#dow.intro

[fxghtclxb]

 hi !! i’m j, here to play a fake faith healer turned medik (konstantin) and a rough handed brigadier who admittedly fell in love with an anonymous letter sender (sorin).

i wrote some tidbits about ‘em below, as well as provided some wanted connections too !

click here for kon !

click here for sorin !

always love to plot, but if you want to get a feel of how your muse reacts to either of them that’s totally fine with me too !

excited 2 meet u all  ✨

[yurylenkov]

𝐋𝐄𝐓  𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐖𝐀𝐑  ,  YURY LENKOV  ,  the  FIGHTER AT THE DEN  is  seen  traversing  the  streets  of  moscow  ,  but  the  volki  swear  that  he  is  originally  from  KASIMOV, RUSSIA  ;  perhaps  it’s  THE NEED TO EARN MONEY, AND PERHAPS MAKE SOMETHING OF HIMSELF  that  brought  them  here  .  fellow  residents  liken  their  resemblance  to  WOLFGANG NOVOGRATZ  .  the  TWENTY-TWO  year  old  MALE  was  FRIENDLY  &.  ENTHUSIASTIC  before  the  war’s  ruination  ,  but  in  the  aftermath  have  become  REPRESSED  &.  NAIVE.  rumours  throughout  eastern  europe  have  given  them  a  reputation  of  ROUGH, BLOODY HANDS WRAPPED IN BOXING TAPE THAT CONTRAST YOUR SOFT, GENTLE BEATING HEART ; SEWING UP YOUR WORN OUT, THREADBARE CLOTHES LIKE YOUR MOTHER ALWAYS TAUGHT YOU TO ; BOUNDING WITH EXCITEMENT AND ENERGY THAT GLITTERS IN THE COLD POST WAR CITY OF MOSCOW ; A DESIRE TO DO SOMETHING MORE THAN YOUR FAMILY HAS EVER BEEN ABLE TO DO STARTING TO SEEP THROUGH INTO YOUR YEARNING HEART ; PACKING UP AND LEAVING EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER KNOWN BEFORE IS EASIER AFTER YOU END UP COMPLETELY ALONE IN THE WORLD  .  

Ayo Ayo I am Sarah (she/her) and I am playing Yury here. He's a big teddy bear who has never done anything wrong in his entire life, and he fights at the Den. You can read more about him here (it's a wip but the important stuff is there)! And you can continue reading to find some basic wanted connections! I'm very hyped to get the ball rolling here!

-  Anyone who works at the Den. Love him. He's still pretty green, but he's learning. -  Yury isn't super competitive, but he's started to enjoy some friendly competition and fun ribbing with the other fighters. So some competition and rivalries would be a lot of fun. -  Yury concerns himself more with friendships, than he does with romantic relationships since he's ... pretty much never had one. So, it'd be interesting to see something happen there. I think he'd be pretty oblivious, unless someone was super blatant about it so I think that could be really fun. Oh yeah he's gay also so keep that in mind. -  Like I said He's pretty oblivious, and is the same way to any crime related things going on as well, period. It's not even something that happens in his brain. So, it'd be fun to see him get close with some volki and not even you know realize, or care who they are because he just doesn't know. -  Ah, Yury moved to Moscow not knowing anyone, and with no one back home because both his parents are dead. So, it'd be good to have some close friends who he has started to consider more family over the year he's been in the city. -  I'm up for anything my dudes. HMU

[pakhans]

     𝐋𝐄𝐓  𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐖𝐀𝐑  ,  VLADIMIR  DMITRIEVICH  VOLKOV  ,  the  PAKHAN  of  the  volki  is  seen  traversing  the  streets  of  moscow  ,  but  the  bratva’s  rivals  swear  that  he  is  originally  from  OSTRAVA  ,  CZECHIA  ;  perhaps  it’s  PURSUING  HIS  PATRIARCH’S  LEGACY  BY  LEADING  THE  VOLKI  AND  FLEEING  THE  DEMONS  OF  WAR  that  brought  them  here  .  fellow  members  of  the  volki  liken  their  resemblance  to  BEN  BARNES  .  the  THIRTY  FIVE  year  old  CIS  MALE  was  CUNNING  &.  INDOMITABLE  before  the  war’s  ruination  ,  but  in  the  aftermath  have  become  MERCILESS  &.  MORDANT  .  rumours  throughout  eastern  europe  have  given  them  a  reputation  of  ANOTHER  MAN’S  BLOOD  ON  YOUR  CLOTHES  AS  YOU  EXHALE  NICOTINE  ;  CIGARETTE  EXTINGUISHED  IN  THE  DREGS  OF  VODKA  ;  VICTIM  LEFT  TO  FEED  STRAY  MUTTS  OF  THE  STREET  ,  A  HOWL  IN  THE  DEAD  OF  NIGHT  ;  ALPHA  LEADING  THE  HUNT  ;  WHITE  MAW  STAINED  VERMILLION  ;  ROWS  OF  WOLF  TEETH  BARED  AND  ROTTING  ;  SEEPING  IRIDESCENT  VISCERA  AND  YOUR  SANGUINARY  COUNTENANCE  IN  THE  MIDST  OF  WAR  ;  THE  SCREAMS  OF  HORSES  AND  DYING  MEN  AS  BULLETS  FLY  ;  WITNESSING  THE  RUIN  OF  REVOLUTION  .

𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨  !  i’m  svet  ,  twenty  four  ,  operate  in  the  cst  timezone  &.  typically  go  by  she / her  pronouns  ,  but  you  can  use  what  you  want  fam  .  i’m  an  absolute  historical  h  o  e  ,  and  am  super  thrilled  you’ve  all  taken  mercy  on  me  to  join  me  on  this  ride  -  congrats  ,  you’re  all  enablers  !  please  feel  free  to  come  to  me  at  any  time  with  any  questions  ,  plotting  ,  or  simply  to  talk  ;  i  desire  all  the  connections  with  your  exquisite  muses  !  you  can  find  my  intro  for  vladimir  here  within  a  google  doc  ,  as  it’s  quite  the  novella  to  read  ,  but  will  eventually  format  it  elsewhere  for  easier  accessibility  (  &.  if  you  make  it  through ,  you’re  the  real  mvp  )  .  my  ims  are  always  open  as  well  as  discord  ,  where  you  can  call  me  if  you  wanna  reach  me  :  𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞#0518 .

