~"You'd do well not to get on my bad side. It won't ever end well for you."~
Maryia Vladslavovna Vorobyova
☽Nicknames☾ Masha, Little Sparrow (only to very few)
☽Sexuality☾ Pansexual, polyamorous
☽Age 24 ||Apparent Age: Early 20s ☾
☽Race☾ Human. Second generation British, Russian parents. ☾
☽Appearance☾ Short (5') and slim (110lbs), with just the right amount of curve in her hips and chest. Long, black hair that stops just at the bottom of her bottom. Brown eyes so light they're golden, and often rather lifeless looking. She has a preference for dark, rich colored clothing. Skimpy sometimes, but mostly just anything she feels shows off her body. Or being nude, that's a preferred option, really. Quite a few piercings in her ears, a tattoo of a Sparrow on her right shoulder and a smokey looking cat around her left ankle and calf.
☽Personality☾ Masha has a really hard time forming stable relationship, especially ones that don’t benefit her in anyway. She’s narcissistic, egomaniacal, sadistic to an extreme taking almost pleasure from the pain that she inflicts on others. She has a tendency for minions, human mostly, but not always.
☽History☾ Third child of a well to do family, life was nice for her. She had everything she ever wanted handed to her as a child, but her father made sure that she had a good sense of numbers as well. Her mother passed when she was five, her middle brother when she was a little under a year, leaving her to be raised by her father, though mostly her older brother. The two of them were very close, her brother being more of a parent to her than their father.
Because of his lack of interest in really raising either of his children, they were left to do whatever they wanted. As long as it didn't interfere with his business, he didn't care. So indulging in the dark and lavish and often illegal was something that she embraced wholly.
By the time she was eighteen she was already on her way to be deeply in trenches in her addictions added mostly by her father's money. But that didn't stop her from earning her own either through a wide variety of avenues. Clothing boutiques, stock investments, realty, entertainment, etc. But the ease of it all couldn't last forever and things that she's not even fully certain of have caused her to be ousted from her home and into the wider world on her own for the first time.
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Mental ☆ She has a head for numbers, very sound business minded. Her interest in math is passing at best, but that doesn't mean she isn't good at it. She's very good at taking a little money and making it a lot of money. ☆ Physical ☆
Magical/Technological ☆ Shapeshifting: Can transform her hands into claws, and a little unpractical, give herself pointy, slightly furry ears.
Rebeca smirked a little triumphantly when Estella mostly agreed with her. And she did so well enough to favor her father as well. She was a smart girl, even if she probably wasn’t excited about being brought into a ‘family’ argument. But the family part was only coincidence, if she was not family, she’d treat him just the same.
Will huffed and rolled his eyes a little bit. “Fine, I’ll look into Rebeca,” he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “But you take all responsibility for its upkeep. Yes?”
“That’s all I wanted you to do,” she said with a self satisfied smile. “Do you not trust Frederick to handle maintenance?” When he rolled his eyes again she laughed. “Good. Then maybe we should hire someone else?”
“I dunno Becs,” he said as he stood up, looking towards the door. “Probably should go check on how the part replacement is going…” He looked back to Estella and gave her a little smile. “Thank you, by the way, for your insight.”
Helena proceed cautiously down the darkened corridor. She gripped a blade tightly in one hand while she listened to the sounds of footsteps ahead of her in the dark. There was the running of their suspicious friend, and the heavy sound of Annabeth’s just behind his with Collette somewhere in between. Her and Athalus brought up the rear of the group, but even then, she knew they had to pick up their pace or their friends might end up in piles of lumpy goo or something like that. And she was not at all interested in the idea of that happening to Annabeth. Her being dead made it very difficult to talk with her after all.
When she came into the more open space, it was just as the body of their fellow student was tossed aside like a dolly, blood following its arc across the room. “Well, shit,” she mumbled, as she took a step back, hopefully not to bump into Althalus behind her. “This...this is going to be awful.”
Taking a deep breath she resolved herself to going in and helping. “though maybe with an actual plan this time,” she said aloud without the rest of her thoughts attached.