Post by sey on Feb 22, 2012 0:47:30 GMT -5
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Name: Natalya (Braginskaya) Arlovskaya
Age: Twenty - Seven
Nationality: Russian
Birthday: August 25th
Cybernetic Alterations/Enhancements:
Right Arm - Her right arm was severe damaged. The humerus, radius, and ulna were all broken in several places. Her hand had third degree burns and most of the nerves in her hand were damaged beyond repair. Her whole arm replaced to her scapula with a cybernetic prostatic. The arm is fireproof since she had to lie and tell the doctors her arm got hurt in a cooking accident. Her right arm is much strong than it ever was. She could bend metal with it, and it sometimes happen when she’s upset and doesn’t control herself.
Why?:
Her injuries to her arm were a parting gift from her father. In his last days, he became extremely violent and delusional. He found her in the kitchen and accused her of stealing from him while she was making him dinner. He repeatedly slammed the oven door on her arm while it was on. And when he felt that wasn't good enough he took that hand and put it on the stove to make sure she could never use that hand to steal from him again.
Occupation: Prima Ballerina
Upper, Middle, or Lower Class?: Upper-class
Attitude Towards Bots?:
Belarus feels nothing towards bots. She has no hatred or love for them. They are simply items that the wealthy have acquired. If anything, they are more tolerable than humans because bots have the ability to be shut down when she wishes for them to shut up. Humans are harder to shut down, however with the proper tools even they can be put out of commission: temporarily or otherwise.
Appearance:
There is no question that Natalya is beautiful. Over the years, she’s maintained a youthful doll like appearance with flawless pale skin and striking sapphire eyes. She has long silky platinum blonde slightly past her waist. She is very particular about her appearances since old habits die hard. When she wears a bow, it’s always at the top of her head near her bangs. It was the place her nanny placed it when she was growing up. She wears dress since she was taught that respectable girls wear dresses and street trash can wear anything they want. She loves lace, silk, suede, and satin and how it feels against the skin. She tends to wear black stockings since she sees them as classier than something like nude colored stockings.
Likes
[x] Vodka
[x] Solitude
[x] Older Brother
[x] Occult
[x] Classical Music
[x] Dancing
Dislikes
[x] People
[x] Rule Breakers
[x] Group Projects
[x] Loudness
[x] Dust
Strengths
[x] Physical Strength
[x] Courageous
[x] Intelligence
[x] Intimidation
Weaknesses
[x] Anti-Social
[x] Apathetic
[x] Abrasive
[x] Impulsive
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Personality:
Outwardly, Natalya is a beautiful but shy woman. Most times, she prefers not to talk. At parties and social gatherings, she tends to hang off to the side drinking alone. However, that persona that strangers assume is Natalya is very far from the truth. She’s not scared of social setting or even speaking her mind. She’s a very blunt person. Most times the things she has to say are quite cruel and negative, and she never feels any regrets about voicing them. She’s not someone who’s critiquing others to make them better either. There are no good intentions behind her actions. She simply notices all the negative things and points them out. After having been scrutinized for everything she has done for her entire life, she has not sympathies for others or their feelings. Being coldhearted is the only way to survive in such a cruel world.
She’s an intelligent woman, not that many notice. She doesn’t put herself in unfavorable situations. It’s not to say she’s never gotten into an unfavorable situation. Her harsh words can turn people against her, and she is alone in this world. She has a violent side that can come out of nowhere, especially when she consumes too much alcohol. And while a smart woman would know to hold her tongue in dangerous situations, avoid fights, and drink less to for safety’s sake, she does none of these. It’s could be considered self-destructive tendencies, but she likes to think she’s above such actions. After all, self destruction was the downfall of her parents and she doesn’t want to be like them. Instead, she says she’s a stubborn person.
While Natalya’s not shy, she does feel anxious at times. It’s usually when things aren’t going as planned. Most of her life was supposed to go along as someone else planned, but now that she’s in control she wants her plans to be successful. And when things don’t go her way, she does become abusive. She’s quick to dish out insults at the faults of others, especially if those people are trying to change her opinion. She’s childish in that regard. She likes to think she’s always right since she doesn’t trust anyone else to know what’s best. It makes her hard to get along with, especially when there’s a difference in opinion.
