[hider=Tatiana Carrington] [center][color=a187be][h1][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Tatiana%20Carrington&name=Arizonia-Regular.ttf&size=100&style_color=a187be[/img][/h1][/color] [img]http://img11.deviantart.net/9c90/i/2009/334/e/9/fire__by_mumbojumbo89.jpg[/img] [i]"I beg you take courage; the brave soul can mend even disaster." [b]-Catherine The Great[/b][/i][/center] [hr][hr] [color=a187be][b][u]Name[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Tatiana Lobov Korvo Carrington[/indent] [color=a187be][b][u]Nickname[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Solovey - It means nightingale in Russian, was given to her as a small child by a local poet. She adores the nickname.[/indent] [color=a187be][b][u]Age[/u][/b][/color] [indent]30[/indent] [color=a187be][b][u]Gender[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Female[/indent] [color=a187be][b][u]Occupation[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Tattoo Artist[/indent] [color=a187be][b][u]Residence[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Apartment Above Tattoo Parlor in the Bronx[/indent] [color=a187be][b][u]Sexual Orientation[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Bisexual[/indent] [color=a187be][b][u]Relationship Status[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Technically single but that isn't what she tells her parents.[/indent] [color=a187be][b][u]Appearance[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Tatiana stands at around 5’4” in height and is beyond thin, seemingly undernourished in her appearance at times even though she is very athletic and strong for her size. Her pale skin seems to bring out the lines of bones and the brightness of her emerald eyes. She has naturally brown hair but she keeps it either bleached blonde or dyed vibrant red. The cut of her hair varies, one year it may be down her back, the next she will show up with it all cut off in a pixie cut. One never knows. Currently it is just passed her shoulders, layered and crimson in color. Tatiana tends to wear an odd cross of 50’s rocker and bohemian. Worn jeans, spike heeled boots, corsets one minute; the next she will be in a flowing skirt you would think a flower child of the 70’s would wear with far too many layers of tank tops and t-shirts over it. Whatever strikes her fancy at the moment. With the colder weather she will usually be seen loose sweaters with wide open neck lines, soft leggings and the ugliest uggs she can get ahold of, as well as a fur lined trapper hat. For a tattoo artist one may think she is covered head to toe in ink but she only has one piece to date but it is a large piece that took years to have completed. Spanning the width of her shoulders is a single nightingale that is flying over a decaying city; the tattoo itself looks like it would be seen on an ink blot test.[/indent] [hr][hr][center] [img]http://t11.deviantart.net/FVYkxbkRJMAY81CmhBHBZDeqmxs=/300x200/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre10/7d59/th/pre/i/2015/047/5/7/veil_by_fae_photography-d8i891k.jpg[/img] [i]"I may be a Korvo but I am still a Carrington!"[/i][/center] [hr][hr] [color=a187be][b][u]Personality[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Tatiana can be a very quiet individual much of the time and can come off as shy to those that don’t know her but when push comes to shove she is usually the first to snap on someone and give a very boisterous opinion that can tend to create a scene. Too much pain from her childhood has caused to her be very protective about those she cares about, always afraid she is about to lose someone else in her life. This side of her usually comes out when she sees someone she cares about being put down or judged. She is very guarded of her heart and her past, not wanting to open up about either of them because of what she witnessed as a child before she was adopted by the Carringtons. That is unless she fully trusts someone, which is a rarity in and of itself. She has only told the full story to her younger sibling Marisol and that was only recently. Much of the time she will feign not understanding the English language, even though she has mastered the language, just to avoid having to deal with people if she feels like it. It is a defense mechanism she developed when dealing with her adopted parents if she felt like the discussion was getting no where. It rarely worked, the Carringtons knowing how driven the child was to succeed, and usually ended up in a full Prima blow up and a chair flying through a window. Tatiana has never dealt with the loss of her birth parents and this leads her to have unusual mood swings. One minute she will be in a full tantrum, the next completely understanding and loving, the next as cold as her adopted mother. One never knows.