Rusalka

Gang RP: The Rise

@RusalkaA rival for Jayce? Cool!

@CarlsbergDamn, that's a sexy lawyer. Also cool!

@GingerBoi123

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@GingerBoi123 Yup, can't wait to see these two in action. >:D nonotlikethatyoupervs!!

On the Streets

@Carlsberg

((Yuppers))

Immediately Jen was on her, her lips attacking Liz's with as much ferocity as when she forced her against the wall. Damn...this was something she wasn't going to forget for a long time.

-----------(several smexy NSFW moments later)------------

"Wow...." Liz sighed happily lying on a matress in an abandoned appartment, the two having moved there after things got a little too steamy. Jen, she definitely knew how to touch a woman in all the right places. Liz couldn't count how many times she screamed out in ecstasy, blacking out from shockwave upon shockwave of blissful pleasure hitting her body all at once. The experience left her deeply satisfied, but at the moment weak and physically drained, her legs still wobbling like cheap ramen noodles. So for the time being, she laid there beside the beautiful girl, turning over and kissing her softly on her cheek with a whisper, "You are so amazing."

On the Streets

@Carlsberg

Liz, she looked confident on the outside, still sporting a smirk like no other, but damn was she sweating on the inside. She didn't think she would get this far, and in just one day. To back out though, she felt she shouldn't, thinking she'd just end up hurting Jen's feelings. "Hey, you're the one who brought me here." Her tone still a bit flirty, trying her damndest not to betray her inner reluctance. Her hand graced the girl's cheek for a moment before clasping her own hand...and pulling her along into the alley.

Wasn't really the first place she would expect....doing it, but there was something a bit arousing about getting a girl in public to her.

Gang RP: The Rise

@CommisarJhon Fear not comrade! I has your backup!

"....."

Анна Фостин

ANNASTASIA "Anna" FAUSTIN

Nickname:
Just Anna will work, though she has been given quite a few monikers, mostly by her comrades in the Bratva. One of which is Red Ghost.
Nationality: Russian
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Affiliation/ Rank: Ivolgin Bratva/ Hitwoman

P H Y S I C A L M A T R I X

Height/Build:
5'6'' Weighs approximately 135 lbs. Slight hourglass shape to her figure and B-cup breast size
Skin tone/colour: Pale, almost a cream white
Hair colour and Style: *pictured above*
Eye colour: Green
Blood Type: B+
Scars/tattoos/birth-signs: Though not pictured, she has a black star tattooed below her right eye
Fashion:

Her clothes

P S Y C H O L O G I C A L M A T R I X

Personality:
Cold, moody, and taciturn, doesn't speak at all due to her being mute. She doesn't really smile much either. She tends to have a bit of a soft side, and if she ever sees anyone being bullied or picked on, she will personally deck the bastards in the face, also she can be sadistic, especially when she's killing. She is particularly hostile to men who abuse women, and takes special pleasure in exposing and punishing them. Her mental state is hard to fathom, an Achilles' Heel used against her many times by her adversaries. Many of whom have described Anna as "disturbing", "violent", "insane", "murderous" and "the textbook definition of a psychopath", although she shows little signs of psychopathic behavior.

However, while incredibly gifted, she is deeply troubled by past traumas she's suffered during her upbringing, and though antagonistic and violent, she does not appear to lack any sort of conscience. While she may not abide by the laws of today's society, she is structured by her own moral judgments based upon what she feels is right or wrong. Therefore, it is Anna's own belief that she is entirely sane and mentally competent.

Hobbies/Interests:
She doesn't have time to fiddle with meaningless, trivial things, not when there are contracts to fulfill and people to kill. If she does has some downtime however, she could either be found reading, listening to music, or just burying her fists into a punching bag and killing a bottle of vodka. Anna loves heavy metal music, putting it as her favorite above classical and experimental dubstep. She also smokes, but rarely finishes but half a pack for one day.

Biography:

Annastasia, or Anna as she prefers most people to call her, would be what you call a special case. Born as the only daughter of Svetlana and Grigori Faustin, Anna was thrust into a traumatic childhood with her abusive father, a high ranking government official and a beligerent drunk. Anna and her mother were subjected to physical torment, such as beating, and psychological torment. The combination of the two forced Anna into her mute state. Her father would always say while beating her, "A woman needs to keep her mouth shut and do whatever a man says." By the time Anna was fourteen, her mother, suffering years of beatings and pyschological abuse, committed suicide by swallowing a jar of nails. Anna exacted her revenge on her father by pouring gasoline on him and lighting him on fire. Grigori survived the attempt on his life but he was left horrendously disfigured and quadrapeligic.

