Post by Oddology at lj on Jan 26, 2010 5:41:01 GMT -5
Name: Yekatarina Chekushkin - called Katyusha for short.
Country of Origin: Ukraine
Age: 27
Affiliation: Russian Mafia - but she'd rather not be.
Expertise: Mole in the mafia. Also works at the Flower Shop.
Personality: Yekatarina is a purely kind hearted person, who always tries her best. Yekatarina never shows when she's irritated or angry, preffering to keep it all inside. The only times she'd show this is if someone hurt someone she deeply cared about - at which point she'd probably completely go insane and act recklessly. She's motherly, and will often go out of her way to try and cheer others up, often babying her friends by bringing them small gifts of food or knitting hats, mittens and scarves whenever it gets chilly. She tries to be optomistic about things, and while she can find a silver lining with other people's problems, she can get upset about the simplest of things, from burning cookies to accidentally cutting a flowers stem to far. However, she's remarkably talented at keeping her hopes up and staying positive when big challenges face her, no matter how hopeless it seems to other people.
Yekatarina trusts almost everyone, and tries to see the good and kind in everybody's actions. She's got a big heart, and tries to make as many friends as possible - however, she can be cripplingly shy when meeting someone for the first time, and has problems talking to people she hardly knows. When she eventually has managed to befriend someone, she's very bubbly and can be quite chatty, immediately trusting them as if she'd known them for several years.
Since she's so anxious to please, she often get's pushed around and taken advantage off, even if she doesn't realize it herself. She's an incredibly hard worker, and she would do everything to keep from dissapointing. If she's doing something for herself, by herself, she might quickly give up hope. However, as soon as she feels that people are counting on her, or relying on her, she can completely change, and take control of the situation. She's intelligent, and even if she doesn't have a college degree, Yekatarina is far from a bimbo. She might not be good at maths or geography, but she's read to the point that one could say she specializes in some subjects. She was fascinated by the war stratergies she read about, sex of War being a constant favorite of hers. She's good at strategic thinking, and even if she feels uncomfortable actually executing them, Yekatarina could do just that without any trouble.
Appearance: The first thing one would notice about Yekatarina is her chest. It's impossible to avoid them, or try to not notice them. They're very large, to the point that if she wears a shirt, the button can fly off without warning. Yekatarina is generally quite voluptuous, and overall she's well-proportioned, even with her rather generous chest. Yekatarina is of rather average height, with a decievingly weak looking frame. She doesn't spend her time working out, but she's still a lot stronger then her soft appearance suggests, and could hold her own if she was to be attacked.
Yekatarina wears her hair in a short, feminine bob, using various hair clips and hairbands to make sure it doesn't get into her eyes. Her face is round and kind-looking, and her sweet nature is reflected in her large, light blue doe eyes. She doesn't really have any sharp features in her face, which makes her look more cute and adorable, rather than beautiful and sexy, despite her shapely figure. Yekatarina dresses femininely, but also modestly. She often wears blouses with cute designs on the buttons, or polo-necks. She has no preference between skirts and trousers, and commonly wears boots. Infact, she only owns two pairs of shoes that aren't boots - a pair of no-heel mary-jane shoes with a cute flower pattern, and a pair of sexy, leather high heels, only worn on missions.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths:
- She's an incredibly kind and sweet young woman, who always tries to cheer others up. Even if she cries a lot and can get upset easily about the simplest of things, she's extremely optomistic when it comes to other peoples problems.
- She always tries her best, and she's very loyal. She doesn't hold grudges.
- Quite intelligent. She can learn things quickly, and despite being naive, she's quite good at stratergy.
- She's very reliable and trustworthy. She won't tell secrets or gossip, and Yekatarina's not so naive that she doesn't understand that talking about the mafia is not allowed.
- When things go wrong, she's good at taking charge, calming people down, quick thinking etc. She may burst into tears while doing so, but if people are counting on her she'll do everything in her power to make it right.
Weaknesses:
- Very naive, she's quite easy to trick, and believes most everything anyone says. If she thinks someone is her friend, she can be coerced to doing just about anything.
- She's almost always teary eyed, and can burst into tears at the drop of a hat.
- Constantly puts others wellbeing before her own, rather spending her time trying to make others smile and feel happy.