[/indent] [color=a187be][b][u]Likes[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*] Nightingales [*] Coffee [*] Symphonic Metal [*] Traveling [*] B-Rated Movies [*] Cheesy Romance Novels [*] Rorschach Inspired Art [*] Tattoos [*] Ballet [*] Smoking[/list][/indent] [color=a187be][b][u]Dislikes[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*] Drunks [*] Running into Ex's [*] Judgemental People [*] Losing Inspiration [*] Being Interrupted [*] Know-It-Alls [*] Vodka[/list][/indent] [color=a187be][b][u]Strengths[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*] Creative [*] Protective [*] Loving[/list][/indent] [color=a187be][b][u]Weaknesses[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*] Moody [*] Boisterous [*] Guarded[/list][/indent] [color=a187be][b][u]Fears[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*] Wolves [*] Losing a sibling [*] Being Forgotten[/list][/indent] [hr][hr] [center][img]http://orig04.deviantart.net/97fd/f/2013/141/2/9/img_9465bsmall_by_fae_photography-d6621t1.jpg[/img] [i]"Ballet is in the heart, it is my blood."[/i][/center] [hr][hr] [color=a187be][b][u]History[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Tatiana was born in Dushanbe, Tajikistan during the fall of the U.S.S.R. as part of the Ethnic Russian Minority. Life was hard economically during her formative years but her parents managed to work out a deal with a former ballerina to teach their daughter ballet in exchange for room and board. This worked out well until the Tajikistani Civil War broke out in 1992. The family fled the city and headed south in hopes of getting away from the turmoil but it was all for naught. Shortly after reaching Qurghonteppa during the height of hostilities Tatiana witnessed the death of both her parents in a gruesome mass killing. Being of Ethnic Russian decent she was quickly ushered to an orphanage in Russia instead of Afghanistan. This is where the Carringtons found her a couple of years later and adopted her at the age of ten. Tatiana was thrust into the life of a Carrington quickly; tutors to learn English and catch her up in her studies, an elite private school, art and ballet classes. Life was nothing that she had ever known; wealth, stature, siblings. All things she had never had but she had lost something great. Two loving adoring parents who were replaced by the Carringtons. Tatiana turned to her new siblings as family, quickly growing to love each of them in their own way. Life seemed on the surface pristine until the night before her debut when she was seventeen; she was dropped during a lift. Shattered ribs, a broken femur and a concussion later she awoke in the hospital. Her debut was over and it would take, in the life of a ballerina, forever to be back on her "toes." This coupled with the already high tensions of the Carrington home lead to a fall out after her high school graduation. Tatiana packed up and moved out that night; never looking back and heading straight into the streets of New York City. Tatiana found work as a receptionist for tattoo parlor and teaching ballet part-time. She was admitted into Manhattan College in 2004 and went part-time while working. During this time she continued to teach ballet and worked her way up at the tattoo parlor under an apprenticeship to become a full fledged tattoo artist. She graduated in 2010 with a Bachelors Degree Fine Arts and minoring in Russian. This was a hard process and kept Tatiana poor over the years but being able to work with other ballerinas in the program helped push Tatiana back into the dance studio. After graduation she focused more on teaching and dancing than tattooing but kept working in the shop to keep up the thin veil that tattooing was her profession for appearance sake; not wanting anyone in her family to know they she was still in the ballet world. Currently she lives above the tattoo parlor that she has worked at for more than a decade but spends most of her time either teaching ballet, focusing on finding students in the Russian side of the city where she can use her background as a foot in the door, or training herself. She has been working in secret for sometime towards a goal, something she was not going to tell her family about until afterwards but with this reunion, perhaps it is time for her to finally come clean.[/indent] [color=a187be][b][u]Education[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Bachelors Degree in Fine Arts from Manhattan College [/indent] [color=a187be][b][u]Favorite memory[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Tatainas most treasured memory happened long before she became a Carrington. It was before the fall of the U.S.S.R. when her father took her to see her first ballet. She fell in love with the dance when her eyes fell onto the Prima.[/indent] [color=a187be][b][u]Least favorite memory[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Watching her parents die, it is something she refuses to speak about but it still haunts her dreams from time to time.