But it’s not impossible to get along with Natalya. She can have intelligent, civil conversations with others. She likes the classical arts. She enjoys nice clothing and sophisticated things. As long as nobody tries to categorize her as a pretty girl after pretty things then she can share a nice moment over common opinions. And if the person can share knowledge on things she doesn’t know, she’s more than willing to stay silent to learn a thing or two. She’s actually a curious person.
The sweet, smiling, happy side of Natalya is very hard to see. She dislikes the world and sees it as a terrible place. A terrible place has no room for stupid carefree smiles. But around those that make her feel safe and loved, she can smile. She knows that those people are deserving of her smile and she should cherish those happy moments. But since her brother is presumed dead and her sister left and didn’t leave a way to contact her, Natalya’s alone. And being alone in a horrible place is never a reason to smile or be happy.
History:
Natalya Braginskaya was born the third and last child in the Braginskaya family. She was the surprise child, born eleven years after their son and sixteen after their first child. Her family was anything but loving. But love didn’t matter in affluent families. What mattered were the thoughts of other members of upper society. And so with the failures of their previous child, Nikolai and Maria were determined to have the perfect child. She would be beautiful, sweet, graceful, and obedient.[/b][/size][/blockquote]
Natalya had no idea what her parents had planned for her life. She was an innocent child who followed around her older brother and cared for by her nanny. Her beginning years were spent in ignorant bliss. Ivan was nice enough to play with her and indulge her silly whims. Kateryna was much older than her and thus closer to Ivan. It made her feel jealous of Kateryna and always wish she was older so she could be closer with her brother too. But Kateryna was a nice older sister willing to give hugs and smiles when Natalya was around. It was the happiness time in Natalya's life.
Her older brother was by far her favorite person. As a child, her mother and father were nice people but they weren’t around her like her brother. He played with her since no one else would. Her nanny only seemed to want to dress her and force her to wear itchy clothes, but Ivan never forced her to do anything. He wasn’t always dotting over her. Since both her siblings were much older, they sometimes got too busy to play. But that didn’t stop her from trying to be near them. Ivan was usually the target of her stalking. She would follow him around, hiding behind small objects or standing around corners. Whether she was following Ivan or Kateryna, she was always found out. More than likely, they noticed she was following them because she would always call out for them.
Stalking Ivan wasn’t necessarily a good thing. Sometimes children weren’t too nice to him, making her enraged. Her big brother was great! Why would anyone ever be mean to him? She didn’t understand it at all. But the meanest person always seemed to be her father. He said such horrible things to him, though Natalya was born after the years of physical abuse. It was upsetting to see how her father treated him when he thought the two males were alone. Nikolai was never a nice figure. He wasn’t ever one to smile at her like the maids or seem happy like her mother, but the man had never said such horrible things to her. She didn’t understand why he was so cruel. Parents were supposed to be loving. Her siblings were loving. And even her mother sometimes showed affection, coming into her room to kiss her on the forehead goodnight. But happiness and love seemed to be fleeting in her life. One day, Kateryna no longer lived with them and soon enough, Ivan was sent away by their father. A place she once felt love suddenly became an empty place.
Natalya was alone in the house by the age of eight. Life was different without Ivan. He was such a strong yet gentle figure. The only figures in the house was her mother who rarely spent time around her except to tell her she was beautiful, her father’s silence glares, and the maids that were supposed to care for her. It was a depressing place. Without her big brother to coddle her, she found herself often sitting alone in a room listening to the classical music playing in the background as the maids did their chores. No one came to play with her or ask her if she wanted things. Any time she voiced any type of want to her mother, the woman would simply nod but she wasn’t listening. And she never dared to say anything to the brooding figure that was her father. But why would she ever care to talk to him when he was the reason that her big brother was gone?
