Post by Cassette on Mar 17, 2011 20:06:49 GMT -5
♦Natallia Arlovskaya♦
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Basic Information
Character Name Natallia Arlouskaja (Natalia Arlovskaya in English)
Age 19
Gender Female.
Country Republic of Belarus
Hometown Minsk
House Position and Job Head of Security and mortician.
The Whole Story
Looks Don't Mean Everything Natallia is a woman of limited height and petite stature; she attemps to make up for this by wearing the most voluminous skirts that she can afford. She favors darker colors and simple patterns in her dress. She never leaves her house without heels, nylons, gloves, and everything else that she might deem nescessary. Natasha often wears far too many clothes for the hot Hawaiian weather, but she would much rather fan herself for hours that go out of her house underdressed.
The Belarusian woman wears her long, platinum blonde hair back, though on special occasions and while she is working she will wear it up in a simple knot. Often, a white or black bow adorns her hair, though a fascinator will oftimes accompany her knotted hairstyle. Her make-up is simple and often mimicks the dark and gaudy look of the bodies she prepares. Unlike her sister's sweet and natural beauty, Natallia's looks require a bit of getting used to. She has small but finely shaped lips, eyes in a blue-ish shade of violet, and a nose which is almost too large for her face but not quite.
While Natallia can't control much inside, she strives to always look her best outside
But Some of Us Are Ugly On the Inside, Too Natallia's "personality" these days is nary much more than a laundry list of mental disabilities. At times she has a steel resolve and obsessive drive which brings a hardness to her eyes and a stiffness to her jaw; other times, she can be sweet, doting, almost motherly. However, more often than not, she acts like a person who has spent just a bit too much time near a nuclear reactor.
Diagnosed with everything from bipolar disorder to female hysteria (yeah, look that one up), her doctor is her worst enemy. There are medicines that she is supposed to take, therapies she is supposed to go to, but she would rather hold on to the security blanket that is her madly-ignorant bliss than accept that Ivan will never love her and that she will probably never have a family. She speaks with people (except for her brother and sister), little more that is nescessary.
Natallia hangs on to sanity with tooth and nail, but day by day she is losing the fight with reality.
I Have a Past: (I am going to be weird and do this part in character. Might change it later...)
To say that I will start from the beginning would be a bit too simple; so much happened before I was born...brother...
Mother liked to move around a lot, that should be apparent - she moved all over the USSR. Perhaps she just couldn't settle on a place, but it always seemed to me that she was running from something, or maybe someone. All three of us were born in different countries, to different fathers. Kateryna's father (mother's real love) died in the first World War, before she was even born...after that, with Ukraine now part of the Soviet Union, mother moved into Russia where she gave birth to Ivan (his father and mine we never knew of...mother had a bit of a rough patch). Mother then moved us all to Soviet Belarus, where I was born. Though life was hard here, we made it pretty well. The three of us were always close, though mother was always a bit distanced from us because she worked so much.
We all went to decent scools (some of them taught by Polish teachers...), and I even learned Belarussian, English, and Russia. We did the normal things that families did, and though I had a few...problems, Mother and Kat always made sure that I felt better. So our lives were lived pretty happily...until the war started.
The second World War tore my family apart, starting with Mother... She was taken by some of the first bullets fired in 1941. Kat, then only 19, took Ivan (17), and myself (13) much deeper into Russia, and tried to keep us out of the war, but money was tight so within the year, she was off in the Russian army, leaving brother and I to fend for ourselves for the most part. Ivan took care of me well, but some off the problems I had, he just couldn't fix. I began to rely on him for comfort and this frightened him...Our relationship only got more complicated after that.
As soon as he was able, brother joined the army as well. He made it into the Spetsnaz, of which I was very proud, but he only seemed frightened that I cared for him so much at this point. At this time I sought an internship and started working with a nearby funeral home, owned by a Toris Laurinatis (this types of jobs were very busy at the time...), and at this time I also started practising witchcraft (I have always been very interested in the occult). I missed my brother and sister terribly then...I believe this is when I really started having problems. Everyone else had their lover to come home to, brother only had me...so I decided to be both for him. Oddly enough, he did not appreciate this... I started seeing the doctor then...supposedly, there is some kind of medicine I need to take. Ha.
In 1946, wfter the war had quite ended, we all decided to move to America in hopes that we would have a better life there. The people don't always seem to trust us, but we live quite well now. I work at a new funeral home and help brother and sister with their...jobs. I'm not really sure what Ivan does, but he seems to make a lot of money doing it.
I'm really happy anywhere that brother is... I only hope that one day he will be as happy to have me.
Other She's a bit mad...but she meens well, I promise.
Give Me More:
Ivan
Walking along the shore at night (no sunburn)
Finding other uses for those pills... [[>.> What?? lol]]
Families (she wishes she could have one)
Sunflowers
I Could Live Without:
Toris
Small animals
People who might possibly take her brother's affection
That stolid, apathetic feeling that medication gives her
Losing her parasol and getting sunburned
Roleplay Sample:
As the small amount of blood and disinfectant slowly trickled towards the drain in the center of the floor, Natallia placed her scalpel and the extracted bullet on the tray and took a long and pointy object off of her shelf. She connected the tool to the embalming fluid tank and carefully inserted the end of the metal tube into the man's neck, humming softly to herself as she flipped on the machine.
"Hm, another gunshot victim," she thought to herself after a while, "I've had a lot of these lately...And all found by brother..." She finished the dirty work and began setting the face.
"An eye donor...how sweet..." Her gloved hand absentmindedly stroked the quite young man's cheek as she fixed the eye cap in place and began to suture his dry lips closed.
"You were kind, I can tell. But not good enough for brother, it would seem..."
Natasha's lips curved in a small smile as she took her brushes off of the shelf and resumed humming her soft tune.
Out of Character Information
Name My real name is Lillian, but you can call me Natasha, Natallia, or Cassette. I don't really care.
Age 19
Time Zone Eastern US
Contacts AIM is damianaxhelonias. Ask for anything else.
Anything Else? Um...Just this: