorya has great control over her abilities. When she first discovered then at 16, she would do simple task at frightening speeds, unintentionally. With practice Viktorya was able to hone her skills and use them to help her family. Because of the consequences of Viktorya killing her self by going to fast, Viktorya uses her abilities sparingly and only when she needs to.
Beliefs: Viktorya feels that she was blessed with her abilities in order to help the less fortunate, including her family, and uses them for that purpose. She had no dislike for any one, tainted or untainted, because of their abilities. Her hatred comes from character alone.



a p p e a r a n c e

Eyes:Viktorya’s eyes are striking light blue. They shimmer brightly in the day time, however, at night the seem to dull.
Hair: Viktorya’s hair is naturally curly and mousy brown. She usually pins it up, because she doesn’t like the way it looks down. When it is down her hair falls to right above her shoulder blades. She usually adorns her hair with some type of pin or clip.
Height:5 feet 4.5 inches
Weight: 118 lbs.
Distinguishing Features: Viktorya’s distinguishing features are her bone structure and her Russian ancestry. Both of which stand out on her face.
Other: Viktorya usually wears very old and vintage cloths, though her taste are eclectic. Normally a pair of skinny jeans, an old band shirt, a nice jacket, and a matching pair of pumps will suffice. Her outfits are sometimes complicated and cluttered, but they turn out alright in the end . . . most of the time. Now, Viktorya goes a little more crazy with her fashion choices. This is most likely becuase she is expressing the pent up epression she's had for so long (In Zima untraditional clothing isn't looked upon well.)



p e r s o n a l i t y

Likes:
> Her twin brother, Taras
> Music
> Painting
> Writing
> Life
> Her family
> People who accept her for who she is, without feeling sorry for her
> Her abilities
> Money
Dislikes:
> Self centered people who look down on others
> Goody-two shoes
> People that don’t understand her situation
> Spiders
> Death
> Mice and rats, definitly rats
> Fear
> Overuse of simple sentences
The Good Points:
> Loves her family and will do any
> Doesn’t care what others think
> Strong enough to do her own dirty work
> Is usually underestimated, but can turn the tables
> Can keep her head in a threatening situation
> Has self control
The Bad Points:
> Has stole and will steal to survive
> Maybe too head strong
> Too unwilling to allow other to help her
> Wont accept charity or pity, even if she needs it
Habits:
> Chews on her finger nails when she is nervous
> Messes with her hair a lot
> Getting into sticky situations
Possessions/Obsessions/Other:
> Dusty blue punch bug her, now deceased, grandfather left her in his will
> Diary she stole from a women in Russia on her way to San
> Set of hair pins she was given by her mother
> Pictures of her twin brother and three sisters

o r i g i n s
Place of Birth: Zima, Russia
Family:
Father - Pavel Egorov - 57
Mother - Eva Egorov - 45
Brother - Taras Egorov - 23
Sister - Darya Egorov - 16
Sister - Elena Egorov - 12
Sister - Zoya Egorov - 5

History:

Born in Zima, Russia, one of the first children of Pavel and Eva Egorov, Viktorya had a very hard life. Her parents worked a variety of jobs, including servants, and the money was still not enough to support the growing family. A few years later her parents had another girl, and then two mor after that, the youngest being six years of age. To help put food on the table Viktorya began to unknowingly steal bits of bread, or a pedestrians wallet every once in a while. Her ways have not changed, because family is the most important thing to her.

As a little girl Viktorya always had a passion for art. She would make "dirt drawings" with her fingers in the sand on the beaches of Zima. Her favoirte thing to do was paint when she was a child. She'd spend countless hours working on a master piece and she hopes that her skills will be enough to become an artist in San.

Viktorya’s life changed when she was 16. She was nearly rapped by a pedophile on night when she snuck out of the house to “find” a bit of food. That’s when Viktorya discovered her Hypervelocism. She ran at lightning speed when the guy approached her, without knowing what she was doing. The pedophile was immediately scared off. After discovering her powers, Viktorya did a bit of research and realized the tragic flaw in her abilities. Is she is every to run too fast it could cause her death. Since then Viktorya had kept the speed to a minimum.

Viktorya has always had a great relationship with her twin brother, Taras, who was born six minutes after her. They share a stronger bond than most. However, upon Viktorya departure to San Taras argued that she was just running away from her problems, that was the truth, but it caused them to argue and fight. Her parents didin't relay a positive attitude either. The only person that offered a bit of goodwill was her little sister, Zoya. She did this by packing Viktorya a lunch (a vege sandwich and coleslaw) before she left and leaving it in the car overnight. It wasn't pretty in the morning. Viktorya left Zima without saying goodbye to her family, instead she left a letter stating her intentions and her undying love and devotion to them.