She was finally perfect, except for the fact she never smiled. But who cared if she smiled. But having an obedient but silent child wasn’t enough. There needed to be something to be something to brag about. They couldn’t well talk about either of the other children to others. She couldn’t do anything meaningful since Natalya was a girl, so she was put into dance classes. It was decided she would become a ballerina. It wasn’t any different to Natalya than anything else someone else had decided. She never had input in anything from what she wanted to wear to what she wanted to eat now. What did her opinion matter in this new subject?
Being forced to dance was a painful ordeal. Teachers were as strict as her parents, but actually hawked around to yell. There were never any compliments. Teachers only pointed out what was done wrong in the cruelest way possible. Those who couldn’t perform a move were worthless idiots. Those that couldn’t keep posture were ugly slobs. Those who gained weight and did not train enough were disgusting pigs. No one was capable of doing things perfectly. Those who looked weak were quickly hurt mentally by the verbal abuse or physically when a teacher attacked a weak spot in their posture and made them fall. But the harsh environment was nothing new to Natalya. She didn’t thrive in it, but she was accustomed to it all. She felt indifferent to criticism from teachers or competiveness from the other students. It was simply another thing she was forced to do.
In her mid-teens, she had noticed the dynamic of her family slightly changing. Her mother seemed oddly happy, full of compliments about Natalya. It was awkward since she had barely taken an interest in the girl, but it was always superficial compliments on how she looked or how beautifully she danced. Her father was never full of compliments. He had his usual dark glares while drinking vodka.
Her mother wanted to bond by borrowing clothes, and looking pretty just like her daughter. It was rather odd for Maria to be so cheerful, but Natalya never voiced her feelings. Her mother started dressing in her clothing for whatever reason. She wished to go to the wonderful parties her daughter had always declined. She wished for them to go out on the town and enjoy themselves. Since she was never one to disagree with her parents, she simply went along with what her mother wished. They spent more and more time away from home, though not really together. Her mother wished to become social and friendly while Natalya always found herself in the back, drinking alone.
Returning home was extremely hostile. Her father would always have harsh words for her, but even harsher for her mother. Even though all the walls and halls, she could hear them yelling at one another. But for Natalya, the tension was ignorable. But it became a concern when her mother declared one night she was never going home. Instead, she would go home with some other gentleman, and she suggested Natalya do so too. She was drunk, and even when Natalya insisted they go home, she refused. Instead of fighting her, she went home alone. Maria didn’t return the next night, or even the next week. Her disappearance made Nikolai increasing agitated with each day. Without her mother dragging her off, there was no reason to attend parties. And while home life didn’t feel homely, she had nowhere else to go. Slowly, the maids quit one by one. Some seemed to have bruises when they left. It was obvious why though she said nothing. By the time she was seventeen she was alone in the house with that man.
As much as she wanted to leave, she had nowhere to go. She went to school and home only to hear him yell at her for hours for being a worthless woman. His stomach had seemed to bloat over the years though he was never hungry. Even so, he demanded she’d cook every day. He would be sleep before she finished and his food would be in the trash the next day when she awoke. He started having delusions, yelling at Ivan even though no one was in the room, always threatening to kill him for defying him. She simply watched him at such time, begrudgingly. Only wishing to murder him for always being that reason people left. But she never acted on such feelings. Even though there were knives in the kitchen and he slept so soundly after drinking so much vodka. She left temptation alone.
One day his delusions got to best of him, causing him to attack her while she was cooking for him. He accused her of being one of the thieving maids and wanted to teach her a lesson. Even though he was an aged and insane, he was still so much stronger than her. She had tried to defend herself with a knife when he came after her, but he snapped her fingers backwards. Though, that wasn’t enough. He proceeded to pull her towards the oven, and slam her arm in it repeatedly. Her screams only made him happier. By the time he was burning her hand on the stove, he realized who she was and left the room without any apology. She was forced to go to the hospital alone and make up some lie for them to treat her. While they could put pins in her bones to fix them and graph skin on the parts burnt, she opted for something more extreme. She wanted a cybernetic arm. It would be an arm stronger than the one she had before - one that could take on a delusional man or any man. She was alone in this world and only had herself to rely on, so she needed to become more reliable.
