Post by marla on Sept 21, 2008 5:52:55 GMT -1
Character Name:
Marla Sidelnikov
Species:
Human - Necromancer/Witch
Age, Gender:
24, Female
Description:
Marla is short, but has the appearance of being tall with her slender body and lengthly legs. Her large, brown eyes and plump lips highlight her oval face, aswell as her strong jaw. Her skin is a slight tan colour, but appears to be pale depending on the lighting of the room she is in. Her hair is short and brown, with unruly and wild curls. She usually keeps her bangs back and doesn't care too much about make-up or her appearance, wearing thrift shop clothes, or sometimes hardly wearing clothes at all.
Personality:
Marla has a normal, yet peculiar personality with a bad habbit of smoking. She is different from other people, but not in the sense of good vs. evil. Her stand is balanced and she takes in as much darkness in her soul as she does light. Being a witch, she knows of the supernatural world and often lies as a balance between them and the real world. She spends her time creating more spells and working on her witchcraft, be it white or black magic. Marla is a strong, dignified, and open-minded person. She prefers cold, dreary weather to sunny, warm weather. Her mood is best on a full mood when her spirits are up and magic is more likely to be powerful. Raising the dead is a hobby of hers. She likes to learn about the past, a historian, so she raises the dead to learn more. The oldest zombie she had ever risen was from Ancient Greece, a philosopher, but he had been dead so long that he had no recollection of anything and she couldn't learn from him.
History:
Marla Sidelnikov does not have an exciting past. She was born as a one-nightstand to a woman with pschic abilities and a random guy in Moscow, Russia. After she was born, she was immediately put up for adoption. Marla wasn't adopted until the age of five and has no recollection of living in an orphanage, though she knows she was adopted. Her adopted parents kept the name the mother had put on a note for the orphanage to be respectful of the parents wishes. Growing up with her adopted parents had been pleasant and normal. She went to boarding school in London every year since her parents were rich, but she hated leaving Russia. Eventually when she got older, she moved to london and left Russia behind for good. It wasn't until she was 18 that she realized she had magical abilities. A few girls at her university were practicing witchcraft and had told her about it. Marla became interested and tried it out with them. It wasn't until she joined the coven that their magic flared and Marla started to get serious about it. When Marla raised her first zombie by accident, her friends backed out of the coven afraid. Marla stayed in London, practicing her ever-growng magic, and that was all to her life. Eventually, she started to believe that there had to be a supernatural world hidden somewhere. Marla was, and still is, searching for answers and trying to find someone from the other realms, though she has never encoutered any preternatural beings personally.
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses
Having been brought up in an English boarding school, she has learned the art of fencing and swordfighting. Her magic is strong, but she uses mostly healing spells and rituals. Her power is strengthed by flesh (sex) and blood. She has the power of raising and controlling (to some extent) zombies. Black magic is rarely used, but she does have the ability to do so.
Family/Ties:
Adopted mother - Dahlia Darcy (English)
Adopted father - Comrad Darcy (English)
Biological mother - first name unknown. Sidelnikov (Russian)
Biological father - unknown
Adopted older brother - Ronald Darcy
RP Sample:
Marla walked through the long, dark hallway with slight interest. Her delicate hand traced along the wall, nails tattering against the rough tile, and a smile widened upn her lips and brightened her face. Her dark hair was tied and knotted on the top of her head to hold the bangs out of her eyes, the usual style, and it frightened the large cat as she walked by. The cat hissed at her and ran off further down the hallway, glancing back every now and then. Marla's smile only grew, though the edges of her lips almost faltered when they saw a shadow growing in front of her. She turned around to see who was following her, then frowned when no one was there. This night was peculiar. Another night at the morge had made things seem darker, made her feel more nervous and paranoid. Marla turned a corner and started to hum random showtunes to herself, fingers intertwined behind her back and no longer running along the wall. A loud clicking noise sounded behind her, and she turned more forcefully this time, hands releasing from eachother in case she needed to use a charm or potion. Nothing. There was no one there, so she turned once again to face large, hospital double doors. She pushed through them with ease and without a sound, and tiptoed into the room. The room was colder in there than it had been anywhere else since it was where they preserved dead bodies. She couldn't very well raise the dead here, since she had to perform a ritual that included them being buried. Though, there was a way, she just hadn't learned it yet. Marla only wanted to see who had died this week and who would be interesting to speak with. This week, she wanted someone fresh that had a terrible accident. She wanted to know if they had been to Heaven or Hell. Whenever she raised someone from the dead, it was as if they all had this secret that they would never tell. hey would never say what happened to them after they died, as if they literally didn't have the power to say it. With a fresh body, maybe they didn't know the rule yet and she could pry it out of them. And with a terrible death, she could ask them if dieing was painful. It wasn't that Marla was frightened of life after death, she only wished to learn. Marla checked the names on the freezer doors. Did she want a male or female? She wasn't sure. Reading the names, she found one that looked interesting. Taillte MacDougal. Irish, or Scottish? Marla grinned and opened the freezer. The dead body was stiff and naked, with only a simple sheet to cover them. Marla pullled back the sheet, and it gave a wet sticky sound. She cringed as the metallic scent of blood filled her nostrils, and her power flared with akcknowledgement.
