Post by ksenia rose sakahrov on May 31, 2012 22:08:27 GMT -6
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 the basics FULL NAME ksenia rose sakahrov AGE & DOB twenty | march sixteenth nineteen ninety two HOMETOWN LA ETHNICITY mainly russian, a little french here and there mixed in with some American LANGUAGES SPOKEN english, french, russian SEXUAL ORIENTATION mainly interested in men although she has kissed a girl or two HAIR COLOR blond although she has died it red before. EYE COLOR icy blue HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5"8 | 130 DISTINGUISHING MARKS a small bird on the inside of her wrist. a thin scar on her lower abdomen where she was grazed by a knife. LIKES/DISLIKES likes: her family the bratva cats expensive clothing high heels adrenaline roller coasters debates running fighting intelligent conversation dislikes: country music her father whining excuses tears cheap rip offs lies cowards boxed wine laziness air heads STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES strengths: very good liar quick thinker weaknesses: unable to let things go has trouble accepting defeat SECRETS Secretly wants a better relationship with her father. Secretly craves love although she pretends it's a thing of weakness | in depth |
PERSONALITY
"I've been told on more than one occasion that I can come off as slightly intimidating. I just think that I have a strong personality, maybe some people can't handle that. Others get right to the point and flat out call me a bitch which isn't very original in my opinion. This world is already full of stupid air heads who are willing to agree with anything people say. I don't feel the need to follow suit and act as a simple minded sheep. When people look at me they generally see a pretty blonde girl who shouldn't pose any sort of threat, of course they're wrong but people tend to be quite dim. If I have a relevant opinion then I'm going to voice it whether you like it or not. It's not my job to please you and I sure as hell won't act like it is. My IQ is above average and I'm not going to play the humble act and tell you I'm no smarter than you are. Chances are, I am smarter than you and that's a proven fact. People are far too concerned with being humble, I don't understand it, if you are good at something than you shouldn't be ashamed of it.
Of course I wouldn't want to come off as overly arrogant, I know i have weaknesses just like everyone else. I know when to hold my tongue and treat my superiors with respect. Part of this life is realizing when someone is above you and deserves your respect. I have no problem giving it in folds where and when it's due but don't expect it just because you believe you deserve it."
Of course I wouldn't want to come off as overly arrogant, I know i have weaknesses just like everyone else. I know when to hold my tongue and treat my superiors with respect. Part of this life is realizing when someone is above you and deserves your respect. I have no problem giving it in folds where and when it's due but don't expect it just because you believe you deserve it."
FAMILY LIFE
"My family is a very large and prestigious group of people. We all live a different sort of life but it works for us. I was kept from my family quite a bit by my father until my uncle took things into his own hands. I was born and raised in California although I traveled quite a bit growing up. We always had quite a bit of money as my mother came from a very old and wealthy family. My father had a good job and we were happy. My mother died when I was quite young in a car accident, I was only ten years old. My father had to raise me on his own from that point although he was always so distant. As I grew older he started going away quite often, always claiming it was for work. It wasn't until eighteen months ago that I learned the true reason. I can't stand him anymore, he's a coward and a liar. He was hindering me for years when I could have been training. I work with Jamie now, he's training me to become like him. I understand that I was brought into this for my father's mistakes but I see it as a good thing. Now i can finally reach my full potential."
PARENTS/SIBLINGS
victor sakahrov - 60, informant,
"My father and I don't get along. He lied to me my whole life and I will never forgive him for that. He chose to run away from his family duties instead of facing them like he should have. Even when he finally went back to his family, he forgot his place and now I have to clean up his mess. I don't see this as a bad thing though, I'm glad to be part of the family business after all this time."
rosanna sakahrov - 44 - deceased
"I can still remember my mother very clearly although it has been ten years since she died. She was a very beautiful woman with long blonde hair like mine. She had the most beautiful singing voice and she took pride in her Russian heritage. She taught me to speak the language herself, as well as french. I don't believe she ever truly knew my father for what he was but I suppose I'll never know. She died when I was ten years old in a car accident and I do miss her."
