Anastasia Katarina Rudnikov

[attr="class","apptop"]name: [attr="class","appanswer"] Anastasia Katarina Rudnikov (Asya) [attr="class","apptop"]age: [attr="class","appanswer"] 21 [attr="class","apptop"]birthday: [attr="class","appanswer"] October 27, 1998 [attr="class","apptop"]sexuality: [attr="class","appanswer"] Bisexual [attr="class","apptop"]realm: [attr="class","appanswer"] Black [attr="class","apptop"]power: [attr="class","appanswer"] pain manipulation [attr="class","apptop"]play by: [attr="class","appanswer"] paula bulczynska [attr="class","apptop"]roleplayer: [attr="class","appanswer"] rachel

[PTabbedContent] [PTab=POWER] [attr="class","appcon"]Abilities: Causes what is perceived as physical pain by sight or touch.  [attr="class","appcon"]Explanation of Power: Pain is a silly thing, so often exaggerated by the mind. Think of how much more a paper cut hurts than a deeper cut. I can cause pain, no not real pain, you just think you’re in pain. I can make you think you’ve broken a bone, been stabbed in the back, ruptured your appendix. If its a pain that can be had, I can force it upon you simply by wanting you to hurt. Well I suppose its not that simple now is it. I do have to have you in my sights, so I suppose you might hide behind something, but how are you going to do that if your leg is broken.Obviously the effect isn’t permanent, but its psychological consequences are. One isn’t likely to forget being burned alive without a fire to put out. And when I really start going you better watch out, because even I can hardly stop it. My blood starts to boil, my eyes bleed black, and my anger consumes me to the point where the only question left is who will cave first, you or me? [attr="class","appcon"]Ubeity: [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=APPEARANCE] [attr="class","appcon"]Height: 5'4"                                      [attr="class","appcon"]Hair Color: Black                              [attr="class","appcon"]Eye color: Gray                          [attr="class","appcon"]Play By: Paula Bulczynska                                                 [attr="class","appcon"]General Appearance: I’m small and I have black hair and gray eyes. Sometimes people mistake me for being younger than I am, other times they think I’m older. I like the ambiguity of my age, it allows people to perceive me mostly on how I act towards them...which I’m sure doesn’t cause any sort of fearful emotion. Were I someone who liked looking knowledgable and in charge, I would wear glasses, but I have contacts instead. Don’t worry though, they don’t interfere with my power. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=PERSONALITY] [attr="class","appcon"]Likes: Chaos, ballet, blood, pain, experiments, pushing people. [attr="class","appcon"]Dislikes: Being surprised, liars, people who hurt animals, men in general, women in general, rules.  [attr="class","appcon"]General Personality: If you want to get to know me, you should know one thing first. You don’t want to know me. I have a dislike for all people and their foolish ways. They waste the day away, concerned with petty things like love and friendship. Its sickening to watch. On the other hand, you could also say that I love people. Purely for their use and entertainment though. I find it so interesting how those petty things like love and friendship can make someone stretch themselves past their breaking point. You’ve never seen a person’s full potential until you’ve taken everything from them. Many would describe me as cold and calculating, and I would agree with them. Even more people would say that I’m a sick individual, that I take already heinous jokes too far, that I’m a sadist. This I would also agree with.There’s nothing I enjoy more than watching others suffer under my power. I love testing how far they can be pushed before they break, and the strong ones are always the best. The harder they try, the better they break. I have been known to put up a front that reads as kind and caring, but that’s only when I need something from you or I’m trying to trap you. It would be wise to never trust a word that comes out of my mouth, and to never test my temper. Of course, the human condition is to be unwise. Oh well, more playthings for me. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=HISTORY] [attr="class","appcon"]Family: Leonid Rudnikov (50 father), Petra Rudnikov(47 mother), Alexi Rudnikov (30 brother), Vitaly Rudnikov (28 brother), Irina Rudnikov (24 sister), Yulian Rudnikov (23 brother) family tree [attr="class","appcon"]History: I come from a large Russian family. And yes I was born in Russia, as were my four older siblings. We come from a long line of Russian wealth, maintained by the...careful business practices...of the heads of the family. We also come from a long line of talent. Every person in my family is gifted, but none of them have ever attended a school for it, I am the first. My mother and father believe in self reliance, believe in control and being greater than those around you. I too share this belief, however I know that there is nothing for me in Russia. I am a woman, destined to become the wife to a strong Russian man and give him children and hang on his every word alike my mother and sister before me, but that is not the life I