[maryasky]

𝐋𝐄𝐓  𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐖𝐀𝐑  ,  MARYA  SERGEYEVNA  ,  the  MEDIK  of  the  volki  is  seen  traversing  the  streets  of  moscow  ,  but  the  bratva’s  rivals  swear  that  she  is  originally  from  PETROGRAD  ;  perhaps  it’s  INFILTRATING  THE  VOLKI  BRATVA  UNDER  THE  INSTRUCTIONS  OF  THE  PREOBRAZHENSKY  BROTHERHOOD  that  brought  them  here  .  fellow  members  of  the  volki  liken  their  resemblance  to  CRYSTAL  REED  .  the  THIRTY  year  old  CIS  WOMAN  was  NURTURING  &  ADAPTIVE  before  the  war’s  ruination  ,  but  in  the  aftermath  have  become  DUPLICITOUS  &  MERCILESS  .  rumors  throughout  eastern  europe  have  given  them  a  reputation  of  THE  HEM  OF  YOUR  PRISTINE  ,  COTTON - WHITE  DRESS  DRAGGING  AGAINST  THE  BLOOD - DRENCHED  FLOORS  OF  A  CATHEDRAL  AS  YOU  RUN  INTO  YOUR  FATHER’S  AWAITING  ARMS  ;  CAUTIONING  AGAINST  THE  MINDLESS  OBEDIENCE  OF  A  DYNASTIC  ALLEGIANCE  THAT  DEMANDS  DUTY  IN  TIMES  OF  REVOLUTION  ;  A  RETURN  TO  RELIGION  AS  YOU  BEG  THE  ALMIGHTY  FORCES  TO  SPARE  THE  BROTHERHOOD  ,  AND  A  SEVERING  OF  FAITHS  AS  PRAYERS  LIFT  UPWARDS  ,  UNANSWERED  ,  LEAVING  AN  ORPHANED  GIRL  BEHIND  ;  FINDING  YOUR  PLACE  IN  A  PHYSICALLY  DRIVEN  UNDERWORLD  ,  SLIPPING  OUT  OF  SKINS  LIKE  AN  ARTFUL  SERPENT  OF  MANY  DISGUISES  ;  SLIPPING  PAST  ENEMY  LINES  AS  A  HARMLESS  SAMARITAN  ,  CONCEALING  ANARCHIST  SENTIMENTS  WITHIN  THE  HEART  . 

hello  everyone  ‼  my  name  is  annie  (  she  or  her  )  and  i  will  be  writing  for  miss  undercover  demon  herself,  marya  sergeyevna  preobrazhenskaya,  of  petrograd  and  the  preobrazhensky  brotherhood.  i  dwell  in  the  gmt+8  tmz,  so  i  may  disappear  shortly  to  catch  some  zzz’s  as  i  have  work  in  eight  hours,  but  i  am  super  excited  to  begin  plotting  with  everyone  ‼  below,  you  will  find  more  information  on  marya  ─  hit  the  ♡  button  and  i  will  reach  out  for  plotting  purposes  as  soon  as  possible  ‼

full  statistics.

history  and  timeline  of  events  (  tw  for  mentions  of  war,  death  in  war,  death  in  childbirth  and  other  relating  elements  ).

wanted  connections  (  uc  ).

[yuliannas]

𝐋𝐄𝐓  𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐖𝐀𝐑  ,  YULIANNA MARKOV  ,  the  PROPRIETRESS OF THE GARNIZON  is  seen  traversing  the  streets  of  moscow  ,  but  the  volki  swear  that   she  is   originally  from PETROGRAD ;  perhaps  it’s  AN  ESCAPE  FROM  CONVENTION ; THE MAINTENANCE  OF  A  MEMORY  that  brought  them  here  .  fellow  residents  liken  their  resemblance  to  JENNA COLEMAN .  the  THIRTY - TWO  year  old  CIS FEMALE was  CHARMING  &.  INCISIVE  before  the  war’s  ruination  ,  but  in  the  aftermath  have  become  WITHDRAWN  &.  CRITICAL.  rumours  throughout  eastern  europe  have  given  them  a  reputation  of  THE GOLDEN GIRL  TARNISHED - OBLITERATED ,  AND  NOW  THE  TICKING  OF  THE  CLOCK - REMINDS  YOU  TO MOVE FORWARD, ONWARD . IT IS ALL YOU CAN DO . DELICATE  FEATURES  & GENTLE  SMILES  MASK  THE  SECRETS UNDERNEATH ( YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN GOOD FOR BUSINESS ) . A SHADOW IN THE CORNER , AN EMPTY BASSINET  IN THE CENTER OF A ROOM - A REMINDER OF ALL THAT YOU HAVE LOST .  IT IS TIME NOT ONLY TO SURVIVE , BUT TO THRIVE .

CHARACTER BASICS

NAME : yulianna  vasilyevna  markova   ( née  morozova ) NICKNAMES : diminutives  - yulya ,  yulenka ,  yulechka OCCUPATION  / TITLE : owner  &  proprietress  of  the  garnizon  GENDER : cis  female AGE:  thirty - two BIRTHPLACE: petrograd ,  russia CURRENT RESIDENCE :  moscow ,  russia MORAL ALIGNMENT: neutral  good MYER’S BRIGGS TYPE: the advocate , infj-t PERSONALITY:  compassionate , charming , charismatic , withdrawn , changeable , ill-tempered , understated , austere ,  sensitive , guarded ,  reserved ,  insightful , detail-oriented , shrewd , altruistic , passionate , driven . 

AFFILIATIONS

FAMILY: FATHER : vasily morozov ( estranged ) MOTHER : ekaterina morozova ( estranged , secretly in contact )  SIBLINGS : maxm morozov ( elder brother ) , sacha morozov ( younger brother ) olga morozov ( younger sister )  EXTENDED FAMILY:  various aunts , uncles , & cousins PARTNER : mikhail markov ( husband , deceased )  CHILDREN: katya markov ( daughter , five & a half years old - primarily living with her mother-in-law )

PHYSICAL DETAILS

PREFERRED HAND: left handed EYE COLOR: brown HAIR COLOR: brown SKIN TONE:  fair COMPLEXION: clear BUILD: petite HEIGHT: 5′1 NOTABLE FEATURES OR SCARS :  generally ‘delicate’ features , bowed lips , dimples , notable birthmark on left shoulder blade, scar on left wrist due to a ‘bar accident.’