"My father and I don't get along. He lied to me my whole life and I will never forgive him for that. He chose to run away from his family duties instead of facing them like he should have. Even when he finally went back to his family, he forgot his place and now I have to clean up his mess. I don't see this as a bad thing though, I'm glad to be part of the family business after all this time."
rosanna sakahrov - 44 - deceased
"I can still remember my mother very clearly although it has been ten years since she died. She was a very beautiful woman with long blonde hair like mine. She had the most beautiful singing voice and she took pride in her Russian heritage. She taught me to speak the language herself, as well as french. I don't believe she ever truly knew my father for what he was but I suppose I'll never know. She died when I was ten years old in a car accident and I do miss her."
HISTORY
"My father, Victor, was born and raised in Moscow. He was born into a large Bratva and as the older son; he was expected to carry on the family business so to speak. He was never overly interested though and when he was in his early twenties, he left Russia. He moved to America and eventually ended up in California. His life was difficult in the beginning but he worked hard and managed to get himself a good job. My mother was also born in Moscow but she was born sixteen years after my father. Her family moved to America when she was only five years old. Ten years later she met my father when he joined her father’s prestigious company. She fell for him although he was older and five years later they were married. I came into the picture later In Los Angeles California where I was born and raised. By that point my father had secretly been in contact with his family again but he was only ever slightly involved. I like to think my mother never had any idea.
As I said, I was born in California to Rosanna and Victor Sakahrov. My family was wealthy and I never wanted for anything in my entire life. My family was and still is rather large although I never did get to spend much time with them. They lived in Boston and any visits were always kept short and my father did not like to talk about them. Although we did live in California, we also traveled quite often and I spent various school years in different states and sometimes even countries. My mother loved France and she taught me the french language at a young age. She also took pride in her Russian roots and I can speak the language rather fluently although it could be better. When I was ten my mother died in a car accident and it tore a hole in my life. I threw myself into my studies and was always top of my class. My relationship with my father was never the best and I was always closer with the house keepers to be perfectly honest.
After losing my mother, we didn't travel as often, generally just staying in California. My father stopped loving things in life and he became disconnected from everything around him. I did my best to reach out and gain his attention but nothing seemed to work. As I said, I threw myself into school, always trying to prove myself to the man. I wanted him to look at everything that I had accomplished and smile again but he never did. The various nannies and housekeepers tried to act like parental figures but no one can really replace your parents. I was always closer to my mother but I was still close to my father. After the accident, all of that changed and he became distant and cold. We only spoke a few words to each other over a daily meal that was cooked by someone else.
I went through my teenage years in life trying to fit in and succeeding for the most part. I was pretty and I could hold my vodka but I was different from the other girls. I was too cold and too smart, many boys found me overly intimidating. I wasn't willing to keep my mouth shut and giggle at their childish humor. I discovered hand to hand combat when I was fourteen and i fell in love with the hard physical work. This didn't help with the intimidation problem but I didn't care, the fighting made me feel strong and capable. It also helped me deal with my pent up anger and frustrations and kept me out of any trouble. I spent many hours at the gym or at home pouring over a book. I never really had many close friends but it didn't bother me. I still had people to party and drink with when i felt like it but no one ever really got to know me. By that time I had given up on my father who was constantly travelling "on business".
Our relationship became completely destroyed when i was eighteen and I found out the truth. I was unaware that my large Russian family was truly a Bratva and my father had been working as an informant. Naturally I was furious at him for keeping this from me my entire life. Apparently he over stepped a few boundaries and that's where I came in. I'm collateral damage and that angered me in the beginning. It doesn't bother me now, I'm glad to finally be part of my family. Jamie is teaching me and thankfully I'm a fast learner. It's dirty work but it has to be done and I know I'm capable. I'm currently living in Valkyrie where I do my best to blend in. I'm taking courses at a local college to give me some sort of cover and to keep me looking as normal as possible. I'm no longer living with my father and we hardly ever speak."
[/td][/tr]As I said, I was born in California to Rosanna and Victor Sakahrov. My family was wealthy and I never wanted for anything in my entire life. My family was and still is rather large although I never did get to spend much time with them. They lived in Boston and any visits were always kept short and my father did not like to talk about them. Although we did live in California, we also traveled quite often and I spent various school years in different states and sometimes even countries. My mother loved France and she taught me the french language at a young age. She also took pride in her Russian roots and I can speak the language rather fluently although it could be better. When I was ten my mother died in a car accident and it tore a hole in my life. I threw myself into my studies and was always top of my class. My relationship with my father was never the best and I was always closer with the house keepers to be perfectly honest.