choose. Really I blame it on my father and my brothers. They raised me to be independent and to fight for myself. While my sister was cleaning with my mother I was listening to my father talk business in his study. The detail which would have been gruesome to other children were commonplace for me and in fact fascinating. I would not be held back by my sex, I would become a fearsome leader just as my father had, I was determined. However, after my sister married her husband and moved out, my mother’s attention turned to me. It seemed that she then decided it was time to prepare me for childrearing, cleaning and other feminine duties. It would not have it. Now, normally in our household, disobedience from the children resulted in having either a belt or a wooden spoon being brought across your backside until you learned what you’d done wrong, but this was different. I was my father’s favorite, his sweet little girl, and I was not being disobedient to him, merely to my mother. There were several times when punishment had to be given, but not nearly as much as was required. Their control over me was slipping and although he didn’t like it, my father could see no way to enact the punishment, especially when my power began to ‘act up’. Those episodes of hurting my brothers or my mother and, on rare occasions, my father became more and more frequent, by design of course, until my father finally concluded the disobedience was due to my gift. He needed to fix his precious little girl and if outside methods were required then action must be taken. Not long after I was sent to the US for my education, funded heavily by my fathers business endeavors. At the Phoenix Academy I got into more trouble than I thought I could have, falling out of my father's good graces to the point where I didn't think he'd ever refer to me as his daughter again. However, once the realms collapsed the world was put into perspective for him. We watched the world around us fall apart and no amount of money could stop it. Luckily my family escaped unscathed, but we needed to leave Russia, which had been heavily taken over by the red realm (interestingly enough). My father's connections kept us in power, but the business had to be expanded, which meant our family would need to be split up. My father, mother, sister, and youngest brother now run our black market trade on the west coast of what was once the United States. Meanwhile, my two eldest brothers and I live on the east coast in New York, maintaining my father's trade here, although he is more concerned with enforcement. Things are better between us and I am glad that he thinks I am useful enough, at least in the effort of procuring information from less than willing subjects. However, I know why he left me under the charge of Alexi rather than allowing me to run my own section of the trade like Vitaly. He doesn't trust me, and he doesn't respect me because I'm a woman. I'll just have to prove him wrong...  [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}] [PTab=ROLEPLAY]Lights flickered above her, only barely illuminating the cold hallway that led to her destination. She wondered why Alexi always arranged for her meetings to occur in this part of the warehouse. Surely there were better rooms, ones where she didn't require a coat to protect her from the chill. Of course she supposed he was trying to set the mood, to intimidate her client as much as possible. And this looked like it was straight out of a horror movie. Water leaking down the walls, lights that should have been replaced long ago, and as she opened the door it got even worse. Asya almost had the urge to roll her eyes at just how cliche this was. Of course that would be unprofessional, she had a job to do here. Vitaly was already there, standing with his arms crossed and watching the man who was handcuffed to a metal chair with a focus that she knew only he had. She nodded at him, the only brother who respected or liked her at all. However, her attention soon turned to her client who looked like he was about to soil himself. Asya had a reputation among those who worked for her father now that she was actually being put to use. The girl who's gaze could drive a man mad with pain. She'd only just accomplished that level of recognition, prompted by her father's urging as well as the crime of the man, and that had nearly killed her although only Vitaly knew that. This man wasn't in for the same treatment, she was just here to scare him into keeping his business exclusively with her family, "you've been causing us a bit of trouble haven't you Allen?" Her voice was still as sweet as it had been when she was in high school, but it still had that dangerous tone to it that made people second guess her fragile appearance. The man, Allen, started shaking his head, stuttered words coming out as he tried to explain, but there was nothing that would stop this. Asya had her orders, Vitaly had his and it was time to get to business. Asya held her finger up to his lips, kindly shushing him before she smiled and said, "how about we show you why you're business should be exclusively with us?" And that's when the screaming began.[/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][/PTabbedContent={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}]