ZAMOLDCHIKOVA, vera czarina. [done]

[VERA CZARINA ZAMOLDHICKOVA]

VERA CZARINA ZAMOLDCHIKOVA !



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FULL NAME; Vera Czarina Zamoldchikova.
NICKNAMES; Vera. Just Vera.
AGE; seventeen.
GENDER; female.
SEXUALITY; Bi-sexual.
MEMBER GROUP; Elf.
POSITION; leader.
FACE CLAIM; Abbey Lee Kershaw.

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LIKES; Reading, painting, dancing, smoking, sunsets, the moon, stars, the night, horror films, the color black.
DISLIKES; bright colors, too much sunlight, animal cruelty, hard core drug addicts (eg: coke heads, heroine addicts, etc. not natural-she doesn't like it), stuck up bitches, narrow minded people, death wall (for mosh pits) pretty pop music, sunrises, chocolate.
POSITIVE TRAITS; mysterious, patient, quiet, intelligent, open minded.
NEGATIVE TRAITS; blunt, brutally honest, cold, strange, rude.
GOALS; to not seem like a dark elf, to go back home to Russia.

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HOMETOWN; Moscow, Russia.
PARENTS; Dmetri Zamoldchikova & Gina Zamoldchikova.
SIBLINGS; n/a
OTHER FAMILY; Ivan Zamoldchikova - grandfather.
HISTORY; When she was born, it was practically the end of the world.

You see, the birth of Vera brought on a large change in the elven 'clans' of northern Asia and Europe. The great elven clan of Russia; dark, mysterious, brutal, cruel; had only one son and that son just so happened to court the youngest daughter, out of twelve, of the light, beautiful, merciful, and kind clan of England. It was far from the right thing to do, since the two clans had been at war for centuries. So with their courtship came, exactly six months later, little Vera Czarina Zamoldchikova. She was supposed to signify the revolution of change within the two clans. She was the first in their recorded history to be born of a light and dark elf. Normally, children had both light or both dark but Vera was different and from the start, it showed.

Born in the private manor of the Zamoldchikova family in Russia, Vera had a medium hair tone, a mixture of her mother's very fair blond hair and her father's jet black. It was a chestnut brown, leaning more toward her father's darker locks. Her eyes matched those of both her parents; a bright blue the color of the eternal sky. Growing up, she was kept away from most of her own kind, being raised within the large palace that was their home. It was a large home, with more than one building designating the servants' quarters, the guest house, and their own grand house in the center of it all. She had tons of garden mazes to play in, groves to hide and disappear from the world. But the peace between the two clans could only last for so long. On Vera's eleventh birthday, her mother was killed by one of her sisters who came to visit. Immediately, the sister was executed by the Zamoldchikova family, angry and outraged at such treachery.

The reasons behind her mother's death would forever remain a mystery to her. No matter how much she wanted to know why her aunt ever committed such an act. Because of her death, the clans were at war again and Vera was stuck in the middle. Despite her grandfather wanting her to take up the position as head of the dark ones, he sent her to the light side in hopes she could maybe convince them to put an end to this war, make her their leader, and bring peace once again. That did not go as plan. Immediately, Vera was taught how to be 'good' and 'sweet' and 'wonderfully pleasant' and in turn, the little girl, by the age of thirteen, was smoking, sneaking out, trying to see the world for how it was. She wanted to meet new people-not just be stuck with her own kind-and slowly but surely, it became obvious that she wasn't much like her beautiful mother. She got piercings, tattoos, all of which were against their strong moral codes and traditions.

It was around the age of fifteen that she met Trixie, a pure bred light elf who was beautiful and elegant, everything Vera was suppose to be but couldn't. She had the bleach blond hair, was short and almost pixie like, and Vera was leggy, eclectic, and above all else...with dull brown hair. The two became quick friends and slowly but surely, fell for each other. Another moral code broken and the light elves, those even related to her, put Trixie to death for treason and corruption. Desperate to escape her life in England that was filled with unicorns and rainbows tainted with rotting flesh, she managed to convince one of her elders to send her to the school. Wanting to start over, she chopped off her brown hair and dyed it to match Trixie's, hoping maybe no one would suspect she was dying to disappear into the darkness rather than walk through the light and lead them-as her grandfather so desperately wanted.

