Post by kat on Apr 9, 2012 0:33:21 GMT -5
* dominika k. pavlov ,
* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
FULL NAME dominika kira pavlov
NICKNAMES nik, niki, dom, domonik, nika,
DATE OF BIRTH November Fifteenth
AGE Seventeen
GRADE/YEAR Grade Twelve
ELEMENT wind
SEXUALITY heterosexual
MARITAL STATUS single ~
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIM taylor momsen
EYE COLOUR bright blue
HAIR COLOUR naturaly a sandy blonde, but she keeps it dyed to be much lighter
HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5 feet 6 inches and 101 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES her ears are pierced three times on the right side, twice on the left. She has a bellybutton piercing, and she has her cartilage pierced on her left ear. She has an infinity tattoo on her left hip
CLOTHING STYLE Definitely more of a punk rock kind of girl. Fishnet, heels, ripped jeans, corsets, miniskirts, band shirts, tight fighting clothing with low necklines are her favourite. She wears a lot of black, but can be found wearing some of the other colours in the rainbow as well. her signature is her boots. She always wears big black boots, not always with a heel. She prefers boots over “normal” shoes. Her eye makeup is always dark around the eyes, and lighter on the lips. She looks intimidating as all hell, but she’s extremely insecure about her looks. You can always find her tugging at the hem of her shirts or hiding her face, or crossing her arms across her stomach to hide her appearance. She doesn’t straighten her hair, but keeps it dyed to almost platinum blonde. She keeps it long, it’s almost down to her hips at the moment, and loves braiding it, or just whipping it around to music.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- great at listening
- loyal
- strong-willed
- compassionate
- free-spirited
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- jealous
- vindictive
- stubborn
- solitary
- temper
LIKES
- loud music
- reading
- being on her own
- wandering
- secrets
- conspiracy
- dubstep
- fire
- candles
- club style dancing
- hand to hand combat
- studying ancient weapons
DISLIKES
- being judged
- being kept in the dark
- being lied to
- being in the spotlight
- swimming
- boats
- short hair on girls, buzz cuts on guys
- country music
STRENGTHS
- hand to hand combat
- keeping secrets
- getting information on people
WEAKNESSES
- when you set off her temper, it’s explosive
- panics around large bodies of water
- when shoved into the spotlight, she panics. She prefers the solace of being in the dark side of things... when everyone's attention is on her, she becomes incapable of functioning normally.
FEARS
- large bodies of water and drowning in them
- her own secrets being found out by others
- losing a fight
BEST MEMORY
When she was still young, her mother took her on a trip to mother Russia. She learned hand to hand combat from a militant specialist out there, who was also her uncle. She became very close with her family out there, but the very best memory she has was learning the art of confusing people into telling you what you want from her cousin Roksana. Her cousin was her favourite person in the whole world, and she cherished all the memories she has over back in russia
WORST MEMORY
When Nika was nine she was on a boat with her father. Her father knew she was already weary on the water, but to toughen her up he thought it would be a good idea to take her out on a ride. Unfortunately he could not predict her falling over the edge of the boat and into the water. Dom couldn’t swim, nor could she figure out which way was up and down from under the water. She struggled and eventually lost consciousness, she honestly believed she was going to die. When she awoke, she was in a hospital bed with her mother passed out in the chair beside her bed.
LONG-TERM GOAL To get back to Russia and live with her family out there. She does not believe she belongs in Canada, and finds herself feeling out of place and alienated here. She plans on making her living training other young women in the art of self-defence and hand to hand combat.
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER Hestia Lana Pavlov (Fifty), tea shop owner.
FATHER Grigory Apollon Pavlov(fifty seven), Lawyer.
SIBLINGS none
OTHER nope
HISTORY Dominika was born and raised in Canada, in northern British Columbia. Her father worked in the city as a lawyer while her mother owned a quaint little tea shop. She was raised in a Russian house hold, and learnt to speak Russian before she spoke English. She does have a slight Russian accent it only becomes extremely thick when she’s angry. She was close to both of her parents equally, but found her true calling back in her parents native country of Russia. She’d spent all of her summers there leading up until her high school years. Once in high school, she’s kept herself confined to the castle simply writing letters back and forth with her cousin Roksana.
