Post by Yelena Volkovaia on Aug 20, 2011 1:50:30 GMT -5
Full Name: Yelena "Lena" Volkovaia
Age: 21
Member Group: Human- (eventual)Fang Banger
What do you look life? Give us a brief description of how your person looks or post an image here.
Yelena has brown just this side of black hair that falls between her shoulder blades and stunning blue/grey eyes. She is very thin, some might say too thin as she forgets to eat quite often. She has high defined cheeks bones and full lips.
Celebrity photo is Mia Kirshner. I checked and didn't see anyone using her yet so i hope it's ok.
And This is Yelena When she working or has her nose in a book
Character History:(Where did you come from? Anything significant in your life?)
Growing up in Rostov Russia Yelena was mostly a quiet and thoughtful child. She was never much for making friends and could often be found dissecting insects in her back yard or indulging in her favorite past time, reading. Considered by most to be a strange child her parent spoiled there daughter, buying her anything from fairy tale books at age ten to medical books at age fifteen. She was quite a book worm and her parents encouraged it as much as they could afford to. Hoping one day there child would be able to get the education neither of them had been afforded. She began homeschool at age 13 after a disturbing incident involving a dead pig in biology class. Worried for there daughters mental state and safety from judging peers she immediately started homeschool. Happy to be away from those whom she thought didn't understand her Yelena was determined to learn everything she could about the mechanics of the human body. Her macabre interest in death and how the body works was only intensified on her 17th birthday, a birthday that would not only haunt her but influence her the rest of her life.
On the night of January 5th of 2007 Yelena's life crashed down around her. She had been sitting in her living room with her father while her mother washed the plates the small yet delicious birthday cake had sat upon. A small laugh escaped her lips as her father said happy birthday to his "moi malen kii tsvetok", his little flower. A nick name she adored almost as much as she adored him. It was a shock to them both when the small laugh was faded out by a shriek. Never in her life had she heard a sound more terrifying Ignoring her fathers instruction to stay put she followed him to the kitchen after her mother.
The only thing she can recall from that night was the blood. The way the metallic yet sweet scent hung in the air and clung to the walls, pooling on the floor. The man with the golden hair and teeth, god the teeth. As she kneels in the cabinet just inside the kitchen she could not stop her self from peeking out and staring at the mans mouth as he whipped the crimsons stains of her parents life off of his pale mouth. She couldn't remember what had happened, only that her parents weren't moving. The idea of death had never bothered her before and even still it only mesmerized her. Her breath was even, her heart calm, in a state of fright she was frozen. Only when the golden haired man saw her and laughed full throatily did her heart rate and breathing escalate. In a foreign tongue the man said, "No fear little flower, I'm full" before he left in a blur of speed. His words echoed through her head. And though she did not understand his language she had a sudden feeling of anger, as if he had mocker her. It was two days before the police found her still kneeling in the cabinet unable to move.
She spent the next year learning everything she could about the English language, although not growing fluent and saving money to move to America for school as her parents had wanted, but the memory of that night though fragmented had never left her dreams. And The golden haired man who's face would never be forgotten haunted her waking moments, Fueling her desires to know more about the topic that gave others chills.
Personality in Two Steps:
A Brief Paragraph about your personality
Determined and sometimes Haughty, Yelena also has a soft and curious side. Disliking others of her own species finding them irrational and
blind she likes to spend her time around dead or quite things. Although she enjoys animals and finds them very interesting her interest in the dead is what consumes her time. Spending years in medical school and then getting a job as a morticians assistant she has tended to be a workaholic. She is a sarcastic and witty woman who's delicate outearier is only matched by her macabre curiosity.
Although all this is true she tends to loose her nerve around birds, she has had a dreadful phobia of them ever since she was dive bombed by a pigeon at the age of 6. Many may find her to be cold or distant, but
underneath the quiet and sarcastic mask she is a very gentle and caring person even if she finds it difficult to relate to others of her species.