[/indent] [color=a187be][b][u]A Memory - The Last Dance[/u][/b][/color] [hider= Fall From Grace] [indent] [center][img]http://lovelace-media.imgix.net/uploads/843/ab51cc60-7b68-0133-9f0c-0af7184f89fb.gif?[/img][/center] [center][youtube]http://youtu.be/v4_R0C_SlkY[/youtube][/center] Dress rehearsals; the hour was growing late and the company was already tired. A small break had been called so that the lighting technician could make some final adjustments; Sergei, the artistic director, was bellowing that there needed to be more cyan during the final lift as not to "make Tati look like death." He had been screaming at everyone the last few days but that was his way and he was always his most volatile the night before opening. Tomorrow he would present Tatiana in the role that was to elevate her to the status of the principle ballerina for his company. "She will be Prima!" Sergei exclaimed with grand enthusiasm to Reginald and Cassiopeia the day he met with them to discuss the ballet he wanted to commission. Checks where written to help fund the monumental undertaking, assurances were made, investments would be returned ten times over and the little [i]solovey[/i] would become the next Prima. Tatiana had never been more excited in her life than the moment when she was told, this is what she had dreamed of ever since she saw Nina Ananiashvili as Giselle. She had leapt up from her place at the dinner table, knocking the edge of her soup bowl over and spilling its contents. She rushed to Reginald and Cassiopeia, hugging each of them tightly and exclaiming over and over again that she would not let them down. It was one of the few moments she had ever shown true adoration and affection towards either of her adoptive parents; dashing off before they could even respond. That night had been nearly a year before and tomorrow she would take stage. The ballet that had been commissioned was exquisite in every sense of the word. The music was hauntingly majestic, the dances were astonishing, the acts were moving. The ballet was an ethereal combination of classical Russian techniques and modern interpretation. It was a perfect mirror for Tatiana; part old world, part new. Beautiful grace and sharp strength. Part Korvo, part Carrington. Several in the company had slipped out to have a cigarette but not Tatiana. She had yet to take up the habit and instead sat on the floor back stage. Her legs stretched out before her, toes at pointe; her head resting on her knees as she became lost in thought of what this journey had meant to her and what tomorrow's destination would bring. Tomorrow she would be Prima. She was nervous but not because of the stage; her parents had sworn they would be there tomorrow to watch. As far as Tatiana knew, they had never been to a single performance. Tomorrow she would prove herself to them; she would prove they had chosen right when they adopted her. Damn the rest of the world, the only opinions that mattered was the looks she hoped to earn from Reginald and Cassiopeia. She would prove she was worthy of the name Carrington. "Back to vork!" Sergei bellowed as the lighting technician finally found the hue setting the artistic director had been demanding. Tatiana snapped out of her thoughts and quickly stood, hustling over to center stage. Clarence, her partner, rushing up beside her. "You're vet and you stink," Tatiana remarked as she gave the man a look of disgust. "Like ash tray." "Get over it Tati," Clarence said with a grimace. "Shut the fuck up you two, now.. Take from final bourree through the grand pas de deux. Clarence, keep your damn back straight, you're lifting an angel from hell to heaven. Show some fucking pride. Tati, my solovey, head high. I want you facing that audience as if you've just conquered the vorld!" Sergei yelled, balling his fist and thrusting it into the air. Tatiana nodded and took fifth position; a sharp exhale of breath passing between her lips as she cracked her fingers, awaiting for the music to start. This was the last rehearsal, the last chance to get this right. Tomorrow there would be no time for correction, it would be too late. She needed to nail this now. The music started so softly, a gentle pull of bow over strings. Tatiana look to motion, Clarence ever at her side. She moved with innocent sensuality and determined strength through each arabesque, every plie and demi-plie were focused; her lines long and graceful. The music building, the dance speeding along. The final act; a battles apex as the music came to its zenith. Now was the time for her to rise above the chaos. Tatiana locked her mind into the memory of the day Reginald and Cassiopeia had adopted her. Lifting her out of the rat infested squalor that was the orphanage she had survived in since shortly after