Silvania "Fire" Romanov ( RE-DONE )

LunaticLily Sat Sep 07, 2013 12:47 pm

Name: Silvania Pavel Romanov *Nickname: Fire*

Age: 17

Ethnicity: Brooklyn, New york. Born sometime in the 1920s. (Russian, Italian and Slovakian ancestry)

Race (If your OC is an alien): Human

Allegiance: Good

Origins: Magic user: Fire

Powers: Pyromancy, and brass knuckles. Super speed.
Her attacks are usually just punching and kicking, occasionally setting her hands/feet on fire as she does so. Also known to breathe fire.

Strengths: Intimidation, can pick locks, is able to lie through her teeth, and can literally survive off of shoe leather, crackers, and rain water for 2 months.

Weaknesses: Water. Silvania is bad at trusting others, and at being sympathetic. Shes also bad at following rules and orders, as in she just refuses to follow them. Silvania smokes, and hates charity. She wont accept help from others.

Personality: A very angry person, whos VERY quick to fly off the handle. Silvania automatically assumes everyone is either out to get her, or is just hostile in general. So she tends to strike first. Silvania is a lone-wolf, not liking the company of others. Shes spent her entire life basically on her own, and doesn't see a need to fix it. Deep down, Silvania can be a nice, caring person, but it'll take alot of work to bring that side out.

History: Silvania's mother died during childbirth. Her mother was what who saved her father, Victor, from his alcoholism and self-hate. When she died, he spiraled back downwards, and took his despair and grief out on his daughter, Silvania. Deep down, he knows his wife wouldn't of wanted this, but his inner turmoil drowns it out.

Victor drank the welfare checks away. Silvania had grown accustomed to working multiple jobs in order to keep herself ( and her father, but he didn't give a dang about her, so Silvania decided to put herself first. ) fed. She never managed to hold onto a job for awhile, as she usually got into fights with her employers over trivial things, or her wages. After seeing some older kids smoking on the streets, and them offering her one, she quickly got addicted. Not only did it keep the younger, annoying kids away, but it calmed her down.

The 1920s streets weren't exactly the most friendly, welcoming places. If you didnt carry a pocket knife or a brick around with you everywhere you went, you'd most likely end up waking up very confused on the other side of town, with empty pockets. Silvania learned this the hard way. Despite this, she deemed the streets safer than her own house. Silvania led a life of fear and desperation, of everyone sizing you up as you walked down the street, wondering how much money you had on you and how much your lungs would probably sell for on the black market. She did contemplate that last one, but frankly didn't know where in the human body lungs were located, or what they even looked like, and finally decided it wasn't worth the messy trouble.

Years later, Silvania eventually grows desperate enough to re-enter the place she had formerly agreed to never enter again: Her father's house. She was going to rob the house of the last few pieces of furniture, her mother's old jewelry, and most likely her father's old jacket as well. She needed the money, as she owed Jeremy "Chicken-fingers" McLangston down the street. While sneaking around the house, her lit cigarette fell from her lips and onto the termite-infested wooden floors. The house went up in flames, and nobody survived. In what Silvania assumed were hallucinations, some sort of witch appeared as she was burning, and told her that she was destined for greatness, and that she was going to be apart of something amazing. The last thing Silvania was able to process before dying was the strange witch kneeling down before her and putting a hand on her shoulder sweetly; whispering that it'd all be alright, and that the pain would stop soon.

Silvania wakes up in the year 2048, somewhere in Pokey Oaks, with a giant cardboard castle in the distance.

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