Post by Tamara M. Belikova on Sept 17, 2012 7:43:08 GMT -5
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TAMARA MIKHAELA BELIKOVATHATS MY NAME DONT WEAR IT OUT
Full Name: Tamara Mikhaela Belikova
Nickname(s): Tama, Mara
Canon/Original/Adoptable: Original
Birthday/Place of Birth:December 5th, Moscow Russia
Current Residence: Atlanta, Georgia (her group was kind of nomadic before they were seperated)
Family: Tatiana Belikova (mother, deceased), Mikhael Belikov (father, missing)[/left]
IN A BROKEN MIRROR
[/color]Height: 5'6"
Body type: Curvy but lean with definition to her figure.
Skin tone: Pale
Eye color: Green
Hair color and typical style: Short, Straight or Wavy, and Dirty Blonde
Played By: Scarlett Johansson
Special Markings (tattoos, piercings, scars, etc): A few scars litter her torso and back from fights but nothing major.
My Style:
Tamara used to prefer all sorts of clothing before hell broke loose, she particularly liked dressing up when she could, but that has all changed. Now her wardrobe is only that which is practical now, her main outfit consists of a white tank top, a lightweight brown long sleeved shirt covers this. On her bottom half she wears a pair of dark jeans that tuck into a pair of tough brown leather boots that reach up to just below her knees. The boots are practical with flat bottoms, more like riding boots than anything though not cowboy in nature.
She doesn't wear much jewelry, but around her left wrist rests a bracelet made of steel with a couple of black and red beads adorning it. In the middle of said bracelet is a brooch with a rose engraved on it, red and black in color, the bracelet is something she never takes off as it belonged to her mother. On her other wrist a simple bracelet made of cord and beads wraps it snugly. On her back is a quiver of arrows that go with the compound bow she carries with her over her arm, on each hip is strapped a kama. A kama being a small scythe like weapon, the handles made of wood and the blades of steel. Her last weapon is a Glock 22 RTF with a flashlight attachement.[/right]
IT'S GOOD, Y'ALL
[/color]Likes:
hunting, hand to hand spars, oranges, sketching, violin
Dislikes:
dark chocolate, cold showers, overpowering perfume or cologne, coconut, metallic tastes (ex: blood)
What was/is your characters dream/goals: Finding out if Jack is alive so she can feed him to the Walkers herslf, finding her father, finding the rest of the boys of her merc group, killing as many Walkers along the way as she can.
Fears: being manipulated into a servant or simple stoodge, deep water[/left]
Its Who I Am
[/color]Personality: Mara holds herself with confidence at all times even if she doesn't feel it, she knows weakness can be the deadliest thing in any situation with opposing forces. The unfortunate side is that it often pushes people away and makes her appear haughty or aloof when really shes just assessing the situation. Underneath that however she is ever cautious, using smooth words and a calm aloof facade on first meetings often helps her appear more dangerous than she might actually be at that moment. She favors a peaceful resolution over a violent one, unnecessary wounds aren't something she wants but if it comes to a scrap don't think she won't enjoy herself. To the fullest. She'll make sure her opponent is down completely before she lets up, and if it's them tying to kill her she'll be even more brutal and most likely return the favor. Her sarcasm and unwillingness to back down though usually undermines her usually peaceful nature and incites violence with those more short tempered.
Once someone gets past the point of being a threat and actually on good terms with her then her more open side can shine through. She's a fan of sarcasm and puts on a tough front when it comes down to talk about survival, she'll tell you she's not sure about hope of a normal life but hell's not getting her without a fight. She could be what you call spunky, she doesn't like taking orders she doesn't agree with or being treated as if she isn't able to take care of herself. When it comes to people she doesn't mind getting chatty, she can even put up with hard to get along with people becuase she'll just blow off their comments with sarcasm of her own. Although if they plan on pushing her over her limits and to her temper they should probably expect a sock to the jaw rather than a yelling match. She'll quietly tell them what she means to say before getting some distance.
She's not lazy and she likes to stay busy so she'll take on just about any job offered to her, except maybe cooking, she's terrible at it and it's probably one of her most embarrassing points. She can cook something over a fire sure, it'll probably be a little burnt but it'll be edible, however domestic or gourmet cooking is just not her thing. Of course ask her about it and you might see the more bashful side and that side is one of those quietly outraged sides, full of red cheeks and pointless threats of a punch or kick to whatever body part if you're male and a stony silence if you're female. She's more comfortable with men because she's spent so much time as one of he guys with her merc band, she does deal with females but she's gentle with them, excessively so because of how delicate her mother was. It tends to make her a little awkward around some women, and her need to keep her past to herself often throws up a block or makes her lie blatantly which can cause trouble down the road when it comes to trust.
