[Vodrah Kahn]

[the•roleplayer]

Name;; Teagan
Age;; 17
Contact Info;; pm
Do You Play Anyone Else?;; no

[the•character]

Name;; Vodrah Milla Kahn
Nickname;; V
Age;; 28
Sexuality;; Bisexual
Birth date;; April 8th

Model Claim;; Mila Jovovich
Character Type;; Rebel
Patient Subgroup;; (If applicable)
Member Title;; Viva la résistance!

[the•personality]

Personality;;
Vodrah is an angry person. She dislikes the world and herself, and takes it out on other people because she can. It isn’t all her fault, though. Throughout her life she has been put in nasty position after nasty position, and this has shaped her into the great leader she is today. Which is, in short, nasty. Nasty, but she's incredibly good at what she does. If Jeremiah is the leader of the Rebel network, Vodrah is his right hand woman.

At first meeting, Vodrah is blunt, sarcastic, rude, vindictive, and utterly unapproachable. She has made many a youngster wet themselves, and she likes it that way. She figures that if nobody can get close to her, nobody can hurt her. And if nobody can hurt her, she is invincible. She’d like to believe that. Rare is it that something can get under her skin and bother her; she’s spent all of her life desensitizing himself. She is stronger than most, but with this strength comes a horrible weakness. If someone were to make her care about them *coughJeremiahcough*, and something happened to that person, she would be devastated to such a degree that she might not recover. Thus, she never lets anybody into that inner sanctum of her soul. Nobody. Ever. Eh hem.

IF you ever get remotely close to Vodrah, you will find another side of her, which is well-hidden from the rest of the world’s population. It is no less sarcastic, but perhaps a bit less abrasive than her public face. You might be offered a quiet pastime, then again, you might be told to go the hell away. It depends on her current mood. Persistance will get you nowhere when she gets in one of her moods when nothing and nobody can touch her.

Defiance is has become her life, pure and simple.

That said, you should also note that she is not without kindness and sympathy. She is no Agony Aunt, but for some people she is willing to listen to your problems and dispense advice on them. If you do not want her honest opinion, however, then it is unwise to ask, as it most likely will not be something you want to hear, given she is highly adept at finding flaws and expressing her opinion on it in the most scathing way imaginable.

She does not tolerate those who waste her time. This ties in with the above paragraph. You may ask her opinion, but do not waste her time. She believes that she has far too little of it as it is, and any second that is not spent doing something productive is worthless.

Above all else, Vodrah’s privacy is sacred. Violate it, and you can expect, at the least, to have your own secrets drug through the entire population, and, at worst, instantaneous death. Dead men tell no tales. Vodrah specializes in humiliation, is a veritable master of it, in fact. If you dare to make yourself potential prey (read: if you dare to be born), then at least once you are bound to run into and be made victim.

[the•appearance]

Style;; She is normally seen wearing dark colors, I.E. black pants and a leather jacket. Her steel toe boots are a trademark.
Hair Color;; Black, short
Eye Color;; Grey
Height;; 5''9
Body Frame;; Slim yet muscular, she is very toned and strong.
Tattoos;; Black wings on her shoulder blades
Piercings;; ears, lip. though she rarely wears the lip ring.
Picture;;

[the•background]

Family;; Marta Kahn, Ivan Kahn
History;; Born in Russia, Vodrah lived a life of poverty in the harsh terrain of Moscow until the age of 10, when her parents managed to save enough money to get to the U.S. However, America was not the place they had dreamed of. There were terrible things happening everywhere, and the family continued to live a life of poverty in the poorest section of New York city.
Her father opened a butcher store, and her mother helped to manage it when she wasn't cleaning houses. A tragedy occured when Vodrah was just 16, living in a poor part of town, break-ins were common. Her fathers store had already been broken into several times, but this time, the man was violent. Vodrah lost both her parents that day. At a complete loss of what to do, Vodrah took what little money they had in their small apartment and began a search. A search for what, she didn't know.

She trekked from state to state, getting by working odd jobs and getting rides from strangers, at age 20 she found herself in Seattle. Hunting for a job, she found a position as a janitor of sorts at a local medical facility. She cleaned without question, but she noticed everything. This was no ordinary facility: this was an abomination of human life. She saw things being done to people that she could not get out of her mind, and so she fled the place.

The images though, they stayed with her, and she knew she had to do something for the patients in that hellhole. But what? Listening in on conversations at street corners and bus stops, she caught word about a man named Jeremiah. The rest is history.
She joined the rebels, and considers them family. She has done many things for them: spied, killed, anything you can think of. And she will continue to do so, because it is the only thing she has in her life that holds meaning.

RP example;; Short term memory was a blessed gift given only to a few, lucky people. Rosalyn wasn't one of those lucky people. She was always forgetting one thing or another. The girl found rememberballs useless, because her brain always started aching as she attempted to remember what she was forgetting. That was probably why she went through the entire day being totally oblivious to the fact that there was going to an exam the next morning. It was around one or two am, and Ross had sneaked back into the common room at around twelve in the night.

In this span of two hours, Rosalyn had taken a shower and was now dancing around in her underwear in front of the bathroom mirror. She was attempting to make a model pose, when her sight fell upon the latest issue of Witch Weekly.

The cover article was all about find your Prince Charming. Charming... Charm... Charms. "Oh shit!" she flinched, grabbing her pajamas and putting them on. This definitely wasn't good. She hated studying- but getting placed into remedial Charms was going to be even worse. The short little British girl bolted down to her dormitory area. She tiptoed in, knowing very well that some of her dormmates would beat her up for disturbing their beauty sleeps. Getting closer to her nightstand, she grabbed the first two books she could feel- as she basically couldn't read the titles in the dark. Ross silently prayed that they were her Charms book. If they weren't, she was screwed. The girl tiptoed out, walking down the stairs towards the common room.

She could hardly believe her luck when she reached the second to last step- she had made it almost all the way down the stairs without tripping, which was pretty surprising, as she was one of the most clumsiest people you could imagine meeting. Nevermind. Spoke too soon. Rosalyn tripped over thin air, crashing down. She had attempted to break her fall with her hands, but her efforts went in vain. She cursed out loud. "At least no one's here... right?" she tried to be optimistic, pulling together what dignity she had left, and continued to walk.

From faraway, Rosalyn thought she spotted a big pile of sweaters. Coming closer, she realized it was actually a person. Double oh shit. She realized that this person probably heard her falling down. Definitely not good. It wasn't as if her self-esteem hadn't been shot in the face earlier that morning.

[Samuel Bennett]

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