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Danika Orlov

"Only the wisest and stupidest of men never change.|"

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a character in “Blinding Lights”, as played by Caille

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NAMEXXDanika OrlovGENDERXX Cis Female
NICKNAMESXXNika, Dan, DaniNATIONALITYXX American-Russian
AGEXX Twenty-FiveHEX CODE: XX 038A80
SEXUALITYXXPansexual

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H E I G H TXANDXB U I L D: 5’6” and slender.

Danika Orlov is a woman of grace and sophistication. There is hardly any moment in which you will not see her dressed up to the nines or looking the best she can. Part of being a socialite and under the watchful eye of many, is that at any moment someone could be trying to get her at her worst, but Danika rarely lets that happen.

When she was younger, she despised wearing dresses unless it was for skating. She could not stand it, but slowly she learned the ways of coming from wealth from her grandmother. If she wanted to gain the attention and hold said attention the best way was in a perfectly hand crafted outfit. This typically meant wearing dresses and heels from various designers across the globe.

Danika herself is slightly about average height, standing at five foot six. She has a slender build which has aided her in her athletic career, but she doesn’t offer a lot of curves. Her limbs are long, but her muscles are toned from all the training she has done in her life.

She has dirty blonde hair that falls down in loose waves resting in the middle of her shoulder blade. That is when she has it in a natural state, Nika is known to have her hair professionally done or done by herself and she goes through various routines to keep both her skin and hair in good shape.

One of her standout features is how small her nose is and how slim her face gets. Not to mention the freckle by her eye, it would be hard to mistake her for anyone else.

Not many people know this, but Danika does have a couple tattoos, but she only has them in places that are typically covered by clothing.


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P E R S O N A L I T Y:
Danika usually has one of two impressions on people. The first one is that she is charming and incredibly charismatic in the way that everyone feels as though they’re friends with her. Danika makes a point of being well known in the socialite world, but not only to have favours owed to her when she needs them, but to gain other people’s secrets. Danika trades things for knowledge, and she may not be proud of everything she’s traded for said knowledge, but she has the ammo she needs. Everyone has a secret and Danika is keen on finding out those said secrets.

The other impression that she gives off is the cold and aloof one. Danika doesn’t actually like many people, or more so she wants to, but she keeps her distance. She is very often in the background listening even if you think she isn’t. Danika has been good at not interacting with people at times because most people bore her and most secrets that she finds out are rather boring.

The thing with Nika is that she deeply does want to love and take care of people, but people don’t usually want the same things. People are cruel, callous, manipulative, and monsters. She has a hard time trusting people and their intentions because of her past, and sure she shouldn’t base it off of past experiences, but after the revolution it further solidified her hunch on society.

Danika although not trusting most people. She can trust herself and how stupid people are sometimes. She can easily talk her way out of any situation.

F E A R S:
Danika has several fears and one of those is held deep within herself that she doesn’t really admit and tries to work through a lot, but she is afraid of men to an extent. They are completely irrational and unpredictable at times and after her past she’s not keen on them. She is hugely afraid of her step father in particular and hates being near him. She has thought of so many ways she could try to get rid of him. Something less serious is that Nika has a fear of thunderstorms, but she hates to admit it and tries not to show it.

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(TW: Mention of multiple forms of abuse (subtly), death and illness in this bio.)
Danika was born as the eldest daughter in the Orlov family. The family comes from a line of politicians, socialites, debutantes, athletes and much more. For as far back as the history goes money has never been a real issue and to most people looking there would be the perception that she was fed with a silver spoon and everything was handed to her. Danika will admit that she has been privileged to have no financial burdens and can be relatively humble.

As soon as she could learn to walk her parents Anna and Zayne were assessing what kind of sport she may be into along with various other skill sets. The couple never wanted their children to be without the knowledge to overcome any situation they were in, and quite honestly Danika never felt that her life was abnormal. .

It was soon found that Danika’s passion and skill best suited figure skating. Immediately they spent money on her skates, outfits and the best coaches they could gain. This was easy for them to throw all the money into their child in hopes she would become an Olympian like some of their other family members.

At the age of seven years old, Danika’s younger sister Victoria was born. Danika hated having a little sister at first and was cold towards her. Danika only focused on her studies and her skating. There wasn’t a whole lot else she was even allowed to work towards, but from time to time she was a fan of books and would sneak in Harry Potter novels or Alice in Wonderland.

