Post by natalya on Dec 22, 2010 11:43:01 GMT -5
!C H A R A C T E R - N A M E¡
Natalya Arlovskaya
° N-ame || Natalya Arlovskaya
° A-liases || Talya, Tasha, or Tally to friends and family. Knife to every. Body. Else.
° A-ge || 22
° G-ender || Female
° F-amily || Brother: Russia -- Sister: Ukraine
° S-ight || No
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° E-ye color || Blue-violet
° H-air color || Platinum blonde
° H-eight || 160 cm (5'3")
° W-eight || 126 lbs
° S-kin tone || Fair/Pale
° D-efining features || The white or black bow on her head
° A-dditional features || A rather thin frame under all the lace and frills.
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° J-ob || Offensive Military. Second Lieutenant.
° R-ank || Gunner.
° R-eason for current profession || Simple. She's quite violent, and an amazing shot. She felt the need to put her war skills to work.
° H-ome town || Town of Zequea
° B-irth town || Felphur
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° P-ersonality || In one word, very overzealous. Whether about love or hatred, she will come on strong and refuse to back off. She has an unhealthy obsession with her brother, and will ignore anyone else that tries to hit on her (i.e. Lithuania/Toris and Holland/Netherlands/Abel). Natalya is very determined and persistent. She will stop at nothing to get what she wants, no matter how long it will take. She is somewhat pessimistic, and has a bit of a dark outlook on life due to her many rejections. When to wants to be, though, she can be sweet and caring, particularly when around other female nations. That particular side of her is trampled by her dominant psychopathic side, though, so few have seen it and many never will. She's very sympathetic, though, and will try to help people in her own little ways. Despite appearing intimidating and cruel, she can be nice once you've spent enough time around her and found the few chinks in her armor. Natalya usually means well, but can't for the life of her express it properly. She likes little girlie things like bows and flowers, which is why she is so fond of dressing in different Lolita fashions. In contrast, she's a fantistic warrior. Her aim is impeccable when it comes to throwing knives and archery, since she has so much time on her hands to practice said skills, and her lucky knife is tucked into the bow of her striped belt at her back at all times. She is easy and fast to anger, and once she's angry she won't stop until she's caused you some sufficient (in her mind) amount of torment, be it physical, emotional, or mental. Or all three, which is also quite likely. Her softer emotions are almost permanently masked by the more sharp-edged ones. She refuses to open up to anyone. And you can count on that, Ukraine's been barking up that tree for a solid ten years, trying to get her to say something more heartfelt than "I LOVE YOU BROTHER MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME".
° L-ikes ||
• Her brother...maybe too much? Nah.
• Lolita clothing
• Knives. And lots of them.
• The other female nations, mostly
• PHYSICALLY HARMING TORIS
° D-islikes ||
• Toris
• People that get between her and her brother
• Being ignored
• Being criticized
• Abel
° F-ears ||
• Losing her family (read: brother)
• Losing herself, becoming someone else
• Death
° L-esser known facts ||
• Secretly likes the attention that Abel gives her, and wishes her brother would do the same.
• Loves her sister dearly, though she pretends not to
• Has smiled only a handful of times since she was about seven
° G-oals ||
• To cleanse the world of impure people
• To find her brother at some point
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° H-istory ||
Quite innocent, sweet, and naive as a little girl, the small Belarus was startled out of these habits early. Growing up in Felphur, even in the nice-ish parts, one learned to fend for themselves quite early, and Natalya was no exception. She learned quickly how to handle her knife, as it was pretty dangerous to go anywhere without one at any time. She was, however, clingy and somewhat weak, and depended on her brother Ivan for mostly everything.
However, she eventually decided to declare her independence and moved away. She hasn't been able to find her brother since, even though she found and keeps in touch with her sister.
She takes great pride in her military status now, strong and only semi-dependent on other people. She keeps her "friends" close and her enemies closer.
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° R-oleplay example ||
A pair of arms, the smell of pot, and a distinct voice in her ear. That was all Natalya could comprehend at this point, since she had been in the room with the pot for way too long. Smoke billowed all around her, infiltrating her lungs and clouding her mind. She couldn't think straight, hear straight, see straight. And the arms and the voice belonged to...who?
Abel. It's Abel.a small voice in the back of her mind piped up, and she immediately attempted to get away from the body trap she was caught in. Her somewhat free arms reached to the back of her belt for her knife, only to find that Abel had already confiscated it.
Natalya could smell the drugs on the older man's breath as he crooned in her ear in some mix of English and Dutch. Chances are, he was too high to just pick a language and go with it.
"Mijn lieveling, je bent een dergelijke tease~!" the words spilled out of his mouth in a hurry, falling all over each other.
Natalya had picked up a few words in Dutch here and there from Abel's many hours of trying to teach it to her and failing miserably. But this was different; she could understand that whole sentence, and she didn't like what she heard.
"Не, не трэба! Атрымаць ад мяне!" she struggled, elbowing him in the stomach. His voice broke sharply and he staggered backwards, one hand on his own stomach and the other wrapped around hers. He wasn't letting her get away. Not again, not ever again.
He crushed his mouth against hers, trying as hard as he could to get a response out of his precious little lolita girl. His hands moved from around her waist to around her shoulders. There was no escape for her now. She was still, frozen as though the shock of what he had just done had petrified her. She writhed in his grip, trying to get away, but he was too strong. Finally he broke away, a smirk on his face as if he were proud of himself. For what, Natalya had no idea, but it didn't matter anymore.
Because the door had just opened, and guess who stepped in to save the day?
No, not the hero-obsessed bastard, but her own hero, her Ivan. Abel's face lifted to the door, and an expression of sheer horror passed over his face. He knew he was screwed, hard. Natalya took the opportunity when it presented itself, pushing away from him-hard-with her foot. He staggered backwards once again, and she ran to her brother's side.
"...Come with me, Abel. We shall have a nice little chat, da?" His sink pipe caught the light sinisterly, but nothing could compare to the black rage in his eyes.
Yes, Abel knew what lay in wait for him.
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° U-sername || Natalya
° A-ge || 13
° T-ime zone || EST (Eastern Standard Time)
