Name: Isarova Markov
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Birthday: 1st October
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Life is what you make it. Everything is in your control, and if you're unhappy, it's probably your fault or can be reliably blamed on you. This is Isarova's philosophy. With the way she's been treated, she had only one person to blame: herself, and her powerlessness. Whenever she fails, she gets angry with herself and strives even harder to make up for her flaws. When she is attacked, she attacks back, with ten times the determination as before. There is no room for weakness in her. She is a hard woman, and she's had to be to overcome what's been done to her. However, she is still struck sometimes in the middle of the night by the terror of a little girl watching her parents slowly become what they abhor, and her horrors are comprised of the nightmares she suffered, awake and asleep, when she was small. She will, however, let no one see this side of her, being the stoic and distrusting person she is. Isarova finds great joy in her music, all things considered. She is surprisingly happy, in fact, often boisterous and loud, spontaneously playing music in the middle of conversation and especially when it is inappropriate. The music changes with her mood: screeching riffs and heavy vocals when she is angry, lilting ballads when she is feeling dreamy and thoughtful, and bouncing sing-alongs when she is happy. Isarova's choices in life are her own; she is confident in her life as a sole contender for her heart and her time. She keeps no friends, finding them to be distracting and easily offended, and purposefully forgets the name of all she meets to minimize the connection she feels to them. Hers is a world of darkness, despite the happiness she feels. Her happiness is hers, and her world is hers; she is incredibly selfish in this. She doesn't care about the joy of others, or their well-being. If it suits her purposes, she will play along. This is not to say she doesn't feel; she simply chooses not to when she is around other people.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Motivations:
Fears:
General Appearance
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 140 lbs.
Hair: blonde
Eyes: orange
Skin Tone: pale white
Appearance: She is a lean, fit young woman with long, blonde twirled hair she generally wears over her shoulder. Her eyes are almost alight with fire, the orange dancing between different shades even as one stares into them. Her skin is creamy white like milk.
Guild: Onyx Moon
Tattoo: The Onyx Moon tattoo is placed on the back of her right hand.
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Birthday: 1st October
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Life is what you make it. Everything is in your control, and if you're unhappy, it's probably your fault or can be reliably blamed on you. This is Isarova's philosophy. With the way she's been treated, she had only one person to blame: herself, and her powerlessness. Whenever she fails, she gets angry with herself and strives even harder to make up for her flaws. When she is attacked, she attacks back, with ten times the determination as before. There is no room for weakness in her. She is a hard woman, and she's had to be to overcome what's been done to her. However, she is still struck sometimes in the middle of the night by the terror of a little girl watching her parents slowly become what they abhor, and her horrors are comprised of the nightmares she suffered, awake and asleep, when she was small. She will, however, let no one see this side of her, being the stoic and distrusting person she is. Isarova finds great joy in her music, all things considered. She is surprisingly happy, in fact, often boisterous and loud, spontaneously playing music in the middle of conversation and especially when it is inappropriate. The music changes with her mood: screeching riffs and heavy vocals when she is angry, lilting ballads when she is feeling dreamy and thoughtful, and bouncing sing-alongs when she is happy. Isarova's choices in life are her own; she is confident in her life as a sole contender for her heart and her time. She keeps no friends, finding them to be distracting and easily offended, and purposefully forgets the name of all she meets to minimize the connection she feels to them. Hers is a world of darkness, despite the happiness she feels. Her happiness is hers, and her world is hers; she is incredibly selfish in this. She doesn't care about the joy of others, or their well-being. If it suits her purposes, she will play along. This is not to say she doesn't feel; she simply chooses not to when she is around other people.
Likes:
- Music. It makes her happy and reminds her that she, at least, is content at that moment.
- Heat. She likes being warm.
- Solitude. Peace and quiet for thinking is one of her greatest joys.
Dislikes:
- People. People leave you. People disappoint you. People are evil.
- Towns. Lots of people grouped together; even worse than one person.
- Money. Why work to buy what you can steal?
Motivations:
- Selfish Gain. I'm in this for me, and only me.
- Adventure. Life's too short to live in one place.
- Fear. I will keep running until my fears are all dead and in the ground.
Fears:
- People. You can't trust people. You can't afford to. They'll come for you, they'll come for me, and then we'll all suffer, all because of people.
- Solitude. When you're alone, when you're lonely, is when the monsters come out. (She both treasures the time she can spend alone and fears the nightmares in her head that come out to play when she's alone.)
- Imprisonment. I can't stop moving; I can't be stuck in one place. I can't be held down, ever.
General Appearance
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 140 lbs.
Hair: blonde
Eyes: orange
Skin Tone: pale white
Appearance: She is a lean, fit young woman with long, blonde twirled hair she generally wears over her shoulder. Her eyes are almost alight with fire, the orange dancing between different shades even as one stares into them. Her skin is creamy white like milk.
Guild: Onyx Moon
Tattoo: The Onyx Moon tattoo is placed on the back of her right hand.