Post by Andorra on Mar 29, 2012 13:33:32 GMT -8
Name: Danica Erjavec
Country of Origin: Slovenia
Gender Female
Age: 21
Height: 5'6
Weight: 120 pounds
Appearance: A very beautiful woman, however she rarely smiles kindly; she usually only shows a mocking or condescending sneer. She is a fine dresser, normally seen with long pretty silk dresses, her favourites in white. She lets her extremely long hair, a pitch black colour, flow instead of tying up, but she manages to keep it out of her way. She has an almost eerie bleached skin tone, as if she has never been in the sun before.
Like her hair, her eyes are solid black in colour. Danica is an extremely thin woman; borderline anorexic due to the fact that she lives off of water, bread and whatever scraps she can come by. She has several scars on her arms that she hides with her clothes. Her favourite weapon to use is a syringe filled with a sedative, which she keeps hidden on her person at all times.
Crew member of: ----
Status: She would be either a nurse or a doctor on whatever ship she joins.
Pet: ----
Crest: ----
Personality: Danica is a very witty, sarcastic, and in some ways, cruel woman. She is always brutally honest when she speaks. She is very opinionated and usually thinks she is always right. She is also very spiteful, so be cautious. You do not want to make her angry. She rarely ever lies, but she takes immense pleasure in keeping secrets and having people guess about her. Keeps to herself usually, preferring to be alone more often than not. However, she is very educated, and has found an interest in medicine, so she will soon have to accept that her alone time will be greatly diminished. It does not help that she is constantly unfriendly. She refuses to show anyone weakness, nor does she ever sugar-coat what she says or thinks, so anyone looking for sympathy may have to look somewhere else.
She usually has a mocking composure about her, so theoretically she should be very unapproachable. However most people judge her by her appearance, especially the male specimens, and usually find themselves in a fit of depression after her condescending tongue. She teases not to be funny, she teases to make you feel bad. And teasing she oh so enjoys. A perceptive being would describe her as 'depressed' and 'possibly deranged'. But there is no questioning the fact that Danica dislikes people, and normally, people dislike her as well. She has severe trust issues, but that does not mean that she won't join a ship. Any chance to get out of that town and tease new people are welcome to her.
History: Danica was born to a large, but normal and loving family, who took care of her and loved her just as any family would. Or at least they would have, if not for the tragedy that upended Danica's world forever.
She does not remember much of her early childhood. What she does remember, however is extremely morbid. She recalls a great fire, many screaming people, and the intolerable stench of smoke and burning flesh. Her entire family, except for herself and her aunt, burned to death in a matter of minutes. Unfortunately, Danica's aunt couldn't handle taking her in herself, and therefore, she was taken to a small orphanage. While she was growing up into her later childhood, her caretaker immediately realized that there was something terribly wrong with her. Danica was a distant and cold child to everyone. And the children, being children, took it upon themselves to make her life miserable. However, this did not last very long. After an incident with one the children (it involved fire), no one dared to go near Danica again. She spent the rest of her time in the orphanage alone.
However, she did not waste those younger years. She spent the seemingly endless months and years in pure study. It didn't take her long to obtain a high school education at a young age, and she craved for more. Education and learning gave her a purpose, a reason to get out of bed. Her overbearing personality had a focus, her obsessiveness had meaning. Her caretaker finally felt relief, as it kept Danica busy and away from the other kids. But when Danica turned fifteen, and the books and the knowledge of the caretaker had ran out, Danica soon found herself in the same situation before; alone and steadily becoming more and more aggressive. Her caretaker couldn't handle it anymore, so she falsified her age, making her too old to stay in an orphanage, and used up her own savings to send Danica to university; and Danica chose to go to med school.
She looked around eighteen, despite being three years younger, and her sharp wit and genius level intellect convinced the chair otherwise if he suspected, and Danica became a med student.
Socially, she was in the same situation as in the orphanage; she was creepy and strange to other students, and she saw no need to play nice. She had no friends and spent her leisure hours in the library, expanding her knowledge. She spent the first few months barely saying anything at all, except when addressing teachers. But that all changed when she met a young man named Roderich Edelstein.
It really was a peculiar experience. Upon first glance at him she felt she recognized him, which was impossible because she knew no one personally outside the orphanage. Having met in the library, with piles of large books surrounding her and him needing a spot to read because everywhere else was noisy, seemed an appropriate meeting place for the two. The familiar feeling wasn't the only thing that was different about Roderich, he didn't seem to be that phased by her unfriendly demeanor (perhaps he gave her the benefit of the doubt because he might have seen the way students treated her), and he didn't slobber over her like many other....brazen male students did. The small chats they had over time revealed his intellect that challenged hers, and soon enough, friendship ensued. Something she was entirely unprepared for.