PERSONAL / MISCELLANEOUS DETAIL

RELIGION: russian orthodox ( not practicing )  FEARS: isolation / loneliness , endangerment of loved ones , confronting the past , personal security & preservation .  AFFINITIES & ABILITIES: ability to act under pressure,  natural charisma & storytelling ability , subterfuge , bookkeeping & business management , gifted pianist & singer ,  emotional masking ANIMALS: stray cats that loiter around the garnizon SPOKEN LANGUAGES:  russian , french ( fluent ) , english ( intermediate )

TBA

tw : for death , mentions  of  miscarriage &  stillbirth ,  postpartum depression &  depression

             born  the  daughter  of  a  wealthy  tradesman ,  it  was  clear  from  a  young  age  that  yulianna’s  life  would  be  golden .  each  facet  of  her  life  was planned  &  prepared  for - - the  golden  girl  would  be  educated  to  be  a  little  lady ,  all  to  make  a  golden  wife  out  of  her .  cunning  even  in  her  youth ,  yulya  knew  that  to  be  golden  meant  to  be  controlled .  to  be  pawned  off  &  encouraged  to  become  a  wife  that  would  increase  her  family’s  standing . so ,  she  played  her  part .  she  received  what  education  she  could .  she  smiled  politely  ,  laughed  at  jokes  she  couldn’t find  the  humour  in .  she  waited . for  to  be  golden  meant  to  live  in  a  gilded  cage ,  and yulianna  wanted  nothing  more  than  to  fly  free . 

           so  she  waited .  independence  quelled  only  temporarily ,  until  it  was  time  to  ‘finish’  her  education  by  way  of an  extended  stay  with  her  aunt  who  would  prepare  her  for  the  market  of  marriage .  an opportunity . an exchanged  train  ticket  &  several  trunks  later  saw  yulianna  in  moscow  alone . knowing  her  father  would  see her  departer  as  her  ruin , she  left  a  note  for  her  siblings  ,  an  apology  to  her  mother , and  did  not  turn  back .  a  single  room  in  a  boarding  house  replaced  the  lush  walls  of  her  family  home  -  all  she  had  known  uprooted ,  but  she  was  free . 

       what  little  savings  she  had   soon  ran  dry ,  and  searching  for  jobs  with  no  work  experience  felt  fruitless . she  had  no  inclination  when  she  entered  the  garnizon  that  it  would  alter  the  course  of  her  life  forever .  clever words &  charming  smiles at  the  handsome  proprietor  saw  her  receive  a  position  on  a  temporary  basis  as  a  barmaid.  through  conversation  &  working  in  close  proximity with  mikhail ,  the  two  grew  close .  he  learned  of  her  charmed  past ,  and  she  worked  to  break  down  a  rather  frigid  exterior.  friendship  quickly  turned  to  romance ,  and  a  hasty  elopement  opened  a  door  to a  completely  different world. THE VOLKI . the  garnizon ,  yulianna learned ,  was  the  door  to  so  much  more .  it  was a  meeting  place ,  a  safe  house  for  the  prolific  group .  not  only  that ,  but  her  husband  was  a  member  of  such  a  group .  

        clever  as  she  was ,  yulianna was  quick  to  learn  the  ropes.  she  upheld  the  business while  also  assisting  with  volki  dealings .  fearless ,  she  ran  the  garnizon  while  her  husband  was  away  on  ‘business’.  she  became  familiar  with  the  bratva .  life  was  exciting -  and  yulianna was  finally  growing  into  the  person  she  was  &  meant  to  be . 

      FEARLESS ,  until war  erupted.  FEARLESS ,  until  her  husband  enlisted .  FEARLESS ,  until  a  few  months  into  her  husband’s  duty ,  she  discovered  she  was  pregnant . she  had  been pregnant  before - -  each  one  lost ,  one  able  to  take  its  first  breaths  for  a  few  hours  before  ascending  to  heaven .  terror  set  in ,  and  the  funds  of  the  garnizon  , affected  by  war ,  began  to  run  dry .  yulianna  fought  harder  than  she  had  ever  fought  in  her  life .  to  save  her  business -  to  keep  her  child -  to  maintain  a  grip  on  the  life  she  built. 

      baby  katya  was  born ,  but  her  father  did  not  live  to  see her  grow .  death  ravaged  the  men  at  war ,  and  it  took  her  mischa  as  well .  the  world  seemed  to  crumble  underneath  her .  the  garnizon  threatened   to  follow . she  looked  at  her  daughter ,  and  despite  the  love  she  knew  she  held  in  her  heart  for  the  infant ,  she  could  not  muster  it  into  tenderness .  the  world  seemed  a void .  one  she  would  rather  escape  from  than  succumb  to . a  visit  from  her  brother  (  unfit  for  service  )  pulled  her  from  her  despair  long  enough  to  view  the  situation  as  she  always  had ,  pragmatically .  she  had  a  daughter  to  care  for ,  a  husband’s  legacy  to  preserve .  she  had  to  move  FORWARD .  

    the  sustainment  of  the  garnizon  was  the  mixture  of  yulianna’s  savvy ,  &  a  deal  with  the  volki’s  pakhan .  she  was  familiar  with  their  ways ,  their  members  (  and  what  was  left  of  them  )  and  knew  how  to  keep  tight  lipped .  she  knew  how  to  lie ,  how  to  transfer  information ,  and  how  to  keep  a  safe  house  safe .  it was  agreed  that  the  garnizon  would  remain  as  it  was  -  in  her  hands .  it  slowly  became  yulianna’s  purpose  once  more . 

    now  ,  in  the  aftermath  of  the  war ,  yulianna   is  much  changed. her  shine  has  seemed  to  dull ,  her  compassion  is  masked  by  grief - -  but  it  is  still there .  she  is  still kind .  she  is  still cunning.  she  is  still  FEARLESS,  though  the  definition  has  changed.  she  is  striving  to  move  forward ,  to  find  a  purpose  in  her  work - -  to  serve  an  organization  that  her  husband  lived  &  died  for .  she  thinks  little  of  herself ,  only  of  what  she  can  do  to  secure  a  brighter  future  for  others .  she  fights , she  fights ,  she  FIGHTS . 

CHARACTER TIES / POTENTIAL CONNECTIONS

POTENTIAL LOVE  INTEREST  / PINING (0/1) :  in  the  years  following  her  husband’s  death ,  yulianna  has  thought  very  little  of  romance .  she  cannot  admit  her  loneliness to  herself ,  but  it  eats  at  her .  she  thinks  love  is  out  of  the  question  for  her ,  but  she is  so full of  love  for  others . she  needs  someone  to  trust -  to  share  her  burdens -  to  care  for  her.  this  character  would  be  the  closest  she  has  come  in quite  some  time.  FLINGS / FWBS ( 0 / ? )   :  while  she  may  not  consider  love - she certainly  is  not  averse  to  finding  company  to  keep  the  loneliness at  bay .  SIBLING TYPE RELATIONSHIP ( 0 / )  :  yulianna  is  an  extremely  nurturing  type  (  though  it  is  often  masked  by  layers  of  stern  exterior )  she  needs  people to care for , and people to care for her . while her family lives so far away , and largely refutes her existence ( barring her brothers ) , she  needs  to  find  family  of  her  own . 