- Terrified of insulting anyone or coming across as rude, so she often stays quiet and therefore has problems making new friends.
- Her loyalty to the Mafia and her friends often clash with each other, often leaving her confused, in tears and trying to stay loyal to both - often an impossible task.
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
Likes:
- Milk
- Cooking
- Sewing
- Her friends
- Family (She refers to the Mafia as her family
- People
Dislikes:
- Choosing between loyalties
- Violence
- People staring at her chest
- Crying (Though she does it often)
- When she's not brave enough to make new friends
- Whenever her shirt button pops off
Quirks:
- Always has needle and thread with her (incase her shirt button pops off)
- Starts crying when she's nervous, frustrated, confused, embarassed... the list goes on.
- Likes to cook for people and often brings food whenever she's meeting someone.
Phobias:
- Someone she cares about dying or being killed
- Being ordered to kill someone she cared about
- Getting kicked out of the country
- Being held at gunpoint
- Dying alone
History: Yekatarina was born in Mykolaiv as the only child to a poor farming couple. From a young age, Yekatarina helped her parents with anything she could, from helping her mother cook to running the ten minutes to the next door neighbours to beg for a few beetroots, to milking the cows. Yekatarina was a genuinely selfless and sweet young girl, only occasionally getting upset when her younger siblings played with her precious books or dolls.
When she was sixteen years old, it was an unavoidable fact that the cost of keeping cows, chickens, sheep, and three teenage children was simply too much for the family to handle. The fact that her father was drinking for whatever money was left at the end of the day probably didn't help. When Yekatarina understood just how desperate their situation was, she decided that she would have to get a job - but who would give a job to a sixteen year old girl? Atleast, a legal job. However, when her uncle heard about her plan he pounced on the chance. He promised her he had a friend in the USA who was willing to offer Yekatarina a job, and Yekatarina, as naive and trusting as she was, accepted without a second thought. Two weeks later she was in the USA, locked up in a tiny room, and praying to any God who would listen.
After having flown from Kiev to Vienna, and from there to Paris, she had finally arrived. At the airport she was met by a large man whom she had never seen before, who said she was her uncles friend. Even if she was suspicious, she didn't want to seem rude - besides, she didn't have a chance to. He firmly grabbed her arm and escorted her to a jeep parked outside, where she was crammed into the backseat with three other girls, all three with large, scared eyes.
When she was locked up in the room, there was no doubt in her mind that she had been well and truly duped. It only took three days for her first 'client' to come in, who promptly left the kicking and screaming girl when she bit his arm as hard as she could. However, after a whole month of yelling at anyone who came near her untill she was hoarse, and lashing out at anything with every inch of her being, there was little more she could do but crawl into an unresponsive ball. After she finally gave up struggling, her 'assets' made her quite quickly became one of the most popular girls under her captors 'care'.
At twenty, there was one man who was a 'regular' with her, sometimes even coming twice a week. Yekatarina wasn't stupid - she saw her chance. She started acting like this man was the world to her, and eventually begged him to pay her debt and marry her. Without a second thought, the man payed for her and took her home. After a week she could be trusted to go grocery shopping and still come back - the poor man really believed she cared about him. One night, Yekatarina made sure he drank enough beer to pass out infront of the TV, and left a lighter with a flame burning in his hands. She calmly turned the stove on, put out the fire so that gas filled the apartment, and ran - making sure to take his wallet with her - as far and fast as she could before the entire place burst into flames.
Now, the murder was the simple thing. Getting away with it was harder, so Yekatarina jumped onto a train that would take her halfway across the country, namely, to New York City. Sure that she wouldn't be followed all the way out, Yekatarina decided to look for work. However, her english was poor, she didn't have any special talents, and, worst of all, she didn't have any documents. Refusing to go out onto the streets to make her money, a desperate Yekatarina turned to the local Mafia group, offering everything and anything if she could just get enough money to survive, maybe a fake citizenship. Seeing an opportunity, she was hired. Her initial job was just to lure men into an apartment, dark alleyway or something similair. The mafia would take care of it after that, she didn't need to dirty her hands with murder.
