Post by Vespa on Dec 29, 2008 23:31:15 GMT -5
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Player Information
Handle: Vespa
Gender: Female
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Character Information
Canon? No
Character Name: Vladma Bulgakov
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Species/Breed:Amur Leopard
Current Occupation: Middle Angel with a Power in Target Elimination. (Sniper)
Personality: Vladma is a cheerful young woman. Not many things get her upset; she's a very go with the flow kind of gal. In English she maintains a rather kind exterior, for the most part, but the little snippets of Russian reveal a lash tongue and words one should never imagine coming from a delectable woman's mouth. She enjoys much the same things as her peers: guns, guns, and more guns. But no weapon will ever hold a candle to her dear dear Alice. Alice is Vladma's one true love and the only meaning Vladma has in life. The rifle never leaves the woman's side and if anyone dare so much as touch her they will learn a thing or two about Vladma's fist. The only one granted permission to even think of removing Alice's clothing without a clobbering is Armory Cheif Dimitri. Vladma can't help her seductive nature. She slinks about the Armory waggling her hips at every male gendered furre. It's never been something she's been interested in but it's something she's always been innately good at. It's almost like a hobby; seducing those around her. She's not over the top, just the little things. A smile here, a brush of the skin there, nothing really. The only person she's really taken a liking to in the whole of the armory, though, happens to be the one most immune to her feminine delicacies. Dimitri has been with her through most of her life in Lucent and has become a most trusted friend. He may be to blame for much of the way Vladma operates. The two are almost scarily alike. She keeps a watchful eye on the poor creature and does her best to ensure his own health. But it's well known you can't make the little man do anything he doesn't want to. The familial bonds of the armory are reciprocated through the young feline and often times the two are arguing about something much like an old married couple. It doesn't last for long or get too serious since when angered or irritated too much she reverts to Russian ultimately killing the argument. The two have formed some what of a co-dependent relationship in that Vladma's desire for family and friends is ultimately fulfilled in the strange creature that is Dimitri. The majority of her time is spent inside the armory but occasionally she goes out on her own, so long as there's nothing of immediate importance which is rare when having taken on such a responsibility as Demitri's health. What little time is left is out drinking on her own. Often it's in secret because surely the little eel would be jealous so she tacks it onto the beginning or ending of a run since the armory has expected her to be gone for days on end anyway.
Runs consists of a call from higher up designating a least a name and if lucky locations and personal information. She spends the first few days surveying the terrain and patterns of the target. She may be stuck waiting for days on end without moving a muscle, something she's gotten fairly good at. Eventually she sets up shop at what she deems the perfect location and executes a kill, soon vanishing into the party life and going on without another thought about her victim. It's just a job after all.
She's an intelligent woman on the streets. She can handle herself in a fist fight and knows well enough who to not talk to. But if you put a book in front of her she'd never figure out how to say onomatopoeia; why she never picked up reading as a hobby. In fact she gets frustrated to even try and does her best to avoid anything relating to conventional education -- contrary to her mother's hopes. That's not the only thing her mother would be disappointed over. Vladma has had her fair share of experience in all that is grown up. Including men. She's never interacted with them romantically, at least not seriously. That's all part of her carefree attitude toward life though.
Appearance: Un-shockingly Vladma is purebred. Not many visitors come to taint the breeding line of her native village. They boast the lineage of cold tempered winter leopards of the mountains. Her body has a solid form with long thin limbs to trudge through deep snow. Her fur is thick year round and keeps her warmer then most other species. In winter she wears unusually little for warmth. Just a coat, the black leather bomber hat she wore while hunting with her father as a child and a good pair of boots-- pants are a given. She never goes a day without that hat. She is undoubtedly attractive purely by nature and God knows she doesn't bother trying. Aside from the growth pattern of her fur it looks not much different then most other spotted feline's. Her basic tan coloration is speckled with black spots and the more tender parts of her body are absent of spots and a good deal lighter in tint then the golden brown of her body. Before her indoctrination into the guild her eyes were a cold blue gray and while the replacements come close they just don't have the sparkle of her old eyes. She also happens to be intimidatingly tall for a woman. She stands at nearly 6 foot and thinks nothing of it other then to taunt dear Dimitri with his diminutive stature.
Background: Born in the mountainous northern region of Julia Vladma is not your average Angel. Her family was a more rustic and probably among the last of it's kind. Her father often took her out to hunt teaching her the intricacies of the rifle. As a young girl of 14 she became a local icon. A master marksman before puberty ever hit. Eventually a vacationing Angel from Lucent, a place she'd never heard of, visited the small village for some hunting. Vladma was the prime candidate to escort the angel and without a word of English impressed him. He made a request with her parents to get her a real education for her services when she finished. Vladma's mother pressed the decision to let him take her onto her father and remorsefully he released her to the Angel's care. Immediately upon arrival in Lucent she started classes. She had to catch up on normal schooling and learn English. She managed to learn enough to get her GED with those of her own age but English is one thing she still lacks. She knows well enough to be fluent and communicate but every sentence is heavily laden with a Russian accent. Among the Angles she picked up the technical intricacies of handling a gun and her skill along side her education of modern technology made her quite the force to be reckoned with-- at least from a distance. She didn't know quite what to give up for a while in order to become a real angel. She had already lost her family and her home so they weren't entirely a viable option. Finally she settled, to the grand suggestion of one of her best, albeit more insane friends, on giving up her eyes. The replacements made a remarkably skilled young woman into an unbelievable sharpshooter. Her accuracy increased to 99.98% and was put to good use with gratuitous betting. At least for the first few weeks until everyone knew Vladma could hit anything at the rifle's max firing range. After a few years Vladma became a Middle Angle though she didn't care much for the Guild. All she ever cared about was her rifle and using it. Lucky for Vladma she's made quite a home for herself in Lucent and she hasn't yet longed too strongly for home. If she did she'd be in trouble since she can't very well leave.
Password? sacrament
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