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| Jelena Korolenko; Anarch Brujah | |
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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 3. September 2013, 20:03 (1,562 Views) | |
| Jelena | Tuesday, 3. September 2013, 20:03 Post #1 |
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Anarch Mama Bear
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Player Handle: Jelena Name: Jelena Korolenko / Ellen Kingsley Age: 61 (born 23.08.1952) Place of birth: Lvov, Ukrainian Soviet Republic Age of embrace: 41 Clan: Brujah Sect: Anarch Species: Vampire Disciplines: Celerity, Potence, Presence Derangement: Appearance: Yelena is about 5'10" tall and possesses a more or less average frame. Not exactly overweight, but also not as wiry as she used to be when she was younger, weighing around 170 lb. Her blonde hair is mostly tied back into a ponytail to prevent it from obstructing her sight. Her raspy voice betrays her relationship to alcoholic beverages and smokes. While it is obvious quite quickly that she is missing most of her left hand's ring finger, her slender hands hint at her being a quite manual person, preferring to work with her hands. Although she doesn't especially look the part, she has learned how to fight her way out of trouble should she get into it. She has a penchant for the colour red, mostly wearing jeans, sneakers and red t-shirts, mostly simple ones without any pictures or messenges, but she also has some with different motives or simple slogans. Haven: A run down flat in a shoddy apartment bloc. History: "History, eh? Might not be as long as you expect, bey then, why not, got a light? Thought as much, I'll use my own then. So how I cam about here or the whole story? Whole story? Fair enough..." Yelena took a drag from the cigarette, blowing the smoke out through her nostrils. "I was born in Lvov, former Ukranian Soviet Republic pretty much 61 years ago. My dad had been a doctor in the red army during the second great patriotic war, my mom had been a nurse there. In fact, thats how they met I think, romantic, right ? Wasn't long until my brother Fedor came about, then me, then Irina some time after that. Got christened and everything, nice hm? Didn't do me much of a favour with the Soviets stance towards church, but hey, child can't speak up, so who cares, right? Or something like that, at least. Parents' job also meant we didn't see them much and mostly grew up at our great aunt's house. And what happens if you don't see your kids too often and still want to show them your appreciation? You overcompensate, of course. A lot. And thats what happened. They basically put everything into us, so we would have it 'better'. Obvious what that meant... Private tutoring. Of course not instead of regular school, but additionally. I guess that fucked my childhood up pretty much. No friends, seen as a geek by the others, as things like that run normally. And because I didn't really have much else to do, I bottled those issues up and went for the books. I guess I hoped I could simply make my head explode and be over with it. nah, didn't happen of course, bad luck for me. Secondary school was almost the same, even if I decided to get away some more from the books, being a blank slate and being able to work with that and all. My aunt supported that to a degree, guess she was afraid I wasn't girly enough and would end up without a suitor. I mentioned she was kind of old-fashioned? Well, guess I did now. In any case I tried to get more into socializing getting to the level of my peers. Well, too bad that was also the age period where booze and smokes get really interesting. Well, the good stuff, not the crap that passes for it nowadays. What matters is that I can't really recall more than a third of the stuff we did back then, and guessing from what I heard its for the better. My grades hit the floor back in those days, but I still had some kind of bonus from earlier and that also never really threatened my exams. OK, once, but thats another story entirely. Chaotic time, but funny as hell. I guess from what I still know. Anyway we graduated and were left with the big question of what we wanted to do with our lifes now. I decided to go into medicine. Knew most of it from when I was home once in a while, it was challenging and logical and it was a good opportunity to get away from home. Even if that meant spending some time in the Red Army after finishing uni. So I grabbed some friends, we decided it seemed a good enough idea at the time and so we went and signed up. Well, I had to learn a lot, suffered through some bad stuff and also had to sacrifice a lot, but that still beat the prospect of having to live in a very small apartment with an underpaid husband and at least six kids to barely get by, so I thought it was worth it, swallowed my objections and kept going. I think you figure what happened