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 Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 5:11 pm
⊰★⊱RossiyaDimitriToska x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x oTHE EXPERT GUNNER
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 5:30 pm
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x o xFULL NAME: Rossiya Dimitri Toska.
x o xBIRTHDAY: December eighteenth, nineteen ninety four.
x o xASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Sagittarius.
x o xAGE: Seventeen.
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x o xHEIGHT: Five foot, eight inches.
x o xBUILD: Thin.
x o xHAIR COLOUR: Black.
x o xEYE COLOUR: Bright blue.
x o xSKIN MODIFICATIONS? Six tattoos. Cobweb on shoulder, a star on each collarbone, an executioner on my ribcage, a white dried rose on my front left hip and birds over a horizon on my outer right thigh.
x o xSTATUS: Wanted alive by Interpol for arms trafficking, drug trafficking, extortion, fraud, human trafficking, forgery, identity theft, illegal immigration, money laundering, murder, racketeering, smuggling and theft. Currently known as Suvi Jokikunnas.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 6:11 pm
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I am unapproachable and far from the average girl. I am a heavy drinker and a recent smoker, I like being in power - leadership is my forte, I am not a weakling. I tend to be confident in myself and my skills. I was abused my government and thrived in a harsh environment, life in Soviet Union was pathetic beyond words and brutal - I stand out against authority, commonly considered a teenager in her rebellious phase. In actuality, I am a mobster which is a difficult line of work, it causes me to like being alone but I do not like to be lonely. To this, I've lost both my morals and my humanity, but that is never a problem for me - it's easier to kill when you are apathetic and do not consider yourself of the same caliber. If I do not like you, live cautiously because I am good with a gun and talented with a knife, my tracking skills are undoubted and my sense of revenge? Higher than the Burj Khalifa.
I am secretive to an extent and I do not trust people easily unless they prove their worth because I have no time to be lied to. Most of those I trust have been through different intricate tests of loyalty to prove their dedication to me and there are few that are on the "keep alive" list. I do not show much affection but I can exhibit human emotions if need be or when I have been drinking too much. Usually, I act in a manner that my higher-ups have told me to act in - cold, emotionless and detached, but it's become a regular nature for me as it seems fit. On my own, there are a few choice words to describe me: deceitful, manipulative and selfish - I do things for me and will lie, steal and cheat my way there if I had to. I bend people to my will and off them if they don't let me mold them like clay, though one cannot doubt my "creations" due to how I know what I want and I'm too ambitious to quit at any rate. I have an air of danger, I live in the shadow of death and make enemies quicker than friends. Even the slightest change in breath is taken into account, you never know what will happen.
Whether it's easy to swallow or not, I kill often and ruin lives with simple actions. I mask my emotions well and delivers lies with ease, the latter being second nature to me. I like to drink, if I have not already mentioned that and I will drink any alcohol that I come across with anything. I have a soft side for my family. I adore the cold because it reminds me of home, however, I like the color green due to the fact that it reminds me of my father. I like to be in control, I like to be respected and I like to be reminded that I am, indeed, better than a number of humans that are alive. I am prone to lying and damn well good at it, you would not even notice the slightest change in my mannerisms and patterns because I'm trained. I can hold up a good threat, I do not deliver empty promises and if you doubt me, I will hate you with a passion. If I wanted, I could beat you up physically, shoot you down or stab you - remember, I like respect.
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I was born in Russia, birthed into corruption by a joyous mother. My birth was one that had been put on the national news, one that would never be forgotten. My every whisper will be echoed into eternity, even after my death. I didn't have to worry about a thing as a young child, not a day when I was burdened. My surname sat me down in the lap of luxury, it kept me safe and content, it saved me from trouble at school. My name was, and always will be, my excuse. In Russia, those who are considered successful are those who go on to become politicians, oligarchs, generals, vor v zakone, all of the above or marry one of the above. Natalia, my mother, was a young model until her late thirties and she was always quite the intelligent being. She had made a good choice to marry my father at that time, for the protection that oligarchs provided and the money. It wasn't a happily ever after story though, my mother had delivered infants that were miscarried which was a disappointment to my father. Things became bad for her because my father needed a child for his line of succession but she could not provide one. I was her miracle, she had carried and delivered me without a single mistake; although I was underweight until the late age of four. When I graced Earth, Russia celebrated the birth of a legacy.
I was born to uphold the Toska family name. Such prestige and respect came along with it, anyone who hadn't heard of us must reside six feet in the ocean. The high esteem came from my father, a vor v zakone since the age of fourteen, he was considered one of the best criminals of his time. Still is. He started with small theft and fought his way up to major extortion projects, he made a name for himself. Nowadays, he is considered a businessman he remains a thief-in-law. He was one of the first members that Sergei Mikhailov picked up out of prison and recruited into the Solntsevskaya Bratva. The Bratva is now the most dangerous criminal syndicate in the world. The prestige began to wear off by the time I was five, as my dad had hired someone to train me in his line of work and it became too much to me. I felt as if it was not going to be worth it, maybe the social status wasn't worth the effort and cruelty; my dad forced me to learn, if I skipped a lesson, I would get a beating. All I wanted to do was go to school, communicate with the other children and laze around without a worry in the world. I never knew if my mom had bothered to object to my dad's outlandish way of raising, or if she was just afraid of opting against him.
