Post by Akiho_Puchiha on May 11, 2011 19:10:17 GMT -5
Name: Katya 'Kat' Povaily (Ukraine)
Age: 23
Occupation: Stripper
Background:
Katya thought it was time for her to stop supporting her younger siblings and to take care of herself by herself as well. Oh, she was wrong. Not being able to afford the rent of her shabby motel room and the bills, Katya found a Want sign in a strip joint. Though this was not what she wanted and intended to work out, Katya is happy she can at least "take care of herself" now. She's nicknamed 'Kitty' or 'Kat' in the joint.
Personality:
Katya is a very fragile character. Being a very friendly and caring woman, she is simply not fit for the dirty occupation to be a stripper. But she needs the money. She would do anything to get the job done, occasionally helping out her siblings every now and then as well, despite her fragile personality, She is prone to burst in tears, but that excites her clients more...Moe, as they all call it? Due to this, she gets some more money than most strippers do. She's a hardworker, and determined. But all she needs is a little push. A goal to get what she needs.
RP sample:
Stepping out of the musty, dank joint, Katya closed the door with a 'click'. All hoots and loud hollers were settled to "murmurs", to not cause any more distractions for any bystanders. A cold day, Katya noted as the wind blew over her ash-blonde hair.
If she were back home, she would be used to it. It would be freezing cold. But in a big city like this, it was as if she had forgotten. It was usually very warm.
Hurrying towards her "apartment" (though it would be quite far from it), Katya's heels clicked as she scurried towards the street. "Ay, sweetcheeks." A voice stopped her in her tracks. From the alleyway?
Peering into it even for a multisecond, she was pulled into the dirt-covered, garbage-filled area. His face shadowed, a drunken man towered over her figure. His eyes lingered towards Katya's voluptious...Oh dear.
"If you may please excuse me," She dipped under his arms, almost out of the alleyway, until he grabbed her left arm. "No can do-ooo..." In her silent frustration, Katya struggled in vain against the giant. If only...!
She kneed the man in the groin before fumbling with the contents of her coin purse. Hurry, hurry---!!
Nothing. Almost nothing... A pen. The man's grip showed the ferocity he felt, and she found herself against the wall. "Now..." His hands inched towards her.
Thrusting the pen into his collarbone, Katya was in panic. She stumbled, breaking out of his grip, running out of the alleyway with broken heels. His piercing holler made birds fly in alarm, but that didn't matter now.
She had to get home. Now.
Age: 23
Occupation: Stripper
Background:
Katya thought it was time for her to stop supporting her younger siblings and to take care of herself by herself as well. Oh, she was wrong. Not being able to afford the rent of her shabby motel room and the bills, Katya found a Want sign in a strip joint. Though this was not what she wanted and intended to work out, Katya is happy she can at least "take care of herself" now. She's nicknamed 'Kitty' or 'Kat' in the joint.
Personality:
Katya is a very fragile character. Being a very friendly and caring woman, she is simply not fit for the dirty occupation to be a stripper. But she needs the money. She would do anything to get the job done, occasionally helping out her siblings every now and then as well, despite her fragile personality, She is prone to burst in tears, but that excites her clients more...Moe, as they all call it? Due to this, she gets some more money than most strippers do. She's a hardworker, and determined. But all she needs is a little push. A goal to get what she needs.
RP sample:
Stepping out of the musty, dank joint, Katya closed the door with a 'click'. All hoots and loud hollers were settled to "murmurs", to not cause any more distractions for any bystanders. A cold day, Katya noted as the wind blew over her ash-blonde hair.
If she were back home, she would be used to it. It would be freezing cold. But in a big city like this, it was as if she had forgotten. It was usually very warm.
Hurrying towards her "apartment" (though it would be quite far from it), Katya's heels clicked as she scurried towards the street. "Ay, sweetcheeks." A voice stopped her in her tracks. From the alleyway?
Peering into it even for a multisecond, she was pulled into the dirt-covered, garbage-filled area. His face shadowed, a drunken man towered over her figure. His eyes lingered towards Katya's voluptious...Oh dear.
"If you may please excuse me," She dipped under his arms, almost out of the alleyway, until he grabbed her left arm. "No can do-ooo..." In her silent frustration, Katya struggled in vain against the giant. If only...!
She kneed the man in the groin before fumbling with the contents of her coin purse. Hurry, hurry---!!
Nothing. Almost nothing... A pen. The man's grip showed the ferocity he felt, and she found herself against the wall. "Now..." His hands inched towards her.
I'm sorry--!
Thrusting the pen into his collarbone, Katya was in panic. She stumbled, breaking out of his grip, running out of the alleyway with broken heels. His piercing holler made birds fly in alarm, but that didn't matter now.
She had to get home. Now.