AshesToAshes
01-15-16, 08:42 AM
Name: Katya Kuchov.
Nickname/Alias:* Kat.
Age: 25.
Race: Human.
Height: 5’3” .
Weight: 110lbs.
Occupation:* Former barmaid, wanderer.
Personality:
Katya’s personality is a bit hot-and-cold. She can be very cold and stand-offish towards people and has major trust issues. She is also deeply enveloped in her passions, and will defend them until the bitter end in heated arguments. Katya is definitely no lady. If provoked or hit on in a tavern, she will out belch any man or creature.
History:
(Hey; y’all said to be creative…)
Katya was originally born Yelena Boyarov and was born to two loving parents devoted to their heritage and religiously practiced traditions. She was raised in a small farming community in one of the many valleys nestled in the jagged mountains of northern Salvar. Her father was a fur trapper, and her mother was simply a housewife, as was tradition. She is the youngest of four distinctly bright-eyed children, having two older twin brothers (Pyotr, the strongest, and Viktor, the swiftest; four years older) and an older sister (Tatyana, the most obedient; six years older). Growing up as the youngest, she was always treated with the most delicate care and rarely left her home village.
From a very young age, Yelena always wanted to follow in her father and brothers’ footsteps and learn basic combat, survival skills, and explore the mountains and forests that surrounded her village. But because of tradition, her mother made sure to groom young Yelena to grow up and become the perfect housewife in a future arranged marriage; learning basic skills such as cooking, cleaning, sewing, and learning to play native songs and lullabies on her family’s lyre. However, this did not stop her from sneaking off with her brothers to play fight, learn nontraditional music, hunt small animals, learn basic trapping, and to fish in small streams.
At the age of ten, she witnessed her older sister go through with an arranged marriage, and watched her leave the village. At first, Yelena blindly accepted it as fulfilling a family tradition. But each year when she saw Tatyana, she would notice the loss of her individuality, her quick sense of humor, and finally the spark from her eyes which came with caring for her husband and raising two children of her own.
Eventually at age seventeen, her father began introducing the sons of other fur trappers and hunters as suitors for an arranged marriage. After many failed meetings because of Yelena’s souring attitude and now frequent disappearances to the forest (mostly to play her lyre in angst), her father and mother presented her with the young man she was destined to marry. He was the eldest son of the owner of the fur trading post her father and brothers worked for. Though he did not have any sort of skills or looks that were particularly enthralling, he did possess a competence for business and charisma. After many arguments, knowing she was defeated, Yelena was already being whisked away to be fitted in to her mother’s traditional native wedding gown and adorned with precious family heirloom jewelry.
On the snowy night before her wedding, Yelena did not sleep. Thoughts of how terrible this would be for her and her free spirit plagued her mind. She knew she wasn’t ready to be married to a man she hardly knew or produce any children by him, either. Hell, she certainly didn’t want to be anyone’s property, either. At seventeen, she did not know what her life would be, but it absolutely wouldn’t be what others had carved out for her. Almost instantaneously, she got dressed and quietly gathered a large pack, her father’s small trapping tent, Viktor’s dagger, Pyotr’s bow, six arrows, and quiver, her lyre, ropes, and some basic nutrition supplies. As she donned her thick fur cloak, fur hat, and boots, she sighed deeply; wondering if this was her only chance at independence and freedom. Without a second thought, Yelena slipped through the door in silence, and began to step through the snow towards the mountains.
After several weeks of travel, struggle, solitude, and survival, Yelena stumbled across a small village in shambles nestled in a pine forest far to the west of her hometown. She felt a rumble in her stomach as she passed a small tavern in the main square and decided to enter, at least to warm up. As she settled down in front of the fireplace, she overheard two older fur trappers chatting about the runaway bride of the heir to the fur trade post to the west, before stepping out in to the snow. She wished she had heard more to gain any information that her family was still looking for her, if she was presumed dead, or what would happen if she were to be found. After striking up friendly conversation with the owner, seeing her charm, and learning she had no home, he offered her a barmaid job in exchange for simple meals and lodging. She agreed. When he asked her name, she hesitated before confidently asserting, “Katya. Katya Kudryashov”.
Since that day, Katya has been traveling from depressing village to depressing village throughout northern Salvar working as a barmaid. Now a twenty-five year-old woman still on the run, she is currently nestled in a thick forest trying to decide whether to keep heading west, or to continue her journey south. At the moment, Katya has no direction as to who she is or where she wants to be; but she knows the journey will be anything but easy.
Appearance:
Katya is a very small and petite woman with skin basically paler than the moon. She sports long (down to her lower back), ash-brown hair which she keeps down and straight as a pin. Her eyes are a bright seafoam green that dazzle even on the darkest of days.
She commonly wears a deep-necked cream colored linen shirt under a thicker brown suede sleeveless tunic with a black leather belt to make her ensemble more form fitting. She also wears tight brown suede pants to match her tunic. Katya’s favorite piece of her ensemble are her thigh-high dark brown fur-lined leather boots where she conceals her dagger. She always wears her brown leather fingerless gloves to protect her hands without sacrificing her dexterity. On her back, she carries her pack. While wandering around her campsites or hunting, she carries a brown leather quiver with six arrows and a wooden bow.