She had been attending the school for three months, easily becoming the leader of the elves upon arriving with her quiet yet cold demeanor, making her way to the top of the food pyramid, where she belonged.

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ALIAS; vera.
GENDER; female.
TIME ZONE; eastern usa.
CONTACT; pm for aim and msn
EXPERIENCE; literate-advanced (ten years)
RPING SAMPLE;

He was a great photographer. Hands down, Jet really was absolutely fantastic at his job. He knew how to use the correct lighting, the right lens, shutter speed, film, coloring, setting, subjects, accessories. His only problem was that he wasn't gay like the other millions of photographers who were just like him and were absolutely famous and ridiculously rich because of it. Jet was different.

He spent four years in an art institute, cheap of course, in Italy for his photography degree which was only a bachelors. He then spent an entire year kissing ass as an assistant. Lastly, he finally got the position he wanted even if he was starting at just above minimum wage. But he was great at saving money and he valued his old things like his first car that used to belong to his father. It was gorgeous. Candy red, recent model, Italian brand of course, and a convertible. He adored his sports car but he didn't adore it as much as he adored the number one person in his life who he would give his own life to save if ever given the option: Lisa Marie. His two year old daughter.

In the divorce, his ex wife managed to get that candy red sports car that was his eighteenth birthday present. She got all the money in the savings account which was enough for him to be considered a millionaire. She got their apartment in London and everything in it. She managed to turn the friends they shared on him so she got that too. She got his freelance photography shop in London which was why he had to eventually spend an entire year as an assistant in order to get a decent job and feed Lisa Marie. She got the clothes off his back. Lastly, she even got half his heart in the process, tearing it apart with every single word that came out of her disgusting mouth and making him, for the longest time, hate himself for being a prick and not trying to work things out. But the one thing she didn't get was their daughter...Because she didn't want her.

And it was why Jet adored Lisa Marie, well, another reason out of the many. Despite having her mother's long, tossled blond hair, perpetual sun kissed skin, and bright blue eyes that both she and Jet shared, she was nothing like her mother. Maybe her appetite, though. She was sitting in the dark room on a blanket on the floor next to him, dipping apples into sweet and sour sauce from some Chinese store and eating it, completely content with her location. She would occasionally look up at Jet who was diligently working on the pictures from yesterday's shoot and then hiccup take a sip from her chocolate milk. She was in her ballerina outfit, a pastel pink tutu that was red in the lighting of the room and she had her loose curls in a neatly fashioned bun, her bangs thick and flopping onto her forehead so they were just above those large eyes of her's.

In two years, he was absolutely exhausted. It was difficult being a single parent...even harder as a single father. It was enough to get criticism from females who thought it was wrong for just a father to raise his daughter but he got it from males too who either thought he was gay or pathetic for not giving her up to her mother. But what did they know? They didn't know him. They didn't know he hadn't had any sexual contact with any woman since his divorce, that every time he saw a leggy blond walking down the street with his ex wife's ridiculous curves, he would feel a sliver of hope rise within him that the blond would turn around and it would be her, that he knew as much as Lisa Marie made him happy, he was absolutely pathetic while on his own.

As the far door opened, Lisa Marie seemed to glance over curiously and a a tad bit on the lazy side, rubbing one eyes with her tiny fists. He glanced at the door to see who it was before looking down at her, knowing her nap time was coming up in a little bit which meant it was time to stop working and go the hell home, "Ciao," she greeted them in her fluent Italian as a yawn escaped her and she slightly waved to them, returning to her concoction of sliced apples and Sweet and Sour sauce before her.

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