Donnikova, Alisa

[Alisa Donnikova]

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CASE FILE: Alchemist

"All you can do now is pray while you shit."

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        FULL NAME:
        → Alisa Donnikova (Wei Qing in Xingese)

        AGE:
        → 25 26

      SEX:
        → Female

        BIRTH PLACE:
        → Irkutsk, Drachma

        RACE:
        → 1/2 Xingese and 1/2 Drachmanian

        DATE OF BIRTH:
        → April 2nd, 1986

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        HEIGHT:
        → 167.64 cm

        WEIGHT:
        → 63.502 kg

        PICTURE:
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Spoiler:

      DESCRIPTION:
        → A man enters a bar, noticing a rather lovely curved figure sitting there with her bak to him. She's wearing a black tank top, a tribal tattoo covering her right shoulder up to the base of her neck. It's design is intricate, and beautifully done but maybe it reflects something of the person upon whom it decorates. The bartender begins to argue with her, her hands slamming down onto the bar as she starts to push herself up. The curses that begin to pour out cause the man's eyes to widen, slowly stepping further into the room while observing this savage woman. As she brings up a hand to point at the bartender, he notices that there are two holsters underneath her arms, causing his eyebrow to raise. So she was armed as well.

Coming up to the bar, the man carefully sits, noticing that this woman is wearing blue jean shorts that have frayed edges, a sturdy looking green belt holding it up on her body. Yes... her proportions were rather delicious. "I didn't blow up your goddamn bar last time you f***ing shriveled d**k! It was the f***ing Tethras' and you goddamn know it!" She grumbles as she pushes away from the bar, throwing some money at the empty glasses that line where she had been sitting. He notices she's probably about 5'6" and man.... that girl was made of muscle. The green, military grade combat boots with the black fingerless biker gloves just seemed to tie the whole of her clothes together, his eyes following her as she began to leave.

But she stopped and suddenly whirled about on him, the barrel of her gun aimed at his head. "The f*** do you want? Stare at me any longer and I'll give you a new hole to shit out of." She snaps, her mid-length hair hanging in a ponytail that went down to her shoulder blades, immediately turning his gaze away, listening to the click of her gun. Judging by the sound of her boots thudding away, and the smell of cigarette smoke, that she had left, exhaling slowly as he realized that he had been holding his breath. There was a woman he did not want to mess with, and he wasn't ashamed to say that he was intimidated.

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        PERSONALITY:
        → A lone wolf is ragged and vicious and Alisa is no different as some would say. She is extremely foul-mouthed, and her temperament has never exactly been stellar. It’s not exactly hard to get her ticked off, and she can range from simply cursing at you, to suddenly putting a bullet in your skull. There may be some very colorful threats thrown in there along the way, but it’s a realm that should be avoided if possible.

All isn’t always fire and brimstone, however, even if it is about 80% of her entire being. Sometimes she’s relatively pleasant. If you are someone she deems some kind of friend, or if you are a teammate that she’ll actually trust, you’ll find no better. She may complain a lot along the way, but you won’t be let down in the least. It is a point of frustration though since sometimes she’ll end up doing things that she wouldn’t normally, or that she said she wouldn’t do.

Don’t make the mistake of thinking that that means she holds some sort of conscious because she really doesn’t. She is merciless, and she doesn’t care if you beg or plead for your life. You will die. Hell, she might even have some fun while she’s at it and it doesn’t interfere with the overall goal in the end. She won’t hesitate to kill anyone, and I mean ANYONE. Innocent, unarmed, child, boss-lord, god, she’ll kill them if provoked.

She loves to party though, whether that means getting drunk at a bar (which takes quite a few drinks), or if that means clubbing, she does enjoy a good time. She lives on the edge of life, and she knows it. At the same time, she wouldn’t live anywhere else because she doesn’t think she’d really fit in. That, and she doesn’t know if she’d want to.