After losing my mother, we didn't travel as often, generally just staying in California. My father stopped loving things in life and he became disconnected from everything around him. I did my best to reach out and gain his attention but nothing seemed to work. As I said, I threw myself into school, always trying to prove myself to the man. I wanted him to look at everything that I had accomplished and smile again but he never did. The various nannies and housekeepers tried to act like parental figures but no one can really replace your parents. I was always closer to my mother but I was still close to my father. After the accident, all of that changed and he became distant and cold. We only spoke a few words to each other over a daily meal that was cooked by someone else.
I went through my teenage years in life trying to fit in and succeeding for the most part. I was pretty and I could hold my vodka but I was different from the other girls. I was too cold and too smart, many boys found me overly intimidating. I wasn't willing to keep my mouth shut and giggle at their childish humor. I discovered hand to hand combat when I was fourteen and i fell in love with the hard physical work. This didn't help with the intimidation problem but I didn't care, the fighting made me feel strong and capable. It also helped me deal with my pent up anger and frustrations and kept me out of any trouble. I spent many hours at the gym or at home pouring over a book. I never really had many close friends but it didn't bother me. I still had people to party and drink with when i felt like it but no one ever really got to know me. By that time I had given up on my father who was constantly travelling "on business".
Our relationship became completely destroyed when i was eighteen and I found out the truth. I was unaware that my large Russian family was truly a Bratva and my father had been working as an informant. Naturally I was furious at him for keeping this from me my entire life. Apparently he over stepped a few boundaries and that's where I came in. I'm collateral damage and that angered me in the beginning. It doesn't bother me now, I'm glad to finally be part of my family. Jamie is teaching me and thankfully I'm a fast learner. It's dirty work but it has to be done and I know I'm capable. I'm currently living in Valkyrie where I do my best to blend in. I'm taking courses at a local college to give me some sort of cover and to keep me looking as normal as possible. I'm no longer living with my father and we hardly ever speak."
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ALIAS Maddie.
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE 4 years.
OTHER CHARACTERS noneyet.
HOW'D YOU FIND US? Caution!
RP SAMPLE
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE 4 years.
OTHER CHARACTERS none
HOW'D YOU FIND US? Caution!
RP SAMPLE
Asher glanced up at the clock that hung in his tiny closet of an office and let out an audible groan. It was nearly 5:30 and he was supposed to be at his mother’s house by six. He hadn’t meant to stay so late but he had gotten caught up in his work. He was reviewing her files again in some vain attempt at discovering something new. He was determined to find some sort of way to reach out to the girl so he could try to help her. His hand came up and ran through his messy hair as he flipped through the pages. The words meant nothing anymore; he had them memorized ages ago. It didn’t bring him any close to figuring out her reasons for being such a trouble maker. He really did want to help her but she wasn’t exactly making it easy for him. A loud sigh escaped his lips and he closed the rather thick folder. He opened the drawer of his desk and placed it inside. He grabbed a little silver key that was sitting on the desk and used it to lock the drawer. It had various student files in it and he didn’t want people seeing them without permission.
His legs protested as he stood up and stretched. He had been sitting in the same spot for nearly two hours now and it took a moment for his body to readjust itself. Another glance at the clock had him moving and he collected his things before leaving his office and locking it behind him. The hallways were nearly disserted as he made his way out the front door and out into the parking lot. His eyes easily located his car in the vacant lot and he slid into his seat easily. The engine gave a few small sounds of protest as it came to life and he directed himself towards the Delacroix home. He had moved out last year but his family still hadn’t fully adjusted. He was constantly being invited over for dinner and he didn’t have the heart to decline. He loved his mother and his grandparents to death and he couldn’t turn them down. It also gave him a reason to stop working for small periods of time. Otherwise, he would most like spend his nights in the closet like office. The familiar home soon came into view and he parked his car in the usual spot. He exited the vehicle and jogged up to the front door, trying his hardest to smooth his hair down. He opened the door easily and found his family waiting for him.