Eight Key Word Personality Traits
A List of What You Like and Dislike: Four each. Add more if you
want!
Likes
Dislikes
Future Plans for your character? Where do you plan to go?
I am hopeful that at some point (not any time soon, I'd like for it to take a while to developed) Yelena can meet and fall for a vampire, possibly becoming one herself, though the last isn't necessary. I also Hope for her to Find the vampire who killed her parents and see where that goes. I'd like for her to grow to be a part of the vampire community and make friends, which she has never had. I'd also love for her to work at the morgue or funeral home if you are hiring.
Have you read the books? Watched the show? Both Both, though I am only on the third book. : )
Sample RP
Just show us your writing style and give us a feel for your character in any given situation.
(I thought I'd do one in first person and also one in third if that's
OK?)
Fangtasia, the boy had said. Where all the blood suckers spend time looking for someone to eat. I had frowned and allowed him to rant, it seemed only appropriate as the boy had just lost his lover to a vampire and we were discussing this over her coffin. But I had wondered briefly if that was the appropriate response, to just be quiet and listen, is that what people do?
When I had gone home for the day I had time to dwell on it all. Fangtasia, I had wondered since I had first heard about vampires if one of them had been responsible for the death of my parents. I wondered if I cared. But the thought intrigued me, what would it be like to see one in person? Would there skin be cold and waxy like the corpses I dressed everyday at work? Would they smell of decay? Would they be silent like the dead...I Knew vampires walked, and talked but did they have that otherworldly silence that the real dead had? My curiosity burned through me as I lay soaking in the hot water that filled my claw foot tub.
I ran my fingers through my long dark hair and slid slowly under the water until I was completely submerged and surrounded by hot water. Fangtasia, as I watched the bubbles floating from my nose to the surface my curiosity made my mind up for me. I had to satisfy this overwhelming curiosity. She decided to drive to Shrevport as soon as night fell.
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She entered the club and was immediately disoriented by the red neon and the overwhelming sense of life. Life was the last thing she had expected to feel here in this place. As she slowly regained her composure she took a step further into the room, the bass from the speakers vibrating through her body like a cardiac patients heart before it failed. The thumping was almost pulling her in, as if she was unable to resist it's call. She found an open seat at the bar, and tucking her white lace skirt under her she delicately took a seat. She sat turning her head curiously, taking everything in.
She had not expected to find so many other humans in this place. The room was filled with girls in vinyl bra's and lingerie and men in leather pants bared chests, looking down at her White floral lace skirt and black tank top she felt horribly
undressed.
"You must be knew," Laughed a petite brown haired woman as she took a seat beside her. Yelena looked her up and down taking in the red vinyl dress against her pale skin. She blinked and gave a simple yes as a
response.
"You want to be careful coming in here looking like that hunny." The woman said, "you look like dinner."
Laughing she ordered a true blood and walked away. For a moment, Yelena hesitated wondering if she had made a mistake coming. But the moment was fleeting as she saw the man sitting on the throne near the dance floor. She felt her mouth drop just a little, he was beautiful. Beautiful like one of the corpses she dressed. Pale and still, calm. Yet he looked, he felt, alive. As if his skin was made of cold fire.
She stared perhaps longer than was polite before licking her lips and turning her head away. Her breathing came faster and she shook her head as if it would help. She ordered a water and sat for sometime, occasionally glancing in the vampires direction. She didn't know how long she had been there, stealing glances and sipping water but the joy she felt was new and intriguing. She stood to leave, straightening out the wrinkles in her skirt and walking to the door she stole one more glance before facing the cool night air. She had seen and felt what she had wanted to, but it was overwhelming. And for the first time since she moved to Bon Temps she felt herself loosing her cool collected state of mind and instead feeling...excited.
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If these weren't long enough please please let me know. This is still a work in progress so any and all pointers are very appreciated.
Age: 21
Member Group: Human- (eventual)Fang Banger
What do you look life? Give us a brief description of how your person looks or post an image here.