CLOSE FRIENDS ( 0/ ) : self explanatory ! please be her friend !  VOLKI CONNECTIONS :  contacts that yulianna would regularly see with the volki, likely in varying capacities. 

GARNIZON REGULARS (0/): self explanatory !

MORE TBA:

ALLEGIANCE : ally to the volki

[icedveins]

at  parties  i  point  to  my  body  and  say  ⸺              this  is  where  love  comes  to  die .                welcome ,  come  in ,  make  yourself  at  home .                                                                                           everyone  laughs ,  they  think  i’m  joking .

𝐋𝐄𝐓  𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐖𝐀𝐑  ,  EVGENIA  KONSTANTINOVNA  ZINOVIEVA  ,  the  SOVIETNIK  of  the  volki  is  seen  traversing  the  streets  of  moscow  ,  but  the  bratva’s  rivals  swear  that  she  is  originally  from  VIENNA  ,  AUSTRIA  VLADIVOSTOK  ,  RUSSIA  ;  perhaps  it’s  FLEEING  FROM  THE  RUINS  OF  TWO  EMPIRES  THAT  WOULD  GLADLY  SEE  HER  SILENCES  BROKEN  that  brought  them  here  .  fellow  members  of  the  volki  liken  their  resemblance  to  NATASHA  LIU  BORDIZZO  .  the  TWENTY  FIVE  year  old  CIS  WOMAN  was  INTELLIGENT  &.  PERSPICACIOUS  before  the  war’s  ruination  ,  but  in  the  aftermath  have  become  APATHETIC  &.  WITHDRAWN.  rumours  throughout  eastern  europe  have  given  them  a  reputation  of  SLENDER  FINGERS  —  GLIDING  ACROSS‌  THE‌  SURFACE  OF  PRISTINE  PIANO  KEYS,  CLAMPED  OVER‌  THE  HANDLE  OF  A‌  WELL-WORN‌  BAG,  SLIDING  ACROSS‌  A‌  PASSPORT  WITH  ALL  THE‌  WRONG  WORDS  ON  IT  ;  CRIMSON  RED  —  THE‌  COLOUR  THE  STREETS  RUN  IN  YOUR‌  SLEEP,  SHADE  OF  THE  RUBIES  YOUR  MOTHER‌  TUCKED  INTO  THE‌  HIDDEN  DEPTHS  OF‌  YOUR‌  SUITCASE,  HUE  THAT  YOUR  COMPANIONS  DROWN  THEMSELVES  IN  ;  WELL  SPUN  AND  WELL  WORN  LIES  —  THE  ROLE  OF  WHO‌  YOU  ARE‌  TO‌  PLAY  NOW,  EACH  AND  EVERY‌  LAST  CALCULATED  WORD  THAT‌  FALLS  PAST‌  YOUR  LIPS,  THE  PRETENSE  THAT  YOU  ARE‌  ANYTHING  BUT  A‌  CHILD  BUILT  OF‌  THE  RUINS  OF  EMPIRES  .

hello  !  lovely  to  meet  all  of  you  ,  kyoto  (  nineteen  ,  she  /  her  ,  gmt+3  )  here  ,  with  evgenia  zinovieva  :  prodigal  pianist  ,  sovietnik  ,  gimlet - eyed  strategist  +  spy  &  perpetual  liar  .  linked  below  is  some  info  about  her  (  subject  to  change  as  i  sort  things  out  ,  )  but  please  feel  free  to  ask  me  for  the  tl;dr  via  ims  or  on  discord  ,  though  i  may  be  a  bit  slow  to  respond  due  to  being  trapped  in  finals  season  for  the  next  little  while  . 

statistics . 

history . 

timeline .

wanted . 

[prizefght]

        𝑨𝑵𝑫  𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬  𝑭𝑶𝑹  𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫  𝑻𝑾𝑶  !     quinn  again ,  and  here  we  have  resident  somewhat  rough  around  the  edges  but  secretly  a  romantic  den  dad .  his  bio  is  still  in  the  works   (  aka  it  currently  cuts  off  around  1915  bc  while  my  brain  knows  what  has  to  happen ,  it  sometimes  refuses  to  do  it  ) .   however ,   i  will  also  give  you  a  tl;dr  of  what’s  in  it  plus  some  bullet  points  of  what  is  yet  to  come !   the  tl;dr  is  fyodor’s  father  ran  the  den  before  him ,  and  he  grew  up  knowing  little  else  besides  the  life  of  a  boxer .  when  he  was  twenty  four ,  he  had  a  whirlwind  romance  with  a  woman  named  doroteya  that  quickly  turned  sour  once  they  were  married .  in  possibly  the  shittiest  six  month  streak  anyone  has  ever  had ,  (  tw.  parental  death  )  fyodor  lost  his  father ,  his  wife  decided  she  wanted  to  separate ,  and  wwi  started .  shrugging  and  saying   well  this  might  as  well  happen   and  also  likely  using  it  as  a  way  to  avoid  his  problems ,  fyodor  enlisted ,  hoping  that  when  he  returned  that  the  space  between  him  and  doroteya  would  solve  some  of  their  problems .  he  insisted  that  she  stay  in  the  apartment  they  shared  and ,  making  the  choice  between  that  and  the  den  keeping  its  doors  open  (  though  this  choice  would  likely  be  made  for  him  eventually  given  how  many  of  the  fighters  at  the  time  enlisted  or  were  conscripted  ) ,  sent  home  part  of  his  salary  each  month  to  make  sure  she  had  a  place  to  live .  about  six  months  in  he  started  sending  letters  home  as  well .  and  !   that’s  where  the  bio  leaves  off ,  so  under  the  cut  you  can  find  some  bullets  of  the  sections  i  still  need  to  write   (  tw.  gun  shot  wound ,  spinal  injury ,  chronic  pain ,  drug  and  alcohol  mentions  /  dependency  )

      his  full  introduction  can  be  found  here  and  plots  are  at  the  bottom  of  the  page ,  however  i’d  love  to  brainstorm  if  anything  doesn’t  strike  your  fancy  !