However, when she was twenty four, Yekatarina's english had improved to the point when she hardly had an accent left. She could now perform more important business then wearing a short skirt and tube top - seducing men was still what she mainly had to do, but what had changed was what she had to do after she'd seduced them. She might have to get into their house to access valuable information, or get them intoxicated enough to tell her anything she needed to know. She had a talent for this - not only because she definetely had the body to seduce - but because she was very capable at making people trust her.
With the fake American citizenship she managed to aquire, she got a job at a flower shop. Yekatarina adores this job, and would rather leave the mafia and just work honestly - but she knows it's impossible.
Sample/Character Introduction: It had been a slow day. The twenty seven year old woman tapped the toes of her bright blue wellies together absent mindedly, her thoughts elsewhere. Without thinking, as if the action was programmed as fully into her brain as breathing, she broke off a piece of bread and threw it into the crowd of pidgeons at her feet. Closing her eyes, Yekatarina sat and listened to all the noises. She liked times like this. Just listening to the traffic, people talking, pidgeons cooing, dogs barking... New York was such a vibrant and alive city compared to the little farm she had grown up on, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed at times. Which was why she sometimes sat down and just absorbed it instead.
Yekatarina wished she could sit like that forever. Never get hungry. Never get cold. Never get bored. Opening her eyes, she sighed. It was impossible... Even if she wasn't part of the Mafia, she still had the flower shop, and eventually, the winter would come, and she'd freeze, if starvation didn't come first... She sniffled slightly, quickly throwing another piece of bread to the pidgeons, scolding herself for sniffling. She hated the fact that she was such a wimp - why did she have to cry all the time? She didn't want to seem so weak.
Her thoughts drifted again, back to 'if only'... if only she wasn't part of the Mafia. Then all she had to do was wake up, go to the Flower Shop - a job she adored - and she could meet friends afterwards. She wondered how long she'd have to work at the Mafia, anyway. Yes, she was in great debt to them. They had made sure she had money to survive on, and they had even made her fake documents so she could work in the US. Still... She didn't like all the violence. She didn't like knowing she had killed people. Or that she had to lie to her friends about what she did some nights. Another sniffle. Yekatarina burried her face in her scarf so that people didn't notice the tears in her eyes. She threw the last piece of bread, before neatly folding her hands in her lap, quietly watching people walking past, and the pidgeons eventually fly away.
(And I<3Hetalia)
Country of Origin: Ukraine
Age: 27
Affiliation: Russian Mafia - but she'd rather not be.
Expertise: Mole in the mafia. Also works at the Flower Shop.
Personality: Yekatarina is a purely kind hearted person, who always tries her best. Yekatarina never shows when she's irritated or angry, preffering to keep it all inside. The only times she'd show this is if someone hurt someone she deeply cared about - at which point she'd probably completely go insane and act recklessly. She's motherly, and will often go out of her way to try and cheer others up, often babying her friends by bringing them small gifts of food or knitting hats, mittens and scarves whenever it gets chilly. She tries to be optomistic about things, and while she can find a silver lining with other people's problems, she can get upset about the simplest of things, from burning cookies to accidentally cutting a flowers stem to far. However, she's remarkably talented at keeping her hopes up and staying positive when big challenges face her, no matter how hopeless it seems to other people.
Yekatarina trusts almost everyone, and tries to see the good and kind in everybody's actions. She's got a big heart, and tries to make as many friends as possible - however, she can be cripplingly shy when meeting someone for the first time, and has problems talking to people she hardly knows. When she eventually has managed to befriend someone, she's very bubbly and can be quite chatty, immediately trusting them as if she'd known them for several years.
Since she's so anxious to please, she often get's pushed around and taken advantage off, even if she doesn't realize it herself. She's an incredibly hard worker, and she would do everything to keep from dissapointing. If she's doing something for herself, by herself, she might quickly give up hope. However, as soon as she feels that people are counting on her, or relying on her, she can completely change, and take control of the situation. She's intelligent, and even if she doesn't have a college degree, Yekatarina is far from a bimbo. She might not be good at maths or geography, but she's read to the point that one could say she specializes in some subjects. She was fascinated by the war stratergies she read about, sex of War being a constant favorite of hers. She's good at strategic thinking, and even if she feels uncomfortable actually executing them, Yekatarina could do just that without any trouble.