around the time I finished my degree and had finally gotten through training and all that... The army showed me that piece of paper with my signature on it and carted me off to Afghanistan in 1983. It's not like I don't appreciate the chance to learn by doing stuff, even under the most shitty circumstances known to man, basically performing caveman medicine there on people of all possible origings and backgrounds. Hell, I needed weeks to get used to that stuff without vomiting out my intestines, and I won't even mention how jumpy the constant danger of being blown up or getting shot made me at first. But I adapted, soon enough, I didn't mind, and from there, the way to not even caring wasn't too far. Perhaps I took a bit too much after the guys, but then, they were the ones getting into all the risks and getting none of the merit, it was one way to show appreciation, I guess... Were the only guys I could associate with after all, heard the locals didn't like women like me around. In any case I have seen enough shit going down there that its enough for three lives. Car bomb in '85 put me out of comission and I got sent back to the motherland to recuperate. Gave me a few scars and I almost lost the use of my legs. Losing a finger also kind of affected my work and it took some time until I was fit enough to go back into active service. I thought perhaps they might reassign me to some place better suited to help me get back to my former form. Perhaps not Siberia or Kamchatka, but the Black or Baltic Sea perhaps. Not as hot as the desert and a bit more quiet and remote. Well, luckily Mother Russia was more than willing to cater to my needs in spades, and I kind of got the Baltic Sea after all... Noted the emphasis on 'me'? My friends stayed a bit longer over there, some made it out alive, others didn't. Heard one had been institutionalized later, two others lived on the streets before overdosing on some stuff. Looking back, I guess they were the lucky ones, but then, I won't complain too much now. Would look kinda hypocritical. Anyway, next thing I know, I am shipped to some remote base in the middle of Northern Karelia near the finnish border. A place rightfully dubbed the ass of the world. So there I was, living in something just barely passing as a cramped and tiny flat, surrounded by ten dozen childish imbeciles I had to look after to make sure I would get my paycheck. Won't bother you with the details, I'll just say so much. You wouldn't believe how much you're willing to put up with or what you'd do to avoid being bored into insanity." She laughed and took another drag from the cigarette. "I learned much about liver damage through excessive drinking and STDs, I will say that. And had fun times trying to keep those drunk idiots from killing themselves by accident. Very interesting experience all in all, but nothing I liked to freeze my ass off for. Although the Soviet Union, may it roast in hell for several eternities to come, ended in 1990, I was of course still required to do my time up there until the agreed period of service was over. Great, huh? My thought exactly. So why am I not still up there watching reindeers repopulate the area? Simple, thats where my Sire came in. Started off with a bunch of animals getting sick from something in the vicinity. of course those backwater hicks had no proper vet, so who had to take care of that? Three guesses and the first two don't count. Right... me. So I'm doing standard military grade blood tests. On animals. Great stuff. When the symptoms started to show up on the base, people kind of panicked. Wonder how many deer, dogs and villagers have been shot at because the guards were nervous and trigger-happy. And when the first soldiers disappeared, all hell broke loose. We were able to contain the situation, but it was difficult. After the first dozen missing, it was my turn. So I woke up one night and had that woman standing in my room. Looking almost like one of those backwater hicks, just a bit more ragged and dirty. Tried to get her to cooperate, didn't even react to that. Just looking at me. So I decided to apprehend her myself. Shouldn't be too hard, I had seen my share of brawls after all. Well, wasn't enough. Surprised her, landed a few hits, still never had a real chance. She was too strong for me, too fast. Wasn't long until I felt like a mess of bruises and couldn't see anything. Bitch knocked me out cold with the next one I think, don't remember much of that. Next thing I know is me waing up in some sort of fox hole. All I find is that crude note saying stuff about the sun, something with children, blood and stuff like that. Didn't really look very sane to me, and also didn't really make sense back then. It does today, of course, but I couldn't know back then. Only helped figure out my Sire had almost no grasp of Russian. Damn Finns! So I was hungry and dug out of that hole to find some help, someone who was