in  1917 ,  fyodor  was  shot  in  such  a  way  that  resulted  in  an  incomplete  spinal  injury  (  meaning  he  retained  motor  and  sensory  function  below  the  injury ,  but  it  was  reduced  compared  to  what  it  used  to  be  ) .  fyodor  can  no  longer  box  competitively ,  and  sometimes  walks  with  a  cane  (  there’s  a  proud  streak  in  him  that  tries  to  avoid  doing  so  when  he  can ,  but  there  are  days  he  cannot  help  it  ) ,  however  he  still  does  his  best  to  continue  to  practice ,  though  at  a  reduced  rate .  he  also  suffers  from  chronic  pain  due  to  this  injury ,  which  he  self  medicates  for .

after  his  injury ,  he  was  discharged  and  allowed  to  return  to  moscow .  when  he  opened  the  door  to  the  apartment  he  found  the  letters  had  fallen  through  the  mail  slot  and  onto  the  floor ,  never  to  be  opened .  doroteya  had  moved  out  long  ago ,  despite  the  fact  that  he’d  been  paying  for  the  apartment .

feeling  as  though  he  had  little  left  except  for  the  den ,  fyodor  began  trying  to  restore  it  to  what  it  was  before  the  war  and ,  since  he  couldn’t  compete  himself ,  began  training  new  boxers .  however ,  like  most  things ,  it  was  struggling  after  the  war .  needing  to  hold  onto  something ,  fyodor  struck  a  deal  with  the  volki  to  return  the  den  to  its  former  glory ,  albeit  for  a  price .

the  weird  dad  of  the  fighters / boxers ,  honestly :  stern  but  cares  about  his  boys ,  passionate  about  the  sport ,  etc .  everything  else  might  be  gone  but  at  least  he  has  this ,  and  so  he  does  his  best  to  make  sure  things  run  as  best  they  can .

[sinfcls]

*      𝐋𝐄𝐓  𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐖𝐀𝐑  ,  VITALIYA YVONNE BALAKIREV ,  the  BOYEVIK  of  the  volki  is  seen  traversing  the  streets  of  moscow  ,  but  the  bratva’s  rivals  swear  that   she  is   originally  from  VORONEZH , RUSSIA ;  perhaps  it’s  SEEKING OUT THE VOLKI TO JOIN THEM AFTER LOOSING EVEYTHING   that  brought  them  here  .  fellow  members  of  the  volki  liken  their  resemblance  to  KAT  MCNAMARA .  the  TWENTY  -  FOUR year  old  CISWOMAN  was  FORTHRIGHT  &.  CANNY  before  the  war’s  ruination  ,  but  in  the  aftermath  have  become  VITRIOLIC  &.  DOGMATIC.  rumours  throughout  eastern  europe  have  given  them  a  reputation  of  WILD  LOCKS  JUST  AS   FULL  AND   BEAUTIFUL  AS  YOUR   MOTHERS ,  THE FEELING   OF  A  COLD  METAL  BLADE  PRESSING  AGAINST  A   WARM  THROAT , DEAD   ROSES   WRAPPED  ON   AN  OLD   WEDDING   BAND , LULLABIES   HUMMED SOFTLY   IN  THE   DEAD   OF  THE   NIGHT   AS   YOU   HOLD   THE  MOST IMPORTANT  THING   TO  YOU  CLOSELY   &   CRIMSON  DROPLETS   OF  BLOOD FROM  SOMEONE   ELSE   ON  THE  FRESHLY  FALLEN   WHITE   WINTER  SNOW  . 

hello  party  people   ,  i’m  nina  ,  i’m  twenty -  two  ,  and  i’m  currently  in  the  est  timezone  !  my  pronouns  are  she  /  her  .  i’m  currently  playing  𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀  &&  𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐘𝐀  .  up  first  is  my  bby  vitaliya  ,  and  you  can  read  more  abt  her  HERE  !  

[kolkuh]

         𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑶 𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑲𝑺  !      my  name  is  quinn  and  i’ll  be  playing  nikolai  dmitrievich  volkov ,  younger  brother  to  vladimir  and  current  torpedo  of  the  volki .  when  i  originally  made  this  character  i  joking  said  that  my  goal  with was  heavy  handed  religious  imagery    . . .     and  jazz  music ,    and  then  it  ended  up  being  less  of  a  joke .  we’re  really  playing  with  juxtaposition  here  with  koyla  as  he  is  cold  and  a  killer ,  but  he  is  also  gentle ,  spiritual ,  and  a  lover  of  music .  the  tl ; dr   on  him  is  that  after  losing  their  mother  at  a  young  age ,  vladimir  and  nikolai  returned  to  russia  to  find  their  father .  however ,  vladimir  was  often  more  of  a  father  than  dmitri  ever  was  to  nikolai .  nikolai  was  somewhat  shielded  from  the  volki ,  and  found  himself  instead  in  the  church  (  which  he  sought  out  for  his  mother  )  and  in  music  (  listening  or  playing,  he’s  decently  talented  at  the  piano  ) .  the  great  war  changed  things  for  him ,  being  conscripted  in  1915  and  his  stature  making  him  a  frequent  tunnel  rat .  once  again ,  nikolai  was  saved  by  vladimir  who  was  able  to  track  him  down .  after  the  war  vladimir  trained  nikolai  to  be  the  new  torpedo  of  the  volki .  anyway ,  let’s  get  into  it    !

      his  full  introduction  can  be  found  here   (  i  do  realize  i  wrote  16  paragraphs  and  i  apologize,  and  will  for  sure  give  cliff  notes  that  are  a  bit  more  detailed  than  the  above  tl;dr  for  anyone  who  asks  ) .   plots  can  be  found  at  the  bottom  of  the  page  but  i’d  love  to  brainstorm   !

[kazskutnik]

𝐋𝐄𝐓  𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐖𝐀𝐑  ,  KAZIMIR SKUTNIK,  the  OBSCHAK of  the  volki  is  seen  traversing  the  streets  of  moscow  ,  but  the  bratva’s  rivals  swear  that  he  is  originally  from  CONSTANTINOPLE, OTTOMAN EMPIRE ;  perhaps  it’s  BEING TAKEN PRISONER DURING THE WAR  that  brought  them  here  .  fellow  members  of  the  volki  liken  their  resemblance  to  BERK CANKAT.  the  THIRTY-TWO year  old  CIS MALE  was  PERSPICACIOUS  &.  AFFABLE  before  the  war’s  ruination  ,  but  in  the  aftermath  have  become  EGOCENTRIC  &.  CONDESCENDING.  rumours  throughout  eastern  europe  have  given  them  a  reputation  of  A TRAITOR TETHERED TO LOYALTY BY BLOOD AND GOLD; INTIMIDATING ASCENDENCY, FORGING WORDS AS COLD AS A DAGGER’S STEEL BLADE BETWEEN A SHARP TOOTHED SMILE ; A VAGUE ACCENT WHICH HAILS NO DISCERNIBLE REGION; A DEEP LONELINESS BURIED BENEATH AVARICE AND SADISM.

hey! ya’ll can call me vj (they/them or he/him). I’m so excited to be here and play this character c: you can read more info on Kaz here. I also play Mishka who you can read more about here ! 