In the cold, she ventures out in a heavy black hooded fur cloak and a thick fur hat.
Skills:
Katya’s skills are very basic and are mostly in the realm of beginner - Intermediate.
Hand-to-Hand Combat - Very much a beginner. She learned a few techniques from her older brothers and can kick shins when she’s provoked.
Cooking - Basic techniques learned from her family and trial and error during her time on the run.
Sewing - Basic knowledge to fix a ripped garment and to hem fabrics to fit her small frame.
Hunting/Trapping/Archery/Fishing/Navigation - All basic skills learned from her father and brothers, but has picked up more bits through trial and error while in the wilderness.
Music - Katya is a skilled musician. With a few strums of her lyre, she can lull even the most plagued insomniac to sleep. Music brings her comfort in times of great stress or uncertainty.
Abilities:
Speed - Katya is a sprinter in the sense she can run fast to escape a confrontation, but will quickly tire out and slow down. She will sprint at about three-times the speed of the average human to avoid confrontation, but will slow down to the speed of twice the average human and progresses down further as her stamina dwindles..
Bishh-Slap - A physical move learned after having two older brothers and working in a bar with brutish men. There is minimal damage (if any), as it is not very effective. One can only bishh-slap so much before tiring out and succumbing to exhaustion.
Shin-Kick - [See Bishh-Slap].
Conditioning - Along with her limited speed, Katya has kept up a good physical fitness in the sense she can swiftly climb trees, leap over low-laying obstacles, and can swim strongly.
Equipment/Weapons:
Equipment:
Large Burlap Backpack - Taken from her father, this old, tattered thing carries all of her possessions, clothing, and survival needs on her back.
Basic Survival Gear - All items taken from her father and brothers’ trapping packs. These items range from a brass compass, a small canvas tent, a wool sleeping sack, flintstones for fire, basic cooking utensils, and a canteen to carry fresh water.
Wooden Lyre with Nylon Strings and Plectrum - Handed down to her through generations; Katya’s musical instrument of choice… and angst.
Weapons:
Small iron dagger - A small iron blade with a black leather grip used for cutting and defense purposes only.
Old wooden bow, six arrows, and quiver - Stolen from her brother, these are primarily used for basic hunting and intimidation of someone crosses her path. She bluffs, of course, because she does not yet possess the training nor skill to use these swiftly or effectively.
Nickname/Alias:* Kat.
Age: 25.
Race: Human.
Height: 5’3” .
Weight: 110lbs.
Occupation:* Former barmaid, wanderer.
Personality:
Katya’s personality is a bit hot-and-cold. She can be very cold and stand-offish towards people and has major trust issues. She is also deeply enveloped in her passions, and will defend them until the bitter end in heated arguments. Katya is definitely no lady. If provoked or hit on in a tavern, she will out belch any man or creature.
History:
(Hey; y’all said to be creative…)
Katya was originally born Yelena Boyarov and was born to two loving parents devoted to their heritage and religiously practiced traditions. She was raised in a small farming community in one of the many valleys nestled in the jagged mountains of northern Salvar. Her father was a fur trapper, and her mother was simply a housewife, as was tradition. She is the youngest of four distinctly bright-eyed children, having two older twin brothers (Pyotr, the strongest, and Viktor, the swiftest; four years older) and an older sister (Tatyana, the most obedient; six years older). Growing up as the youngest, she was always treated with the most delicate care and rarely left her home village.
From a very young age, Yelena always wanted to follow in her father and brothers’ footsteps and learn basic combat, survival skills, and explore the mountains and forests that surrounded her village. But because of tradition, her mother made sure to groom young Yelena to grow up and become the perfect housewife in a future arranged marriage; learning basic skills such as cooking, cleaning, sewing, and learning to play native songs and lullabies on her family’s lyre. However, this did not stop her from sneaking off with her brothers to play fight, learn nontraditional music, hunt small animals, learn basic trapping, and to fish in small streams.
At the age of ten, she witnessed her older sister go through with an arranged marriage, and watched her leave the village. At first, Yelena blindly accepted it as fulfilling a family tradition. But each year when she saw Tatyana, she would notice the loss of her individuality, her quick sense of humor, and finally the spark from her eyes which came with caring for her husband and raising two children of her own.
Eventually at age seventeen, her father began introducing the sons of other fur trappers and hunters as suitors for an arranged marriage. After many failed meetings because of Yelena’s souring attitude and now frequent disappearances to the forest (mostly to play her lyre in angst), her father and mother presented her with the young man she was destined to marry. He was the eldest son of the owner of the fur trading post her father and brothers worked for. Though he did not have any sort of skills or looks that were particularly enthralling, he did possess a competence for business and charisma. After many arguments, knowing she was defeated, Yelena was already being whisked away to be fitted in to her mother’s traditional native wedding gown and adorned with precious family heirloom jewelry.