her birth parents had been slaughtered and into the light and life high above that was the world of the Carringtons. This single memory fueling the crescendo to the pinnacle of the performance. The hand of Clarence came to her tiny waist, her hand fell to his broad shoulder. A stop, a split second pause as their eyes locked; a nod of acceptance as she placed her life in his hands. This was a moment of complete trust before he hoisted her with a single hand and motion into the air; back straight, the look on his face full of pride as his elbow locked and he held the wee nightingale in the air. Tatiana curled her body to eighth on her side, feet at pointe, legs high above her head; her arms out at a graceful second position, looking at if she was taking flight. Her cheek brushed against Clarence's lightly as it was supposed to before lifting it victoriously towards where the audience would be the following night. Perfection. Then she felt it, a slight jostle and then the serenity of the moment was broken. She could feel his knees buckle, the lock on his elbow break free; Tatiana flew from his grasp in a way she never expected and the world's rotation seemed to slow. She could do nothing as she watched the stage approach. The ballerina fell from grace and crashed into the side of the stage. Her ribs hitting the edge, body rolling and bouncing into first row of chairs; her head slamming against the arm of one. The world went black.[/indent] [hr][hr] Three days had passed before Taitana opened her eyes to white walls lined with balloons, flowers, stuffed animals and get well cards. She was only awake a moment before she fell back into unconsciousness, thinking her parents were there but when she awoke again later that day she was alone. Had they ever been there? No, they couldn't have been, she must have imagined it, they'd never visit a failure. Looking around she saw the lines of iv's in her arm, noting the cast on her leg, the wrappings around her chest and head. She sat there frozen when the doctor came in, unable to move or even blink. Three shattered ribs, a broken femur, and a concussion. The doctor kept telling her she would dance again but it would be at least a year before she could go back into the studio to even try. News spread quickly, her understudy had taken her role; the show had gone on without her. A year to heal, another two or three minimal to rehabilitate; a lifetime in the short life of a ballerina. What was she to do now? Ballet had been her life, her blood, her one ticket to prove she was truly worthy of the name Carrington. Now it was all gone in an instant. A small splash of water on stage thanks to those who went outside in the rain had caused her fall from grace. War had taken her parents and she could do nothing but watch as they were slaughtered. Now the chance to be a Prima and to prove herself a true Carrington, this too, had been taken from her and all she could do was watch. Despair and desperation set in quickly and it would be years before she would be able to climb out of it. [/hider] [hr][hr] [center][img]http://orig03.deviantart.net/e961/f/2009/133/f/1/f15f2fb31fa5db2ed3ee7b338677a7f1.jpg[/img] [i]"Life goes on long after the heart stops beating."[/i][/center] [hr][hr] [color=a187be][b][u]Birthday[/u][/b][/color] [indent]October 31, 1985[/indent] [color=a187be][b][u]Astrological Sign[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Scorpio[/indent] [color=a187be][b][u]Social Media[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Solovey85 - All Medias[/indent] [color=a187be][b][u]Christmas Song[/u][/b][/color] [indent]You’re A Mean One Mr. Grinch[/indent] [hr][hr] [center][img]http://img10.deviantart.net/17c4/i/2013/223/f/7/wind_and_waves_by_fae_photography-d6hr3jw.jpg[/img] [i]"Do they still remember me?"[/i][/center] [hr][hr][/hider] [hider=Relations] [center][h1][color=a187be][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Tatiana%20Carrington&name=Arizonia-Regular.ttf&size=100&style_color=a187be[/img][/color][/h1] [img]http://img11.deviantart.net/9c90/i/2009/334/e/9/fire__by_mumbojumbo89.jpg[/img] [i]"Family is not always who we were born to but where we ended up in life."[/i][/center] [hr][hr] [center][h2][color=a187be][u]R E G I N A L D C A R R I N G T O N[/u][/color][/h2] [i]"I don't know Papa, I guess I am still trying to find myself."[/i][/center] Tatiana loves her adoptive father and respects him, he has done a lot by bringing her into the family. Yet she feels like a disappointment due to her injury keeping her from ever becoming a Prima. He wasn't exactly pleased when she blew up an left home after her injury, she hasn't spoken to him since. [hr] [center][h2][color=a187be][u]C A S S I O P E I A C A R R I N G T O N[/u][/color][/h2] [i]"Hey, if you think it is so easy, why don't you try prancing around like some show pony on your toes!"