Pictures:
Marla Sidelnikov
Species:
Human - Necromancer/Witch
Age, Gender:
24, Female
Description:
Marla is short, but has the appearance of being tall with her slender body and lengthly legs. Her large, brown eyes and plump lips highlight her oval face, aswell as her strong jaw. Her skin is a slight tan colour, but appears to be pale depending on the lighting of the room she is in. Her hair is short and brown, with unruly and wild curls. She usually keeps her bangs back and doesn't care too much about make-up or her appearance, wearing thrift shop clothes, or sometimes hardly wearing clothes at all.
Personality:
Marla has a normal, yet peculiar personality with a bad habbit of smoking. She is different from other people, but not in the sense of good vs. evil. Her stand is balanced and she takes in as much darkness in her soul as she does light. Being a witch, she knows of the supernatural world and often lies as a balance between them and the real world. She spends her time creating more spells and working on her witchcraft, be it white or black magic. Marla is a strong, dignified, and open-minded person. She prefers cold, dreary weather to sunny, warm weather. Her mood is best on a full mood when her spirits are up and magic is more likely to be powerful. Raising the dead is a hobby of hers. She likes to learn about the past, a historian, so she raises the dead to learn more. The oldest zombie she had ever risen was from Ancient Greece, a philosopher, but he had been dead so long that he had no recollection of anything and she couldn't learn from him.
History:
Marla Sidelnikov does not have an exciting past. She was born as a one-nightstand to a woman with pschic abilities and a random guy in Moscow, Russia. After she was born, she was immediately put up for adoption. Marla wasn't adopted until the age of five and has no recollection of living in an orphanage, though she knows she was adopted. Her adopted parents kept the name the mother had put on a note for the orphanage to be respectful of the parents wishes. Growing up with her adopted parents had been pleasant and normal. She went to boarding school in London every year since her parents were rich, but she hated leaving Russia. Eventually when she got older, she moved to london and left Russia behind for good. It wasn't until she was 18 that she realized she had magical abilities. A few girls at her university were practicing witchcraft and had told her about it. Marla became interested and tried it out with them. It wasn't until she joined the coven that their magic flared and Marla started to get serious about it. When Marla raised her first zombie by accident, her friends backed out of the coven afraid. Marla stayed in London, practicing her ever-growng magic, and that was all to her life. Eventually, she started to believe that there had to be a supernatural world hidden somewhere. Marla was, and still is, searching for answers and trying to find someone from the other realms, though she has never encoutered any preternatural beings personally.
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses
Having been brought up in an English boarding school, she has learned the art of fencing and swordfighting. Her magic is strong, but she uses mostly healing spells and rituals. Her power is strengthed by flesh (sex) and blood. She has the power of raising and controlling (to some extent) zombies. Black magic is rarely used, but she does have the ability to do so.
Family/Ties:
Adopted mother - Dahlia Darcy (English)
Adopted father - Comrad Darcy (English)
Biological mother - first name unknown. Sidelnikov (Russian)
Biological father - unknown
Adopted older brother - Ronald Darcy
RP Sample:
Marla walked through the long, dark hallway with slight interest. Her delicate hand traced along the wall, nails tattering against the rough tile, and a smile widened upn her lips and brightened her face. Her dark hair was tied and knotted on the top of her head to hold the bangs out of her eyes, the usual style, and it frightened the large cat as she walked by. The cat hissed at her and ran off further down the hallway, glancing back every now and then. Marla's smile only grew, though the edges of her lips almost faltered when they saw a shadow growing in front of her. She turned around to see who was following her, then frowned when no one was there. This night was peculiar. Another night at the morge had made things seem darker, made her feel more nervous and paranoid. Marla turned a corner and started to hum random showtunes to herself, fingers intertwined behind her back and no longer running along the wall. A loud clicking noise sounded behind her, and she turned more forcefully this time, hands releasing from eachother in case she needed to use a charm or potion. Nothing. There was no one there, so she turned once again to face large, hospital double doors. She pushed through them with ease and without a sound, and tiptoed into the room. The room was colder in there than it had been anywhere else since it was where they preserved dead bodies. She couldn't very well raise the dead here, since she had to perform a ritual that included them being buried. Though, there was a way, she just hadn't learned it yet. Marla only wanted to see who had died this week and who would be interesting to speak with. This week, she wanted someone fresh that had a terrible accident. She wanted to know if they had been to Heaven or Hell. Whenever she raised someone from the dead, it was as if they all had this secret that they would never tell. hey would never say what happened to them after they died, as if they literally didn't have the power to say it. With a fresh body, maybe they didn't know the rule yet and she could pry it out of them. And with a terrible death, she could ask them if dieing was painful. It wasn't that Marla was frightened of life after death, she only wished to learn. Marla checked the names on the freezer doors. Did she want a male or female? She wasn't sure. Reading the names, she found one that looked interesting. Taillte MacDougal. Irish, or Scottish? Marla grinned and opened the freezer. The dead body was stiff and naked, with only a simple sheet to cover them. Marla pullled back the sheet, and it gave a wet sticky sound. She cringed as the metallic scent of blood filled her nostrils, and her power flared with akcknowledgement.
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