Here we go, Siya as she was the first time around. I may tweak the history a little, if only by adding some of what happened last time, but I'll wait to see what is sticking etc. 

[b]Name:[/b] Nastasiya Pavlenko (Siya)
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Age:[/b] Apparent age 19, Actual Age 23
[b]Creature Type:[/b] Vampire
[b]Appearance:[/b]Tiny, petite, fragile, delicate, all these are good words for Siya. On a good day she is five feet tall, if she wears heels. Pale blond ringlet curls wreathe a face that seems sculpted by a master doll maker with lovely, even features and large bright blue eyes and a cupid’s bow of a mouth. She is well toned but feminine, a dancer’s body and a dancer’s grace to match. [hider=Image][img]http://i1082.photobucket.com/albums/j362/LillianThorne/Nastasiya_zpsd1e9b8f6.png[/img][/hider] 

[b]Skillset:[/b] She is learning detective skills at the side of her good friend and mentor Veti who works for the company and got her the gig. She is fluent in Ukrainian, Russian and several sister languages as well as English. She has also put her early physical training to good use in honing her stealth skills and is quite accomplished in the arts of B&E as well as hand to hand combat. Both skill sets are naturally enhanced by her race’s natural physical skills of which she is still learning largely on her own due to her natural prejudices. She also is growing quite adept in the use of fire-arms thanks again to her friend’s teachings and is frequently fond of taking the role of bait, using her physical appearance to disarm and distract so that others can do their work unimpeded. She is a creature of the modern world, something she frequently finds is lacking in the older agents and she prides herself on staying up on the latest technology as a further means to increase her value to the company. 

[b]Background:[/b] Her name means rebirth, chosen to honor Christ it wound up being horribly prophetic. Nastasiya was born in a tiny town called Berdychiv in Ukraine. Her mother, once a former dancer dreamed of leaving the tiny, dying town for the west and making it big as a dancer. Her dreams were bigger than her talent and in the end she wound up pregnant and married. Her dancing days were over but her dreams were not. She taught dance and helped supplement her husband’s pitiful wages and they scraped by. When Nastasiya showed an aptitude for dancing her mother’s dreams were rekindled and found a new home in the young girl. She pushed her daughter and drove her and for a little while it seemed like her dreams would come true. Nastasiya was given a scholarship to study dance at Boston University and intern with the famous Boston Ballet Company. Her mother was ecstatic and sent Nastasiya off to live her dreams. 

No one ever asked Nastasiya what her dreams were. She was a dutiful girl at first and she studied dance as she should, but began to add classes in other things as well, history, anthropology, and computers. She found she had a taste for technology something she had to catch up on coming from her backwater country. Then she began to go out dancing and drinking with her roommate, a liberal arts student of no real drive and dedication and found she had a taste for that as well. For the first time in her life Nastasiya was unsupervised and she loved it. Drinking, parties, boys and most important, Freedom. She was drunk on it and began to slip in her studies. 

Things would likely have ended badly for her regardless, but she never could have anticipated exactly how badly things would go. Abandoned by her roommate who had found a hook-up for the night, Siya took a drink from an attractive stranger with the loveliest eyes and they dance for a while and then he suggested they go out back behind the club. She was drunk, but she wasn’t stupid and yet somehow the suggestion sounded perfectly reasonable coming from him, especially when she looked into his eyes. He took her out back and the inevitable happened. Except that it wasn’t just a co-ed, he was a vampire. A young, stupid one who turned her in the course of drinking from her among other things. Just before she died she watched his head explode as he was shot, execution style. She lived long enough to see the pretty face of a tall redhead peering over her in anxious concern, a red-head with a very large gun. Then, Nastasiya died. 

When she rose again, in honor of her name, she was in the apartment of her savior and filled with a bloodlust like nothing she’d ever experienced. Somehow they made it through and in the process became good friends. Now Nastasyia lives on bottled blood, quick sips from lust and drink filled boys and hate. She loathes what she has become but is too pissed off at what was taken from her to face the sun. She finds her work interesting, enough to keep her going. 

Since she was only just beginning to find herself after leaving her mother’s tight control she is still largely unformed as a person. Currently she is trying out anger and rebellion but sometimes she forgets and her tractable, obedient self shows through.