[il-combattente]

𝐋𝐄𝐓  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐖𝐀𝐑  ,  PIERO  BIANCHI  ,  the  VOLKI’S PRIZED BOXER  is  seen  traversing  the  streets  of  moscow  ,  but  the  volki  swear  that  he  is originally  from  FLORENCE  ;  perhaps  it’s THE PAIN OF A MOTHERLAND RAVAGED AND THE FEAR OF MEMORIES PAST that  brought  them  here  .  fellow  residents  liken  their  resemblance  to  MATTEO MARTARI .  the  THIRTHY-FOUR year  old  CIS MALE  was  STUDIOUS &. BRIGHT  before  the  war’s  ruination  ,  but  in  the  aftermath  have  become  CYNICAL  &.  QUICK-TEMPERED  . 

BEFORE

Piero had always been bright, had always taken to unknown tasks so easily you’d think he’d done them his entire life. His father was a linguist, taught Piero multiple languages by the age of twelve. By all means, Piero had a simple life - got married, took care of his parents, had children. He was happy once, and then the war came. Piero had to go to fight, to do his duty, and did all he could to survive to go home to the wife he yearned for and the children whose laughter he heard every night in his dreams. He did unspeakable things to stay alive, and stay alive he did. He moved his wife and children into a house with his parents, thinking they would be safer there. 

No one was left when he returned. 

Half of Italy had died not of war, but of the cold, the hunger, the sickness. He was told once it entered the household it spread to everyone. He was told they did not suffer. He visited their graves only once.

AFTER

He hadn’t intended to stop in Moscow, but he had run out of money when he got there. Refusal to use any of the skills taught to him by his late father, he used instead what he had learned during his time away. His fists were all he had left besides a few pieces of clothing, and while they weren’t as strong as a bereta, they got him enough attention that important people began to notice. He didn’t care that the volki made money off of him, didn’t even care how much of it went to him. 

He had heard somewhere it didn’t matter how hard you hit, only how hard you could be hit. He’s been waiting for the final blow for three years now.

Every hit brings him more and more peace, and each night spent in the ring was a night where dreams could not haunt him. 

; ; oh.. you are A SHADOW WHERE A MAN ONCE STOOD, VANISHING JUST AS QUICKLY AS YOU HAD APPEARED ; YOU WERE NOT ALWAYS FERAL, SIMPLY A PRODUCT OF YOUR COLDEST YEARS ;  THEY DROPPED LIKE FLIES WHILE YOU WERE FORCED TO BE AWAY, AND SO YOU SWORE YOU WOULD NEVER RETURN WHEN YOU PUT THEM IN THE GROUND ; JUST A LONG LIST OF UNFORGIVEABLE SINS YOU WILL CONTINUE TO ADD TO UNTIL YOUR HANDS BREAK ; SEE LONG AGO YOU HAD STOPPED WONDERING WHY YOU SURVIVED, AND YOU HOPE STILL FOR THE RIGHT HIT AT THE RIGHT TIME AS YOU HEAR THEIR CALLS, SIX FEET UNDER AND KILOMETERS AWAY  .  (  mona,  21,  PST,  she/her. )

[sofiayakovna]

 𝐋𝐄𝐓  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐖𝐀𝐑  ,  SOFIA YAKOVNA SYTNIKOVA  ,  the  SOVIETNIK  of  the  volki  is  seen  traversing  the  streets  of  moscow  ,  but  the  bratva’s  rivals  swear  that  she  is  originally  from  PETROGRAD;  perhaps  it’s  THE DEMISE OF THE ARISTOCRACY ON WHICH SHE ONCE PREYED that  brought  them  here  .  fellow  members  of  the  volki  liken  their  resemblance  to  LINDSAY DUNCAN  .  the  SIXTY-SIX  year  old  CIS FEMALE  was  COSMOPOLITAN &.  DISARMING before  the  war’s  ruination  ,  but  in  the  aftermath  have  become  CONNIVING  &.  DOMINEERING  .  rumours  throughout  eastern  europe  have  given  them  a  reputation  of  LUXURIOUS FURS THAT ARE FLIMSY TO THE TOUCH, CONVINCING FAKES PLEASING TO THE EYE BUT LACKING CRAFTSMANSHIP OR PRACTICALITY ; A THIN FINGER WITH A GLITTERING RING, GLOVED QUICKLY TO HIDE THE DISCOLORATION WHEN THE JEWEL IS REMOVED ;  QUAINT STORIES OF BETTER DAYS FILLED WITH DELIBERATE LIES ; A SUDDEN LIMP OR PRACTICED COUGH WHEN FRAILTY IS THE PROPER DEFENSE  ; PERFUMES SO SACCHARINE THEY BORDER ON BLOODY ; A VASE OF FLOWERS PLACED ON A TABLE ONLY TO HAVE SOMETHING TO SMASH OVER A HEAD ; and MATERNAL FERVOR, GIVING, DOTING, AFFECTIONATE AT ITS BEST, WRATHFUL AT ITS WORST  (  max,  26,  est,  he/him.  )

i. basics

name: sofia yakovna sytnikova 

nicknames: sonya

age: sixty-six

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/her

nationality: russian

ii. stats

height: 5′6″

eyes: hazel

hair: blonde

mbti: esfj-a

alignment: lawful evil 

iii. background

TW: Mentions of Drowning

Sofia Yakovna was born in St. Petersburg in the year 1854. The daughter of servants, she grew up on the fringes of the old aristocracy, a sulking, waifish thing lurking on the edges and waiting for the chance to step over the dividing line. The opportunity first arose when her parents came under the employee of a certain count and countess’s summer estate. The young Sofia, insisting then, as she does now, on being called Sonya, charmed her way into the heart of a certain daughter her own age. And from her, she enjoyed little gifts, stole little trinkets, and began to familiarize herself with the rules and etiquette of the upper crust.

Sofia played these games for much of her young life. One daughter would give access to a brother, and that brother would give access to boys from other families. And while she was not part of this world, she could weave through it, poke and prod it, and bend it to her will. She once allowed a young son of the count to swim out too far simply to dive after him from the water’s edge and bask in the glory of the rescue. But the play would not remain fulfilling into adulthood. 