On the snowy night before her wedding, Yelena did not sleep. Thoughts of how terrible this would be for her and her free spirit plagued her mind. She knew she wasn’t ready to be married to a man she hardly knew or produce any children by him, either. Hell, she certainly didn’t want to be anyone’s property, either. At seventeen, she did not know what her life would be, but it absolutely wouldn’t be what others had carved out for her. Almost instantaneously, she got dressed and quietly gathered a large pack, her father’s small trapping tent, Viktor’s dagger, Pyotr’s bow, six arrows, and quiver, her lyre, ropes, and some basic nutrition supplies. As she donned her thick fur cloak, fur hat, and boots, she sighed deeply; wondering if this was her only chance at independence and freedom. Without a second thought, Yelena slipped through the door in silence, and began to step through the snow towards the mountains.
After several weeks of travel, struggle, solitude, and survival, Yelena stumbled across a small village in shambles nestled in a pine forest far to the west of her hometown. She felt a rumble in her stomach as she passed a small tavern in the main square and decided to enter, at least to warm up. As she settled down in front of the fireplace, she overheard two older fur trappers chatting about the runaway bride of the heir to the fur trade post to the west, before stepping out in to the snow. She wished she had heard more to gain any information that her family was still looking for her, if she was presumed dead, or what would happen if she were to be found. After striking up friendly conversation with the owner, seeing her charm, and learning she had no home, he offered her a barmaid job in exchange for simple meals and lodging. She agreed. When he asked her name, she hesitated before confidently asserting, “Katya. Katya Kudryashov”.
Since that day, Katya has been traveling from depressing village to depressing village throughout northern Salvar working as a barmaid. Now a twenty-five year-old woman still on the run, she is currently nestled in a thick forest trying to decide whether to keep heading west, or to continue her journey south. At the moment, Katya has no direction as to who she is or where she wants to be; but she knows the journey will be anything but easy.
Appearance:
Katya is a very small and petite woman with skin basically paler than the moon. She sports long (down to her lower back), ash-brown hair which she keeps down and straight as a pin. Her eyes are a bright seafoam green that dazzle even on the darkest of days.
She commonly wears a deep-necked cream colored linen shirt under a thicker brown suede sleeveless tunic with a black leather belt to make her ensemble more form fitting. She also wears tight brown suede pants to match her tunic. Katya’s favorite piece of her ensemble are her thigh-high dark brown fur-lined leather boots where she conceals her dagger. She always wears her brown leather fingerless gloves to protect her hands without sacrificing her dexterity. On her back, she carries her pack. While wandering around her campsites or hunting, she carries a brown leather quiver with six arrows and a wooden bow.
In the cold, she ventures out in a heavy black hooded fur cloak and a thick fur hat.
Skills:
Katya’s skills are very basic and are mostly in the realm of beginner - Intermediate.
Hand-to-Hand Combat - Very much a beginner. She learned a few techniques from her older brothers and can kick shins when she’s provoked.
Cooking - Basic techniques learned from her family and trial and error during her time on the run.
Sewing - Basic knowledge to fix a ripped garment and to hem fabrics to fit her small frame.
Hunting/Trapping/Archery/Fishing/Navigation - All basic skills learned from her father and brothers, but has picked up more bits through trial and error while in the wilderness.
Music - Katya is a skilled musician. With a few strums of her lyre, she can lull even the most plagued insomniac to sleep. Music brings her comfort in times of great stress or uncertainty.
Abilities:
Speed - Katya is a sprinter in the sense she can run fast to escape a confrontation, but will quickly tire out and slow down. She will sprint at about three-times the speed of the average human to avoid confrontation, but will slow down to the speed of twice the average human and progresses down further as her stamina dwindles..
Bishh-Slap - A physical move learned after having two older brothers and working in a bar with brutish men. There is minimal damage (if any), as it is not very effective. One can only bishh-slap so much before tiring out and succumbing to exhaustion.
Shin-Kick - [See Bishh-Slap].
Conditioning - Along with her limited speed, Katya has kept up a good physical fitness in the sense she can swiftly climb trees, leap over low-laying obstacles, and can swim strongly.
Equipment/Weapons:
Equipment:
Large Burlap Backpack - Taken from her father, this old, tattered thing carries all of her possessions, clothing, and survival needs on her back.
Basic Survival Gear - All items taken from her father and brothers’ trapping packs. These items range from a brass compass, a small canvas tent, a wool sleeping sack, flintstones for fire, basic cooking utensils, and a canteen to carry fresh water.
Wooden Lyre with Nylon Strings and Plectrum - Handed down to her through generations; Katya’s musical instrument of choice… and angst.
Weapons:
Small iron dagger - A small iron blade with a black leather grip used for cutting and defense purposes only.
Old wooden bow, six arrows, and quiver - Stolen from her brother, these are primarily used for basic hunting and intimidation of someone crosses her path. She bluffs, of course, because she does not yet possess the training nor skill to use these swiftly or effectively.