Dinner was rather uneventful as usual but he sat through it with a smile. His grandmother was terrified that he wasn’t eating enough and insisted that he had lost weight. His mother fretted over the slight bags under his eyes and accused him of not getting enough sleep. His grandfather was a quiet smile and just shot him a knowing smile. He put up with the two women on a daily basis and was used to their worrying. He spent the next two hours at his childhood home before he managed to excuse himself. He told them he needed to get some sleep and they let him go. As he was pulling out of the driveway he let out a small sigh of relief and made his way towards home. Asher lived by himself in a small but well-kept apartment. It only had a bedroom, a bathroom, a small office space, a living room and a rather bare looking kitchen. As he let himself in, he set his things on the table and tiredly stumbled over to the bathroom. After the long day he had, he was going to need an even longer shower. He spent at least 30 minutes under the hot spray before he dried himself off and dressed in his most comfortable jeans and an old t-shirt. He grabbed his bag and headed to the little home office he had set up. His intention was to put in a little more work before heading off to bed but he soon drifted off to sleep in his chair.
It seemed like only minutes had passed before he awoke with a start to the sound of a phone ringing. He blinked groggily and reached out to grab the offending noise maker. ”Hello” He was glad that his voice didn’t sound as exhausted as he felt. "Hi, Asher, it's Dawn. Um." the voice paused and Asher was about to ask why she was calling him when she continued "I need you to bail me out," His jaw dropped and for a moment he could swear that he was dreaming. After a moment of letting her words sink in he replied "Bail you out? What's going on?" By now he was more than awake "Don't ask questions right now, I really don't have time for it. I need you to go to my apartment at Ironwood. It's room 21B, on the first floor on the west side. There's a key in the crack next to the door. Walk straight forward to the drawer next to the fridge, open it, and take a check. Cut it for twenty five thousand dollars and bring it here…The police station, obviously. Please. Please." Asher was tempted to just accept her request but he needed to figure out what the hell was going on first. "Dawn, what is going on?" His voice had become firmer and a touch more demanding. ” I got drunk and did stupid shit, okay? I'll tell you more later." Asher still had a ton of questions but only one came out ”And you called me?” he regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, this wasn’t the way to get through to her. "Yeah. Because you're the only one who I thought wouldn't be a dick right now." Asher sighed and softened his tone "I'm just a little shocked about the situation, I can't believe I'm actually doing this." He ran his hand through his messy hair "Yeah, I know, I'm sorry, okay? I really am. It's a pain in the ass for me, too. Probably more than you, believe it or not." But I can thank you later. I think this asshole is getting bored, so I should probably get off the phone," He couldn’t believe that he was actually doing this but someone had to help her "I'll be there as soon as I can,"
After he hung up the phone, he sprang into action. He grabbed his keys and threw on a pair of shoes and a jacket before heading outside. His car gave a small sound of protest as he started it but it soon gave in and he was driving over to an unfamiliar apartment building. It was a pretty short drive and soon he was opening the door to Dawn’s apartment. It felt very weird to be in there but he followed her instructions and soon located the check book. He did what she had asked and slipped the check in his pocket. He wasn’t sure where she was getting twenty five thousand dollars but now wasn’t the time to be asking any questions. He ran all the way back down to the car and started the more lengthy drive over to the station. It wasn’t a place that he visited often but everyone who lived in Portland knew where it was. He pulled up in front of the ominous looking building and got out of his car. His footsteps sounded far too loud as he walked up to the heavy doors. He walked in and made his way over to the front desk. The guard gave him a questioning look and he quickly explained himself ”I’m here to see Dawn Carmichael, she was brought in earlier and I have the money to bail her out” The guard asked him a few more questions before calling the booking officer. Due to his lack of cash he explained that Dawn would need to sign the check. After another lengthy conversation he was finally escorted back to where she was being held. He walked up to her cell and tried to keep his face hard, he didn’t want her to think this was ok in any way. ”Dawn, I have your check, you’re going to need to sign and politely talk with the booking officer” his tone was rather cold but his eyes were skimming over her to make sure she was alright, he didn’t like to see her in this kind of situation.
His legs protested as he stood up and stretched. He had been sitting in the same spot for nearly two hours now and it took a moment for his body to readjust itself. Another glance at the clock had him moving and he collected his things before leaving his office and locking it behind him. The hallways were nearly disserted as he made his way out the front door and out into the parking lot. His eyes easily located his car in the vacant lot and he slid into his seat easily. The engine gave a few small sounds of protest as it came to life and he directed himself towards the Delacroix home. He had moved out last year but his family still hadn’t fully adjusted. He was constantly being invited over for dinner and he didn’t have the heart to decline. He loved his mother and his grandparents to death and he couldn’t turn them down. It also gave him a reason to stop working for small periods of time. Otherwise, he would most like spend his nights in the closet like office. The familiar home soon came into view and he parked his car in the usual spot. He exited the vehicle and jogged up to the front door, trying his hardest to smooth his hair down. He opened the door easily and found his family waiting for him.