Her father Zayne had passed away due to kidney cancer. His battle was a long journey, but it at its end sooner than the Orlov family would have thought. Danika was only eight years old at the time and her mother became very distraught. This meant that Danika was now in charge of her sister and making sure everything went right because their mother had gone completely absent for years.

Danika always made sure Victoria was clean, fed, and had a warm place to sleep. It wasn’t long before she was reading her books to Victoria. When Danika was eleven years old, her mother slowly came back around, but wasn’t quite the same, that was when their grandmother came into their lives full time. She was there to watch after both girls and make sure Anna got the help and recovery she needed.

Her grandmother was Nika’s favourite person. They baked together and got ready for her figure skating competitions. It almost helped her forget the absence of her father, but apparently her mother chose to fill that void with another man, Patrick.

From day one Danika despised Patrick and refused to be nice to him unless she had to keep up appearances. It was her grandmother who taught her how to be in the socialite life and it really helped her grow confidence, which seeped into her competitive side in skating.

At the age of thirteen, Patrick became her step dad, or as she always called him, a step monster. She watched the way he stared creepily at women and girls in general, and there was something in her gut that told her he just wasn’t right. To make matters worse in the same year her grandmother passed, so it was just her and Victoria to take care of each other.

She was fifteen when the next tragedy in her life came about. The one thing she felt about Patrick ended up being true. Her mother was out late running errands and her sister was doing harp lessons. It was just the two of them home and he had cornered her. A variety of situations occurred that night, and they were ones that tore Danika down. It made her have a lack of trust in most people and it was when she decided the world was an awfully ugly place.

From there Danika did her best to finish her studies early by being home schooled by tutors. She got her high school diploma early and this led for full time training. Danika was seventeen when she moved out to be at one of the most prestigious training camps that ended up aiding her to achieving the life long goal of her father. She had secured a spot in the Olympics at the age of 19. She did not place as a medalist but she did get in fourth place for the short program.

It was from then that she decided to take a break and go to university. She got her bachelor of arts with a major in political science and a minor in Public Relations. Danika eventually went home to take care of her mother who was sick. She was not in well enough shape to take care of her business, but she only trusted it to her eldest daughter Danika, it was what Zayne would have wanted.

During the revolution Danika’s big hope was to help others through who needed a safe place or needed to escape. Near the end of the revolution it became apparent the rich were to lose their wealth and that’s when her step father fled with her mother..

So begins...

Danika Orlov's Story

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noah lawson
the medic - #879788 - outfit

i hear the voices when I'm dreaming
i can hear them say
carry on my wayward son
there'll be peace when you are done

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The last thing Noah wanted to do after yet another long shift was go to some awards ceremony for “significant figures in the revolution.” He’d seen enough of the revolution in person and he didn’t particularly want to be reminded of it. But Gabriel had said that they’d invited representatives from the Emergency Department after their role in things, and so Noah had agreed to go. Apparently there was going to be free alcohol and free canapes, which was at least something.

It had been six months since the revolution ended, and things were being rebuilt. They had a new government that was already implementing sweeping changes. It wasn’t official yet, but word around the hospital was that in the next few weeks, the healthcare system was going to move over to publicly funded. Public housing had already been implemented and the number of homeless people on the streets was dropping rapidly by the day. The damage caused in the rioting and fighting was long gone, just a memory.

But it was a memory that was sticking in Noah’s head. The nightmares weren’t as intense as they had been in the initial aftermath, but they were still very much there. The scar on his stomach was healed, but there were mornings he awoke and for a few seconds, the pain was still there. When he walked down the street, he was waiting for an ambush, for an explosion, for anything. The entire group of emergency med residents had stopped going to bars after work because every time a glass shattered, they all flinched and almost launched back into action.

Thankfully, the awards ceremony didn’t seem to dwell on the actual fighting too much. It seemed to be more government focused, awarding and recognising those who had protected their communities throughout the fighting. Someone who had helped smuggle people out of the fighting, someone who had created safe spaces for their community... They were in what appeared to be the last few awards when they began describing a scenario that was uncomfortably familiar.

“The next award we’d like to present is to someone who was selfless and brave on the front lines. We are deeply grateful to all of the staff of Scarmouth’s Emergency Departments who put themselves in harm’s way to save lives and minimise loss of life. But this man drew attention for his actions after he was photographed treating the wounded, even as a government soldier had a gun pointed at his head. Stories from those who served on the front lines tell us this was not the first or only such of these incidents, and that this doctor fearlessly and selflessly treated the wounded indiscriminately. Tonight, we would like to recognise Dr. Noah Lawson of SUH for his bravery and thank him for his service with the Medic’s Hero award.”