Appearance: The first thing one would notice about Yekatarina is her chest. It's impossible to avoid them, or try to not notice them. They're very large, to the point that if she wears a shirt, the button can fly off without warning. Yekatarina is generally quite voluptuous, and overall she's well-proportioned, even with her rather generous chest. Yekatarina is of rather average height, with a decievingly weak looking frame. She doesn't spend her time working out, but she's still a lot stronger then her soft appearance suggests, and could hold her own if she was to be attacked.
Yekatarina wears her hair in a short, feminine bob, using various hair clips and hairbands to make sure it doesn't get into her eyes. Her face is round and kind-looking, and her sweet nature is reflected in her large, light blue doe eyes. She doesn't really have any sharp features in her face, which makes her look more cute and adorable, rather than beautiful and sexy, despite her shapely figure. Yekatarina dresses femininely, but also modestly. She often wears blouses with cute designs on the buttons, or polo-necks. She has no preference between skirts and trousers, and commonly wears boots. Infact, she only owns two pairs of shoes that aren't boots - a pair of no-heel mary-jane shoes with a cute flower pattern, and a pair of sexy, leather high heels, only worn on missions.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths:
- She's an incredibly kind and sweet young woman, who always tries to cheer others up. Even if she cries a lot and can get upset easily about the simplest of things, she's extremely optomistic when it comes to other peoples problems.
- She always tries her best, and she's very loyal. She doesn't hold grudges.
- Quite intelligent. She can learn things quickly, and despite being naive, she's quite good at stratergy.
- She's very reliable and trustworthy. She won't tell secrets or gossip, and Yekatarina's not so naive that she doesn't understand that talking about the mafia is not allowed.
- When things go wrong, she's good at taking charge, calming people down, quick thinking etc. She may burst into tears while doing so, but if people are counting on her she'll do everything in her power to make it right.
Weaknesses:
- Very naive, she's quite easy to trick, and believes most everything anyone says. If she thinks someone is her friend, she can be coerced to doing just about anything.
- She's almost always teary eyed, and can burst into tears at the drop of a hat.
- Constantly puts others wellbeing before her own, rather spending her time trying to make others smile and feel happy.
- Terrified of insulting anyone or coming across as rude, so she often stays quiet and therefore has problems making new friends.
- Her loyalty to the Mafia and her friends often clash with each other, often leaving her confused, in tears and trying to stay loyal to both - often an impossible task.
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
Likes:
- Milk
- Cooking
- Sewing
- Her friends
- Family (She refers to the Mafia as her family
- People
Dislikes:
- Choosing between loyalties
- Violence
- People staring at her chest
- Crying (Though she does it often)
- When she's not brave enough to make new friends
- Whenever her shirt button pops off
Quirks:
- Always has needle and thread with her (incase her shirt button pops off)
- Starts crying when she's nervous, frustrated, confused, embarassed... the list goes on.
- Likes to cook for people and often brings food whenever she's meeting someone.
Phobias:
- Someone she cares about dying or being killed
- Being ordered to kill someone she cared about
- Getting kicked out of the country
- Being held at gunpoint
- Dying alone
History: Yekatarina was born in Mykolaiv as the only child to a poor farming couple. From a young age, Yekatarina helped her parents with anything she could, from helping her mother cook to running the ten minutes to the next door neighbours to beg for a few beetroots, to milking the cows. Yekatarina was a genuinely selfless and sweet young girl, only occasionally getting upset when her younger siblings played with her precious books or dolls.
When she was sixteen years old, it was an unavoidable fact that the cost of keeping cows, chickens, sheep, and three teenage children was simply too much for the family to handle. The fact that her father was drinking for whatever money was left at the end of the day probably didn't help. When Yekatarina understood just how desperate their situation was, she decided that she would have to get a job - but who would give a job to a sixteen year old girl? Atleast, a legal job. However, when her uncle heard about her plan he pounced on the chance. He promised her he had a friend in the USA who was willing to offer Yekatarina a job, and Yekatarina, as naive and trusting as she was, accepted without a second thought. Two weeks later she was in the USA, locked up in a tiny room, and praying to any God who would listen.
After having flown from Kiev to Vienna, and from there to Paris, she had finally arrived. At the airport she was met by a large man whom she had never seen before, who said she was her uncles friend. Even if she was suspicious, she didn't want to seem rude - besides, she didn't have a chance to. He firmly grabbed her arm and escorted her to a jeep parked outside, where she was crammed into the backseat with three other girls, all three with large, scared eyes.