Ruled as unfit to be a supseptible guardian for Anna, Grigori lost custody, and soon Anna was placed in the care of Svetlana's cousin Erik Borshevsky, a wealthy man and also a high ranking official in the Russian Government. Erik was at first reluctant to be Anna's guardian but soon grew accustomed to her. Anna resided with Erik at his estate in Stockholm, Sweden, where Erik secretly trained Anna to become an assassin. Over the course of two years, Anna could eliminate a target with quick and deadly precision. She was proficient with an assortment of firearms and skilled in five different martial arts. Erik saw great potential in her and enlisted her as his personal bodyguard, however on Anna's eighteenth birthday, Erik was murdered and she was framed as his killer. Now a wanted criminal by the Russian Government, she fled for America, where she began work at a vinyl record store in Soho while covering her tracks. She also now lives in an appartment with another Russian immigrant, 23 year old Veronika Solovyov, who later became Anna's lover.

She never suspected though her life would take such an odd turn, or that the long dormant skills of a cold blooded killer inside her would be put to the test.

One night, after an argument between her and Veronika over not making enough to support them, she stumbled into a seedy bar in a predominantly Russian district of the city. Little did she know she was stepping into Bratva territory. A man, evidently drunk, tried to get frisky with her, something she didn't take too kindly to, so she whirled around and smashed a vodka bottle in his face. A bouncer soon grabbed her and tried to throw her out, but then she elbowed him in the gut, whipping her leg around in a brutal kick to his face that instantaneously broke his neck. Suddenly another bouncer pulled a gun on her. She quickly disarmed him in one swift motion breaking his arm in three places, ending his sorry ass by slamming his face into the bar. Anna put up a good fight against the rest, but finally she was subdued by the Russian mob.

They drugged her with a tranquilizer and dragged her away to a warehouse near the fishing docks. Once she came to, there were three men standing before her...mere shadows in the dim, flickering light. One man, an older fellow dressed in a sharp business suit, lit a cigar and introduced himself as Paul Ivolgin, leader of the city's Bratva. The man beside him, an ex-Spetsnaz looking haircut and a leather jacket he sported, later to be known as Anton Aleksandrov, held in his hands a sharp, intimidating machete, the other, some unnamed goon, a chainsaw.

Ivolgin was no less impressed with her skill and her brutality in dispatching his men so easily. He offered her a position in the mob, a lucrative one at that. The catch was...she had no choice but to agree. If she declined, then it was certain these men were gonna hack her to pieces and feed her to the sharks. With no position in the matter, she ducked her head, agreeing to the old man's terms.

Since that day, Anna has proven herself as one of the deadliest assassins at Ivolgin's disposal. If he wanted someone dead, he went to her, and she damn well delivered upon it with the utmost discretion. She's even made quite a killing off of it, no pun intended. But she continues to hide her affiliations with the Russian Bratva from Veronika and the fact....she's murdered quite alot of people.

E Q U I P M E N T M A T R I X

Weapons:

Primary - Mosin Nagant-Archangel with variable scope

Secondary - PP-19 Bizon Supressed with a Folding Stock

Pistol - MP443 Grach Supressed

Close Quarters - Cold Steel Recon Tanto

Vehicle:
2013 Kawasaki Ninja 250R


Other Equipment:
Stun grenades, garrote wire, a few vials of arsenic, a small, concealable switchblade knife

Prized Possession:
A silver cross given to her by her mother on her tenth birthday. To this day, she still wears it despite her new-found agnostic beliefs.

A B I L I T Y M A T R I X

Expertise:
Marksmanship, stealth, hand to hand combat, fluent in Russian, English, French, Mandarin, Cantonese, Japanese, Spanish, German, and Dutch. Speaks using sign language. Very acrobatic, skilled in parkour. Can drive almost any vehicle but prefers motorcycles over cars.

Physical Condition:
Fairly athletic

Mental condition:
Considerably sane, despite a few drawbacks. Has suffered nightmares in the past about her childhood and a few panic attacks.

Limitations:
Mild asthmatic, may suffer attacks due to prolonged physical activity, keeps an inhaler on her at all times.

Other:
Bisexual, though with more of a tendency towards women, and a vegetarian. Still smokes despite being asthmatic. Drinks heavily

On the Streets

@Carlsberg

"Mmmm...I think so..." Liz purred in her ear lustfully, indeed unable to keep her hands off Jen, touching nearly every part of the girl as her hands explored her beautiful body, much like her lips all over Jennifer's neck leaving playful little kisses. "Why don't you...lead the way, sexy?"

Gang RP: The Rise

@King Tai Righto. Gimme a sec. <.<

Gang RP: The Rise

@King Tai Goats dammit. -____-*

Eh...what about a freelance hacker? Or I could just make a bloody assassin for the Russian mob...or both. >>

Gang RP: The Rise

@King Tai

WAAAAAAIIIIIT!!!!!!