Options did exist. She could marry, of course. But the mere thought of some lowbrow husband made her shudder, and the sparkling young men so willing to befriend her as a child suddenly turned their eyes to other prizes. The young Sofia ultimately entered employ as a parlor maid for a well-off family, resigning herself once again to life on the diamond outskirts

The volki came in the early 1880s, still in its infancy but growing quickly. Sofia had been spying on a party in her employer’s home when a certain young man, an unrecognized guest, spotted and approached her. Now, wasn’t she just the prettiest thing? Flattered, enamored by his praise, and fueled by jealousy and hunger, she found herself suddenly in the business of secrets, pilfering them from eavesdropped conversations and locked drawers, passing them on, and enjoying the fruits of the labor.

Among those fruits was, of course, money. And as well as the role of the servant spy treated her, she knew, even then, she required more than it. And that was her greatest advantage: a knowledge of the wealthy, an intimacy with their ways, but no loyalty to them.

Thus, “Anna Vladimirovna” was born. This newly realized persona, the first of many, began appearing at parties, clad in cheap but convincingly elegant gowns, pretty under the proper light. We’re old friends, of course. You must call me by my affectionate name. Friend, confidante, no one knew her, but everyone did. And they must have, because she knew them. She knew private things no one but their closest companions would dare utter. And so, they invited her themselves,on holidays, to social affairs, chatted with her privately, and filled in the blanks of the picture with their own fake memories. 

Exploiter, manipulator, blackmailer, Sofia gradually staked her place as the eyes and ears of the volki in a glittering world fading far too fast, just as she was digging her talons into it.

However, this fantasy, the eternal party guest, the conwoman socialite, could not last forever. Revolution eventually came, violent and bombastic, and the aristocracy came to its knees. Anya or Olga or Katerina or whatever she was calling herself those days disappeared because she never existed. And so, no one would come looking for her.

Sofia emerged from private life with the war’s end. But to a true Russian of the old school, the world no longer looked like it once did. 

With a stern voice and a collection of anecdotes, gossip, and private tales, she is still, however, ready to offer consul when requested and to keep an eye on anyone who might try to topple this precarious new balance. After all, there are still rules, and there is still etiquette. But if she asks you to call her Sonya, one really must approach with caution. 

[vgiroux]

𝐋𝐄𝐓  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐖𝐀𝐑  ,  VALENTÎN  GIROUX  ,  the  VOLKI’S PRIZED JOCKEY  is  seen  traversing  the  streets  of  moscow  ,  but  the  volki  swear  that  he  is  originally  from  NORMANDY, FRANCE  ;  perhaps  it’s  THE THRIVING RACING INDUSTRY REVIVED BY THE VOLKI that  brought  them  here  .  fellow  residents  liken  their  resemblance  to  TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET.  the  TWENTY THREE  year  old  MALE  was  DRIVEN  &.  IDEALISTIC  before  the  war’s  ruination  ,  but  in  the  aftermath  have  become  SELFISH  &.  SECRETIVE  .  rumours  throughout  eastern  europe  have  given  them  a  reputation  of  gentle hands running across the flanks of a prize thoroughbred as in tune with its rhythm as their own body; a blade-sharp smile partially hidden behind a glass full of bottom-shelf liquor, as charming as it is dangerous; an orphan’s life left on the muddy, war-torn pastures of france where it can rot, along with the empty life of the boy who once claimed it; boyish whoops of victory at the close of a race well won carrying out across the racetrack .

birth name : valentîn giroux. gender : cis male. zodiac : gemini. birthplace : deauville, normandy, france. current residence : moscow, russia. languages : fluent in french and proficient in russian. position : the volki’s prize jockey. alignment : chaotic neutral. sexuality :  bisexual (heavy preference for men)

it’s 1920, fuckboys haven’t been invented yet, but val somehow manages to be ahead of his time! he’s somewhere between a con artist, a bad bitch and a weird horse girl 

content warning for: mention of intentional injury to another person, sexual blackmail, and eating disorders

grew up in rural normandy, france but doesn’t remember his mother who passed of sickness when he was six. he was given into the care of a local orphanage, who, as soon as he was old enough, sent him to work at a nearby bloodstock yard to earn his keep. at first it was just shovelling shit and moving hay, but as he got older, and more trusted, better tasks were added to his load. he was allowed to run the horses in the mornings (as though he had not been sneaking into the stables at night to ride them anyway) and taught to ride properly by some of the kinder trainers whenever they had an extra minute, as they noticed his connection to the animals after years around them growing in tune to their needs and signals

over time, he installed himself as an indispensable part of the stables, showing up day after day with a smile on his face, ready to work. at seventeen, as an important preliminary race approached, val intentionally sabotaged the jockey intended to ride it, spooking a horse into throwing the man and breaking his legs. with no time left to find another jockey for such a temperamental mount, the trainers turned to valentîn, who was small enough to meet the weight restriction, and an adept rider already. 

from the bottom rung of the ladder, val clawed his way up, until he was finally racing in the title races at the hippodrome deauville-la touques, and winning them, thank god. 

the war came and every day val prayed that it would end before conscription caught up with his age. the racetrack closed, and he went back to farm work, until, at 20, his prayers remained unanswered, and he was made a tunneler due to his small stature and lack of skills. he knew he wouldn’t last long down there, and took matters into his own hands once again. a sexual favour for an officer, and sly negotiation over blackmail because of it had him moved divisions, to work for the runners.

the war came to a close, and valentîn’s priorities turned once again to his dreams. he wanted to ride horses again, properly, but had no interest in going back to france. he had some rudimentry russian from the war, and heard whispers that the tracks there had gotten up and running again remarkably fast (perhaps by nefarious means) so he bought a one way ticket to moscow with his last wage packet and talked his way into a position with a well-to-do trainer, though his allegiances soon changed when the pakhan offered him the chance to work for more money, and with better horses

now the golden boy of the racing scene in eastern europe, he rides funded by the volki, and is all too happy to aid their financial dealings at the track by fixing races whenever he is asked,

without an education, or many friends in russia, he relies on his extroverted personality as armour. he’s afraid that he’ll never be more than a common farm boy no matter how others see him, and is obsessive in his pursuit of a better life. he restricts his eating dangerously to keep under the strict weight limits for the races, and prefers the company of the horses to people unless he’s filled to the brim with gin or arrogance

wanted connections can be found here !! 