When she was locked up in the room, there was no doubt in her mind that she had been well and truly duped. It only took three days for her first 'client' to come in, who promptly left the kicking and screaming girl when she bit his arm as hard as she could. However, after a whole month of yelling at anyone who came near her untill she was hoarse, and lashing out at anything with every inch of her being, there was little more she could do but crawl into an unresponsive ball. After she finally gave up struggling, her 'assets' made her quite quickly became one of the most popular girls under her captors 'care'.
At twenty, there was one man who was a 'regular' with her, sometimes even coming twice a week. Yekatarina wasn't stupid - she saw her chance. She started acting like this man was the world to her, and eventually begged him to pay her debt and marry her. Without a second thought, the man payed for her and took her home. After a week she could be trusted to go grocery shopping and still come back - the poor man really believed she cared about him. One night, Yekatarina made sure he drank enough beer to pass out infront of the TV, and left a lighter with a flame burning in his hands. She calmly turned the stove on, put out the fire so that gas filled the apartment, and ran - making sure to take his wallet with her - as far and fast as she could before the entire place burst into flames.
Now, the murder was the simple thing. Getting away with it was harder, so Yekatarina jumped onto a train that would take her halfway across the country, namely, to New York City. Sure that she wouldn't be followed all the way out, Yekatarina decided to look for work. However, her english was poor, she didn't have any special talents, and, worst of all, she didn't have any documents. Refusing to go out onto the streets to make her money, a desperate Yekatarina turned to the local Mafia group, offering everything and anything if she could just get enough money to survive, maybe a fake citizenship. Seeing an opportunity, she was hired. Her initial job was just to lure men into an apartment, dark alleyway or something similair. The mafia would take care of it after that, she didn't need to dirty her hands with murder.
However, when she was twenty four, Yekatarina's english had improved to the point when she hardly had an accent left. She could now perform more important business then wearing a short skirt and tube top - seducing men was still what she mainly had to do, but what had changed was what she had to do after she'd seduced them. She might have to get into their house to access valuable information, or get them intoxicated enough to tell her anything she needed to know. She had a talent for this - not only because she definetely had the body to seduce - but because she was very capable at making people trust her.
With the fake American citizenship she managed to aquire, she got a job at a flower shop. Yekatarina adores this job, and would rather leave the mafia and just work honestly - but she knows it's impossible.
Sample/Character Introduction: It had been a slow day. The twenty seven year old woman tapped the toes of her bright blue wellies together absent mindedly, her thoughts elsewhere. Without thinking, as if the action was programmed as fully into her brain as breathing, she broke off a piece of bread and threw it into the crowd of pidgeons at her feet. Closing her eyes, Yekatarina sat and listened to all the noises. She liked times like this. Just listening to the traffic, people talking, pidgeons cooing, dogs barking... New York was such a vibrant and alive city compared to the little farm she had grown up on, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed at times. Which was why she sometimes sat down and just absorbed it instead.
Yekatarina wished she could sit like that forever. Never get hungry. Never get cold. Never get bored. Opening her eyes, she sighed. It was impossible... Even if she wasn't part of the Mafia, she still had the flower shop, and eventually, the winter would come, and she'd freeze, if starvation didn't come first... She sniffled slightly, quickly throwing another piece of bread to the pidgeons, scolding herself for sniffling. She hated the fact that she was such a wimp - why did she have to cry all the time? She didn't want to seem so weak.
Her thoughts drifted again, back to 'if only'... if only she wasn't part of the Mafia. Then all she had to do was wake up, go to the Flower Shop - a job she adored - and she could meet friends afterwards. She wondered how long she'd have to work at the Mafia, anyway. Yes, she was in great debt to them. They had made sure she had money to survive on, and they had even made her fake documents so she could work in the US. Still... She didn't like all the violence. She didn't like knowing she had killed people. Or that she had to lie to her friends about what she did some nights. Another sniffle. Yekatarina burried her face in her scarf so that people didn't notice the tears in her eyes. She threw the last piece of bread, before neatly folding her hands in her lap, quietly watching people walking past, and the pidgeons eventually fly away.
(And I<3Hetalia)