Dinner was rather uneventful as usual but he sat through it with a smile. His grandmother was terrified that he wasn’t eating enough and insisted that he had lost weight. His mother fretted over the slight bags under his eyes and accused him of not getting enough sleep. His grandfather was a quiet smile and just shot him a knowing smile. He put up with the two women on a daily basis and was used to their worrying. He spent the next two hours at his childhood home before he managed to excuse himself. He told them he needed to get some sleep and they let him go. As he was pulling out of the driveway he let out a small sigh of relief and made his way towards home. Asher lived by himself in a small but well-kept apartment. It only had a bedroom, a bathroom, a small office space, a living room and a rather bare looking kitchen. As he let himself in, he set his things on the table and tiredly stumbled over to the bathroom. After the long day he had, he was going to need an even longer shower. He spent at least 30 minutes under the hot spray before he dried himself off and dressed in his most comfortable jeans and an old t-shirt. He grabbed his bag and headed to the little home office he had set up. His intention was to put in a little more work before heading off to bed but he soon drifted off to sleep in his chair.
It seemed like only minutes had passed before he awoke with a start to the sound of a phone ringing. He blinked groggily and reached out to grab the offending noise maker. ”Hello” He was glad that his voice didn’t sound as exhausted as he felt. "Hi, Asher, it's Dawn. Um." the voice paused and Asher was about to ask why she was calling him when she continued "I need you to bail me out," His jaw dropped and for a moment he could swear that he was dreaming. After a moment of letting her words sink in he replied "Bail you out? What's going on?" By now he was more than awake "Don't ask questions right now, I really don't have time for it. I need you to go to my apartment at Ironwood. It's room 21B, on the first floor on the west side. There's a key in the crack next to the door. Walk straight forward to the drawer next to the fridge, open it, and take a check. Cut it for twenty five thousand dollars and bring it here…The police station, obviously. Please. Please." Asher was tempted to just accept her request but he needed to figure out what the hell was going on first. "Dawn, what is going on?" His voice had become firmer and a touch more demanding. ” I got drunk and did stupid shit, okay? I'll tell you more later." Asher still had a ton of questions but only one came out ”And you called me?” he regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, this wasn’t the way to get through to her. "Yeah. Because you're the only one who I thought wouldn't be a dick right now." Asher sighed and softened his tone "I'm just a little shocked about the situation, I can't believe I'm actually doing this." He ran his hand through his messy hair "Yeah, I know, I'm sorry, okay? I really am. It's a pain in the ass for me, too. Probably more than you, believe it or not." But I can thank you later. I think this asshole is getting bored, so I should probably get off the phone," He couldn’t believe that he was actually doing this but someone had to help her "I'll be there as soon as I can,"
After he hung up the phone, he sprang into action. He grabbed his keys and threw on a pair of shoes and a jacket before heading outside. His car gave a small sound of protest as he started it but it soon gave in and he was driving over to an unfamiliar apartment building. It was a pretty short drive and soon he was opening the door to Dawn’s apartment. It felt very weird to be in there but he followed her instructions and soon located the check book. He did what she had asked and slipped the check in his pocket. He wasn’t sure where she was getting twenty five thousand dollars but now wasn’t the time to be asking any questions. He ran all the way back down to the car and started the more lengthy drive over to the station. It wasn’t a place that he visited often but everyone who lived in Portland knew where it was. He pulled up in front of the ominous looking building and got out of his car. His footsteps sounded far too loud as he walked up to the heavy doors. He walked in and made his way over to the front desk. The guard gave him a questioning look and he quickly explained himself ”I’m here to see Dawn Carmichael, she was brought in earlier and I have the money to bail her out” The guard asked him a few more questions before calling the booking officer. Due to his lack of cash he explained that Dawn would need to sign the check. After another lengthy conversation he was finally escorted back to where she was being held. He walked up to her cell and tried to keep his face hard, he didn’t want her to think this was ok in any way. ”Dawn, I have your check, you’re going to need to sign and politely talk with the booking officer” his tone was rather cold but his eyes were skimming over her to make sure she was alright, he didn’t like to see her in this kind of situation.
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