She found herself watching him play the piano often, studying with him and surprisingly enough, talking to him about things that were not related to their studies. It was an entirely new concept, a new life for her. She talked about her time in the orphanage, talking about how she didn't know her family before because they had been killed in a fire. They even found out where her family came from together. She didn't interact with any one else, because she needed no other. And in her mind, she could say clearly that she had a best friend.
But her hunger for challenges began her downfall.
After a few years, their residency started. Her bedside manner was the only thing that hindered her, but she never felt it was that important, as long as you could fix the problem. The problem was that she didn't feel challenged enough, which made her impatient. She convinced her superior that she could handle an experimental procedure, which by all means, she could. Her superior only agreed if he could supervise. What happened however, she could never predict.
The operation had gone well at first. But the man she operated on was very overweight, and in his late fifties. They all knew that it was risky, but the family had consented. Danica was most determined to prove the doubts wrong. She believed she could do it. However, the patient crashed. It was too late for even her superior to save him. Danica had a dead body on her table.
It was Danica who suffered the fallout. Many blamed her for the tragedy, save Roderich who convinced her not to just drop everything and run, something she was convinced she had to. But he felt she had a great chance in court, knowing that it wasn't her fault. She agreed, and went on trial. Roderich was a medical witness, and proved her case in the best way that he could. She would always be grateful for how hard he tried, but the committee deemed her incompetent, and a career in medicine was ruined for her. The hospital paid her bail, and was set free to do as she wished.
But she felt more hollow than ever before. She had failed her goals, everything. She bid Roderich a sad farewell, disappearing into the night.
She traveled far away, enough that not a soul recognized her. A small, poor town in the middle of nowhere she settled, taken in by old man with failing mental health who ran an apothecary shop. Again and again, the townsfolk grew weary of her, as she was darker and crueler than she ever had been. She despised everyone and everything about her life, soon the old man passing away and giving the shop to her. And as of late, terrible disappearances around the town plagued the minds of the people, but not Danica. They grew suspicious of her , knowing full well how she felt about everyone. It didn't take them long to convince themselves she had committed the crimes. She was convicted of murder and kidnapping without a trial.
Chained and bound to the gallows, she waits for the morning of her execution.
Allegiance: She has no preference.
How They Died: How long has it been since I saw the sky?
Slovenia barely moved at all as she eyed her grungy cell. She had long since lost her ability to feel the passage of time. It felt like an eternity in here, in this dark and quiet imprisonment. It felt like years since she last saw her home or smelled the sweet Slovenian air that she loved so dearly. It felt like decades since she last heard the laughter of children running through her streets, a century since she roamed through her forests. But it always came down to this, didn't it?
She knew Germany would never let her go. He, along with his damned Axis, had invaded her home and captured her, splitting her land between him, Italy and Hungary. But she herself had been locked away. Slovenia was too used to fighting for her independence, so used to it that she fought the hardest for her people. She was tenacious, determined, and Germany knew this all too well. Damn him. Damn him, his Nazis and Axis!
She gritted her teeth. She felt an itch on her neck and scratched at it violently. Germany had told her that he was implementing Germanisation among her people. He told her that soon there would no longer be any Slovenian's left. No! She scratched and scratched. I'll kill him. I'll butcher that fucking Nazi!
“Khh...” she twitched. She had broken the skin on her neck. She stared at her fingers, a tiny smear of blood flooded in her fingernails. Ah...but Germany had a weakness too. She heard it in rumors, the concerned whisperings of his fellow comrades. That the killing was getting to him. That perhaps he was starting to feel the guilt of thousands of murders he committed insofar. She could use that. She could, she could....
The sound of her cell's food slot opening startled her. A plate of mashed potatoes was shoved carelessly into her cell. The fork bounced off the plate and skid it's way to Slovenia's side. She watched the sorry cutlery the entire way, as it slid to a stop. I could, I could.
She looked at the soldier, who was about to close the slot. “Wait...” she said quietly. The soldier glared at her through the slot, but didn't close it. Slovenia grinned. “I have...something to tell Germany. Will you pass the message on?”
The soldier rolled his eyes. “What?” he said impatiently.
Slovenia picked up the fork. “That Slovenia and her people will live on without me. Forever.” She gripped the fork tightly. “And that this-” She raised the fork to her neck. “-is entirely his fault.”
With one motion, she jabbed the fork right into her jugular vein. She convulsed, but used the last of her strength to pull it out. She dropped it, blood spurting out of her wound like a faucet. As she fell to the floor, she peered at the soldiers' horrified face. Yes, yes, that's it. That will be his face. Engrave this in your memory, Germany, and suffer. Suffer for the rest of your life.