Growing up, Dominika believed she would be attending the academy, both of her parents attended the academy so to her it made sense that she would. She was raised with it set in her own mind that she would grow up to be an elemental, with her parents being elementals and all. She didn't know which element she would develop, as what her parents told her she could have been a thunder element, a fire element, or a water element... when she turned fourteen, the signs that she was a wind element came into light. The wind in the room would pick up and knock things off shelves. Her mother knew It was important for her to learn control, even if she didn't know her daughters element, and that was the main reason her mother took her to Russia every summer.
Dom’s parents gave her a lot of freedom to express herself, but at home she always followed a strict set of rules. She found solace in books and music rather than in other people. Her parents would host parties for old classmates and family friends from time to time. Of course, dom’s parents would have their friends bring their children, but Nika didn’t socialize. She discovered. She found secrets and held onto them until the time was right for her to use them for her benefit.
Once her high school years rolled around, Dominika really became insecure about herself. She still dressed how she pleased, but the way she carried herself was not that of her usual confidence. She became jealous of other girls and more than a little vindictive. She still, however, chose to be a wanderer, exploring the castle as a free spirit and has been all this time. She has picked up a few friends here and there, but she harbours more of the schools secrets than anyone could really ever know.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME kat
YOUR AGE sixteen!
RP EXPERIENCE a year or so
HOW'D YOU FIND US? caution 2.0
SECRET WORD Correct.
RP SAMPLENukpana was not a fighter. He was a peaceful man. He didn’t like to injure others, and in turn did like to be injured himself. He had a high pain tolerance, but that did not mean he particularly liked to be injured. He usually made trips to the infirmary, but not for minor wounds. If the wound was small he’d treat it himself. He would carry other to the infirmary, or even visit those who were stuck in there due to major injuries. In general, he was not usually confined to staying in the infirmary. But that was where he was headed, with a large gash in his arm. It was a training session gone wrong. He tried to avoid the arena when others where in there, but somehow got roped into doing a training session with some Ares campers. He didn’t like them, and they made it vocal how they felt about him.
Try as they might, they couldn’t get Pan to speak. The entire training session, that was their goal, to get him to cry out in pain, or to say something. All they got out of him was a grunt, as he went down. They were pissed, adrenaline was high, tempers were worse, let’s just say the gash on his arm wasn’t an accident. He wouldn’t say that though, but the councillor at the time had sent him to go to the infirmary. Of course, that hadn’t been his first stop. His first stop had been his cabin to clean the wound. The swords weren’t particularly clean, and the logical thing to do was treat a wound before it could get infected. Generally he used herbal remedies, but not this time. He had used an antiseptic wash on the gash, before wrapping bandages around it. They were stained almost immediately. He wrapped it a few more times, before making the trek back towards the infirmary.
He cradled his injured arm to his chest, and kept his eyes straight ahead. He didn’t let other people intimidate him, he didn’t let their words get to him. Nothing they could say could be worse than what he went through as a child. Nothing could cut him deeper. He was cursed, and they made sure he knew it. A low grunt left his lips at the memory, but nothing more. He’d barely spoken a word since he was ten years older, he took a vow of silence after his dads death. It was his fault. He was cursed. He sighed as he entered the infirmary doors, making note that there were several campers who seemed to need urgent attention. He didn’t bother grabbing anyone, he could wait a few minutes for someone to come to him. His wound was bad, it may need stitches, but it was nothing ambrosia couldn’t fix. He made sure he wasn’t in anyone’s way as the healers worked, but he watched and wondered how they could do these things for a living, how they could be surrounded by the wounded and possibly dying. How they could handle it if someone died.
Nukpana couldn’t handle it, something he already knew.
