Post by alina on Jun 3, 2011 19:35:28 GMT -5
[/color][/font]I'VE BEEN RE-HYMENATED!
AND THAT, DUDE, WILL NOT ABIDE[/color]
"Well... yeah, I guess."
NAME alina natalya koskovich
AGE twenty-one
DOB april nineteenth, nineteen ninety
SPECIES fallen angel (has no idea)
SEXUAL ORIENTATION bisexual
ALLEGIANCE none yet
OCCUPATION online college student, part-time waitress, & part-time model
HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT?[/color][/font]
ON SILK SHEETS, ROLLING NAKED IN MONEY[/color]
HAIR brown, long and wavy
EYES large, expressive, and brown
PERSONAL STYLE for the most part, alina dresses like any other college student. casual and cute, but more importantly comfortable. she'll pull out the occasional fancy dress for something like bar hopping, but prefers jeans and a shirt. she's a fan of layers as well.
PLAY BY sian abbott
WE SHOULD HAVE ANGRY SEX[/color][/font]
DON'T OBJECTIFY ME. LET'S GO[/color]
LIKES summer, beaches, men, women, alcohol, photography, traveling, modeling, music, clubs, her little brother
DISLIKES commitment, snow, insects of any sort, studying, essays, staying inside all day, dancing, her parents
STRENGTHS confidence, alcohol tolerance, social
WEAKNESSES bored easy, sex, the "voices"
SPECIAL SKILLS can hear the conversations of angels
10 WORDS TO DESCRIBE YOU confident, graceful, smooth, sweetheart, secretive, naive, youthful, sarcastic, witty, and temperamental
WHO'S THE HOTTER PSYCHIC?[/color][/font]
PATRICIA ARQUETTE, JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT, OR YOU?[/color]
HOMETOWN ekaterinburg, russian
PARENTS katerina and aleksander koskovich
SIBLINGS pavel koskovich, thirteen
SIGNIFICANT OTHER --
OFFSPRING --
HISTORY many, many years ago alina had been one of the seraphim. when god created humans, she did not wish to bow down, though did so, embracing her father's love. she remained a very loyal angel for many years, never once blinking at the thought of betraying her father. it was a thought that only crossed her mind on the very rare occasion, and even then at first she just shoved it away and ignored it. she wished to stay with heaven and remain with her siblings, bowing down to humans consequently. while she did not like it, things for her did not change for a very long time.
that was, until, the news of the winchesters destinies were whispered through out heaven. hearing these, she took a good look down at humanity and found herself disgusted by their ways. they had become destructive and violent as centuries passed, and were so easily turning their back on their father. they did not deserve his love, and these thoughts become more and more prominent. when uriel had gathered his garrison she had joined, and by the time he had been killed, she was punished. however, instead of being killed like she had expected, she lost her face.
on april nineteenth, she was born a pair of humans, katerina and aleksandr koskovich. she was given the name alina natalya, and had absolutely no memories of ever being an angel, or anything near it for that matter. she grew up a fairly normal life, not remembering moving from ekaterinburg to a small town off coast of new york. she grew up in the town fine, doing most things that little girls did like ballet classes and piano lessons. neither she stuck well too. perhaps the only unusual things in her life was that her parents taught her russian as well as english, but she did not find that odd.
when she was eight years old, her parents gave birth to another child - this one completely human and a boy who was named pavel. alina cared for her little brother like any other girl would do, though initially she did selfishly wish it had been a little girl. she was quick to get over it and adjust to life no longer as the only child. this was something she was fine with, she had never really been a spoiled child. with a few close friends and still the affection of her parents, she was fine.
not long after the birth of her brother, maybe a year or two, the voices started. they were slow to start for her and she rarely heard them at the young age. alina's parents worried little about it, assuming it was just an imaginary friend that she was talking about, even if she was a little old to still have one. as she aged they became more frequent, but at the same time easier to just shove in the back of her mind with the granted practice. she never told a single soul about hearing voices, not wanting people to think that she was crazy.
when she graduated out of high school, she moved to the big city. after being denied for new york university, alina instead started to take classes online, figuring that it would be easier to manage instead of applying for another college and moving again. feeling that she had too much free time she started as a waitress, but after being spotted out by a group of models during fashion week, soon started modeling part-time as well, and it allowing her to go all along the country with it.
ARE YOU HUMMING METALLICA?[/color][/font]
IT CALMS ME DOWN[/color]
YOUR NAME/ALIAS lian
RP EXPERIENCE five years
OTHER CHARACTERS --
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
t had been a strangely late night for Gina, the people living above her in apartment deciding to throw a party up until god knows what hour in the morning. It wasn't so much the obnoxious, auto-tuned music that had pounded and practically shook the complex all night - but the loud, uneven clattering of feet. She hadn't ended up being the one to call a complain to the manager far past midnight, but whoever did had been her hero when she'd finally managed to fall asleep. It wasn't something that she had to worry about often with odd hours and not often being home to sleep at a regular hour. They hadn't had a case yesterday and it had just been a seemingly extra long day of paperwork. It probably wouldn't have been as bad if all of them where there, but with Beth and Cooper both gone for varying reason they had to split up the paper load even more. It wasn't the worst thing in the world but after a while got tedious, considering half the time it was like you were writing that same thing over and over again.
