Post by Xavia Veronika Shikov on Dec 23, 2012 14:56:15 GMT -7
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; border-bottom: 2px dashed #E5E5E5; padding-bottom: 5px;] #119 Xavia V. Shikov    ✘ AGE Seventeen ✘ GENDER Female ✘ SEXUALITY Bisexual ✘ APPEARANCE Xavia stands about five foot and nine inches tall, so she’s far from short. She’s thin for her height, about one-hundred and thirty-something pounds. She has a lanky build, “willowy” as she calls herself. She carries herself with an air of elegance, grace and speed. Her blue eyes are friendly to nature and the ones she loves but to enemies and strangers her eyes turn cold and narrow, almost accusing. Her lightly sun-kissed skin is easy to burn and a has a habit of bruising easily. Her black hair is cut short, just below her chin, and is straight as a blade and black as the darkest midnight. ✘ FACE CLAIM [color=000000]✔[/color] The Last Story - Mirania - Xavia✘ PERSONALITY Xavia, while un-trusting and quiet upon first meetings, is clever and strategic. She wears a shell of quiet and deceitful skulking but underneath she hides a soft spot for nature and children. She isn’t likely to talk first and would rather die than turn on an ally (after accomplishing that nearly impossible feat, they deserve her trust). Loyal but unforgiving, she’s a great ally but a dangerous enemy. She has a glare that could kill and a smile that could bring the sun out. She’s prone to shut everyone out and reserve herself, if only to protect herself. She’s far from the kindest person in the world and is terrible with comforting. She prefers animals to people, and would rather live in solitary than with help-unless it is absolutely necessary. ✘ LIKES Animals ✘ DISLIKES People who talk a lot ✘ CRIMES Murder ✘ HABITS Bites nails ✘ PHOBIAS Fire ✘ POSSESSIONS A small (about 4 inch) knife, a long sleeve shirt, loose fitting jeans, sneakers ✘ HISTORYIt was the night of a blizzard, early December, when a poor couple birthed a screaming and, thankfully, healthy baby girl. Veronika Shikov and her husband, Daniel, were happy that they had their second daughter had survived; Vayne Shikov would have a little sister after all. Vayne loved his little sister and when their mother died a year after her birth he gladly took over caring for her while their father went into work in the mines nearly every day to support his two children. Though life was hard for the family, they managed to survive and they grew strong together. Soon enough, though, the childrens father was out of work. Left homeless and starving, Papa Shikov was left to a life of crime, despite the death penalty. He thought he was a better thief that he really was; he left behind a ten-year-old daughter and a thirteen-year-old son. The siblings were left on the street, living off of the charity of others. But, two years later, a small gang decided to steal what little they had and, in return, they would break Xavia’s arm. Vayne, unhappy and angry, went to the gangs base. He left Xavia across the street, waiting in a warehouse. Vayne set fire to the building the gang inhabited and was killed in the process. Unfortunately, one member of the gang survived, and she blamed him for the death of her brother. Xavia, now completely alone in the world, had been walking the streets when a man offered to take her home. Xavia, scared and confused, blindly agreed. In the home of Vadin, the man who had saved her, whom she soon learned was part of a rebellion set on destroying the androids, she learned how to fight. How to rely on precision and speed rather than brute force and strength. She was a tough student; far from a prodigy. But, determined to thank Vadin for helping her, she did learn, and it only took her three years. She was determined to kill the one that had escaped the fire. She traveled for a few years until, finally, she found him and slit his throat. She gladly turned herself in, unwilling to lose her life in a battle. Before she knew it, she resided within the Gallows. |
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