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Natalia Harkov: CrimsonCity

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Gang: Green Rivers
Name: Natalia Harkov
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Year: Sophomore
Height: 5'7
Weight: 132 lbs
Personality: Sarcastic and cynical. Hates men with a burning passion. Foul-mouthed and arrogant, she'll swear at you with all she's got if you so much as look at her wrong, but she's really quiet most of the time, so it's not readily apparent. Spaces out often.

Strengths and Abilities: Is competent in Judo, but hasn't been practicing her forms and is really rusty. Phenomenal leg strength and stamina giving her the ability to either kick the shit out of you, or run the hell away when things get too hot. Hyperaware of her surroundings, boadering almost on paranoia, any noise in an alley, and she'll check.

Faults and Weaknesses: Cannot multitask, any lapse in concentration and she tends to unconsciously drop whatever she's holding. Paranoia, leading to her acting very strangely when alone. Her tendency to loudly insult people when she's actually scared and or in a tight spot (it usually doesn't end well for her). Her general distrust of men makes her really, really difficult to get along with if you're male. Never asks for help, even when she really needs it.

History: As a child, she was abused by her alcoholic father. Her mother, the sole breadwinner of the family, was too busy working three jobs to pay off the family expenses, debts wracked up by her stupid father, and send Natalia to school, did not notice or give any attention to young Natalia to notice the injuries. Natalia, not wanting to add more to her mother's burden, kept quiet about the beatings and tried her best to smile through it all. She tried all sorts of ways and means to cut down her own living expenses and, often stayed late in the school libraries, either just reading or studying and taking as many courses the school would provide, all in a bid to stay away from home as long as she could. So as long as her beloved mother was there in the rare occassions where they could sit down and do pointless, precious things like counting books and stars, she would be fine. She could go on.

At 13, just as puberty was beginning to set in, the beatings stopped getting worse from day to day, and instead turned to a worrying increase in the amount of touching between her and her father. Pecks on the cheek, occasionally stroking her arms as she made dinner, hugs. Then young and stupid, she had simply thought her father had gotten his bearings, and was making the effort to recover. How wrong she was.

On the night of her 14th birthday, she was raped by the father she thought dear. Traumatized by the event, she grew to distrust men, becoming more quiet, introverted and hateful of her surroundings and the happy people around her. Just like that, the beatings started up again and her life began its downward spiral. Her mother fell ill, and she started working odd jobs at the liqour store her father frequented, to help supplement the family income. As her mother's health slowly detiorated from the accumulated stress, Natalia found herself taking on more and more odd jobs as well as juggling school to support the family. Her grades suffered as a result. She had hoped that her father would finally come to his senses and take on a job, if not out of consideration, out of his desire to keep drinking. No such luck.

At 16, her father tried selling her as a sex slave, inviting a John to wait back at the house, and they both drank themselves blind while awaiting her return. The moment Natalia returned to the shack they called home, the two men were on her, pinning her against the wall and clumsily undressing her. The terror she experienced from being raped the first time came rushing back all at once, but instead of just screaming for it to stop, she started fighting back. They dragged her into the bedroom they had been drinking in, and tried to go further. Her hands found purchase on the glass bottles, and for the first time in her life, she felt relieved that they were there. The bottles she hated became the first pair of weapons she ever held.

Breaking a glass bottle on the John's bald dome, she continued stabbing him in the face, surrendering herself to the deep hatred and rage that welled up from within and drowned her sanity. Suddenly sober from the cloying scent of blood that clung to every inch of air in the house, her father tried to escape. She didn't let that happen, treating him to the same meal of glass as she did the unwelcome guest.

Once she made sure that they were both deader than dead, she cleaned up as best as she could and sought out the closest gang, the Green Rivers. Covered head to toe in blood and still clutching the broken, bloody beer bottle in a death grip, her case was quickly accepted and she was provided a way out in exchange for her undying loyalty.

On the day she was finally initiated into the gang, Natalia got a swallowtail butterfly tattooed onto her right shoulder blade to mourn the death of the old her and and her mother, saying goodbye to everything that died with them.

Occupation: Waitress at the Riverside Hotel

Weapon: Dual wielded MAC-10 Ingrams [link]
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HI THIS CHARACTER IS SO GORGEOUS OKAY I CAN'T GET OVER HER OH MY GOD-
I'm honored that you liked the name I suggested ehe :iconloveloveplz: HER HISTORY AMG THE POOR BABY SOBB WHY YOU MAKE SUCH A SAD HISTORY FOR YOUR OC'S :icontearplz: I'LL MAKE SURE TO LOVE HER DEARLY OKAY *CRIES* AHHHAGJHASH