Slovenia slowly faded away, her body still twitching on the floor.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Jack Sparrow, of course.
Country of Origin: Slovenia
Gender Female
Age: 21
Height: 5'6
Weight: 120 pounds
Appearance: A very beautiful woman, however she rarely smiles kindly; she usually only shows a mocking or condescending sneer. She is a fine dresser, normally seen with long pretty silk dresses, her favourites in white. She lets her extremely long hair, a pitch black colour, flow instead of tying up, but she manages to keep it out of her way. She has an almost eerie bleached skin tone, as if she has never been in the sun before.
Like her hair, her eyes are solid black in colour. Danica is an extremely thin woman; borderline anorexic due to the fact that she lives off of water, bread and whatever scraps she can come by. She has several scars on her arms that she hides with her clothes. Her favourite weapon to use is a syringe filled with a sedative, which she keeps hidden on her person at all times.
Crew member of: ----
Status: She would be either a nurse or a doctor on whatever ship she joins.
Pet: ----
Crest: ----
Personality: Danica is a very witty, sarcastic, and in some ways, cruel woman. She is always brutally honest when she speaks. She is very opinionated and usually thinks she is always right. She is also very spiteful, so be cautious. You do not want to make her angry. She rarely ever lies, but she takes immense pleasure in keeping secrets and having people guess about her. Keeps to herself usually, preferring to be alone more often than not. However, she is very educated, and has found an interest in medicine, so she will soon have to accept that her alone time will be greatly diminished. It does not help that she is constantly unfriendly. She refuses to show anyone weakness, nor does she ever sugar-coat what she says or thinks, so anyone looking for sympathy may have to look somewhere else.
She usually has a mocking composure about her, so theoretically she should be very unapproachable. However most people judge her by her appearance, especially the male specimens, and usually find themselves in a fit of depression after her condescending tongue. She teases not to be funny, she teases to make you feel bad. And teasing she oh so enjoys. A perceptive being would describe her as 'depressed' and 'possibly deranged'. But there is no questioning the fact that Danica dislikes people, and normally, people dislike her as well. She has severe trust issues, but that does not mean that she won't join a ship. Any chance to get out of that town and tease new people are welcome to her.
History: Danica was born to a large, but normal and loving family, who took care of her and loved her just as any family would. Or at least they would have, if not for the tragedy that upended Danica's world forever.
She does not remember much of her early childhood. What she does remember, however is extremely morbid. She recalls a great fire, many screaming people, and the intolerable stench of smoke and burning flesh. Her entire family, except for herself and her aunt, burned to death in a matter of minutes. Unfortunately, Danica's aunt couldn't handle taking her in herself, and therefore, she was taken to a small orphanage. While she was growing up into her later childhood, her caretaker immediately realized that there was something terribly wrong with her. Danica was a distant and cold child to everyone. And the children, being children, took it upon themselves to make her life miserable. However, this did not last very long. After an incident with one the children (it involved fire), no one dared to go near Danica again. She spent the rest of her time in the orphanage alone.
However, she did not waste those younger years. She spent the seemingly endless months and years in pure study. It didn't take her long to obtain a high school education at a young age, and she craved for more. Education and learning gave her a purpose, a reason to get out of bed. Her overbearing personality had a focus, her obsessiveness had meaning. Her caretaker finally felt relief, as it kept Danica busy and away from the other kids. But when Danica turned fifteen, and the books and the knowledge of the caretaker had ran out, Danica soon found herself in the same situation before; alone and steadily becoming more and more aggressive. Her caretaker couldn't handle it anymore, so she falsified her age, making her too old to stay in an orphanage, and used up her own savings to send Danica to university; and Danica chose to go to med school.
She looked around eighteen, despite being three years younger, and her sharp wit and genius level intellect convinced the chair otherwise if he suspected, and Danica became a med student.
Socially, she was in the same situation as in the orphanage; she was creepy and strange to other students, and she saw no need to play nice. She had no friends and spent her leisure hours in the library, expanding her knowledge. She spent the first few months barely saying anything at all, except when addressing teachers. But that all changed when she met a young man named Roderich Edelstein.
It really was a peculiar experience. Upon first glance at him she felt she recognized him, which was impossible because she knew no one personally outside the orphanage. Having met in the library, with piles of large books surrounding her and him needing a spot to read because everywhere else was noisy, seemed an appropriate meeting place for the two. The familiar feeling wasn't the only thing that was different about Roderich, he didn't seem to be that phased by her unfriendly demeanor (perhaps he gave her the benefit of the doubt because he might have seen the way students treated her), and he didn't slobber over her like many other....brazen male students did. The small chats they had over time revealed his intellect that challenged hers, and soon enough, friendship ensued. Something she was entirely unprepared for.