Mara has her flaws though that's for sure, when her buttons are pushed she's more likely to have a temper that doesn't quit. She has to be talked down otherwise whoever her object of anger is can get hurt badly if she doesn't move herself out of the situation r it doesn't get resolved, the violence tends to drive some people away but it's one of the only ways she knows. Lucky for most she has a good bit of patience but there are certain topics you just don't push at like her mother, Jack, or any weakness that has to do with her being weak and easily manipulated. She doesn't like being helpless and has no problem trying to prove she's not which brings us to her next flaw, she's over confident and reckless. She'll take any job you give her or any that seems the most dangerous, she likes the thrill and she likes the fact that she thinks that she can get it done without a hitch but that's not always the case of course. Her pride isn't easily scratched except when she fails and when that happens you'll see a more abrasive side to the young woman, she can get broody and more prone to keeping to herself unless you badger her and then her temper will flare something fierce to drive you away.
Strengths :
Survival Skills, Parkour Ability, Hand to Hand Proficient, Weapons Proficient, Experience with Dangerous Situations
Weaknesses :
Temper When Incited, Rebellious Streak, Overly Independent, Slightly Abrasive, Prideful
Habits: Biting her lip, rubbing at her bracelet, and narrowing her eyes all of these happen when she's agitated even if she doesn't show it anyway else.
Flaws:: Reckless and Overconfidence are dangerous things to be in a world like the one she lives in. Also her curves do tend to get in the way, her hips don't exactly help her fit into tight places very easy.[/right]
Its A Gift
[/color]Skills and Abilities: Being a mercenary means that Tamara was educated in four basic areas, hand to hand, weapons, survival, and espionage of course. Her hand to hands skills aren't any particular martial art, most of it is military style fighting as well as a mixture of boxing and kick boxing techniques thrown in. Her weapons training was broad though she took more to learning how to shoot a Glock, small blades, and oddly enough archery. She wasn't horrible with a Sniper Rifle but with their loud shots and heavy weight she hasn't been able to carry one around effectively.
Her survival skills and espionage skills are closely related, her survival skills have taught her how to live in an isolated environment or in the wilderness. Her espionage skills have a certain amount of survival to them, she's learned how to keep silent when needed and how to tolerate high levels of pain. Also learning how to move silently and easily in hard to get places, she knows how to scale a wall or fence when needed using what she's picked up about Parkour. Her last useful talent is field medicine, she's not fabulous but she can put in some temporary stitches if she has the supplies and make certain salves if the right plants are around but that's about the extent of her knowledge there. Her other two skills really have no place in a zombie apocalypse but she's a decent artist as well as an ok violin player, both were things her father wanted her to learn that she actually enjoyed unlike her ballet lessons that she put no effort into.
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We Ain't In Kansas Anymore...
Tatiana Volkov was just one of many accomplishments of Mikhael Belikov's, or so he bragged. She was an esteemed ballet dancer that the rather wealthy businessman managed to seduce after a couple of nights of wineing and dining. His doctor had of course convinced him that there was no possibility of him having children anytime soon so he didn't bother with any precautions, that however created Tamara. She was an accident but not a completely hated one, Belikov was in fact rather elated to learn he had a child on the way and without further ado married Tatiana. Due to being with child Tatiana decided it was time to wind down her career and became an instructor of ballet rather than the dancer she once was.
9 months later Tamara was born into a loving family, life was in a way perfect for the trio as Tamara grew. Tamara was a tomboy as a child, preferring to follow her father around rather than learn ballet at her mothers studio though she was forced into that eventually by her father. She spent most of her time playing in the dirt or toddling after her father, unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you look at it, her father wasn't exactly the straightest arrow when it came to business. He was competitive and intelligent, and not above breaking the law to get what he wanted when and how he wanted it. Tamara was going to be his prodigy but he was of course waiting on her to grow older, not wanting to spoil the girls innocence at a young age.
However the death of her mother would put him off entirely, not before she was made privvy to his lifestyle though. She of course was ready to take over but he wanted her to stay out of his business, he had lost Tatiana and couldn't bear to lose his daughter. She was forced into getting a normal job and living a normal life, this didn't sit well and when she was 16 she started work at cafe her father frequented, it was seen as harmless by her father but it let her eavesdrop. That was how she met Jack, Jack was her fathers newest hire for his newest job of taking out some competition. Tamara wasn't a repulsive girl and when she dared flirt with the man he responded well. He was older of course, only 20, but she didn't mind and he was a means to and end at first but unfortunately her heart grew fonder.
He made his employment extended with her father and the two grew closer, Jack used each resource and manipulative way he could to spring up more need for him. He taught Tamara in secret, her father getting busier and busier as his success rose, their 'relationship' stretched out over 5 years. Mikhael would eventually find out about them and it would drive Tamara to leave Russia to travel back to America with Jack when he finally left. After the death of Tatiana her father had been growing farther away from her and so he let her go for the time being, she however made sure to keep herself trained and threw herself into her training with Jack and the other four of her group.
