Appearance:
Character Name: Rossiya Dimitri Toska.
Date of birth / Age: December 18th, 1993 / 17.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Straight.
Peculiar Physical Traits or Quirks: I have extremely
bright blue eyes, it is as if you have peered into an ocean composed of crystals and shimmering water. I am fond of vodka, as are many Russians which is why a
light scent of alcohol will be sensed when near me. I am a woman who has had a fair amount of training to be who I am today, I am
psychically strong. I do not know if you have noticed yet, but I
never speak in contractions and as I was born in a foreign country, I have the
accent of my motherland. I have spent many years in the cold winters of Russia, the weather is below freezing point in the winter, I
withstand cold as if it is nothing.
Glasses/Contacts: No, my eyes are natural.
Smoke: No.
Drinks: It is very common of myself to drink.
Nervous Habits: The word nervous does not exist in my dictionary, do not utter this word in my presence. The word nervous exists only in the dictionary of weaklings.
Hometown: Ulyanovsk, Russia.
Bio: I was once an every day child in a city that was hundreds of miles east of Moscow, a life that was straightforward: get up in the mornings, study at school, come home and finish my work, help my papa and mat [1] with odd jobs around the house. I would spend my days working, whether it was for my education or for my family but it wasn't always as simple as it seems it would be, my father had me do jobs that were not regular for children of my age.
I had never known what my father had done as an occupation until I was six, all I had been aware of was that it got us through and into middle class, far from poverty. When he had asked me to do him a favor for his job, I had been stunned but he advised me to do as he said if I wanted to live a life away from poverty and have a decent education. I had spent my days in the back storage of my mat's bakery, doing the tasks my father had assigned, they had consisted of watering these green plants with seven to nine sharp leafs which he would turn into brownies that my mat would sell away. It grew into others as well, such as having me carry in white bricks through the back door and package them into boxes, I never knew what they were but he said they made people happy. I would spend a while putting pretty brown powder that was comparable to cocoa powder into little envelopes and putting elastics around them, he would have me make millions of those, it was an easy task.
When my father was arrested, I did not understand why, I was eight. The police had raided our house and my mat's bakery, they took away the green plants, powders and bricks with shocked faces, they had tried to take my mother away but she had effortlessly defended herself and stayed safe. She had hugged me as they took my papa away, I was not affected as I could not understand what he had done wrong.
It was when I grew up that I realized what he had done to have exiled, he was an outlaw, a rebel, a Russian mobster and a threat to the government of my motherland. I had seen my peers using the objects my father had been selling, they were not as innocent as I had thought them out to be, they were vile. I had realized the crimes I had committed but I loved my Lider [2] too much to know that I would kill his legacy as an outlaw if I did not join the Russian Mafia.
It was through the mafia that I had been strengthened to become who I am today, I am strong because of them and the work I have done for them.
Strengths: I can
hold my liquor better than most women of other countries, I was raised drinking vodka and various alcohols. I am
good with guns and grenades, my mafia training has trained in my ways that would make me fit for an army. I am good at
strategic planning ,
calculating , and
analysing. I can
shoot in many conditions and situations, if someone were to spray my eyes with pepper, I could shoot as I usually do.
Weaknesses: I dislike
gun jams or
having to reload! It is the worst thing to exist, far worse than those damned Americans! Oh, and put
running out of bullets up there! Sometimes,
being drunk is not too great, it can cause me
horrible hangovers and
loss of coordination . Any form of
injury to the hand or arm is tolerable in the sense of feeling it but a pain because I cannot play with my guns.
Weapons: Guns! All sorts of guns from all sorts of places, besides most of the damned guns from America, such weak American damage. How typical. I have a ballistic knife that I bought off a black market in Russia but it is not my specialty, I do not use it much.
Mannerisms: I have a
straight, perfected military posture and an
air of outlaw around me at all times, my way of speaking can be
crude and seem as if I am
ordering you around. I am a generally
cold person who shows
lack of affection or concern and will ignore you unless you have become close to me. I i
ntensely dislike unwanted physical contact, I will seem very stiff and emotionless if you do happen to touch me in any way. If you irritate me to the point of no return, I
may get violent and
try to inflict mass pain on you.
