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| User: | eternal_dancer (281149) | V E R U |
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| Name: | eternal_dancer | |||||||||
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| Bio: |  Character Information Character Name(s): Verushka Natasia Solovyov Nicknames/Aliases: There have been too many over the years to keep track of. Those who know her well often refer to her simply as "Veru." Gender: Female Race: Vampire Actual Character Age: 447 DOB: Mid-May Physical Description: Verushka stands at just over 5'5" with the slender, waif-like form of a dancer in a previous life. Her features are sharp, with a sort of old world nobility feel to them, and are off-set by her constantly changing hair styles. Quite the fan of the chameleon-like possibilities afforded by a box of dye, it is nothing for her to go from a short, platinum style to a lengthy red headed look in a matter of days. Though perhaps her most stand out feature is the flawless, ice blue of her eyes – an unforgivingly cold hue if there ever was one. Distinguishing marks: None - she prefers blending in to standing out PB: Vera Farmiga  Birth Location: Present day Volgogard, known most commonly as the former Stalingrad Personality: Verushka leaned the value of an unremarkable life early on. Her parents were farmers in a time when royalty meant everything and it was this lower stature in life that taught her how much could be gained by never drawing attention to yourself, by simply sitting back to watch events unfold. Because of this, she is often an eerily quiet and all-too-keen observer. There is little that slips past her attention. She is slow if not nearly impossible to anger, which can often frustrate those who seek to get a rise out of her – more prone to letting her opposition reveal their hand before she does, Verushka always plays her cards close to her chest. There is obviously something a bit 'off' about her, something that can unsettle those ill-prepared for it – a sort of childlike, faux-innocence….perhaps a touch of something less than desirable. To put it mildly, she can be a bit creepy on a good day, downright disturbing on a bad. Furthermore, she seems to thoroughly enjoy the nervousness her eerily calm behavior instills in others. Personal Background: There was nothing remotely luxurious about the early years of Verushka's life. Her parents had settled into what was then known as Tsaritsyn, a recently formed fortress city off of the Volga River, at the time. They struggled to not only assist in the continued development of this new city, but to create lives for themselves and their only daughter. Hard work was a value learned early on, as it took every single member of their tiny family unit to work the small farm they'd settled for themselves. There was little time for luxuries, including formalized schooling, in those early years and it was only later, when Verushka was a teenager that she would envy the upper class residents of her beloved city who had the opportunity to go and to learn. It motivated her to take a job as a seamstress for one of the tailors in town, spending her days mending work trousers and, as the city grew more and more prosperous, the clothing of Tsaritsyn's wealthy. And while the city grew, so did its demand for the finer things more commonly found in Russia's bigger cities – lush hotels, expensive restaurants, theater and, perhaps above all else, ballet. When the first dance company was formed, it was Verushka's employer who was hired to sew the costumes and it was through such tasks that she got her first taste of the art form. It wasn't unusual for the company to demand a seamstress present at practices, should a costume rip or require immediate alterations. Through her knack for keen observation, Verushka learned what she could, mimicked it at home in the middle of the night when she was sure no one could see. There was a younger member of the ballet who became quite fond of the quiet little blonde who sewed their costumes so diligently and it was she who, upon discovering Verushka's rapt love of the dance, offered to give her secret lessons. In hiding, she prospered when someone of her stature should not have – her lean frame seemed to be naturally cut for ballet, her body capable of moving with a grace that belonged more to princess then peasant. It was during one of these top secret meetings that the pair were stumbled upon by another dancer who, in turn, informed the company's leader of the arrangement between the two young women. Thinking that the humiliation would be enough to put the 'help' back into line, it was demanded of Verushka that she perform in front of the entire company at the next rehearsal. It was more than obvious, from their reactions, they hadn't intended to see what was before them; this measly little pauper nearly out-danced their most talented pupil. In spite of everything that should have stood in their way, the desire to be known throughout Russia as a premiere dance troupe lead the company to allowing their former seamstress to join their ranks. For the next five years, Verushka traveled with the company, performing across the country as her love of dance grew. But eventually she tired of the grueling schedule and settled instead into Moscow, using the money she'd made to send herself, for the very first time, to a private tutor so that she might learn. Her hunger for knowledge seemed insatiable and though her tutor could impart to her all the basics she might need to know, within three years she was far beyond even the levels of what he could teach her. When she wasn't dancing or working, once more, for a tailor in the city, she was reading whatever materials she could get her hands on: theater, philosophy, Greek tragedies…all of it. But, like her tutor, eventually she outgrew Moscow as well. Travel seemed her best option and so it was to France she set off, traipsing off in little explorations as she crossed half the continent to reach her destination. Paris was everything she'd hoped for once she arrived and, though