There was more demand for mercenaries than one would think and Tamara kept herself on her toes. She and Jack continued their relationship but eventually they would have a falling out when he turned on in favor of a younger woman, she hadn't known how twisted he was and she sunk down in the ranks but kept herself quiet and waiting. When the apocalypse started it wasn't as hard for the mercenary group as some most likely, they were a well oiled machine and moved themselves around. They had been on the move to another job when they were got stock in Atlanta, the group was scattered when a heard came through. Tamara tried looking for the others but they were long gone when the confusion was over and it was easy to see staying in the city would be stupid, she took the opportunity to grab a crotch rocket and some supplies before setting out on her own.
Things haven't been eventful but here recently she's been picking up signs of other survivors more frequently, small signs but signs none the less and she can't help but be curious about the other people out there.
Bad Horror Movies Are The WORST
After getting seperated from her group Tamara had tried hanging around Atlanta some, hiding in abandoned buildings and the like but the place was just too dangerous. It was always crawling with walkers and because of their sudden shortage of food they were getting more desperate, they traveled in herds now and they combed even the seemingly vacant buildings for any piece of flesh they could. That meant that her efforts to set up any kind of safe area were ruined, she'd considered a bank, the vaults would be safe enough but there was always the chance of getting locked in one with no escape and starving to death or getting cornered by geeks in there. That wasn't something she was about to have happen and so once she'd been able she'd filled her bags with what she could and taken off on her 'Busa. The one she'd scavenged.
She wasn't sure where she was headed really, she'd combed around for any clues about safe houses but so far there was nothing. The military bases were the best bet but she'd have to make stops on the way of course, her supplies were meager but there were plenty of farms along the road that she could check for loot. That would have to do. Right now she was speeding on down the road on her bike, she had worn a helmet, if she was going down it was going to be with a bang and not because she hit her head on the road after crashing and got eaten by walkers that was for sure. She was disgusted at the thought of those disgusting things, it was crazy to think they had once been people but it didn't stop her from bashing their heads in. She had killed the living as a job before hell swallowed the planet so what was it to her if she mashed a few dead guys heads in?
A gathering of cars on the road had her slowing down but the place seemed to be abandoned, the blood and obvious crumpled metal let her know this was the work of some kind of crash. There was a few corpses with heads smashed in so she knew that geeks had caused it, but that meant that they had either won or the owners were now gone. Either way it presented and opportunity for her to scavenge more supplies and gas if there was anything left. She came to a stop and parked her bike at the ready, just in case whatever had caused it wasn't completely gone, before pulling her Glock from it's safe keeping in the back of her pants. She didn't bother clicking on the flashlight since it was midday but listened carefully as she moved towards the closest van. Pulling open the doors slowly she pointed her gun with her free hand but it appeared to be deserted and she hopped into the bac.
Bags and at least one canister of gas were in the back and she grinned, jackpot, she pushed her gun back into the back of her jeans before starting her sort through what was left over. Mostly it was just stupid stuff, spare clothes, some makeup and even a hair drying. Sentimental luxuries that didn't matter anymore, stupid. She rolled her eyes and kept searching before hitting upon a couple of boxes of bullets and laughing once in victory, she emptied the back of whatever else and began packing what she could use into it, she'd grab the gas last. She suddenly froze, the area had suddenly gotten rather quiet and she crouched, pulling her Glock again and peering out the windows for any trace of what had quieted the birds and crickets. Worst case scenario it was a herd, best case scenario it was the original owners returning for their stuff but she was confident she could handle both if need be.
Scribe Time
Name/Alias: Karma
Your Age: 21
Other character(s) at STL: None
Tatiana Volkov was just one of many accomplishments of Mikhael Belikov's, or so he bragged. She was an esteemed ballet dancer that the rather wealthy businessman managed to seduce after a couple of nights of wineing and dining. His doctor had of course convinced him that there was no possibility of him having children anytime soon so he didn't bother with any precautions, that however created Tamara. She was an accident but not a completely hated one, Belikov was in fact rather elated to learn he had a child on the way and without further ado married Tatiana. Due to being with child Tatiana decided it was time to wind down her career and became an instructor of ballet rather than the dancer she once was.
9 months later Tamara was born into a loving family, life was in a way perfect for the trio as Tamara grew. Tamara was a tomboy as a child, preferring to follow her father around rather than learn ballet at her mothers studio though she was forced into that eventually by her father. She spent most of her time playing in the dirt or toddling after her father, unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you look at it, her father wasn't exactly the straightest arrow when it came to business. He was competitive and intelligent, and not above breaking the law to get what he wanted when and how he wanted it. Tamara was going to be his prodigy but he was of course waiting on her to grow older, not wanting to spoil the girls innocence at a young age.