Barely five and a half, I advanced from the guns that my friends made with their fingers to real guns. Of course, I had seen my father with his and I knew what they did from all the television shows that I watch. At this point, the trainer had taught me that if I was in imminent danger, the gun is the best way out. I was told that if I wanted to achieve stealth or see the true colors of a dying man, a knife of any sorts is the way to go. To kill for one's defence and honor is the only reason to without being told to be a higher-up. I didn't bother to object with what he had started to teach me but he lacked my support, the fear and motivation when he said I had potential. We were both well aware that if my father was given the chance to live again, he would take the same path that lead to the same destination; he loved his luxury, his wife and his little legacy. He made it in life.
Papa left when I was five, he never got to be there much for me or teach me much other than his way of life. He said that it was dangerous but he had to do it and that he swore he would come back. I believed him, I thought my papa was the strongest man alive and he was invincible. Papa must have known what he was in for, he kissed us a teary goodbye and told us he loved us. Little did I know, he was headed to fight the last year of the Criminal Wars, a war that no one would win. Papa died on February twenty seventh, year two thousand and he never got to come back before he did. They say he was captured and tortured for days until death took him out of his pain. However, I feel that he fulfilled his dream in life before he could leave the world and for that, I am proud of him. His death was a turning stone in my journey.
The best part about me, when I was young, was that I was a good girl. In spite of what you would believe, I tried my best to be patient, docile and quiet. I was well-behaved, I spoke when I needed to and did everything my authorities told me to. I wanted to be invisible after what happened with Papa. My innocence only lasted six years, my first kill was a fox with a knife, during a camping trip at our lake-house when I was six and a quarter. It made me feel terrible for a few days because I felt as if my hands were tainted. Slowly, the trainer taught me how to commit thefts, efficiently disable someone, the fastest ways to kill people, everything he knew was handed down to me from a young age. If I did something wrong, he would have me repeat it without a break until I got it right before he let me go for the day.
For the entire seventh year of my life, I was taught larceny, laundering and racketeering from the same trainer. I went along easier, as a form of appreciation towards my father and his life. Each year had a different lesson, when I turned eight it was different ways of trafficking, smuggling and illegal immigration. By the time I was ten, it was identity theft, forgery, fraud and extortion. Eventually, I was ready to join the Solntsevskaya but they refused, my age mattered and they just wouldn't take it. They told me to try again in a decade or so.
Fourteen, I was fourteen when it happened. My mom took me to Saint Petersburg to visit my elderly grandmother for a week. Out of boredom, I had went out with a guy that my mom introduced to me, her friend's son. His name was Arkady, he took me to see a movie and things had gone great. However, they took a turn for the horrific when he walked me home through a shortcut that seemed shifty enough from the outside. Hand in hand, we ambled through the alley until he took a knife to me and everything got nasty. Arkady was a Tambov Gang member and his entire purpose to go on the date had been to kill me. Heart break was far from what I felt, my anger drove me to turn the tables and point a gun at his head – one word and he was gone.
My second kill followed shortly afterwards, when the Bratva decided to take me in earlier. It was a competition, a fierce one. The murders kept coming in, with all the other jobs and I did them without much hesitation. My rank went higher, the tattoos kept coming and I went to prison once or twice for crimes I forgot. I had never felt so contaminated, it felt as if the blood of my victims left marks on my body. I felt dirty. I always thought this was where my alcoholism was triggered, almost certain that it was from this chain of events. All the alcohol was free for the taking, I began to drown out my guilt with vodka and Goldschlager which turned into a terrible addiction. After years of my work with the mafia, I no longer felt the contamination or remorse but the alcohol kept pouring in.
The major extortion projects, the drug trafficking, fraud, laundering, murder. My name was out there in the underground, I was known and I made it. I may be at the top of my world, but my journey isn't over – far from, it just got interesting.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 6:24 pm
⊰★⊱RossiyaDimitriToska
Elias Faustian met me at a library at Spirit Fang Academy, I was hungover and he was persistent. I gave him a lot, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, I gave him my trust and my loyalty. What a ******** c**t, he is. I delve into his personal life, find out what scares him and make a dangerous negotiation to get it away from him, but he has the steel balls to tell me I did nothing for him. Useful and unappreciative, I can do better but I don't want better and I already did by recruiting Faddey as a comrade. All in all, he's owes me a ******** apology or his heart on a platter.
Fiore Lucano Italians are too pansy, honestly with all of their family bullshit and no harm because when it comes down to a gunfight, they can't protect their family. I thought it meant a lot. You shoot one brother by accident, BY ACCIDENT, and you've got some redheaded Italian chick barking up your tree about how unreliable and bitchy you are. Well. ******** you. Maybe you should protect your brother instead because I don't care about Italian customs, I'm Russian and what the hell are customs? What are manners?
Romulus Valori Snitch. Liar. Blemish. Error. He needed to go after he sold me out to the Five Families of New York and I tried to kill him - there's no big deal here, no reading between the lines. I wanted him dead and I wanted to be the one to kill him, but I wasn't careful because it was a ******** bloodbath and it wasn't The Avengers ******** up New York City this time. He managed to escape and now he's mad at me for trying to kill him even though he was cunty enough to deserve it. Whatever. Stay mad, bro. I didn't even like you in the first place - I mean, cargo shorts? Really? Who are you? Tom Hanks. No. Stop.
Let's find out, Magics and Weaponry Department.
Elias Faustian hey, I heard you were a wild one. Don't tell him because he has a big enough head, but I'd kind of like to kiss him. I have to go shoot myself now.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 6:35 pm
Glad to have Rossiya back! <3
Rossiya Toska is reapproved!
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