She chose San becuase, well, it was a small quiet place, where she could get away from her previous life, and make a better one for herself and her family . Once she makes enough money she wants to bring her family to San to join her. While doing her research about the tainted , San, was mentioned a few times and it seemed like the perfect place to start new.

Before she left her grandfather died and left her a rundown, dusty light blue bug. She was surprised it took her all the way to San, now she needs someone to fix it. With black leather enterior (as a vegetarian, a feature she was forced to deal with) and peeling and chiping baby blue exterior paintm the car is quite a trooper and one of her most expensive posessions.

Viktorya left because with her gone her family had one less mouth to feed. Maybe that’s save her family from starvation. She knows that it may cause pain, but she knows the result will outweigh the pain. Now, in San, Viktorya must make a name for her self, hopefully as an artist (her life long passion), and make some money, in hopes of making life for her family better.


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RP Sample:

From this site, different character.

Dear Payton,

I know you should have been told the tragic news first, and don't blame me. Only because Dylan lived with me, while in Toulon, was I the primary receiver. The sheriff came to my door and asked if Dylan resided there. I told him yes. He told me that he had bad news.

I, Dylan being a college student, thought he had gotten himself into deep trouble. I was prepared to bail him out, however, upon further inspection of the sheriffs expression I realized that something munch worse had transpired.

Dylan died. He was murdered by an anti-Tainted group here in Toulon. I don't know how, and I don't know why. There was nothing he could do. I sympathize with you, and I wish you the best. I miss him already,though it has merely been a day. I felt it necessary to inform you as soon an possible. I know you two were very close, and I only wish I could be there to console you in this time of grief.

Please call me ASAP for funeral arrangements, but take your time, dear.

Love,
Uncle Merill

Payton read the letter five time over. She had read it five times when she first received it, two days ago, five times before she left the house this morning and five times now. She hadn't been able to cry since that first day. She remembered the tears streaming down her face as she hurled the letter to the floor. Dylan had been staying with their Uncle Merill, as he attended college in their home town of Toulon. He had promised nothing would happen. Promises meant nothing, at least they did now. The worst part was that she couldn't do anything about it, not even if she had the strength, now. She was in so much pain. It was eating away at her insides, soon to cease her very being and cause the inevitable decay of her moth-bitten flesh.

Payton hadn't slept since that first night, either. She was sure the only reason she had been able to sleep two days ago was because she tiered herself out, crying, sobbing, hollering. The world was a cruel place. What was she to do. Yes, she could complain and dwell over her dead brother, but what would that achieve. It would be like complaining and sobbing over a rotten apple, as opposed to going to get another.

The worst part about it all was the information Payton hand discovered afterward. She had received a letter, just yesterday, from one of Dylan's friends in Toulon. She had asked their uncle for her address. The letter was of the most sympathetic she had received since word got out around Toulon. The exact words, Payton could not remember, and she couldn't refer back to it because she condemned it to the garbage disposal in a fit of anger.

The letter explained that Dylan had made int common knowledge with his friends that Payton was tainted, blessed with intangibility. It also said that one of Dylan's and her (her name was Stacie, Payton thought) was against the tainted in every way. He had been hurt by a tainted person, but Payton didn't really care. Of course, Dylan had no idea, nut Stacie did. She hadn't expected the guy to act though. In the letter, Stacie apologized over and over again, but Payton didn't blame her. Payton knew it was her own fault. Ugh.

So . . . Payton made a decision. She was going to join Caliga. It was more the rage inside her, than a general dislike for all tainted people. She, in a sense, felt it was wrong, but every time she looked in the mirror she was reminded of her brother's death. Dylan's death. The Dylan that used to hold her hand when he took her to the park. The Dylan that carried her around on his back. The Dylan that served as her entire structural foundation after their parent's death. She was all alone now, except for Selene, but her aunt didn't count.

A waiter came up to her and asked for her order.

"No thanks. I'm waiting for someone," Payton said, the harsh tone of her voice rebounding off of the windows and walls.

She had asked Artemis, her roommate and Caliga member to arrange a meeting with Caleb Beckett-Zamojski, leader of the Caliga. He should be there at a small restaurant in the City Center's Le Cours Julien. She had made her decision and she was sticking to it. Who knows maybe when and if she got hold of Dylan's killer she could rest, and get back to normal, but now she couldn't sleep.

Character Model: Regina Spektor

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