Post by belaya volkchik drocellmeyer on Apr 11, 2013 12:00:03 GMT
Belaya Volkchik Drocellmeyer
Hey, my name is... Belaya Volkchik Drocellmeyer
But most call me... Belaya, Belle. Whatever you want, I guess...
If you want to, you can label me... bisexual
I've been on this earth for... about sixteen years
Which means I was born... November 24, 1996
I'm a... nothing.
And only a... person struggling to survive.
I have power over...if you must know... ice.
My eyes are... blue
And my hair is... dark brown
One could say... I look much, much older and stronger than someone my age. I look dirty, messy and intimidating. I've been living on my own in the wild so I guess it's only natural. I also have numerous scars, everywhere. At the moment, I am pretty much a wild beast.
I'm normally seen wearing... anything that doesn't restrict my movement. I also constantly have my dagger with me at all times. Other than that I'm not very picky.
And I supposedly look like... Hailee Steinfeld
All round, I'm... just someone who is smart enough to survive in the wilderness for another day. Well, of course there's more to me than that but... If that's what you want to hear then I'll tell. I am smart. I learn things quickly and can adapt just as easy. There is little that can startle me as I am always on my guard. However, I'm not good with people. Social situations in particular. If someone will try to approach me I usually automatically assume them as hostile. People are scary, even more so than other predators that I have faced.
Let me tell you something else, I hear voices inside my head. I've learned to suppress them but sometimes they do help. Especially Kras. She's the first voice to appear and the strongest. Sometimes I can't suppress her. I also don't really like her. She says things that she shouldn't. Insulting our mother and father. In fact, she's why I can never return home. So, yeah, Kras is bad.
I'm in love with... my dagger, food, living to see another day, peace and quiet, sweets and hiding
Though I detest... being a faerie, open spaces, not being able to do anything, constricting clothes and pain
But my best assets are... being able to survive and being a quick learner
However my worst are... my horrible social skills and lack of verbal restraint
And I dream of... I spose living to see another day. I kinda wish for my family to reunite and be happy but I know that will never happen.
My life story... I was born in Russia to the owners of a horse club thing. Things were simple then. I guess I wasn't treated the best but it wasn't as bad. I would ride horses when I wasn't being tutored. Then, I just had to ruin everything. Yes, that's right. I ruined our perfect family. The day I found out I was an ice faerie. Borea, whatever.
Daddy was drunk that day, we clashed, I panicked and the cold air around us froze him. Gave him a nasty frostbite. He was angry, oh so angry. He unleashed his fire powers but I got away with just a mild scald. Daddy stormed off and came back sober but still angry. He confronted Maria about it. Apparently she cheated on him with some ice borea faerie thing. I had no clue what they were talking about at the time but mother informed me later about them and the other races. I think she also said something about Northvale....
Father started abusing mom and me then mom, in return, hurt me. Eventually that pitiful human ran away, unable to deal with the pain and shame that was included in her everyday life. That's what dad said at least. When Maria left, father hurt me more and more but I was okay with it. He used sharp things on me, hit me, kicked me, spit on me and even raped me. I deserved it all for being the daughter of a bitch and some man-whore. He taught me that being Borea was a shameful thing. He was just trying to be a good father, that's all.
Soon after this, we moved to some countryside place in England. This was around the time Kras was born. The other voices came soon after. The abuse continued here but was better hidden with make-up. The police there were harder to corrupt... I think I was about 9 or 10 at the time. Kras hated my selfless father, hated our punishments. Every time, I told her to suck it up. We deserved it, after all. Who were we to go against Master Father?
The day I heard that we might be going back to Russia, Kras lost it. She believed it would be too late as soon as we went back. So, she took over and suppressed me. Attempted an escape, only bringing a dagger and a lighter along with her. Father came chasing after us with his flames, drunk as hell. It was easy for her to use our ice powers to freeze him, this did occur during winter... She froze him as best as our powers allowed. Kras might have killed some nerves in his face and leg if I look back at it now.
Father screamed curses at us, telling us how he'd hunt us down if he ever saw my face again. I could never return now all thanks to that stupid Kras. So, I lived in the wilderness and scavenged from the trash for clothes or food scraps. Whatever I couldn't get from scavenging, I got from hunting. I wasn't very good at first and there were many hungry nights but I learned. I learned how to make a good fire, ward off predators; how to stay alive. Now, around 6 years later, I've traveled all the way to Northvale. Who knows what will happen?
I was born to... Maria Drocellmeyer and Master Father. I never did learn daddy's actual name...
My ooc name is... Wolfie[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... for more than 1 day
The Secret Word is... PASSWORD ACCEPTED