[/i][/center] Loathe? Is that the right word? Tatiana cannot nor has ever been able to stand her adoptive mother and she will only play nice because of her father; that never lasts long. She feels that while she was lucky to be adopted that Cassiopeia needs to pay attention to her children instead of ignoring them. She refuses to call her mother and frequently snaps at the woman, calling her Cass instead of mom. She will sometimes call her mother but it is always seething with hatred. [hr] [center][h2][color=a187be][u]M A R I S O L C A R R I N G T O N[/u][/color][/h2] [i]"YA zdes', yesli vy nuzhdayetes' vo mne, kak vsegda."[/i][/center] If there is one sibling in the Carrington family that Tatiana would take a bullet for it is Marisol. Tatiana took to her younger sibling quickly and over time came to care for her more as a daughter than a sister. Ever protective of Marisol, if their parents say or do anything negative towards her Tatiana will step in. Even since the move she has stayed in contact and Marisol has a key to her place in New York so no matter what happens she knows her little sister has a place to stay. [hr] [center][h2][color=a187be][u]G A B R I E L C A R R I N G T O N[/u][/color][/h2] [i]"You are everything good that our parents couldn't be."[/i][/center] When Tatiana was adopted, Gabe was already grown but even with sporadic visitations she came to care for him. A bit too much in her teen years. Gabe was caring and affectionate; the complete opposite of her parents. This combined with his good looks led to a bit of a crush on her adopted sibling for a time. It confused Tatiana, he was supposed to be a brother but they weren't "really related." That coupled with her being a girl and him being into guys made it even more confusing. Thankfully she grew out of the crush and her affection towards him grew into a sisterly love. She doesn't talk to him much these days but she worries. She doesn't want him to turn into their father as he ages. As far as she is concerned the world needs more Gabriels and less Reginalds. [hr] [center][h2][color=a187be][u]R O W A N C A R R I N G T O N[/u][/color][/h2] [i]"Stop trying to be vhat you think they vant and just be happy vith vho you are!"[/i][/center] Rowan and Tatiana at one time were on good terms and decently close as siblings. The protective nature they shared seemed to fuel this. That was until it grew closer to the time for Rowan to leave for university. Rowan, wanting to please his parents, clashed with Tatiana, who was tired of trying to live up to their standards, and they had a falling out. Since then things have been tense between the two. [hr] [center][h2][color=a187be][u]C H A R L I E C A R R I N G T O N[/u][/color][/h2] [i]"So curious little one, somethings shouldn't taint your young mind."[/i][/center] Tatiana was still decently young and new to the family when Charlie was born and when he was brought home she fawned over him, pushing many a nanny aside so that she could tend to him. She doubts he remembers such days. As he grew he became curious about her accent and looks since she was unlike the rest of the family and didn't sound like them. She would laugh it off and tell him family is who we loved, not who we were born to. He would pry though, constantly asking her about her life before she became a Carrington. Something she didn't want to talk about. She didn't want his memories filled with tales of her being a refugee and seeing her natural born parents dying before her. It was something she wished was not in her own memory. Instead she would tell him tales of the Prima Ballerinas and the grand cities of Russia, drawing in her sketch pads the bubbled turrets that were in Moscow. They are not close these days due to her moving but she keeps tabs on him and every so often will send him post cards where she is to show him what she is seeing right then. [hr] [center][h2][color=a187be][u]D A N I E L C A R R I N G T O N[/u][/color][/h2] [i]"First learn to love yourself, then you can love another."[/i][/center] When Tatiana was brought home, Daniel was close to leaving home to go to university so they did not have much time to bond before he departed. Though since her moving to New York they have formed an odd sort of relationship. He makes sure her legal needs are covered and that any contracts she has in place for conventions is in order so that she is not screwed over. They meet from time to time to have brunch but their meetings are always short. It is not for lack of love, she adores Daniel in so many ways, but their personalities can clash if they are around each other too long. She thinks he holds the soul of a Prima even if he doesn't hold the talent to stand on toe point, something she will tease him about from time to time but she is never serious about it. The two have been known to throw rather vicious remarks at the other but deep beneath the seething surface her words are always there to try to break through his perfection of an exterior. [hr] [center][h2][color=a187be][u]A V E R Y C A R R I N G T O N[/u][/color][/h2] [i]"One day you will immortalize this family in ways our father and mother never dreamed of."