Yelena has brown just this side of black hair that falls between her shoulder blades and stunning blue/grey eyes. She is very thin, some might say too thin as she forgets to eat quite often. She has high defined cheeks bones and full lips.
Celebrity photo is Mia Kirshner. I checked and didn't see anyone using her yet so i hope it's ok.
And This is Yelena When she working or has her nose in a book
Character History:(Where did you come from? Anything significant in your life?)
Growing up in Rostov Russia Yelena was mostly a quiet and thoughtful child. She was never much for making friends and could often be found dissecting insects in her back yard or indulging in her favorite past time, reading. Considered by most to be a strange child her parent spoiled there daughter, buying her anything from fairy tale books at age ten to medical books at age fifteen. She was quite a book worm and her parents encouraged it as much as they could afford to. Hoping one day there child would be able to get the education neither of them had been afforded. She began homeschool at age 13 after a disturbing incident involving a dead pig in biology class. Worried for there daughters mental state and safety from judging peers she immediately started homeschool. Happy to be away from those whom she thought didn't understand her Yelena was determined to learn everything she could about the mechanics of the human body. Her macabre interest in death and how the body works was only intensified on her 17th birthday, a birthday that would not only haunt her but influence her the rest of her life.
On the night of January 5th of 2007 Yelena's life crashed down around her. She had been sitting in her living room with her father while her mother washed the plates the small yet delicious birthday cake had sat upon. A small laugh escaped her lips as her father said happy birthday to his "moi malen kii tsvetok", his little flower. A nick name she adored almost as much as she adored him. It was a shock to them both when the small laugh was faded out by a shriek. Never in her life had she heard a sound more terrifying Ignoring her fathers instruction to stay put she followed him to the kitchen after her mother.
The only thing she can recall from that night was the blood. The way the metallic yet sweet scent hung in the air and clung to the walls, pooling on the floor. The man with the golden hair and teeth, god the teeth. As she kneels in the cabinet just inside the kitchen she could not stop her self from peeking out and staring at the mans mouth as he whipped the crimsons stains of her parents life off of his pale mouth. She couldn't remember what had happened, only that her parents weren't moving. The idea of death had never bothered her before and even still it only mesmerized her. Her breath was even, her heart calm, in a state of fright she was frozen. Only when the golden haired man saw her and laughed full throatily did her heart rate and breathing escalate. In a foreign tongue the man said, "No fear little flower, I'm full" before he left in a blur of speed. His words echoed through her head. And though she did not understand his language she had a sudden feeling of anger, as if he had mocker her. It was two days before the police found her still kneeling in the cabinet unable to move.
She spent the next year learning everything she could about the English language, although not growing fluent and saving money to move to America for school as her parents had wanted, but the memory of that night though fragmented had never left her dreams. And The golden haired man who's face would never be forgotten haunted her waking moments, Fueling her desires to know more about the topic that gave others chills.
Personality in Two Steps:
A Brief Paragraph about your personality
Determined and sometimes Haughty, Yelena also has a soft and curious side. Disliking others of her own species finding them irrational and
blind she likes to spend her time around dead or quite things. Although she enjoys animals and finds them very interesting her interest in the dead is what consumes her time. Spending years in medical school and then getting a job as a morticians assistant she has tended to be a workaholic. She is a sarcastic and witty woman who's delicate outearier is only matched by her macabre curiosity.
Although all this is true she tends to loose her nerve around birds, she has had a dreadful phobia of them ever since she was dive bombed by a pigeon at the age of 6. Many may find her to be cold or distant, but
underneath the quiet and sarcastic mask she is a very gentle and caring person even if she finds it difficult to relate to others of her species.
Eight Key Word Personality Traits
- Insightful
- Curious
- Witty
- Fearless
- Stubborn
- Willing
- non-conforming
- Sarcastic
A List of What You Like and Dislike: Four each. Add more if you
want!
