Post by Vivian Nazarova on Apr 14, 2009 14:40:33 GMT
Just The Facts:
- Family owns a craft shop.
- 17.
- 5’8”
- Insecure but chatty.
- Working-class.
[/size]Suspect: NAZAROVA, VIVIAN NATALYA
WARNING: This suspect is considered girly and useless.
Basic Stats:
Name: Vivian Nazarova.
Known Aliases: N/A.
Gender: Female.
Age: 17. Born Feb 13, 1910.
Ethnicity: Female
Nationality: Russian-American.
Physical Description:
Mug shot: Hanna Beth
Height: 5’8”
Build: Thin
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Brown
Known Disguises: She tends to be a little dated and conservative in her fashion sense, only picking anything remotely flapper-like for special occasions. Vivian gravitates to only one or two layers because she doesn’t feel cold often. Any colour is fair game, but clothing must be practical, as well as nice.
Distinguishing Marks: Vivian is fairly normal looking. Pretty, yes, but not the type that specifically stands out in a group of people. She isn’t particularly vain, but she’s been taught to always at least apply makeup to hide the dark patches under her eyes caused by a lack of sleep. She tends to stay up way too late to read making for a dishevelled look in the mornings.
Psychological Report:
Self Image: It used to be fairly low, thanks in part to her social status, but since meeting one Scott Kovac, Vivian has become a lot more confident and extroverted. She’s more sure of herself than she was before, less convinced that she’s somehow doing everything wrong or screwing up, and more pleased in general with herself.
To the Outward Eye: A little naïve, for certain. It’s not that she’s stupid; she just doesn’t like to believe that anyone could be out to intentionally cause harm, so she has a very rose-coloured way of viewing the world. If she doesn’t hurt anyone, they don’t have any reason to hurt her, right? She doesn’t give the impression of always being that bright because she tends to backtrack and fumble her words out of nerves, but there is a brain under there.
Social Status: Low. Being Russian-American has already stuck her near the bottom of the food-chain by default, so she’s resigned herself to the fact she’s unlikely to get much farther in life than a good housewife.
Religion: Russian Orthodox.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Fears: Her family losing the shop, losing Scotty, change.
Quirks/Habits: Bites nails, likes the smell of petrol, claims she isn’t impressed by expensive cars even though she is, needs constant noise to be comfortable (eg, radio), a perfectionist.
Likes: Animals, sleeping in, the radio, being outside, praise, BOOKS (total bibliophile), writing, kids, chocolate, cinema, the zoo.
Dislikes: Bugs, liquorice, babies, theatre, storms/rain, onions, maroon, bible bashers, anyone too outgoing.
Detailed Report: Vivian is and always has been a humanitarian at heart. She cares about others and attempts to be as honest and loyal as possible. She’s determined and reliable, but can also be stubborn, abrupt, defensive, judgemental and suffers problems with self esteem.
She’s clever, but only in an academic way because her common sense, ability to read people and deal with her own emotions leave much to be desired. She was hampered somewhat by not being allowed to finish school, but she has a bunch of random, useless facts memorised from entirely too much reading.
Other: N/A
Additional Information:
Occupation: Assistant at her parents Craft Store.
Socioeconomic Status: Lower class.
Education: St Josephs Public School Dropout.
Weapon of Choice: Stern looks, crying.
Car/Vehicle/Mode of Transport: Public transport.
Special Skills: Sewing, designing, misc domestic tasks.
Languages Spoken: English, semi-fluent Russian. Her accent has a bit of a hard edge to it.
Known Accomplices:
Blood Relatives:
FATHER: Yuri Nazarov. 1883-?.
MOTHER Sarah Nazarova née White. 1885-?.
Romantic Partner: Scott L. Kovac
Other: FRIEND: Amelia Pace.
Pets: Plain grey male cat with green eyes called Yakov. Technically the family’s cat, and he spends half his life outdoors.
Past Offences:
Birth Place: City Hospital, St. Louis, Missouri, U.S.A.
History: Mr. Nazarov never really knew when to quit. Born and raised relatively wealthy in Russia, he fell in with the Russian Mafia due to family ties and became one of their accountants. He then did the most logical thing and started embezzling as much as possible from the hardened criminals. It went well for a while, you know, until he got caught and had to flee for his life.
He ended up staying in Missouri when he was just kicked off the train he was in because he couldn’t afford another ticket. Eventually he charmed Miss Sarah White while working as a labourer, and moved in to her families Craft Shop after they were married. He took over after her parents died.
Vivian lived a pretty normal childhood. She started speaking later than most children because her father always spoke to her in Russian, and she got confused between the two languages. She was doted on by both parents, went to school, and started working full time at the shop at 15. She argues with her parents a lot, as is normal, but mostly because they want her to get married already and they figure Scotty is the best she’s going to get.
RP Sample:From Paybackin Salvio Hexia
Vivian had actually been more than a little shocked at Dacian’s confession. It was only now that it really hit home exactly how much she was being kept in the dark about. Attacked? By whom? And why? Over Cassie? She visibly cringed at the burn mark of the crucifix. Oh, that looked ghastly. Ed? Edward had done that? She knew he had been defensive over Cassie, but she didn’t even need to look very hard at the wound to guess how much that would have hurt. It looked like a brand of hot iron had been pressed into his arm.
The message was just starting to sink in, but then Vivian spotted something. A man had approached and stopped, staring, the look on his face one of sudden unbridled loathing and his hand darted into his pocket. That could only mean one thing.
A sense of panic rose up and Vivian struggled to her feet and almost stumbled. Dacian saw, then was yelling at her. She didn’t think, just obeyed. She felt something break in the door as she forced it open – the lock most likely – but in her shock she didn’t notice. As the spell from the stranger stuck Dacian, Vivian slammed the door shut and pelted past the kegs to the other side of the room.
Gah, no door!
No one was coming in. There were noises from outside. The room was pitch black, but she could still see. Vivian pressed herself into a corner, sliding down the wall to sit on the ground, hugging her knees. She was crying now; her mind reeling with all the ugly possibilities.
What world had she been accidentally thrown into?
The message was just starting to sink in, but then Vivian spotted something. A man had approached and stopped, staring, the look on his face one of sudden unbridled loathing and his hand darted into his pocket. That could only mean one thing.
A sense of panic rose up and Vivian struggled to her feet and almost stumbled. Dacian saw, then was yelling at her. She didn’t think, just obeyed. She felt something break in the door as she forced it open – the lock most likely – but in her shock she didn’t notice. As the spell from the stranger stuck Dacian, Vivian slammed the door shut and pelted past the kegs to the other side of the room.
Gah, no door!
No one was coming in. There were noises from outside. The room was pitch black, but she could still see. Vivian pressed herself into a corner, sliding down the wall to sit on the ground, hugging her knees. She was crying now; her mind reeling with all the ugly possibilities.
What world had she been accidentally thrown into?
Suspect Affiliation:
Out of Character Information[/b]
Name: Illu
Age: 18
Other Characters: Silas Moran[/font][/font][/blockquote]
