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Katia Pasternak

"I don't deal in what-ifs and maybes. You either act, or you watch."

0 · 115 views · located in New Cairo, Egypt

a character in “Quintessence”, originally authored by Talisman, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Darkness breaks, Moon awakes, night now brings the stars it makes.
Moon beams fall, Light up all, From silvery woods there comes a call.
Grayish blur, Shaggy fur, Food is this night creatures lure.
Brown deer, Very near, It is brought down full of fear.
Deadly bite, Very tight, Every wolf will feast tonight.

β–Œβ–ΊAGE
xThirty-Five

β–Œβ–ΊGENDER
xFemale
SEXUALITY◄▐
.x.........Heterosexual

.ETHNICITY◄▐
x..........Ukrainian
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/ / / / / Goddamn right, you should be scared of me. / / / / /
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x178 CM

β–Œβ–ΊWEIGHT
x72 KG

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β–Œβ–ΊHAIR COLOR
xBlonde

β–Œβ–ΊEYE COLOR
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Hailing from a military background, Katia would rather draw a weapon to deal with her problems. However, since she is unable to keep herself armed at all times, more like than not she's forced to draw upon her morphologist's skill set. She demonstrates a sort of controlled wildness; her eyes turn predatory and talons and fangs tear at her enemies as she continuously shifts her physiology on the fly.


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Katia is a pretty creature. Her face is a smallish thing, with her eyes being her largest feature. She stands taller than the average female, and her build is considerably more than average. Muscle is corded through her body giving her a powerful and displined frame. From just looking at her, it's obvious the woman has a training regiment, one she keeps up with dutifully. Callouses mark her palms and fingers, and scars etch across her knuckles. Scars also dot the rest of her body, but mostly have faded from time. Her wrists bear Cyrillic words ΠšΡ€ΠΎΠ² Π²ΠΎΠ²ΠΊΠ°, and when translated say "Blood of the Wolf." Another tattoo sits on the top of her rib cage, though this one she keeps hidden. Upon inspection, it is clearly the brand of the Red Triad

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/ / / / / Tili tili bom, the nightbirds are chirping. / / / / /
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Though selective about a few stretches of her past, the majority she's willing to share if asked. Katia was born in the Ukraine, Yalta to be specific, to a middle class family. She can trace her magical lineage through her mother, who was also a Morphologist, and her grandmother before that, while her father provided the stiff spine of a soldier. Her father was a career man who was usually away on duty, leaving Katia's mother to take care of their child.

Still, even though he was absent for long stretches at a time, when he was around he was a loving bear of a man who cared for his wife and child more than anything else. Though as stiff as Katia turned out to be, the man still had a warmth about him. He urged Katia to excel in whatever she did, and to do nothing in half measures.

Katia was about eight when she demonstrated her Morphologist power, accidentally sprouting a horn while in the middle of class. It was... Embarrassing, to say the least. Still, from that moment on her mother began to teach her how to control her magic. Life continued in this fashion, getting an education from both school and her mother, but soon it became evident she'd eventually follow in her fathers footsteps as a soldier. When she was eighteen and finally of age, she enlisted in the military. There, the Katia of today was beginning to emerge.

They taught her how to shoot a gun precisely, gave her a stiff-back and a sense of self-respect, and taught her how to fight. Mages are useful for warfare, but it was here that Katia got her first taste of restriction. She was assigned to a magician group and given a list of rules she must obey. She could not use her powers completely, and she could only use them in the battlefield, and never in the public. She never rose in the ranks because of it, possessing a tendency to shift in public, and disobey any order that restricted her as a mage.

Still, she was a good soldier, so she was never discharged, though she came close a few times. On a few occasions, she believed she had her father to thank for that... She spent a decade and a half in the service before she finally allowed leave due to circumstances concerning her mother. It's here that gaps start to appear in what she's willing to tell. She glosses over what she did in the service, and outright refuses to reveal what the circumstances that led to her leave were, but her mother conspicuously stops being mentioned afterward.

A few years afterward, another gap appears, the time between then and what led her to New Cairo. Though an inspection of the tattoo riding on the top of her right ribcage would reveal the Red Triad brand, indicating she has had some dealings with the group. Now however, if asked about them she'll call them terrorists and leave it at that.
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/ / / / / Oh, tell us oh, we belong way down below. / / / / /
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β–Œβ–ΊBRANCH OF MAGIC
xMORPHOLOGY

β–Œβ–ΊOCCUPATION
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Katia Pasternak's Story

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        New Cairo's city was almost as diverse as its population, boasting a number of different locations and districts, all home to different types of people. A cacophony of voices echoed through out the Red Sand as fans watched their favorite sports teams battle it out in the stadiums, none of them ever becoming too unruly with the ever watchful eye of the Raptora staring at them. When such one of these fans dared so, they were almost immediately rounded up and taken to one of the smaller facilities, some even grateful that they'd never be stuck in one of the cells in Ivaldi.

        It was a place where reality seemed to bend and warp given the unnatural silence of the building, and if put in there for so long it wouldn't be a surprise for them to come out missing a few screws in their head.

        Although seemingly ancient to most citizens, the Old Market held a lot of history in it, history that shouldn't be waved away by a hand and forgotten. A casual stroll through the market stalls could lead to seeing many old relics of the past, some which the older citizens will fondly remember, but others may see them as collectables, or even worthless. Though none can deny that there is a certain piece about the area.

        With the abscence of city lights, noise and the more advanced technology, you're simply left with you're own thoughts and the presence of those around you. And while technology is beneficial in many ways, taking the time to have a honest conversation with another human can have its perks as well. Nethmar University's halls were filled with its all mage student body, the only real quiet locations in the school being the occasional classroom and the many libraries. If you happened to pass one particular room you might have even seen a myriad of mages practicing their branches of magic.

        The Pulse District was as lively as it always was, despite the occasional fight that broke out in bars, and sometimes spilled into the streets. But under all of everyone's drunken, carefree attitudes was dormant anxiety. The Red Triad has been particularly incessant on attacking the Pulse District, and in the darkest hours of the night, you can often see members of them openly recruiting people.

        While there are some that will openly mock them and all other mage supremacists, others are more hesitant to speak of them. Though there isn't any doubting that the Red Triad is in the corner of every New Cairo citizen's mind, everyone is waiting to see what they do next, especially the Raptora.

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