Noah glanced over at Gabriel, and the man’s small smile gave away where all this had come from. All around him, people were applauding, some even getting to their feet. Noah just wanted to climb under the table and wait until the moment passed, but he couldn’t. He managed a smile as he stood up and made his way up to the stage, taking the statuette and shaking the presenter’s hand. And then one of them smiled and said, “Would you like to say a few words, Doctor?”

Noah could feel the blood drain from his face. He instinctively looked back towards Gabriel, whose smile had slipped slightly but who nodded, somewhat encouragingly. Noah swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry as he felt what had to be hundreds of eyes on him. He wanted to shake his head and run back to his seat or possibly just straight out of the room, but everyone was watching, waiting, waiting to see if he lived up to what they expected. He knew he wouldn’t, but he cleared his throat.

“Thank you all for this aw- w- w- for this recognition.” He started. He tried remembering every single bit of advice he’d been given on how to minimise it, but his head was blank. And anyway, the rising discomfort and anxiety in his chest as he saw people glance at each other at his stammering was going to completely counteract anything he tried. He kept it as brief, knowing it was probably too short, but he couldn’t get off the stage quickly enough. And then they moved on to some other award, and eyes were finally off him.

“Noah, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise there would be a speech-” Gabriel said as Noah made it back to the table.
“It’s f-fine,” Noah said, sitting back down. The statuette was clutched so tightly in his hand it was starting to dig in, and he released it, stretching his hand a few times. He could feel Gabriel watching him for a few seconds, but his attention eventually turned back to the stage. As they announced the final few awards, Noah was restless, unable to concentrate or focus on anything around them. As the awards wrapped up, the hosts invited everyone to mingle and have a few drinks and canapes in the adjoining bar. As everyone moved, rushing to the bar at the promise of free food and alcohol, Noah slipped away, saying something about the bathroom to Gabriel. The bathroom was quiet and calm, exactly what Noah wanted and needed. He wet his hands and ran them down his face. For the half a moment his eyes were closed, he saw the barrel of the gun pointed at his face, saw his hands coated in blood- was it his own or someone else’s? He shook himself out of it, almost physically. He dug in his pockets, fishing out the pills he knew he had. There was one almost heart-stopping moment where he couldn’t feel them- and then his hand closed around the bottle. He tipped two out and swallowed them dry, taking a deep breath. And then he stashed them back in his pocket and headed back out towards the bar.


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hatch williams
the mechanic- #400026 - outfit

i wasn't born yesterday
a bloodsport but I'm a saint
it's time to consider
there are no winners

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Hatch hadn’t specifically received an invite to the awards ceremony, but an open invitation had been publicly issued for people to celebrate those who had been nominated and recognised. And the promise of free booze had been enough to lure Hatch into attending. And besides, she was curious to see the types of people who were getting recognised.

Choosing an outfit had taken her a while. She didn’t tend to get dressed up all that much and finding something she could actually stand wearing for a while was difficult. She’d contemplated a dress for a while, but nothing seemed right. And then she found the suit and everything fell into place. Roger looked confused for just a second as she stepped out of her room in heels and makeup. And then he jumped off the couch and ran towards the door.

“Not this evening, buddy.” He whined a little. “Trust me, buddy, I’d love to bring you, but don’t want to draw attention to myself. Not this evening. You look after the house for me, okay?”

By the time Hatch reached the hotel, she was fashionably late. She thought that she might have been out of luck with regards to getting a seat, but apparently the organisers had anticipated the demand as she was shown to a seat at the very back of the room. Her view of the stage was somewhat obscured, but that didn’t overly trouble her. She sat, her legs crossed, and watched the awards with some level of scepticism and interest.

They had an interesting range of awards for sure, and one thing that she noted was that the range of people that were being recognised was significantly broader than the old government would have recognised. There were people of all ages, all areas of the revolution, from all areas of the city. The focus seemed to be on bravery and loyalty, and things took a turn into the overly patriotic for Hatch. The speeches were at least kept brief and non-preachy. There were a few figures that she had heard mention of somewhere along the way, but none of them seemed to match what she imagined. One thing that struck her was the fact that none of them stood out. She'd walk past half of them in the street.

Eventually, the awards wrapped up, and Hatch followed the surge of people towards the bar. Her first priority was to get her hands on a glass of champagne, and then she turned to scan the room, seeing if there was anyone of interest to talk to. She new there had to be plenty, but scanning the room, nobody particularly stood out to her. She took a long sip of her champagne and stayed watching the room.

