Post by ukraini on Mar 5, 2011 19:44:54 GMT -5
Yekaterina "Katyusha" Braginskaya
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NAME:[/font] Yekaterina "Katyusha" (Katya to family) Braginskaya
AGE: 18
GRADE: Senior
NATIONALITY: Ukrainian
POSITIVE TRAITS:
- motherly;; she has a strong attachment to weaker and younger creatures, and is sure to be caring towards them.
- physical strength;; after many years of farmings, her arms and shoulders have become rather formidably strong.
- kind-hearted;; she keeps the best interests of others in mind as much as possible.
- loyalty;; you won't have to worry about her betraying you, she will stay true to the end.
- gentle;; she is always careful - never forceful.
- patient;; she will not rush you, if she can help it.
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
- her breasts;; they often get in the way of everyday tasks, and cause poor Katya back and shoulder pains.
- memory;; her memory is not very good, and she can be forgetful; not the woman you want to trust with a delicate and important task, although she will try her best.
- crybaby;; she will cry over just about everything, from a bit of fertilizer staining the carpet to her suspenders not fitting correctly.
- dependent;; Yekaterina is by no means an independent woman; she relies heavily on the help of others.
- clumsy;; she is not the most graceful dancer in the ballet.
LIKES:
- taking care of others
- western music
- weaving
- football/soccer
- cooking {specifically borscht, varenyky, and pirozhki}
- her sister and brother
DISLIKES:
- violence
- stressful situations, anything that will make her cry
- farming {she's pretty much sick of it}
- roughness, she sees no point in it when you can be gentle
- rude people
FEARS:
- that she will forever doomed to farm in the rural lands of Ukraine.
- that one day her breasts will do serious damage to her spine.
out of character
NAME: It's preferred if I'm called Kaz or Kazzy, thanks. ^^
OTHER CHARACTERS: Hopefully I will be playing Czech on here, too. I also roleplay Germany and England, but obviously not on here.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
"Oh, Vanya!" The small brown door opened precariously, not very well-made and ready to make its final swing, to reveal the cheerful and awe-filled voice. The small brass doorknob smacked against the wall, making the large Ukrainian jump. "O-oh..." She frowned at the door, but was too caught up in her excitement to become truly upset about it. "Vanya, come out for a moment! It's krasyvyy̆* out here! The sunflowers are blooming!" Her hands, calloused from the years of labour, clenched together happily. Oh, Ivan would be so happy! After so long of trying, and trying, and trying to get the flowers to flourish, they had finally met expectations.
However…even after several attempts at calling him out, Yekaterina received no response. Since when was Ivan uninterested in sunflowers? She had, after all, slaved over them. Even he had come out some days to help her tend the flowers. “Vanya…?” She quickly made her way through each room, seeing no sign of the Russian man. Where was he? She couldn’t find him! Every corner she turned and was met with no Ivan, the harder it was to resist the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. What if something had happened to him? Speaking of that, she hadn’t seen Natalia around lately… Oh dear! Tears finally beginning to make their way down her face, she reached up to fix her headband, the concern nearly overwhelming. “M-maybe if I call him…” the words weren’t as coherent as she would have liked, but there was not much she can do about that as she dabbed at her eyes with her dirty sleeve. She grabbed the old, cheap phone, unsurely punching in the numbers…wait…what was his phone number again? Five-five-five…eight-two-three-three? No…eight-two-two-three? Not that either! “Oh – oh no! Vanya!” She couldn’t remember his number, either! How was she going to get a hold of him, now? Maybe she could go over to Natalia’s house and see if he’s over there. Yes…yes, that’s what she would do. She would be able to find him, then, and share the wonderful sunflower news! Tears slowly coming to a stop, she sniffled, grabbing a tissue (she had boxes of them stationed in every room of the house) and wiping at her nose and eyes. “Okay, Vanya, Katya is coming to find you!”
*Ukrainian for 'beautiful', but of course transliterated into the Latin alphabet.
However…even after several attempts at calling him out, Yekaterina received no response. Since when was Ivan uninterested in sunflowers? She had, after all, slaved over them. Even he had come out some days to help her tend the flowers. “Vanya…?” She quickly made her way through each room, seeing no sign of the Russian man. Where was he? She couldn’t find him! Every corner she turned and was met with no Ivan, the harder it was to resist the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. What if something had happened to him? Speaking of that, she hadn’t seen Natalia around lately… Oh dear! Tears finally beginning to make their way down her face, she reached up to fix her headband, the concern nearly overwhelming. “M-maybe if I call him…” the words weren’t as coherent as she would have liked, but there was not much she can do about that as she dabbed at her eyes with her dirty sleeve. She grabbed the old, cheap phone, unsurely punching in the numbers…wait…what was his phone number again? Five-five-five…eight-two-three-three? No…eight-two-two-three? Not that either! “Oh – oh no! Vanya!” She couldn’t remember his number, either! How was she going to get a hold of him, now? Maybe she could go over to Natalia’s house and see if he’s over there. Yes…yes, that’s what she would do. She would be able to find him, then, and share the wonderful sunflower news! Tears slowly coming to a stop, she sniffled, grabbing a tissue (she had boxes of them stationed in every room of the house) and wiping at her nose and eyes. “Okay, Vanya, Katya is coming to find you!”
*Ukrainian for 'beautiful', but of course transliterated into the Latin alphabet.
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