[albasantez]

Intro and Wanted Connections

 𝐋𝐄𝐓  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐖𝐀𝐑  , ALBA SANTEZ  ,  the  SERVER  is  seen  traversing  the  streets  of  moscow  ,  but  the  volki  swear  that  she  is originally  from  IRELAND  ;  perhaps  it’s THAT SHE IS AN ORPHAN THAT WANTED TO FLEE HER LAND TO FIND A BETTER LIFE.  that  brought  them  here  .  fellow  residents  liken  their  resemblance  to  SARAH BOLGER  .  the  TWENTY SEVEN  year  old  FEMALE  was  OPTIMISTIC  &.  CHARMING  before  the  war’s  ruination  ,  but  in  the  aftermath  have  become  BOISTEROUS   &.  SLY .  rumours  throughout  eastern  europe  have  given  them  a  reputation  of  RED LIPSTICK STAINED ON GLASSES, PERFECTLY PAINTED FINGERNAILS AND HANDS ROAMING NAKED SKIN   .  (  Sam,  18,  GMT,  SHE/HER.  )

Basics:

Name: Alba Donaghue Santez

Age: Twenty Seven

Occupation: Server

Sexuality: Bi-Curious

Moral Alignment: Neutral Evil

Family: Parents - unknown, sibling(s) - unknown (wanted plot)

Biography:

Alba was put into an orphanage not even a year after she was born, but with a different name. She was born Darla Annabelle Santez. She was left on the doorstep of a small orphanage in Cork, Ireland. She grew up there until the age of seven when the mistress said that they could no longer handle her attitude. She was then sent to another orphanage, she lasted a month at this one. Then she went to another, and another. That was until she was fifteen and after six months of planning, she left. 

She sneaked out of her current orphanage which wasn’t hard, a run down building with minimal security for the children. She had a little money saved together from petty crimes she had committed, mainly a bit of thieving and occasionally selling drugs if she could get away with it without someone telling her mistress. However it wasn’t enough to catch a boat, so she had to sneak onto the boat as well. This was more difficult but she had a good cover story. On the boat she met a man, a man who offered to get her false papers to change her name. She paid the man with all the money she had and he gave her papers. 

She was now Alba Donaghue Santez. She kept her last name as it was the only tie to her family that she had. She did not know them, but she felt deep down they had a good reason for not wanting her. Perhaps she was wrong, perhaps she was right but it did not matter. Alba had arrived in Moscow and was determined to begin a new life. She lived on the streets (and occasionally cheap rooms) for years until she turned twenty two. She got a job as a server and managed to turn her wreck of life into something that she found worth living.

Alba’s main priority is to look after herself, always. She’ll do whatever she has to do to stay alive. She’ll steal, fight and seduce. The only thing she has managed not to do is kill. She finds that thought makes her sick to her stomach. She now lives in a small apartment by herself. She was optimistic before the war, always hoping for a better life. Now, she is cynical and loud. She will do anything to get what she wants.

Wanted Connections:

Romance:

Lover, Lover: This would be someone that Alba sleeps with regularly. Alba has romantic feelings for this person, and she enjoys their company but she has yet to admit that this is more then one of her usual flings to them. (Male or Woman) (0/1)

Long time no see: This is someone that Alba met when she first moved to Moscow. Someone that showed Alba the ropes of the city. This could be Alba’s first true love, or just a mentor. They helped her but eventually they fell out of contact, and they have now come back into Alba’s life. (Male or Woman) (0/1)

Wreckless Trainwreck: These are people that Alba knew when she was on the streets. She slept with men to gain control and money. She never had feelings for these people, but instead used them for any means necessary. (Male) (0/6)

Friendship:

Raised by wolves: People she knew from the orphanages, or from the streets. People who were there for her during hard times and during the years where she had nothing. Some are very trusted, others not so much. (Male or Woman) (0/5)

Talk to me: These are people that come into the bar regularly. They are close with her. She does not trust them, and will not tell them much about herself. She will listen to their problems though and will try to give them advice if they need it. (Male or Woman) (0/?)

Forever and Always: This is Alba’s ride or die, someone she is more then ready to die for. Someone who she will protect no matter the costs. They’ve known each other for years and she trusts this person with her whole heart. (Male or Woman) (0/1)

Enemies:

Fuck you, Fuck me: This person is the one person that Alba can barely tolerate. She is rude, sarcastic and mean to this person however they can’t seem to stop bumping into each other, or seeing each other. someone give me some hate smut (male or female) (0/1)

[amarineberger]

𝐋𝐄𝐓  𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐖𝐀𝐑  ,  AMARINE BERGER ,  the  MECHANIC is  seen  traversing  the  streets  of  moscow  ,  but  the  volki  swear  that  she  is  originally  from  MONTPELLIER, FRANCE  ;  perhaps  it’s  AN ACHE FOR THE UNCONVENTIONAL AND UNKNOWN  that  brought  them  here  .  fellow  residents  liken  their  resemblance  to  ALICIA VIKANDER  .  the  THIRTY  year  old  FEMALE  was  DARING  &.  MOTIVATED  before  the  war’s  ruination  ,  but  in  the  aftermath  have  become  SUSPICIOUS  &. FLIPPANT.  rumours  throughout  eastern  europe  have  given  them  a  reputation  of  BRIGHT, FLINTY EYES, WHITE KNUCKLES FISTED ‘ROUND A WRENCH, A BULLDOGGISH TENACITY AND  DISDAIN FORTHE SOCIETY THAT BORE YOU. 

Mechanic. Bicon. Aries. Contrarian. Dumbass! 

Sparknotes summary of miss Berger is below, I’ll likely be posting a full biography later on, but in the meantime, please come plot with me! I’m meg (she/her), and I’ll try to get around messaging people soon! Hello and howdy.

Born amongst French aristocracy, willingly forfeits inheritance to strike out on her own and avoid being under the hand of her parents. Liked to instigate trouble as a child.

Shacks up with some people in the Bohemian movement, generally uses this time to woo women and drink shitty alcohol. Accomplishes .. little. (Other than perhaps horrifying her family).

Amarine then travels across Europe by earning funds through menial labor, eventually ends up working for an elderly Romanian couple, whose son owns a mechanic shop. She works under them for some time, breaks a few fingers and eventually picks up the trade with some degree of skill. Enjoys the physicality of the work. Doesn’t mind a mess.

Transient by nature, eventually makes her way to Moscow, and in employment at the Boneyard. Fascinated by the Volki, perhaps to an unhealthy degree. Has always had an underlying violent streak, is impressed by the way the Volki wield power.

A pessimist! Loves to wallow in worst-case scenarios.

Sort of a bitch, but in, like, a fun way. Simultaneously friendly and unapproachable.

Likes to keep her hair tucked out of the way. Is in possession of a shit-ton of scarves.