It was unbelievable painful, but pain was something she was used to. It was hard to adjust to, though it perfectly replacement for her previous arm. Any time she gripped something with her new hand, she broke it. Unfortunately, her father had never been one of those things. When she returned home after recovering from surgery, he was dead with a drink in his hand. They claimed it was liver failure, but she could care less. Her father’s life meant as much as his death. Though with his death, she now had money and could live anywhere she wanted as whoever she wanted. She finally had freedom, and oddly freedom felt as meaningless as being oppressed.
She had received money from her inheritance and moved away. She changed her last name so she wouldn’t be associated with her past. She lied and claimed she was from Belarus and her parents were dead. She went on to practice ballet professionally, not that it mattered. Dancing professionally was even harsher than being taught. But Natalya only knew harsh environments. As the years went on, she went up in rank until she finally achieved prima ballerina. At the same time, the rich began to have new toys called bots. They could be made for anything and look like what one desired. She desired two, ones that could look like her brother and sister for a secret haven of happiness, but the company couldn’t ever make such specific looking bots. They could offer her Russian ones, Belarusian ones, or even Ukrainian ones, but it wasn’t like nationally mattered to her. She wanted her siblings, but they were more than likely dead. Men sent off to the military always died, and Katryna had been gone for so long she had probably forgotten her if she wasn’t dead. It was funny since money and freedom was supposed to bring happiness, yet even when having both she could never find any.
RP Sample:
It was over. The audience had already left and so did all the performers. The stage was completely dark. The complete silence and nothingness was comforting. There was no one to disturb her or upset her. It was perfect. She walked up on the stage and looked towards the seats. In her mind, she could see him wearing his scarf in the back since it wasn’t too masculine for a boy to come watch a ballet. But for her, he would do this one feminine act just because it would make her happy. She was there sitting with him. Natalya didn’t want them sitting together without her, but she supposed it couldn’t be help. She was with him before Natalya was born, and she was probably watching over him now while the young woman couldn’t.
“Ya vwill dance for vyu,” she whispered to herself. She could see them both smiling and approval. It was a heartwarming feeling. They would happily come see her, and she wanted to show them they had reasons to be proud. She bowed out to the figures then closed her eyes as she planned her moves. Her feet moved on their own as she allegro across stage. She went lifted herself to her toes and waltzed across stage as if there were music. Step, step, turn. Step, step, step, turn. She turned once again before petit saut to end the first set. She would have continued to the next set but someone disturbed her beautiful silence. A man applauded, but it wasn’t her beloved brother or sister. His clapping made the two ghost stand up and take their leave, forcing her to once again face the reality that she was alone in this world.
“You look beautiful,” he said. “You’ve even be more beautiful with a smile.”
She didn’t understand the logic behind such words. Was the only compliment this man could think of was her outward appearance? It was such an insignificant thing. She wasn’t a doll like those bots that everyone seemed to want to own. It meant she had flaws since someone hadn’t created her to be flawless. And even those things had flaws. But this stupid man was here trying to talk to her for no reason other than her had a pretty face, and somehow wanted to see her more beautiful. How pretentious! Her frown deepened at his words. She owned him nothing and didn’t wish for his company. She would never take his advice.
“Nyet,” she muttered. He didn’t deserve a smile. No one deserved to see her smile. Those who she could smile for were gone from this world. The things that made her happy were all gone from this world. The only things left in this world were people she could care less about. This world was such an unhappy, miserable place. And the longer she was around this man, the more miserable this place was. She huffed in disapproval before walking off stage and going out the doors and out of the building. Sadly, they weren’t waiting for her outside. They couldn’t be. And that was why she hated this world. Natalya frowned again before walking into the city’s streets to her house.
:ooc information:
Name: Sey
Age: 28
Time Zone (GMT +/-): CST (-6 GMT)
Experience: 14 years rp / 6 months Seychelles / once Belarus over IM
Contact Information: ask?
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