Post by Natalya Arlovskaya on Aug 27, 2010 3:13:58 GMT -5
Character Name: Natalya Arlovskaya
Country: Belarus
Age: 16
House: Slytherin
Gender: Female
Personality:
When first meeting Natalya, one gets the impression of her being cold and distant. She does not easily let people get to know her or see how she is feeling. She is hesitant about doing new things and being open about herself. She prefers watching from the sidelines to participating most of the time, unless it is an activity she has an inherent interest in (such as dueling). Natalya feels awkward interacting with other people, and she thinks of herself as shy and withdrawn, although other people perceive her as intimidating. She is the type who will quietly sit in the corner feeling melancholy that she can’t interact, but then when she does, she scares the living crap out of everybody. In some ways, she is not aware that she has this effect on people. Although when it is to her advantage, she can use this to get what she wants. She is effective at making others do what she desires by offering rewards and, more often than not, punishment. She doesn’t do this very often, though. She is, however, naturally a violent person, and will not hesitate to pull a knifeon a bitch on people she is displeased with. She grew up this way, and doesn’t see anything wrong with it. (And most people are hesitant to tell a knife-wielding psychopath what to do, anyway.)
Natalya has a one-track mind, easily becoming obsessed with things. Everything that she does, she does intensely. This can be to her advantage, in that it allows her to make excellent grades in school, or it can manifest in an unhealthy way, leading to her obsessing about something so much that she just can’t let it go. Lately this has manifested in her desire to please her brother. She spends a lot of energy attempting to get him to notice her and watching him and everything he does. More recently it has also turned into a competitive streak as she has gotten older, and she wants to do even better than him at magic. Truthfully, Natalya is a perfectionist, and is intolerant of things not being the way she wants, especially in relation to herself. She disciplines herself rather harshly and has not allowed much room in her life for failure. She is a very strong-willed girl, and will pursue her desired goals with great tenacity. When she is successful, it is very rewarding for her, but her constant pushing herself can also be physically and psychologically draining. She can also be somewhat compulsive, occasionally doing strange things on a whim, especially when she sees something that is not perfect and wants to change it. This means that she sometimes does things that are socially-inappropriate, but Natalya has little regard for what is appropriate behavior.
She has an interest in the occult (especially haunted houses), the Dark Arts, and History of Magic (but only when it is bloody and violent). Her dream in life is to one day get married (married married!). Natalya believes in love that lasts forever, and cannot tolerate two-timing. She is very possessive and gets jealous easily, not always handing this in the most mature fashion. She was a supporter of Pangaea when she was in power, and is unsure how to move forward in this newly-forming government.
Background:
Natalya Arlovskaya is the inheritor of two pureblood lineages. Her father Alexei is of the ancient and prestigious Braginski line. He was a married man with two children, but had an affair with Natalya’s mother, Sonya Arlovskaya. Natalya grew up rather spoiled in some ways, because her family had such wealth and social standing. However, they were also very strict and demanding of her. She spent her childhood in a large, old home with just her eccentric mother and a few House Elves. Sonya was a very severe woman and kept her daughter very close to her, though she showed her love more through criticism and high expectations than any verbal or physical fluffy displays. The woman was a follower of Pangaea and a practitioner of the Dark Arts. She fully supported Natalya’s tutelage at Mountaintop Institute, but she also gave her daughter supplemental lessons at home, in the hopes of making Natalya the best possible future follower of the Dark Queen. Sonya was an expert knife-thrower, and trained her daughter in this as well. The very first time Natalya picked up a knife at 6 years old, she felt like she was coming home. Since then she has never been without one tucked away somewhere. However, Natalya’s mother died when she was 11 in an early scuffle with the resistance movement in 2029.
Then Natalya was taken into her father’s home to live with him, his wife, and her two half-siblings. She immediately liked them both, but had little experience with kids her own age, and spent more time keeping to herself and watching the other two than interacting with them. She especially liked Ivan, and looked up to him very much and wanted to be like him. As with most pureblood families, the Braginski household was also rather strict, and they expected a lot of their children. Natalya was jealous of Ivan’s success, and desired to do as well as him, in hopes that he would notice her. As she grew older, her sense of competitiveness grew, and she felt that the only way she could ever be confident enough to interact with her brother comfortably was if she was doing better than he, so that she wouldn’t feel so intimidated (apparently being intimidating runs in the family). This led to her becoming very excellent at her studies, though she always somehow seemed to do slightly poorer than her dear brother.