Likes
- dead things
- Calla Lilies
- Coffee
- Cigarettes
- The Quiet
- Snow
- Steak, rare and still mooing
Dislikes
- Other people/humans
- Birds
- Sun/sunburns
- idiocy
- people who are over emotional
- Being mocked
- broccoli
Future Plans for your character? Where do you plan to go?
I am hopeful that at some point (not any time soon, I'd like for it to take a while to developed) Yelena can meet and fall for a vampire, possibly becoming one herself, though the last isn't necessary. I also Hope for her to Find the vampire who killed her parents and see where that goes. I'd like for her to grow to be a part of the vampire community and make friends, which she has never had. I'd also love for her to work at the morgue or funeral home if you are hiring.
Have you read the books? Watched the show? Both Both, though I am only on the third book. : )
Sample RP
Just show us your writing style and give us a feel for your character in any given situation.
(I thought I'd do one in first person and also one in third if that's
OK?)
Fangtasia, the boy had said. Where all the blood suckers spend time looking for someone to eat. I had frowned and allowed him to rant, it seemed only appropriate as the boy had just lost his lover to a vampire and we were discussing this over her coffin. But I had wondered briefly if that was the appropriate response, to just be quiet and listen, is that what people do?
When I had gone home for the day I had time to dwell on it all. Fangtasia, I had wondered since I had first heard about vampires if one of them had been responsible for the death of my parents. I wondered if I cared. But the thought intrigued me, what would it be like to see one in person? Would there skin be cold and waxy like the corpses I dressed everyday at work? Would they smell of decay? Would they be silent like the dead...I Knew vampires walked, and talked but did they have that otherworldly silence that the real dead had? My curiosity burned through me as I lay soaking in the hot water that filled my claw foot tub.
I ran my fingers through my long dark hair and slid slowly under the water until I was completely submerged and surrounded by hot water. Fangtasia, as I watched the bubbles floating from my nose to the surface my curiosity made my mind up for me. I had to satisfy this overwhelming curiosity. She decided to drive to Shrevport as soon as night fell.
----------------------------------------------------------------
She entered the club and was immediately disoriented by the red neon and the overwhelming sense of life. Life was the last thing she had expected to feel here in this place. As she slowly regained her composure she took a step further into the room, the bass from the speakers vibrating through her body like a cardiac patients heart before it failed. The thumping was almost pulling her in, as if she was unable to resist it's call. She found an open seat at the bar, and tucking her white lace skirt under her she delicately took a seat. She sat turning her head curiously, taking everything in.
She had not expected to find so many other humans in this place. The room was filled with girls in vinyl bra's and lingerie and men in leather pants bared chests, looking down at her White floral lace skirt and black tank top she felt horribly
undressed.
"You must be knew," Laughed a petite brown haired woman as she took a seat beside her. Yelena looked her up and down taking in the red vinyl dress against her pale skin. She blinked and gave a simple yes as a
response.
"You want to be careful coming in here looking like that hunny." The woman said, "you look like dinner."
Laughing she ordered a true blood and walked away. For a moment, Yelena hesitated wondering if she had made a mistake coming. But the moment was fleeting as she saw the man sitting on the throne near the dance floor. She felt her mouth drop just a little, he was beautiful. Beautiful like one of the corpses she dressed. Pale and still, calm. Yet he looked, he felt, alive. As if his skin was made of cold fire.
She stared perhaps longer than was polite before licking her lips and turning her head away. Her breathing came faster and she shook her head as if it would help. She ordered a water and sat for sometime, occasionally glancing in the vampires direction. She didn't know how long she had been there, stealing glances and sipping water but the joy she felt was new and intriguing. She stood to leave, straightening out the wrinkles in her skirt and walking to the door she stole one more glance before facing the cool night air. She had seen and felt what she had wanted to, but it was overwhelming. And for the first time since she moved to Bon Temps she felt herself loosing her cool collected state of mind and instead feeling...excited.
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If these weren't long enough please please let me know. This is still a work in progress so any and all pointers are very appreciated.
I apologize for the large size of the photos though, i guess the resize feature didn't work out so well.