aka Katerina Svetlana Vorovna aka Fiery SpiritAge:
American, Lithuanian immigrantEthnicity:
University of BerlinJob:
Doctor / Veterinarian, part time apothecaryRole:
Athletic, but slenderEyes:
Fiery redhead (cut a little short, but growing it back out)Skin Tone:
Southwestern ranchers tanTattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Typically dressed in buckskins with a distinctly Indian look to them when back home working the reservations. On an adventure, she’ll go with jeans and a flannel shirt. But she does know how to clean up and dress like a lady. Carries an Apache tomahawk, hunting knife, and a pair of Colt Pattersons. She did have a couple Prussian flintlock dueling pistols, but hocked them.
She also uses some very steampunk looking spectacles for delicate surgical work.
Russian accent that has finally begun to fade. It flares up when she gets emotional.
Pragmatic * Egalitarian * Sharp Witted * DecisiveSexuality:
She is a brilliant scholar and well ahead of her time socially. She stays abreast of all the latest discoveries in medical science. Also fanatically obsessed with other sciences - especially natural sciences and astronomy. Speaks, reads and writes English better than most Americans. Also speaks German, Latin, Arabic, Greek, Mandarin and Cantonese, Apache, Cherokee, plus Navaho, and some other Native American tongues.
Thinks British are stuffy and arrogant. Americans on the other hand are an odd mix of crude and crass, with free spirited mixed in.
She will treat ANY patient regardless of race, species, color or religion. She does, however, expect to be paid for her services, though she will adjust her fees to the situation. She abides by patient confidentiality. And she will not tolerate any man or woman seeking to harm a patient under her care.
She doesn't care much for whiskey, save for its medicinal values. Vodka, however, she enjoys on occasion, though never when working.
Kasey tends to be a very pragmatic person. While born two a very, very wealthy family, she ended up in rags and had to fend for herself in a man’s world. She had to make the most out of every penny she earned. She is extremely hardworking.Habits:
Always carries Ginger for long trips. (Dramamine won’t be invented until 1949)
Always carries lots of sharp things (knives).
Usually has the latest medical journalHobbies:
Wax sculpting (candles)
Horticulture (medical herbs)
Physics and Chemistry (more the latter as it applies to medicine)Fears:
- Flying, heights
- Spiders, scorpions, roaches (She will turn them into paste. Heaven help you if a spider lands on YOU and she has anything in her hands to bat at them with. Snakes? Bats? No problem.)
- Don’t have more fears, but need to add a section.
While not fears, I need to list these SOMEwhere.
Horses, elephants and camels? No problem.
- Animals. For some reason she gets along extremely well with animals. Deer will walk right up to her. Wild horses tolerate her. Camels won’t spit at her. Reptiles, fish, and bugs don’t apply here. They will gladly eat her alive. It’s the warm fuzzy ones that are cute.
- Natives/Primitives: She respects other cultures. She is a polyglot that will try to learn new languages and customs everywhere she goes. She draws the lines at tattoos and cutting herself.
- Knives. She is never without one (several). Don’t let her guns fool you. The knives are way more dangerous.
- Men who don’t know how to take no for an answer.
- Chauvinists and ultra-feminists
- Smoking, recreational drugs, drunks
A white woman with flaming red hair, dressed in clothing of an Apache rode accompanied by one Apache brave. He was perhaps a decade older than she. To look at them one might have thought she had been captured and gone native. And perhaps that might have been a fair statement. She was about ready to head into town, but the warrior stopped. She stopped and looked back.
The warrior, Running Wolf, shook his head. “These are your people. They will not understand. I would not be welcome there in the company of a White. Here I bid you farewell my sister of medicine - Fiery Spirit. The People will remember you.”
Kasey’s eyes narrowed looking for some hint of humor. They name was a constant source of laughter for the Apache tribe she had stayed with. But she could see none. Well, perhaps the name had come to mean more to her than a simple act of clumsiness. Although … Running Wolf’s father had always said it was one reason a woman should not try to be one with the spirits. In his eyes she always saw mischief. She’d miss the old shaman most of all.
There was nothing more left to be said. She nodded and turned her steed, Patches, toward the place known as Holbrook. It didn’t look like much. But she had heard a rumor they needed a doctor and a vet both. And she could do both. She needed the work, if not the money. But she would worry about work tomorrow. For tonight she needed a place to sleep and a bath. So the urged Patches to a trot.
Tomorrow she would see a man about an office in town.History:
Born in what we know today as Lithuania to modestly wealthy "businessman" (what would become known during the era of the Soviet Union as Thief in Law - or Russian Mafia). He father tried to send her to Germany as a trade concession at age 16, but she rebelled. Already well schooled despite her father's every effort to keep her uneducated she agreed to go to Germany if she was permitted to attend a university first and complete her studies before being forced to marry. She confessed an interest in veterinary medicine, but asked for the University of Berlin.
Her fiance, Johann von Grossenburg, refused any financial obligations until he was married, so a standoff resulted. While she attended college her family's fortune began to dwindle. Her father had been counting on the union to legitimize the family fortune. What he didn't know was that the baron was a bastard son of a Baron and was making do on a hush fund from his father. But the man had agreed to a sizable estate holding if he could secure a wife of fine upbringing and estate.
Kasey soon found her only avenue of escape was to America. Kasey spent nearly three years travelling before finally settling down in Holbrook, AZ. She had visited a number of reservations, and even lived among the Apache. She spends most of her time as a farm veterinarian, making house calls to ranches, or doing clinic work for the reservations.