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Damien had never worn such fine clothes. He could tell they hadn’t been worn much by how little give the fabric had when he moved. When they called his name to present the award he’d gone on stage just to say he wished to refuse the award, certain he was eliciting several inward groans from the crowd. He understood that people wanted to be celebrated, but he did not want applause for himself for doing the bare minimum - caring for others.

He’d planned to leave promptly after but then decided he’d hang around until after the event to see if they’d donate the leftovers to his Congregation. Not that they ever went hungry but it was rare for them to have a feast such as this event. Unable to refuse from a lifetime of food scarcity, every time a platter was offered with another tasty finger food he’d pop another into his mouth until he felt he might burst. Self-moderation had never been his strong suit no matter how hard he tried.
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Magnolia stared into her champagne flute, echoes of memories reflecting back at her. How many boxes of champagne had been spent to fuel frivolity while others hungered and here she was still engaging with frivolity. Of course she knew these people deserved celebration, hence her largely funding the awards. She had wanted to stay home, but of course the visual of one of the board members behind the awards being absent was unfavorable.

It had felt strange to sort through her closet. She hadn’t touched anything on the hangers in months, still zipped away in a joint garment bag stuffed out of sight. Everything she had seemed too extravagant, yet it didn’t seem appropriate to buy something new for the event. The heather silk lines of the bodice elongated her figure, dazzling golden embroidered flowers twinkling under the light. Once upon a time she would have scheduled an entire day at the salon before an event, complete with a bit self-pampering. After several failed attempts to style her hair, she’d thrown it all into a hair tie clipping a weave around the hair gathered atop her head and called it a day.

Since she’d arrived she’d hardly said a word, doing her best to be seen yet unnoticed. The others at her table had gone to mingle by the bar, Magnolia lingering behind nursing the shame glass of champagne she had been for the last half hour. It had always been a favorite of hers, but all she could remember was how the last time she’d had champagne she’d been toasting her father.

“Fuck this,” She finally mumbled under her breath, sliding the glass back onto the table and walking over to the bartender. “Do you have bourbon? Double, neat please.”

“Hard night?” Damien looked over at the slender woman beside him, eyebrow quirked.

“Aren’t they all?” Magnolia said more to herself than Damien. She hadn’t realized it was him until she looked over, though she supposed should have recognized his voice given he was on stage less than an hour ago. “Ahh, Father Damien...don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of making your acquaintance before.”

“We all know each other at this point,” Damien teased, taking Magnolia’s hand as she offered it. He knew who she was, had seen her in the news more than once. Why pretend to be strangers when the world has already made an introduction for them?

“I suppose so,” Magnolia offered a weak smile in return.

“Have a great night.” He didn’t have a drink, instead tipping his bottled water her way and giving a knowing grin. Damien knew when he made people uncomfortable. There were people who were drawn to him, and people who were skeptic. He could tell by the way the corner of her lips twitched downward that she was ill at ease around him. There was no sense in sticking around where you weren’t welcomed wholly.

“You too,” Magnolia said to the back of his head, watching as he walked out onto the balcony. She wasn’t surprised when Damien had denied his award. She hadn’t expected it but she wasn’t surprised. He was a radical guy by nature, she’d read his literature before. People like that had a hard time leaving the revolution behind, she could relate.

Damien found Danika looking out over the ruins of the city. Many buildings were still destroyed, some streets still blocked by rubble or barricades. Still when the sun set over it, the sky was painted in every shade imaginable.

“Never thought I’d end up in a place like this,” Damien said as he stepped beside her. He knew Danika had grown up going to events such as this. Damien wouldn’t have been able to even score a job serving drinks. He looked over to her, searching her expression to try to place where her mind was.

“Wanted to ask you if you like my speech?” Damien gave Danika a familiar smirk. She had always been the one to call him out when he transcended to a new level of pretentiousness, something he’d grown to appreciate. He had a feeling she’d have a few choice words about it.

The bartender still hadn’t come with Magnolia’s drink. She looked over to see them polishing glasses without a care in the world. Sighing heavily, she leaned over the bar trying to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Admittedly she’d grown used to people ignoring her, their own punishment in this strange world. After an incident at a cafe where a barista spat in her coffee before sliding it across the counter, Magnolia has mostly given up on ordering for things in person. Of course it was always in a moment of weakness she’d try again - always left in the same position.