[/i][/center] Avery is only a few years younger than Tatiana. Tatiana did for him what she did for all the younger siblings, took care of them as best she could and tried to show him the love they did not receive openly from their parents. She would sneak him sketch pads, seeing his talent like everyone else did, and leave them in his room with no sign of who they were from. He was quiet so she left him to his own a lot but she kept watch from a distance. Something about him drew her eye, perhaps it was their similar interest in the arts. Today she keeps in loose contact with Avery and each year on his birthday an unmarked package will be delivered to him; a single sketch pad like the ones she would leave on his bed when he was young. [hr] [center][h2][color=a187be][u]L I V C A R R I N G T O N[/u][/color][/h2] [i]"Liv, you are stronger than you let yourself be, don't take life too seriously. None of us get out alive."[/i][/center] Liv is so very different from her twin brother but to Tatiana that is a good thing. Tatiana believes that Liv should be her own person but she worries about her younger sibling so very much, especially when they were younger. The happy child slow began to lock away her feelings like so many of the Carringtons, this was a fire that Tatiana never wanted to see doused; dragging Liv when she could to her ballet practice and making faces at her while she danced. When Liv came to New York and stepped off the plane, Tatiana was there in the shadows keeping an eye on her little sister and in the bleachers behind wide brimmed sunglasses as her volleyball team won the state championship. Like with Avery, each year on her birthday Liv will receive an unmarked package - within it will be some piece of jewelry custom designed for Liv by an unknown jeweler. [center][h2][color=a187be][u]S A M A N T H A C A R R I N G T O N[/u][/color][/h2] [i]"Is it the booze that makes you as cold as mother or is it just natural?”[/i][/center] Tatiana never knew Sam growing up, she had already been long gone at that point but even with that it seems that Tatiana took after her eldest sister in at least one way; having a fall out with their parents, picking up and moving out; never speaking with them again. Over the years Tatiana has had little contact with Sam, having only dropped by her sisters gallery a handful of times over the years. It never ends well, usually a comment will lead to a fight and Tatiana will end up storming out. Tatiana being who she is though, will end up trying again after a year or so only to end up in a de'javu scenario. Tatiana still tries from time to time but now a days it is more in the form of her dropping off a new sketch she has done for Sam around her birthday. It's always left with the doorman, never signed, looking like an inkblot test vaguely resembling something to do with their family and a note; "What do you see?" Tatiana doesn't know if she does this to aggravate her older sister or in some odd attempt for acceptance from her because she admires Sam's art work. [hr] [center][h2][color=a187be][u]O L I V E R C A R R I N G T O N[/u][/color][/h2] [i]"The purest music doesn't need vords, it's felt in the heart."[/i][/center] While Tatiana would drag Liv with her to classes, she never knew exactly how to act around Oliver. He never seemed to open and while they were never close, Tatiana respects his talent and drive. She keeps in loose contact with him through social media or will prod Liv to see if she has any new music he had produced. Unbeknownst to Oliver, Tatiana has recordings of his piano lessons from when he was younger and listens to them during warm ups before she practices each day. [hr] [center][h2][color=a187be][u]W Y A T T R O T H E N B E R G[/u][/color][/h2] [i]"Just keep smiling, it's vhat I'm paying you for."[/i][/center] There really is no good way to describe Tatianas relationship with Wyatt, other than it's complete bullshit. Not wanting to go home to her parents without someone Tatiana placed a Craigslist ad looking for a boyfriend for hire. She knew it was a bad idea but she was desperate. Hadn't she already disappointed her parents enough? To come home single would just be the icing on a cake she didn't want to eat. Wyatt answered the ad and seemed as worried as she was when they met. She has breathed a bit of a sigh of relief; he's cute and seems okay, though in the back of her mind she is still wondering if he is going to harvest her kidney and leave her in a bath of ice in a motel 6, or worse kidnap her and demand a ransom from her parents they would never pay. [/hider]