She found herself watching him play the piano often, studying with him and surprisingly enough, talking to him about things that were not related to their studies. It was an entirely new concept, a new life for her. She talked about her time in the orphanage, talking about how she didn't know her family before because they had been killed in a fire. They even found out where her family came from together. She didn't interact with any one else, because she needed no other. And in her mind, she could say clearly that she had a best friend.
But her hunger for challenges began her downfall.
After a few years, their residency started. Her bedside manner was the only thing that hindered her, but she never felt it was that important, as long as you could fix the problem. The problem was that she didn't feel challenged enough, which made her impatient. She convinced her superior that she could handle an experimental procedure, which by all means, she could. Her superior only agreed if he could supervise. What happened however, she could never predict.
The operation had gone well at first. But the man she operated on was very overweight, and in his late fifties. They all knew that it was risky, but the family had consented. Danica was most determined to prove the doubts wrong. She believed she could do it. However, the patient crashed. It was too late for even her superior to save him. Danica had a dead body on her table.
It was Danica who suffered the fallout. Many blamed her for the tragedy, save Roderich who convinced her not to just drop everything and run, something she was convinced she had to. But he felt she had a great chance in court, knowing that it wasn't her fault. She agreed, and went on trial. Roderich was a medical witness, and proved her case in the best way that he could. She would always be grateful for how hard he tried, but the committee deemed her incompetent, and a career in medicine was ruined for her. The hospital paid her bail, and was set free to do as she wished.
But she felt more hollow than ever before. She had failed her goals, everything. She bid Roderich a sad farewell, disappearing into the night.
She traveled far away, enough that not a soul recognized her. A small, poor town in the middle of nowhere she settled, taken in by old man with failing mental health who ran an apothecary shop. Again and again, the townsfolk grew weary of her, as she was darker and crueler than she ever had been. She despised everyone and everything about her life, soon the old man passing away and giving the shop to her. And as of late, terrible disappearances around the town plagued the minds of the people, but not Danica. They grew suspicious of her , knowing full well how she felt about everyone. It didn't take them long to convince themselves she had committed the crimes. She was convicted of murder and kidnapping without a trial.
Chained and bound to the gallows, she waits for the morning of her execution.
Allegiance: She has no preference.
How They Died: How long has it been since I saw the sky?
Slovenia barely moved at all as she eyed her grungy cell. She had long since lost her ability to feel the passage of time. It felt like an eternity in here, in this dark and quiet imprisonment. It felt like years since she last saw her home or smelled the sweet Slovenian air that she loved so dearly. It felt like decades since she last heard the laughter of children running through her streets, a century since she roamed through her forests. But it always came down to this, didn't it?
She knew Germany would never let her go. He, along with his damned Axis, had invaded her home and captured her, splitting her land between him, Italy and Hungary. But she herself had been locked away. Slovenia was too used to fighting for her independence, so used to it that she fought the hardest for her people. She was tenacious, determined, and Germany knew this all too well. Damn him. Damn him, his Nazis and Axis!
She gritted her teeth. She felt an itch on her neck and scratched at it violently. Germany had told her that he was implementing Germanisation among her people. He told her that soon there would no longer be any Slovenian's left. No! She scratched and scratched. I'll kill him. I'll butcher that fucking Nazi!
“Khh...” she twitched. She had broken the skin on her neck. She stared at her fingers, a tiny smear of blood flooded in her fingernails. Ah...but Germany had a weakness too. She heard it in rumors, the concerned whisperings of his fellow comrades. That the killing was getting to him. That perhaps he was starting to feel the guilt of thousands of murders he committed insofar. She could use that. She could, she could....
The sound of her cell's food slot opening startled her. A plate of mashed potatoes was shoved carelessly into her cell. The fork bounced off the plate and skid it's way to Slovenia's side. She watched the sorry cutlery the entire way, as it slid to a stop. I could, I could.
She looked at the soldier, who was about to close the slot. “Wait...” she said quietly. The soldier glared at her through the slot, but didn't close it. Slovenia grinned. “I have...something to tell Germany. Will you pass the message on?”
The soldier rolled his eyes. “What?” he said impatiently.
Slovenia picked up the fork. “That Slovenia and her people will live on without me. Forever.” She gripped the fork tightly. “And that this-” She raised the fork to her neck. “-is entirely his fault.”
With one motion, she jabbed the fork right into her jugular vein. She convulsed, but used the last of her strength to pull it out. She dropped it, blood spurting out of her wound like a faucet. As she fell to the floor, she peered at the soldiers' horrified face. Yes, yes, that's it. That will be his face. Engrave this in your memory, Germany, and suffer. Suffer for the rest of your life.
Slovenia slowly faded away, her body still twitching on the floor.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Jack Sparrow, of course.