When she moved into her father’s home, Natalya began training in fencing and gymnastics. Though she had been studying knife-throwing and blade techniques for years, she found that she also enjoyed the heft and feel of a rapier in her hand, and expanded into training with multiple types of blades. Whenever she was first sent to the Mountaintop Institute, Natalya was able to “convince” a vendor to make a custom wand for her which is actually a knife. She also enjoys gymnastics for the control over her body that it affords and the discipline needed for it, although she does not like others to watch her when she practices.
Natalya is not sure how she feels about going to Hogwarts. She was expecting to go to Durmstrang like her parents did when they were younger. She knows that Hogwarts has a history of not teaching the Dark Arts to the students, and Natalya hopes that she will be pleasantly surprised when she arrives. Also, although she often comes off as intimidating to others, she has trouble being social, and is not looking forward to meeting so many new people. She tends to react harshly and violently, and when you’re not at a school for dark wizards, people tend to take that badly…
[If this history doesn't work for Russia and/or Ukraine's players, or if you want to develop more details with me, don't hesitate to PM me or hit me up in the C-Box and we will work things out.]
RP Sample:
There was not a single noise or motion in the area. Natalya Arlovskaya preferred things this way – quiet, still, without any chaos or movement to disrupt the natural perfection of a room empty of people. The petite blonde was the only one here, standing in the middle of an opulent carpet with her eyes closed. She was taking slow and measured breaths, the way that her mother had taught her. A still mind led to a steady hand, she had been told, and in a flash she opened her eyes and flung her arm forward, releasing a silver streak into the air. The silence was sliced with the blade of a knife, vibrating from where it perched imbedded in a board on the wall. A rare and somehow-sinister-looking smile graced Natalya’s lips. A perfect hit. Natalya liked when things were perfect. She slowed her movements for a moment as she drew another knife from the cloth laid out on the end table beside her as she wondered whether her mother would be proud of her now. Sonya Arlovskaya had been a loyal follower of Pangaea, even though most people in the Wizarding world, pureblood and muggleborn alike, had hated the witch. Natalya never knew why she felt that way, but she did as her mother asked, and spent her childhood training to become just the same. Violet-blue eyes trained on the same mark as before as Natalya raised the knife in her hand to shoulder height. But her mother had spent her precious free time training her daughter how to use some magic, which was against Pangaea’s wishes. She claimed that it would make Natalya a better soldier one day. Eyes fluttered shut again as she attempted to still her mind. Thoughts pooled beneath the surface like blood in a wound, however. She had always done everything that her mother ever asked, and yet the woman had never seemed satisfied. She could feel a tremor developing in her arm, and tried to breathe slower. But Natalya would never be able to know why her mother was so contradictory, and would never get to receive the praise for which she so desperately longed. Now her mother was dead, and she would never be able to go back and fix things. Her arm seemed to pitch forward of its own accord, the knife propelled from her fingertips with exaggerated force. Natalya opened her eyes as if surprised to see that she had moved, just in time to see the blade bounce ineffectually against the wall and then clatter noisily to the floor. The metal scrape of the edge against the wooden floor made Natalya cringe as if her flesh were being sliced. Too much noise, too much chaos, too much uncertainty and missed opportunities and unspoken words and whispered wonderings and not enough breathing. Natalya’s lungs grew tight as she stared, wide-eyed, at the small slice in the wall where the blade had briefly imbedded before bouncing away as if to taunt her. She could feel a gloved hand drifting its way into her hair to grip her head and her knees going elastic as she slipped slowly down. They almost buckled beneath her for a moment as Natalya’s mind was overwhelmed by a cacophony of inner voices, sound bites of memories bouncing around in her head as if echoing from the edges of a cavern until they magnified into an opus of shame and condemnation. “STOP IT!” the distraught girl screamed, and in an instant the silence prevailed again. With breaths slowly stilling, Natalya straightened up with shaky knees and touched her fingers to the table to steady herself, running the other hand through her hair to straighten any loosened strands. Being alone was no excuse for being unkempt. Pale eyes cast over the remaining blades on the table and her hand drifted towards them, picking one up tenderly. Natalya raised the knife to her face, staring at it blankly and dragging her fingers across the razor-sharp edge. It wasn’t hard enough to cut through the leather of her gloves, but it was sharp enough to draw all of her focus to that single pinpoint of pain in her fingertips. She would just have to concentrate harder. She would just have to do better. No excuses, no distractions. She would be perfect this time. A pale glint of motion, and the only sound was a tiny thud as the metal made its mark in the wood.