*throws suitcase over the edge and jumps in the boat*

I'm considering joining this most astute of RP's, but first, a question

Hackers?

Feud of Families: Blood Deep

@King Tai@DiZL ReloadeD

Pulling into the garage and parking next to a nice, sharp black Audi, she killed the ignition on her vehicle and stepped out throwing on her long grey coat, as it was a rather chilly night, and it was bound to be bone chilling once they were inside the main facility. The dimly lit parking garage, vacant as always, the only sound being the distant echo of her engine fading in the distance, but what be this?

The Audi next to her, some man was standing beside it, an authoritative looking figure, the only given notice of his presence the faint, glowing ember of a lit cigarette dangling precariously from his lips. Rebecca paid him no mind, as currently she was embroiled in....quite the fierce conversation with one of her fellow agents, her phone pressed against her ear as if she was about to tunnel through it and strangle the man on the other side, her tone...harsh, for lack of a better word, ~"...Look you, I don't honestly care if he will be mad at me or not. The point is the bastard wouldn't give us any information! Yes, I know we should have tailed him, but if he attacked us, what were we to fight him off with? Sticks? You're the idiot who supplied us with the damn bullets! How were we to know the bloody sod was immune to silver in the first place? It's unheard of! Alright, fine! We'll go after him again next time, but it will be on MY terms, understand Agent Hurst? And don't bother relaying this message to Stone! I'll speak to the senile codger myself! Yes, you have a wonderful evening as well. Ciao darling."~

Rather coarse she hung up on the man after him chewing her out, shoving her phone back into the pocket of her coat, a bothersome scowl across her lips as vigorously she massaged her temples with her frail fingers. ~"Ugh, these damn mortals are giving me a migraine. Camille, sweetie, don't dally too long. We don't want to be late for our execution."~ Sarcastically she added trailing away, a reluctant stagger towards the elevator, but she paused hearing the newblood giggling behind her. ~"Camille?"~ She called for her again, turning around on her heels. The girl was well...occupied at the moment with other matters, breathing on the passenger window of the black Audi till a fine mist appeared upon the sheen surface, then using her tiny index finger to draw something. Rebecca sighed rolling her eyes. Camille...always so childish and innocent, but Rebecca seemed to find that more endearing than perturbing.

"Hehehe! See? It's a kitty cat!" She said pointing to the adorable, childlike sketch of a feline. Her playful smile warming the woman's heart, frigid at the moment from her earlier altercation, a soft smile graced Rebecca's lips as she chuckled wrapping her arms around her beloved and kissing her on the cheek, ~"What do you think you're doing, you precocious little devil? You're going to get us into even more trouble?"~

Camille blushed, looking up at her beautiful Mistress, those rosey cheeks always entrancing the vampire woman. "Was that Director Stone you were talking to, Mistress?" She asked Rebecca, her smile disappearing somewhat into a small frown. "Is he mad at us?" Rebecca shook her head, ~"That was Agent Hurst, one of his lackeys. Apparently he said Stone's going to rip you and I a new one after he finds out we fumbled the mission, but it's like I told the idiot, Vladimir was silverproof. We'll just have to find out what makes the brute tick, and then we can knock him down a peg or two."~

Of course...she was pretty sure Stone was gonna knock them down a peg or two. First off, it may have not been their fault their target escaped them...though it was Rebecca who let him go, with the intent to hunt him again mind you, but Stone, the bastard he was, Rebecca was certain he was going to place the blame on them, two sapphic vampire cunts who didn't follow his careful procedure. They would be but the very object he would focus his wrath on, but at this point, Rebecca could barely give a single damn that ever existed. Let the blowhard tear them to pieces, even literally. She was looking for a chance anyways to put the blowhard out of his misery. ~"Well then..."~ Rebecca yawned deeply, letting go of her sweet and rubbing her eyes, a healthy stretch after that. ~"The sun's about to rise in a couple of hours, and I could use a nice, hot shower after such a taxing experience. Care to join me, my dear?"~ A frisky smirk she gave to Camille, a tempting tickle underneath the girl's chin lulling her closer to Rebecca. The girl smiled, innocent and yet so devious. What better way for the two of them to relieve their stress?

But first things first...it was off to deal with Stone.

On the Streets

@Carlsberg

Liz bit her lip hard to stifle a heated moan of passion, barely able to answer with Jen's lips trailing down her neck in sweet little kisses. "Sure...why not?" She spoke through heavy breathing, all she could say before Jen pulled her into another kiss. The very breath of Liz was taken from her, but at this point it didn't matter. She kept kissing Jennifer, even deeper than before, her tongue teasing her lips and begging for entry to savor her delectable taste, as firmly she grabbed her by the hips and shoved her body as close as she could.