And all of that was probably a factor in her alarm failing to wake her up at the right time, but instead the loud honking of a car horn. Naturally that had all but scared her witless, her almost falling out of bed with a jump. Gina wasn't a jumpy person to say the least, but it was only natural that something that was so frequent in cities would get her worked up as opposed to the heinous acts that happened in her job. Over the years she had definitely adjusted to it. Joining the Red Cell right after graduating from the Academy wasn't a normal thing. It had not been easy at first and some of the first things that she had ever dealt with up close still made a rare appearance in a night mare of hers. But almost everyone had to deal with that. Not every unit of the government had to deal with violent murders against individuals for varying reasons, but they did. That was practically the only thing they had to deal with it. There were of course the ones that did involve murder and other aspects, but some were just child abductions. Putting just in front of it didn't make it any less worse, seeing as it was rare for a child to make it past the twenty four hour mark, but there was a lower body count if worse came to worse.
After very quickly getting ready and throwing some coffee into a mug, traffic hadn't helped the idea of being on time to say the least. There was a good reason why she usually tried to leave a few minutes early as opposed to nearly thirty minutes late. She had sat in the highway in tight traffic, and even after getting onto the service road, it had still been oddly busy and having to stop at nearly every other light was annoying. But hell, she was a fed, and wasn't about to go off and break the law - even a simple traffic one unless it was necessary and on the job. The Bureau had a way of making loopholes for some of the shit that went on behind doors. Maybe it was good for her and everyone else that had to twist somethings around. Whoever it affected wasn't going to be thinking the same thing. For the most part, Feds like her didn't get special treatment from the law, but everything did have it's exceptions. That just happened to be yet another one of them.
When Gina had finally gotten there, she bit down slightly on her lower lip, managing to not glance at any clock as she walked by. She pulled her hair out of the high ponytail she had quickly thrown it up into, running a hand through the dirty blonde hair to calm it slightly, it easily falling back into the gentle curl that it had, barely moving as she walked quickly. The familiar British voice that called out in greeting was of no surprise, realizing that she definitely wouldn't be the first one there. It surprised her when she walked in and only saw Mick standing there, not Prophet as well. Huh, maybe she wasn't the only one running behind schedule. That was better for her at least, she normally wasn't a late person. She wasn't early like Beth or Cooper, but she at least tried. "Hey," she greeted back, offering a bit of a tired smile to him. "Where's Prophet?" She asked curiously, faintly raising an eyebrow in curiosity. She knew that she probably should have called ahead of time to inform him that she was going to be on the late side of things, but being stuck in traffic for a less than sane amount of time tended to be on the distracting side of things.
And all of that was probably a factor in her alarm failing to wake her up at the right time, but instead the loud honking of a car horn. Naturally that had all but scared her witless, her almost falling out of bed with a jump. Gina wasn't a jumpy person to say the least, but it was only natural that something that was so frequent in cities would get her worked up as opposed to the heinous acts that happened in her job. Over the years she had definitely adjusted to it. Joining the Red Cell right after graduating from the Academy wasn't a normal thing. It had not been easy at first and some of the first things that she had ever dealt with up close still made a rare appearance in a night mare of hers. But almost everyone had to deal with that. Not every unit of the government had to deal with violent murders against individuals for varying reasons, but they did. That was practically the only thing they had to deal with it. There were of course the ones that did involve murder and other aspects, but some were just child abductions. Putting just in front of it didn't make it any less worse, seeing as it was rare for a child to make it past the twenty four hour mark, but there was a lower body count if worse came to worse.
After very quickly getting ready and throwing some coffee into a mug, traffic hadn't helped the idea of being on time to say the least. There was a good reason why she usually tried to leave a few minutes early as opposed to nearly thirty minutes late. She had sat in the highway in tight traffic, and even after getting onto the service road, it had still been oddly busy and having to stop at nearly every other light was annoying. But hell, she was a fed, and wasn't about to go off and break the law - even a simple traffic one unless it was necessary and on the job. The Bureau had a way of making loopholes for some of the shit that went on behind doors. Maybe it was good for her and everyone else that had to twist somethings around. Whoever it affected wasn't going to be thinking the same thing. For the most part, Feds like her didn't get special treatment from the law, but everything did have it's exceptions. That just happened to be yet another one of them.
When Gina had finally gotten there, she bit down slightly on her lower lip, managing to not glance at any clock as she walked by. She pulled her hair out of the high ponytail she had quickly thrown it up into, running a hand through the dirty blonde hair to calm it slightly, it easily falling back into the gentle curl that it had, barely moving as she walked quickly. The familiar British voice that called out in greeting was of no surprise, realizing that she definitely wouldn't be the first one there. It surprised her when she walked in and only saw Mick standing there, not Prophet as well. Huh, maybe she wasn't the only one running behind schedule. That was better for her at least, she normally wasn't a late person. She wasn't early like Beth or Cooper, but she at least tried. "Hey," she greeted back, offering a bit of a tired smile to him. "Where's Prophet?" She asked curiously, faintly raising an eyebrow in curiosity. She knew that she probably should have called ahead of time to inform him that she was going to be on the late side of things, but being stuck in traffic for a less than sane amount of time tended to be on the distracting side of things.
IS IT BECAUSE OF MY PERKY NIPPLES?
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