Dreams_of_Dusk
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{When the going get's tough; Get Tougher}
Given Name: Roza Fey Krasnoff
Chosen Name: Roza Fey Kain
Nicknames: Rosie | Fae
Sex: Female
Gender Identity: Female; she, her
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Age: 19
Year: 3-1
Dorm Room Number: 646 Swan
Room Mate(s): Nearly killed the last one because she went through my things; haven't had one since
In-Depth Appearance
Roza is tall for a girl her age, reaching about five-foot and nine-inches, weighing in at around one-hundred and forty-six pounds. She has a vast assortment of tattoos, some newer than others though she prefers them to anything else. Her hands and forearms are scarred from years of abuse, a lack of care and her own distaste for girlish delicacy. Long blonde hair hangs around her mid back, cut with a sharp knife and uncaring hands. More often than not she would saw through it when it got annoying, rather than go get it professionally cut. With an hourglass figure and D-Cup breasts, she rarely covers her tattoos. Preferring cut offs, distressed jeans, tank tops and leather jackets, she's the picture of a rebellious teen. She's the kind of girl your parents wouldn't let in the house.
Crush: TBD
Best Friend: TBD
Ex: You bother to remember them? The past rules if you give it permission
Soul-Mate: Will be assigned
Clubs & Activities
- Judo
- Mixed Martial Arts
- Kendo
- Rugby
Likes
- Drugs
- Drinking
- Fights
- Sex
- Motorcycles
- Classic Cars
- Car Garages
- Candy
- Very loud, very heavy, music
- Tattoos
- Poetry
- Chilling
- Night/Dark
- Midnight Drives
- Playing electric bass and guitar
Dislikes
- Annoyances
- Obnoxious People
- Seeing nice cars totaled
- 'Pretty boys'
- Popular Girls
- Church
- Pushy people
- Deadlines
- School
Habits
- Pen Clicking; when thinking or nervous, Roza tends to click a pen in her right hand, that she keeps in her back pocket.
- Foot/Finger Tapping; a restless person at heart, Roza is always moving, often resulting in her twitching as if she is anxious.
- Lollipops; she nearly always has either a lollipop or a toothpick between her teeth, occupying her attention.
Fears
- Losing her ability to fight, or her ability to work on her motorcycles
- Being trapped, tied down, or stuck in one place. Having her freedom taken away
Personality Traits
- Brash
- Reckless
- Honest
- Up-Front
- Insensitive
- Solitary
- Unobtrusive
- Carefree
- Accepting
Personality:
Girls of private schools are traditionally shy, well spoken and polite. Roza, is the exact opposite of expectations. She shows little interest in classes, people or anything she deems boring or tame really. A free spirit she's no afraid of risks; thriving in the adrenaline that danger brings her. She craves a sense of freedom, the wild, and hates being cramped to the point of extremes. Unlike others, she is not an outgoing individual, though she is friendly or at the very least, polite, to those who approach her first. Aware of her rather unapproachable impression, she rarely does much to discourage that stereotype.
Assuming that one has the balls to speak with her, Roza isn't unfriendly, though she won't pull her punches when she talks. She doesn't make friends easily, though she's rather protective of the friends she does have. If you've got a secret you don't want anyone to know, or you want to know something else, she's probably the girl you're looking for. If it's not her secret she won't give a shit, though she likely won't even listen in the first place. She's lived through a lot, and would prefer to give advice where it's wanted than speak her mind where she knows she'll fall on deaf ears.
Biography:
Born in Krasnodar to the German woman, a former prisoner of war and a victim of seemingly endless torture, the first good thing in her life was her daughter. The girls father was one of the men charged with her housing, keeping her fed, alive. He tended her wounds and spoke with her, and she gradually fell in love with the gentle giant. Unfortunately for her, he didn't love her as much as he did his country. He was the one who brought her to the execution chamber; judge, jury and executioner. He'd raise the girl, but not while her mother lived. Viktor Krasnoff took the girl and left the country, working undercover for many years in various American organizations. Eventually Roza was old enough to understand, and she took to it much better than he thought she ever would.
Roza stood over the mans lifeless body, knuckles bloody and bruised. Her jaw was dislocated, swelling. Two fingers broken on her left hand and a cracked rib. But she had won the fight. The man in front of her couldn't have been much older than her, barely more than a boy, though he had fought well and hard. In the end it was his softness; his inability to see her as an enemy instead of a girl, that got him killed. The thirteen year old girl looked up as a hand dropped on her uninjured shoulder, her father standing behind her. "You did well."
There was never much to tell, barely more than a few pages written in bad writing, for the Russian girls story. It was a cycle of violence, love and drugs. Sex, fire and death. Even as a child she never brought friends home, never fell behind in classes even though she rarely showed up. Growing into the young woman that she is, she's recently taken more independence, this year choosing her own school to attend. One not far from the Shop, but with boarding and food. A new wave of potentials, but there's not always room for it.
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