Appearance:
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Country: Belarus
Age: 16
House: Slytherin
Gender: Female
Personality:
When first meeting Natalya, one gets the impression of her being cold and distant. She does not easily let people get to know her or see how she is feeling. She is hesitant about doing new things and being open about herself. She prefers watching from the sidelines to participating most of the time, unless it is an activity she has an inherent interest in (such as dueling). Natalya feels awkward interacting with other people, and she thinks of herself as shy and withdrawn, although other people perceive her as intimidating. She is the type who will quietly sit in the corner feeling melancholy that she can’t interact, but then when she does, she scares the living crap out of everybody. In some ways, she is not aware that she has this effect on people. Although when it is to her advantage, she can use this to get what she wants. She is effective at making others do what she desires by offering rewards and, more often than not, punishment. She doesn’t do this very often, though. She is, however, naturally a violent person, and will not hesitate to pull a knife
Natalya has a one-track mind, easily becoming obsessed with things. Everything that she does, she does intensely. This can be to her advantage, in that it allows her to make excellent grades in school, or it can manifest in an unhealthy way, leading to her obsessing about something so much that she just can’t let it go. Lately this has manifested in her desire to please her brother. She spends a lot of energy attempting to get him to notice her and watching him and everything he does. More recently it has also turned into a competitive streak as she has gotten older, and she wants to do even better than him at magic. Truthfully, Natalya is a perfectionist, and is intolerant of things not being the way she wants, especially in relation to herself. She disciplines herself rather harshly and has not allowed much room in her life for failure. She is a very strong-willed girl, and will pursue her desired goals with great tenacity. When she is successful, it is very rewarding for her, but her constant pushing herself can also be physically and psychologically draining. She can also be somewhat compulsive, occasionally doing strange things on a whim, especially when she sees something that is not perfect and wants to change it. This means that she sometimes does things that are socially-inappropriate, but Natalya has little regard for what is appropriate behavior.
She has an interest in the occult (especially haunted houses), the Dark Arts, and History of Magic (but only when it is bloody and violent). Her dream in life is to one day get married (married married!). Natalya believes in love that lasts forever, and cannot tolerate two-timing. She is very possessive and gets jealous easily, not always handing this in the most mature fashion. She was a supporter of Pangaea when she was in power, and is unsure how to move forward in this newly-forming government.
Background:
Natalya Arlovskaya is the inheritor of two pureblood lineages. Her father Alexei is of the ancient and prestigious Braginski line. He was a married man with two children, but had an affair with Natalya’s mother, Sonya Arlovskaya. Natalya grew up rather spoiled in some ways, because her family had such wealth and social standing. However, they were also very strict and demanding of her. She spent her childhood in a large, old home with just her eccentric mother and a few House Elves. Sonya was a very severe woman and kept her daughter very close to her, though she showed her love more through criticism and high expectations than any verbal or physical fluffy displays. The woman was a follower of Pangaea and a practitioner of the Dark Arts. She fully supported Natalya’s tutelage at Mountaintop Institute, but she also gave her daughter supplemental lessons at home, in the hopes of making Natalya the best possible future follower of the Dark Queen. Sonya was an expert knife-thrower, and trained her daughter in this as well. The very first time Natalya picked up a knife at 6 years old, she felt like she was coming home. Since then she has never been without one tucked away somewhere. However, Natalya’s mother died when she was 11 in an early scuffle with the resistance movement in 2029.
Then Natalya was taken into her father’s home to live with him, his wife, and her two half-siblings. She immediately liked them both, but had little experience with kids her own age, and spent more time keeping to herself and watching the other two than interacting with them. She especially liked Ivan, and looked up to him very much and wanted to be like him. As with most pureblood families, the Braginski household was also rather strict, and they expected a lot of their children. Natalya was jealous of Ivan’s success, and desired to do as well as him, in hopes that he would notice her. As she grew older, her sense of competitiveness grew, and she felt that the only way she could ever be confident enough to interact with her brother comfortably was if she was doing better than he, so that she wouldn’t feel so intimidated (apparently being intimidating runs in the family). This led to her becoming very excellent at her studies, though she always somehow seemed to do slightly poorer than her dear brother.