“Magnolia Wrenley?” Said a voice from behind her. Enough people knew her at this event that she didn’t think twice when she turned around. Before she could even see the person, the contents of their drink splashing in her face. Bits of ice hit her skin with an cold slap, the sweet alcohol getting into her eyes before falling down onto the front of her dress.

She stood there in shock for a moment, security descending on the drink-thrower and dragging them off before Magnolia had a chance to wipe her eyes. Droplets were still clinging to her lashes but she didn’t need to see to know people were staring. Her mouth opened to speak, catching her words before they passed her lips, her tongue pushing along the corner of her lips. She could taste the makings of a cosmo, they didn’t even have the decency to throw a good drink at her.

“Here,” The bartender offered a towel, reaching across the bar to hand it to her. She took the towel, nodding with appreciation. Before they walked away they poured her bourbon, sliding it across the bar with a sheepish expression. Magnolia detested pity but in that moment was just thankful for a drink.

“Thanks.” Magnolia took a long drink, patting herself down with the towel. Thankfully she had no idea how to do make up like they used to do in the salon, and what make up she did wear had been waterproof. She supposed she should have gone to the bathroom to wash herself off but right now she just wanted to finish her bourbon.


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ImageBlake had absolutely zero care for social events and even more so when they were getting something. The revolution had been bad enough, but now they wanted to remind everyone of it by having a big party where people could get a piece of paper or metal to boast around in their house, but all it would be would be the sad reminder that people had lost their lives, people were suffering mentally and yet people like them still had no home.

Despite Blake’s obvious hostility towards the event they figured they would go. It was best to present yourself in a social situation and at least play nice, but that wasn’t a skill set that they had, Blake was incredibly blunt and to a point.

Yet they had still managed to get a dress that was just above the knees. It was black and sleek while it hugged their body a little, but also left a comfortable room. Buttons went down the entire thing, similar buttons to what you’d find on a suit jacket. Blake would dress up, but they were not changing out their black Balenciaga sneakers for any other kind of shoe.

They had been seated with a glass of champagne in hand as the awards were being handed out. There were a lot of them and various people were getting them. Blake couldn’t help, but notice that Magnolia was among the people here tonight, which was a bit of a piss off.

ImageDanika sat next to Blake Langston and noticed they seemed mildly perturbed. “Penny for your thoughts?" She inquired as Blake Langston had been quite intriguing and a big name in the revolution.

“I am over it. Don’t want to be here.” Blake said as they began to swish around the liquid in their tall glass as the stem sat nestled between their fingers.

“You are welcome here, but if you really hate it return home?" She suggested to the short haired individual.

“Perhaps, but not much to return home to. Might as well dress up like Barbie and accept my stupid award.” With that the contents of champagne went down their throat smoothly.

“You do not have to accept it. It is your choice on what you do.” With that Danika got up from her seat as they began bringing out the other awards.

Danika did not particularly care to sit and watch people be tormented with awards. That poor doctor that ended up stuttering. Instead she sipped on her scotch as she made it out to the balcony for fresh air. She could hear more awards being announced, but the end did not seem in sight for some time.

She did keep the door open so she could continue listening at the least. She heard a few people give actual speeches, but she wasn’t prepared for the one she heard from Blake.

“I would like to say thank you for this award tonight, but to be perfectly honest I don’t even want this stupid thing. Is this supposed to mend things after everything that happened? Is this an ‘I’m sorry I spent money that should have gone to you on these flashy awards instead.’ It is utter bullshit. This will not magically make my night terrors go away, this will not make those lives lost be found again. Maybe instead of a fancy awards show you guys should be doing more work to better this shit hole. “ With that Blake chucked the award into the audience somewhere, not really caring for much else as they walked off the stage and headed towards the bar.

As Blake was ordering an Irish coffee, they noticed Damien makin his way over to the balcony where Danika was

“And here you are.” Danika said to Damien as he stepped next to her. Her entire life was filled with events like these and it sucked, but it taught her to be social with people. “These things are not usually so outrageous and dramatic, but the aftermath of a revolution I would presume.”

Danika was comfortable in Damien’s presence. She knew any opinions she had she didn’t have to keep them so under lock and key.

“Your speech? It was simply divine.” She said with a bit of a chuckle as she pressed her lips to the rim of her glass and tilted it back so the contents could hit her taste buds. “It would appear that many people were not a fan of the awards this evening, but I am not surprised.” She said, shaking her head slightly.

“What are your plans for the rest of the night? I cannot imagine you would actually want to stay.” Danika said with a bit of a laugh.