PLAYER
[journal]
helikesitrough [Rarely use it, however]
[age] July 15, 1987 (24)
[previous characters] N/A
[character journal]
bipolar_bride CHARACTER
[series] Axis Powers Hetalia
[full name] Belarus: Natalia Arlovskaya
[age] 19
[gender] Female
[canon point] Modern day
[reference]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Hetalia:_Axis_Powers_characters#Ukraine_and_Belarus [personality]
If Natalia were a flower she would have a taste for flesh and posses acidic juices.
…What do you mean ‘That doesn’t sound pleasant’? She’s a lovely girl. Starting off, Natalia is highly abrasive, aggressive, and angry. That’s just the A’s. For the sake of sanity, which she lacks, the alphabet will not get the same amount of attention. There are many ways to say a person is unpleasant to the point of full-out redundancy. Nobody knows what turned Natalia into the sometimes frightening young woman she is today, however, she owns up to the intimidation her cool exterior projects. She is rather serious, Natalia. She doesn’t have time for humor, and when she does take the time to ‘joke’ it is often dry and mean-spirited. Slapstick is only good if it involves literal beating.
She is efficient and steadfast. Yes, she comes off as cruel, and she may even be that… As they say, there is always another side to a person. Natalia’s ‘other side’ is just overwhelmed by the reputation she has for being a little too familiar with that knife of hers.
When she trusts a person-however rare that is-she is fiercely loyal to them. Perhaps her brother wishes that she was a tad less determined in her affections. It started out with hero worship; he was strong and remains formidable, and what isn’t there to admire in that? Her dedication is so great that she has taken on more of his culture than her own traditions. Natalia craves a healthy amount of respect, but in the end it turns out to be notoriety. Under that tough shell is a girl that wants affection and acceptance, but like hell will she acknowledge this. In fact, suggesting that she need a hug will probably get you a knife to the gut. …She does not need a hug.
It does bother her though, privately… when people give her a wide berth. She is a woman with needs of companionship and she considers it a price of being who she is that she not receives it often. There’s a smattering of gratefulness, that her brother loves her enough to not want others taking her away from him; she could do with the perks of such protection though. Some call her sadistic, and well, she is. Even her brother gets the benefit of this character trait.
Natalia is shrewd and not above doing a few illegal things if it fits her needs. She isn’t hindered all that much by feelings of guilt… well, not that she shows. If the woman doesn’t feel guilt for making her brother feel uncomfortable (A fact that she is more than well aware of) with her advances, she isn’t going to feel bad for people of lesser relations. Guilt to her is one of those emotions that get in the way of her doing what needs to be done.
[orientation] She wants her brother in the worst way. Outside of him there really is no proof of her romantic interest in others. Nations have a curious habit of being pansexual, but in Natalia’s case it’s really up for grabs.
[appearance] N/A
[wish] Violent or not, Natalia wants her brother to love her. Romantically.
[requested house] Kagayaku House
[misc notes] Immortality. She ages quite slowly, or she’d be… well, dust? With the bracelet, it’s debatable how aging would happen or if it would be reversible.
SAMPLES
[Smut (and nothing but) Drabble]
She had very feminine hands. Soft, pale, and thin, they looked out of place curled around the throat of her client; a man who had come asking for punishment. He was a handsome man, surely. Wealthy as well from the attire she’d stripped off of him. Settling on his hips, Natalia put a bit more pressure on his neck, feeling his hardened arousal press neatly between her thighs. She amused him by rocking against him, fingers letting up enough so he didn’t pass out.
“This is the only way you are being aroused? Pathetic.” Her voice was a hiss, accusatory. “If you were a real man I wouldn’t be here sick to my stomach.”
She wasn’t sick to her stomach though, quite the contrary. She gained a sick rush from feeling him respond to her, how his pulse fluttered under her cool palm. Keeping one hand on his neck as a reminder of her dominance, she slipped her free hand into thick locks, fisting it as she forced her mouth on his. She wouldn’t give in until she tasted the copper-like tang on his lips.
[Network Post]
[When the camera turns on, she is as lacking of expression as ever, neatly wrapped in her kimono, straight hair pulled back into a bun. Perfectly at center in the picture.]
I am being punished. [There’s a flicker of irritation in her eyes before Natalia is seen folding her hands politely in her lap, mouth set into a firm line] He came here for a specific purpose, da? To be dominated.
It is not my fault that he got what he was asking for. Yet… here I am. Without amusement.
[Here is a quiet room, evening apparent in the background]
My client lost a lot of blood. Perhaps I was being a bit too enthused; he told me to inflict pain, not make patchwork of his back. He looked better in red though, he was pretty after. [And now her voice has gone from coolly even to clipped in anger] How am I supposed to get back in good graces for my blade to be returned? It is being necessary for those that are coming to me, nyet?
[A huff, barely leaning back-but it’s there]
I am guessing it isn’t with a kind smile?
[Which is good, because Natalia does not smile sweetly, or with anything close to kindness. She can be seen reaching forward, voice lowered to a murmur] I do not ask for help often, but I am in between a rock and a wall… [And with that mashup of quip, she ends this evening’s transaction]