However the death of her mother would put him off entirely, not before she was made privvy to his lifestyle though. She of course was ready to take over but he wanted her to stay out of his business, he had lost Tatiana and couldn't bear to lose his daughter. She was forced into getting a normal job and living a normal life, this didn't sit well and when she was 16 she started work at cafe her father frequented, it was seen as harmless by her father but it let her eavesdrop. That was how she met Jack, Jack was her fathers newest hire for his newest job of taking out some competition. Tamara wasn't a repulsive girl and when she dared flirt with the man he responded well. He was older of course, only 20, but she didn't mind and he was a means to and end at first but unfortunately her heart grew fonder.
He made his employment extended with her father and the two grew closer, Jack used each resource and manipulative way he could to spring up more need for him. He taught Tamara in secret, her father getting busier and busier as his success rose, their 'relationship' stretched out over 5 years. Mikhael would eventually find out about them and it would drive Tamara to leave Russia to travel back to America with Jack when he finally left. After the death of Tatiana her father had been growing farther away from her and so he let her go for the time being, she however made sure to keep herself trained and threw herself into her training with Jack and the other four of her group.
There was more demand for mercenaries than one would think and Tamara kept herself on her toes. She and Jack continued their relationship but eventually they would have a falling out when he turned on in favor of a younger woman, she hadn't known how twisted he was and she sunk down in the ranks but kept herself quiet and waiting. When the apocalypse started it wasn't as hard for the mercenary group as some most likely, they were a well oiled machine and moved themselves around. They had been on the move to another job when they were got stock in Atlanta, the group was scattered when a heard came through. Tamara tried looking for the others but they were long gone when the confusion was over and it was easy to see staying in the city would be stupid, she took the opportunity to grab a crotch rocket and some supplies before setting out on her own.
Things haven't been eventful but here recently she's been picking up signs of other survivors more frequently, small signs but signs none the less and she can't help but be curious about the other people out there.
Bad Horror Movies Are The WORST
After getting seperated from her group Tamara had tried hanging around Atlanta some, hiding in abandoned buildings and the like but the place was just too dangerous. It was always crawling with walkers and because of their sudden shortage of food they were getting more desperate, they traveled in herds now and they combed even the seemingly vacant buildings for any piece of flesh they could. That meant that her efforts to set up any kind of safe area were ruined, she'd considered a bank, the vaults would be safe enough but there was always the chance of getting locked in one with no escape and starving to death or getting cornered by geeks in there. That wasn't something she was about to have happen and so once she'd been able she'd filled her bags with what she could and taken off on her 'Busa. The one she'd scavenged.
She wasn't sure where she was headed really, she'd combed around for any clues about safe houses but so far there was nothing. The military bases were the best bet but she'd have to make stops on the way of course, her supplies were meager but there were plenty of farms along the road that she could check for loot. That would have to do. Right now she was speeding on down the road on her bike, she had worn a helmet, if she was going down it was going to be with a bang and not because she hit her head on the road after crashing and got eaten by walkers that was for sure. She was disgusted at the thought of those disgusting things, it was crazy to think they had once been people but it didn't stop her from bashing their heads in. She had killed the living as a job before hell swallowed the planet so what was it to her if she mashed a few dead guys heads in?
A gathering of cars on the road had her slowing down but the place seemed to be abandoned, the blood and obvious crumpled metal let her know this was the work of some kind of crash. There was a few corpses with heads smashed in so she knew that geeks had caused it, but that meant that they had either won or the owners were now gone. Either way it presented and opportunity for her to scavenge more supplies and gas if there was anything left. She came to a stop and parked her bike at the ready, just in case whatever had caused it wasn't completely gone, before pulling her Glock from it's safe keeping in the back of her pants. She didn't bother clicking on the flashlight since it was midday but listened carefully as she moved towards the closest van. Pulling open the doors slowly she pointed her gun with her free hand but it appeared to be deserted and she hopped into the bac.
Bags and at least one canister of gas were in the back and she grinned, jackpot, she pushed her gun back into the back of her jeans before starting her sort through what was left over. Mostly it was just stupid stuff, spare clothes, some makeup and even a hair drying. Sentimental luxuries that didn't matter anymore, stupid. She rolled her eyes and kept searching before hitting upon a couple of boxes of bullets and laughing once in victory, she emptied the back of whatever else and began packing what she could use into it, she'd grab the gas last. She suddenly froze, the area had suddenly gotten rather quiet and she crouched, pulling her Glock again and peering out the windows for any trace of what had quieted the birds and crickets. Worst case scenario it was a herd, best case scenario it was the original owners returning for their stuff but she was confident she could handle both if need be.
Scribe Time
Name/Alias: Karma
Your Age: 21
Other character(s) at STL: None
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