able to tell me where the hell I was and what had happened. I was pretty angry at that point and the hunger didn't make it better. After a while, I found someone, but when I was done with him, there was not much left to tell me about directions. It helped me figure out something was not right, however. Also made the note make more sense. I ran a few makeshift tests on myself and hid, preparing to leave that godforsaken waste of land. I finally just hitched a ride on a train coming down from Kola and used a box as a hideout to make it back down to civilization. After all, I figured, they'd look for me up there perhaps, not too long, but at some point even an idiot gets lucky once in a while. Not to mention the inevitable questions. So I got into the Baltic States and arranged for some kind of temporary shelter in Dagaupulis. Didn't take long for a bunch of primates to find me. Luckily, I knew how to deal with those types well enough, and they agreed to take me to their leader, some guy calling himself 'Baron'. The guys real name was Patefon, but almost no one used that name. Convincing him to not do some sorts of 'stuff' to me or just finish me off wasn't easy but I managed to do that and in the end, we had a deal. I looked after the guys that worked for him, he called them ghouls, and he'd protect me and help me not to get crushed by what he called the Ivory Tower. He liked to compare them to the party back in the Soviet Union, and from what I saw, that kind of fit. Did I mention I still don't like those bastards? Also had to have an eye out for his 'special transports' and make some arrangements with medical equipment. In turn he protected me. Against outsiders. Internally, my ass was fair game and I had to look after it myself, as groups like those tended to work. The guys fancied themselves some sort of gang, but it were really only a bunch of small town losers playing big criminals. After having my shitty home rearranged by guys who thought it was fun each time their bosses challenged the Baron, I decided to leave and fend for myself, perhaps look out some other place. I heard about a group of people calling themselves Anarchs who had made up some kind of Anarch Paradise in Los Angeles. So yeah, sounded good and I wasn't going to rot in some backwater nest anyway, so I went there to see what was up with that place. Getting to the States wasn't easy and cost me a lot of what I had gotten myself in Europe and finally there, it was not what I thought it would be. Same shit in green, if you like. Not necessarily a war zone, but enough weird freaks around to make that place interesting enough to warrant a second glance. That glance lasted about three years before I decided to leave that shithole and wander the earth. Kind of like that story, dunno if you know it, just with less symbolism and more just walking up and down places, seeing where the road took me. On the up side, that time did lots for my English, so not a complete waste of time and effort. Didn't make too many friends over there, quite the opposite, but it was a good reason to stay away from intoxicated people. Finally figured that stuff doesn't go well with me and left some nasty scenes in my tracks. So some time ago I decided that I had enough of the States and got aboard some ship in New York harbor. Something going to Europe, didn't know where it would go in particular, but I thought 'Why spoil the surprise?' Which is why I ended up in Bordeaux, or however you pronounce that place. Not the nicest place, so I passed through pretty quickly before taking a detour in this village at the coast. Calay or something. I mean, was a bit early to head straight home, wasn't too sure whether they'd pronounced me dead or just listed me as AWOL. One of the few things those suckers have a good memory with, so why hurry just to be taken into custody ? OK, might spice the 'lost daughter' thing up, but hey, I got all the time I want. Sooo I boarded that train through this tunnel and decided to see whats up in England." Notes: Notes: Yelena does not bother to hide her accent. Her native language is Ukranian, she is fluent in Russian and English and knows a few bits of Afghan and Finnish. |
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| Renard | Wednesday, 4. September 2013, 11:31 Post #2 |
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Master Chief
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Someone opened a can of Brujah somewhere ? And always those Anarchs... Ah, well... [APPROVED] Just don't break the city, OK ?^^ |
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| Jelena | Wednesday, 7. May 2014, 22:21 Post #3 |
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Anarch Mama Bear
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Disciplines: 4 levels of Potence 3 levels of Celerity 2 levels of Presence (Awe, Dread Gaze) |
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