she wasn't nearly a member of high society, she was safe from the lowly stature she'd incurred so early in life. She took a job in a small tavern as a barmaid, one centrally located to where the Parisian ballet performer. Occasionally, she found she could sneak a peek if she was quick enough to slide through a crowd gathered for a performance. It was at the little tavern one night that she met the man who would sire her, though she hadn't the slightest idea at the time. He was handsome and well-spoken, an expert on all things French – he couldn't tell her enough things about the area to satisfy her curiosity. And when he asked her to accompany him to the ballet, Verushka couldn't have agreed quickly enough. Afterwards, the two retired to the parlor of a local hotel for drinks and it was a few hours later, her head a bit thick with wine, that she felt his fangs break the tender skin of her throat. Thought was exactly occurred after that is a bit of a blur, the pain that followed is excruciatingly clear. It felt as though her blood might burst clear of her veins, break free of her skin and paint the room around them. It was only later, once she'd recovered, that he dared explain to her what he'd done – sired her, made her like him and now he would teach her even more than she ever thought possible. The pair spent the better part of a few lifetimes together, traveling throughout Europe as Verushka learned as much as she could about this new life of hers: how to stay clear of daylight, how to feed from a human without harming them, what objects to avoid at all costs and, as the years increased, how to manage her new abilities that seemed to appear at random with age. But, like all things in her life, there came a point at which she felt there was nothing left that could be taught, nothing she couldn't discover on her own. Perhaps it was a bit of wanderlust that drove her from him, a bit of curiosity as to what he might be keeping from her….or that, for the first time in her life, she wished to be alone. She'd seen so much of Europe, parts of Asia she wouldn't have dared veer into without her once beloved sire by her side. She turned her attention now to Africa, South America, to North America…until the desire for her native soil overwhelmed her. Her once tiny hometown was now Volgograd, a bustling industrial center she barely recognized, though the hand of the Soviet's hung darkly over everything. This dampened state of Russia when she returned gave her enough cause to venture out into the surrounding countries, seeking that vibrancy that was lost. This was how she came to settle into Romania, to meet Roslin Besson, and to join the strange coven-like family of her children she had started. Very few, if any other than Verushka were sired by others, but who could resist the haunting little ballerina with those big blue eyes? From the moment she met Vallis Besson, her beloved Roslin's brother, it was clear the two were not going to be fond of one another. Verushka, in all her eerie studiousness, didn't trust him for an instant – it was highly likely that he felt the same. She was out the night he took action against his slowly maddening sister, burning to the ground the place that she and so many others had called home, presumably murdering all of those inside. There may have been no proof, but Verushka was positive who was behind such an act. Before she could draw attention to herself, she left, fled Romania and returned instead to France, to Marseille this time until she could decide where this extended life of hers might take her next. After a time, and before the questions began, she moved again to Canada, excited to witness all that was North America. It was here that, unbeknownst to her, she stumbled across a guide from Halcyon, looking to replace a number of faculty that had recently left their positions. It was obvious what exactly Verushka was and, upon learning of her proficiency with languages and her desire for a new adventure, that a position at the school was offered. With nothing but good intentions at heart, she accepted and has only recently arrived.  Family: Savina Tatiana Solovyov [mother, deceased] Demyan Fyodor Solovyov [father, deceased] Weakness: Vulnerable to sunlight, fire, and holy objects; can be killed or severely wounded via trauma to the head, spine or heart. As a vampire, Verushka does require drinking the blood of others to survive. On a more personal level, ballet, mentions of home and nearly anything Russian hold a sentimental place with her. Magical Abilities: Has the ability to conjure images with her voice, one that seems to be growing stronger with age. Though she can read minds as some vampires can, Verushka can also delve deeper to seek out things that might stand out in some sort of importance in their mind – people they have loved, their greatest fears, etc. By changing the tone of her voice, she can bring such visions to life in what many mistake as reality. The younger the supernatural, the more effective her gift. Any Training: She didn't attend any sort of formal schooling until she was much older, excelling in the study of languages and dance. Since getting a late start in the world of education, she has quietly made swift progress in extending her knowledge base, something she continues to do in her spare time. Special Skills: Speaks Russian and French fluently, can recall a few scattered Slavic tongues as well, though not as thoroughly. Veru also spent several years travelling as a ballerina until she was turned, a skill that remains with her. House: Head of Halcyon Start Date at Halcyon:: Mid-July After School Clubs: n/a Teaches: Late Morning: Language – French Early Night: Language – Russian AIM Name: dancewithfangs Rooming with: Alone  Your information Characters insanejournal name: eternal_dancer Your email: crowchick [at] gmail [dot] com Your messengers (aim/yahoo/msn): AIM: almightyarse Yahoo: almighty_arse Your name (internet or real): Erica Your age: 23 Link to colored photo for characters page: Veru | |||||||||
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