When she moved into her father’s home, Natalya began training in fencing and gymnastics. Though she had been studying knife-throwing and blade techniques for years, she found that she also enjoyed the heft and feel of a rapier in her hand, and expanded into training with multiple types of blades. Whenever she was first sent to the Mountaintop Institute, Natalya was able to “convince” a vendor to make a custom wand for her which is actually a knife. She also enjoys gymnastics for the control over her body that it affords and the discipline needed for it, although she does not like others to watch her when she practices.
Natalya is not sure how she feels about going to Hogwarts. She was expecting to go to Durmstrang like her parents did when they were younger. She knows that Hogwarts has a history of not teaching the Dark Arts to the students, and Natalya hopes that she will be pleasantly surprised when she arrives. Also, although she often comes off as intimidating to others, she has trouble being social, and is not looking forward to meeting so many new people. She tends to react harshly and violently, and when you’re not at a school for dark wizards, people tend to take that badly…
[If this history doesn't work for Russia and/or Ukraine's players, or if you want to develop more details with me, don't hesitate to PM me or hit me up in the C-Box and we will work things out.]
RP Sample:
There was not a single noise or motion in the area. Natalya Arlovskaya preferred things this way – quiet, still, without any chaos or movement to disrupt the natural perfection of a room empty of people. The petite blonde was the only one here, standing in the middle of an opulent carpet with her eyes closed. She was taking slow and measured breaths, the way that her mother had taught her. A still mind led to a steady hand, she had been told, and in a flash she opened her eyes and flung her arm forward, releasing a silver streak into the air. The silence was sliced with the blade of a knife, vibrating from where it perched imbedded in a board on the wall. A rare and somehow-sinister-looking smile graced Natalya’s lips. A perfect hit. Natalya liked when things were perfect. She slowed her movements for a moment as she drew another knife from the cloth laid out on the end table beside her as she wondered whether her mother would be proud of her now. Sonya Arlovskaya had been a loyal follower of Pangaea, even though most people in the Wizarding world, pureblood and muggleborn alike, had hated the witch. Natalya never knew why she felt that way, but she did as her mother asked, and spent her childhood training to become just the same. Violet-blue eyes trained on the same mark as before as Natalya raised the knife in her hand to shoulder height. But her mother had spent her precious free time training her daughter how to use some magic, which was against Pangaea’s wishes. She claimed that it would make Natalya a better soldier one day. Eyes fluttered shut again as she attempted to still her mind. Thoughts pooled beneath the surface like blood in a wound, however. She had always done everything that her mother ever asked, and yet the woman had never seemed satisfied. She could feel a tremor developing in her arm, and tried to breathe slower. But Natalya would never be able to know why her mother was so contradictory, and would never get to receive the praise for which she so desperately longed. Now her mother was dead, and she would never be able to go back and fix things. Her arm seemed to pitch forward of its own accord, the knife propelled from her fingertips with exaggerated force. Natalya opened her eyes as if surprised to see that she had moved, just in time to see the blade bounce ineffectually against the wall and then clatter noisily to the floor. The metal scrape of the edge against the wooden floor made Natalya cringe as if her flesh were being sliced. Too much noise, too much chaos, too much uncertainty and missed opportunities and unspoken words and whispered wonderings and not enough breathing. Natalya’s lungs grew tight as she stared, wide-eyed, at the small slice in the wall where the blade had briefly imbedded before bouncing away as if to taunt her. She could feel a gloved hand drifting its way into her hair to grip her head and her knees going elastic as she slipped slowly down. They almost buckled beneath her for a moment as Natalya’s mind was overwhelmed by a cacophony of inner voices, sound bites of memories bouncing around in her head as if echoing from the edges of a cavern until they magnified into an opus of shame and condemnation. “STOP IT!” the distraught girl screamed, and in an instant the silence prevailed again. With breaths slowly stilling, Natalya straightened up with shaky knees and touched her fingers to the table to steady herself, running the other hand through her hair to straighten any loosened strands. Being alone was no excuse for being unkempt. Pale eyes cast over the remaining blades on the table and her hand drifted towards them, picking one up tenderly. Natalya raised the knife to her face, staring at it blankly and dragging her fingers across the razor-sharp edge. It wasn’t hard enough to cut through the leather of her gloves, but it was sharp enough to draw all of her focus to that single pinpoint of pain in her fingertips. She would just have to concentrate harder. She would just have to do better. No excuses, no distractions. She would be perfect this time. A pale glint of motion, and the only sound was a tiny thud as the metal made its mark in the wood.
Appearance:
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