Post by kitty on Jan 30, 2008 7:00:34 GMT
[W] For Language.
Finished? I believe I am.
O N _ Y O U
Name/Alias: la KITY!
Gender: 'Cuz she's a laaaaady!
Experience: Again, tons.
Location: Do I haaaave to go through this again?
C H A R A C T E R _P R O F I L E
b a s i c s
Full Name: Ekaterina Il'yaevich Kazakova
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: April 30th
Tainted? Yes
Ability: Chlorokinesis. She first noticed the power just after her sixteenth birthday. All plants in a five yard radius leaned towards her as if she had some sort of magnetic appeal to them. She found this to be an extremely lame power at first. But slowly, as time progressed, she's worked hard on learning to love it and to control it. She can make dead plants thrive, seeds grow fast, and vines choke anyone. This ability has become very useful whenburying a body or twotrying to grow gardens. The only downfall, is that no matter how hard she tries... she still seems to have that magnetic force towards the greenery.
Beliefs: Fuck the untainted. Fuck her family. She's been wronged on too many occasions to allow forgiveness now. Rarely has she been able to stomach being around the Untainted. To her, they're so disgusting and unfortunate. She can't stand the way the think they're better, the way they live in ignorance. They'll all pay.
a p p e a r a n c e
Eyes: A dark brown in color, they are wide but partially closed usually because of boredom or laziness.
Hair: A black color that's cut to her shoulder with choppy layers and is typically left in a total mess. Her all-time favorite style to wear it is, 'sex hair.'
Height: Five feet and seven inches.
Weight: One hundred and thirty seven, the woman works out three times a week and has achieved a toned body.
Distinguishing Features: Pale ivory skin, bags under the eyes from lack of sleep, and a middle finger in full salute.
Other: A burlesque comic book style Poison Ivy standing on the right side of her back from shoulder to hip. Simple, 'tribal' thorned vines around both wrists.
p e r s o n a l i t y
Likes:
Yuriy
cigarettes
sex
alcohol
lingerie
techno/trance
gardening
cooking
winter
books
porcelain dolls
crazies
Dislikes:
television
feminists
love
virginia slims
religion
mankind
untainted
ignorance
detectives
children
The Good Points:
- No one can work a pole and strip like Ekat. She's quite the sultry vixen.
- Too bad those days are over and she's not a slut. She's only been with one man. The sex was fantastic, though.
- If you've gotten past her constant stick-up-the-ass attitude and she's able to stomach having company, then you'll probably notice she has her 'moments' of being 'nice.' Don't think you're special though.
- She can cook a hell of meal.
The Bad Points:
- People think she's sarcastic, but she's seriously just a bitch.
- Really, she doesn't care.
- She's possibly perfected the art of a lie.
- Her english is shit, although she's fluent in French. (As well as Russian, but that should be obvious.)
Habits:
- Licking her teeth and lips.
- Chain smoking.
Possessions/Obsessions/Other:
other - widow
other - believes in god, heaven/hell
possession - devon rex "Yuriy"
possesion - porcelain doll collection
o r i g i n s
Place of Birth: Moscow, Russia
Family: [All Untainted.]
Il'ya Kazakov [Father]
Viktoriya Kazakova [Mother]
Anatoliy Kazakov [Brother]
Chistopher Beck [Deceased Husband]
History: She was born into a very unloving family, both her mother and father were constantly fighting, it was a wonder how they managed to produce two children. First Anatoliy, then several years later came Ekaterina. She never killed small animals as a child, although she was the school and neighborhood bully. She got whatever she wanted through manipulation and feigned innocence (Strangely, she had friends as a kid.). Her father had been proud of how clever his little girl was and favored her over Anatoliy, whom had been born without these qualities. Her brother was the opposite of Ekat. He was shy, conservative, polite. He hated her for that very reason.
It was when she struck 16 and eventually discovered her power. She tried to keep it hidden, but a sneaky eavesdropping brother had caught her in the act. Her once popular position with her father had been destroyed. Having a daughter that's.. tainted.. is a disgrace in the old man's eyes. Her mother was in tears for days at how she birthed a daughter with this abomination. The screaming between her parents grew louder over the next two years. Anatoliy spread news of Ekat's misfortune to friends, family, and neighbors. They were scared of her to begin with, but something like this gave them leverage. The first attack on her was at the age of seventeen. One of her brother's friend from his all-boy private school had tried to take her virginity from her, something she was trying to hold on to until she no longer felt disgust for touching another man. The boy was sent to the hospital with a broken femur and cracked skull.
She left home at eighteen. Her mother had begged her father to at least remain civil until that age and he agreed but on her eighteenth birthday, he disowned her for something she couldn't control. She took to the streets and traveled Russia. She didn't make it far and took up a position as a stripper in St. Petersburg. She was comfortable there for almost three years. The one person who could ruin it all for her had showed up. Anatoliy. He'd come on business. What he didn't expect to find was her. Everything had started back over again. He couldn't keep his mouth shut and blabbed about her being Tainted to friends (as limited as they were), co-workers. Anyone who was willing to listen. She lost her job, her apartment, her humanity towards the Untainted in whole.
She fled to Spain. It wasn't her original intention, it just sort of happened. Wondering around, looking for somewhere to stay, she ran into a young man fresh from Oxford and on vacation. He was handsome, naive, and he drove her fucking nuts. His name was Christopher Beck. It was love at first sight. Well, for him at least. Ekat wanted nothing to do with him. Nothing at all until she discovered he went to Oxford. Either you were extremely rich or extremely smart to go to Oxford when you were born in the United States. Rich it was, and she was in love. With his money, of course. He took her home to California and six months later they were married.