What type of clothes/shoes/accessories does he/she wear?: A very rocker chic type of thing, generally dark or very light colors or mixtures of both. I enjoy wearing crucifix necklaces, many accessories, mostly silver. I wear shorts, skinny jeans, racerback tank tops and leather jackets - stuff along those lines.
Eating habits/mannerisms/tastes: I
drink with everything I eat, vodka, wine, whether it is provided or not. I use my food to
draw war plans and strategies on my plate, I eat in an
organized way even if it may not appear so. I
never ask for seconds, I
hold out my plate/cup and expect to be served more.
Spending Habits: I spend more on vodka and firearms than on essentials, but then again, those are my essentials.
Optimist/Pessimist?: Neither. I am a realist, I choose to believe a more possible outcome and be realistic and logical rather than being too happy or a killjoy. I see the world how it should be seen, if I am in the middle of a war, I cannot shout "We will do good!" , I will have to strategize and serve my country without foolish beliefs.
Confident/Self-conscious?: I spit on fools who are self conscious, the opinions of foolish judgemental people should not control the person you choose to be. I have confidence in who I am and would not let a soul change my mind. I am too prideful and stubborn.
How does he/she feel about his/her appearance?: My appearance is fine, my eyes make me stand out in a crowd and I have an air that let's people know that I am Russian and will give them the cold shoulder. I think my looks are capable enough to capture the attention of men although I do not care for my appearance - I would much rather spend a day working on my aim and firearms than primping myself.
Most important possession: A-19, my small assault rifle.
Hobbies/Recreations/Sports: I very much enjoy
shooting if you did not realize it yet, it has been a long time hobby of mine and at times, I've done
shooting sports, mostly
hunting. I have made it essential for me to
drink, I do it every day. I like watching
American cowboy movies, do not ever question me or I will shoot you a new a*****e.
Talents: I see no use in telling you my talents as my strengths are the same thing but I will repeat them. I can
hold my liquor better than most women of other countries, I was raised drinking vodka and various alcohols. I am
good with guns and grenades, my mafia training has trained in my ways that would make me fit for an army. I am good at
strategic planning ,
calculating , and
analysing. I can
shoot in many conditions and situations, if someone were to spray my eyes with pepper, I could shoot as I usually do. I am also good at
horseback riding.
Greatest Fear: Why would I tell you my fear? I am not stupid, do not mistake me for your other foolish students! Oh, it is required for acceptance? I suppose my biggest fear would be
retreating or
giving up, it takes more courage to retreat than to advance.
Likes: 1. Vodka.
2. Firearms.
3. Thrill.
4. Being a leader.
Dislikes: 1. Losing.
2. Americans.
3. Weaklings.
4. This list is far too long, I hate more than I like and for that reason, I dislike listing my dislikes.
Who does he/she live with?: My dog Vodka, but I suppose that will change as I will be assigned a roommate once accepted.
Father/Relationship with him: My relationship with my father, Dimitri, is nothing but admiration and respect. He is my leader, the one who has taught me and the one who has helped me become the person I am. Me and my father spend time together when he is not jailed in Siberia or labor facilities. He had taught me how to use assault rifles during a winter as a bonding activity, we enjoy hunting together.
Mother/Relationship with her: My mother is far too sensitive but she is a sweet woman with eyes full of innocence, I can see why my father loves her. I do not spend as much time with her as I do with my father but when we spend time together, she tries to teach me how to be a suitable wife or how to cook traditional Russian meals. I thank her for raising me with care and giving me life.
Feelings toward animals: I could not care less for animals, if I do not care for other humans, why should animals be special? I hunt animal, their fur provides use for warmth in the winters.
How does he/she view his family?: The only thing that leaves my heart slightly warm to humanity.
How does he/she view his/her friends?: Comrades in war although not entirely worthy of trust, I do not trust myself.
Who is their hero?: It is offensive to most but my hero is
Joseph Stalin, not for killing but many other reasons.
Lyudmila Pavlichenko is another hero, a Soviet sniper who has been deemed the best female sniper.
Simo Häyhä , the best sniper in the world, despite him working against the Russians, he was an amazing soldier.
Other comments: If you ever interrogate me in such ways again, you will live through a fate worse than Russian winters.
My name, Rossiya, means Russia in my mother tongue. My surname, it is very special, no single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases, it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.
[1] = Mat means Mother in Russian.
[2] = Lider is Leader in Russian.