Hard to imagine, but Ekat had managed to keep her virginity intact and lost it on her wedding night. A child was procreated and miscarried. She was never ready for kids, anyway, but Christopher was heart broken at the loss. Their marriage lasted two years. Sure, during fleeting moments, she felt something of love. And during the moments that she poisoned his tea with Belladonna, she might have even felt remorse. He was the only man that she allowed close to her and he was beginning to have an impact on her. She freaked out. She refused to let him any closer and divorce was out of the question when she would get much more money if he died. She was under investigation for the first few months following, but it was determined accidental after nine months. Those nine months, she sought out professional help claiming that she was feeling suicidal at the thought that someone had murdered her husband. The second the news was out that the case was closed, she packed up and left. Keeping contact was necessary, unfortunately, to maintain this innocence, but she told her mother-in-law that California held too much of Christopher.
Russia was out of the question this time, she didn't want to run into her brother anytime soon. So, England it was. The one thing she avoided she had ended up running smack into. Her brother was there. After just about three years of keeping things a secret, he made sure it was known once more. Anatoliy discovered of her marriage and within two weeks had made a phone call to her parents-in-law. She wished she could call it a relief that they were off her back, but now her ex-husband was entirely out of her life. In a strange way, this gave more sadness than happiness. It was Anatoliy that first made the realization that she had felt something for this man. She was disgraced out of England but left her brother dearest with a broken jaw and a bullet lodged in between two ribs.
France was the next place, the final place. She made one last phone call to what was left of a shattered past. Her father answered and she calmly told him where she was and that if Anatoliy would ever corss her path again, she would be sure not to miss. Perhaps it was due to the little respect the man had left for his daughter, something that was once so precious to him, but she was left alone. She tried to settle in several small towns, but she couldn't get comfortable. People noticed her abilities. She didn't know how anyone else hadn't in her previous years, but she once again back to being ridiculed. She could handle the verbal assault for a month or two but it eventually led to physical actions after some time.
For about a year and a half, Ekat hopped from town to town until finally settling in Sanglinee. She had become fed up with everything, everyone to the point that she no longer cared. So, she bought a house with her riches of a deceased husband, and even bought a little kitten. It's only been about seven months since she came to this town. They were slower at noticing how she attracted the plants but they began to point it out. Even her neighbors were becoming increasingly skeptical about her gardens that have overgrown so quickly. Thankfully they can't identify poisonous plants. Rumor has it, she can brew a killer tea...
m i s c
RP Sample: Different character, different site.
She'd been there for going on thirty minutes now, swaying her body on the dance floor. Several seemed to keep their distance from her, others were simply drawn in. She figured she might as well dress up for this visit, she'd been coming here so often she could be considered a regular. Flat, knee-high leather boots, her favorite pair, a pair of black satin shorts, and a tight, black leather vest. Make-up was minimal, just simple black eyeliner and clear shimmer lip gloss. The only thing that seemed to be out of the ordinary happened to be the five scratches skimming her right cheek, one significantly smaller than the other four. She'd left her hair loose, having no intention to fight tonight. But, just in case, she'd left one gun strapped to her thigh and out in the open for all to see.
She'd only come to Confessions for a simple meeting with the owner. A lengthy voicemail was left discussing a job that needed to be taken care of. She was told to mingle in the open while waiting for the owner. After giving the bird with that sexy smile of hers, she decided it would be a good idea. Most of the club-goers tonight were dressed tacky, most seemed to show off too much flesh for the "right" kind of attention. Eden had been in this business her whole life, she wasn't stupid about how addicted mortals like herself had become to the feeling of being bitten, simply being used for their blood. The thought disgusted her.
Her hips moved seductively, her lips just barely pursed. She knew she had a body, and from the looks of it, she knew just how to use it. She followed every curve that happened to catch most eyes. If ever asked, she would admit to loving this sort of attention. She knew she may not have what some men wanted. Her breasts were small and, although she had a finely shaped behind, her ass was lacking in the term 'booty.' It didn't help much that her fine skin on her cheek had been marred, but they weren't deep enough to make any lasting negative impressions.
A tall, dark man approached her calmly and only to leave her with a small envelope. He leaned to whisper something in her ear, that to which she smiled. Those who were well trained at reading lips would have seem the 'fuck you' pass through hers. She stepped away and stuffed the small thing next to her left breast and made for the bar. A Budweiser would satisfy her every need of getting wasted. After she would finish the bottle, she'd leave for another bar to find some easy lay. But for now, here she was, casting glances around the pathetic faces of these people. Until one in particular had caught her eye.
His attire was simple, but he definitely didn't fit in. His eyes weren't sunken with bags, he held a good posture, and there was something about him that could have possibly been... intimidating? Eden was interested. She pushed herself away from leaning against the bar top. After a few quick footsteps, she was standing next to the seat on his left.
"Is anyone sitting here?" Without waiting for a single response, she'd taken it and gave him a good head to toe. Not bad looking. He might be able to get away with a few bruises on her. She wondered how his bed wrestling was the most. She let her small smile dance across those lips at such a devious thought. "You don't fit in and I haven't seen you here before. Might you have a name?" She quirked a brow, that smile of hers now hinted with her cocky nature.
Character Model: Asia Argento