If she works with someone and they have clearly been in the “normal” world for most, if not all, of their life it puts some stress on the mission. She can’t stand it if people start to question things such as stealing things from the dead for profit rather than sending them back to proper owners. It puts her in a rather dark mood where she reveals just how emotionless she can be sometimes. She’ll look at you with this look in her eye and hold up a skull and one of the stolen goods and say, “These are things. Got it? No sense in attaching values. Only value is this little one will earn us cash.” If it continues, she might go into this pure killing state where she’ll shoot anyone and anything that isn’t her teammate. It’s a very calm thing, and for lack of a better description, it’s deathly calm. She will walk around and just shoot down anyone in her way, unaffiliated or no. And afterwards? She won’t feel a thing about it.

To sum it all up? She’s a rollercoaster ride with only half the brakes, who is pretty apathetic to many things. Almost everything. You never quite know what’s going to happen with her.

While remaining a rollercoaster ride of emotions, she seems to calm a bit whenever Spade is around. Or at the very least, she actually tries to be nicer. She tries to be more bearable, which is pretty difficult for her. Its against her nature to be so. She can't stay angry at the guy. Seriously. She's tried to hit him multiple times, and she can never do it. Ok, she's only hit him once, and she made up for it a second later. She's not the abusive bitch people think she would be in a relationship. Ick, that word still rubs her a bit wrong. Maybe its because of how her parents marriage deteriorated, or maybe its just because she doesn't want to remind herself how she's now going against anything she was ever taught by her father. You can bet your buttons she's really freakin' conflicted about that. Survivors don't rely on people. Relying on people can get you killed. Can give enemies a target, no matter how competent the person might be. But she loves him. Yes, she as to admit it because its true. Its a fact she cannot deny. She loves him completely, and remains dubious as to what he see's in her. Which is probably the reason why she actually tries to be better. Not that she realizes much of it.

        LOVE:
        → Drinking
        → Smoking
        → Getting paid
        → Relaxing
        → The occasional gamble
        → Her job.
        → Partying
        → New guns for her to own.
        → Freedom to do what she wants
        → Dogs. Especially bigger ones like huskies, german shepards, etc
        → Movies
        → Music
        → Tattoos
        → Drawing/painting
        → Giving people a hard time
→ Spade


        HATE:
        → Pity
        → Weakness
        → Useless people
        → Being asked about herself
        → Her authority being questioned
        → Idiots
        → Unexpected obstacles that get in the way of her job.
        → Her freedom being restricted.
        → Getting blamed for something when she didn't do it.
        → Beer. It's like drinking piss, give her a real drink dammit!
        → People who think they are better than her.
        → Real philosophical people.
        → Being told to calm down in any way, shape or form. Especially if someone starts that "breath in, then out" crap.
        → Cheapskates
        → People who crack their gum
        → Certain modern art
        → Maids
        → Competition
        → Censorship
        → Judgmental people.
        → "Barbies" as she calls them. Basically, prissy, goody-two shoe, obnoxious, dumb as a rock girls who are shallow.
        → Obnoxious people
        → Morality being brought into the picture.
        → Getting stared at.
→ Hospitals. She hates them with a fiery passion.
→ Spade

      IDOL:
        → Her father, Anton Donnikova.

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        HISTORY:
        → As a child coming from mixed heritage and histories, Alisa only really understood one truth throughout her life. And that, is survival. Her mother was from Xing, and her father from Drachma. Her mother had been working as a waitress in a bar. Her father had been a soldier for Drachma. The two hit it off while her father had been on leave, and it didn’t take long for them to end up married. Happy right? Well it can be funny how quickly a life can go to shit.

Alisa was born, and at first things were good. Her father was promoted into some special ops group, and her mother had a stay-at-home job. She raised her daughter on her own for the most part, and always played the part of the dutiful wife. Her father was rarely home, but when he was, he always seemed to return more haggard than before. And always he taught her things of the world. It was just little things at first, the occasional story and such. He made sure she had a dual-citizenship for Xing and Drachma so she could go to either if she needed to. He read her some of his alchemy books while her mother would try to teach her of alkahestry when he wasn’t around. Her father won out on that deal. And to her, all of this was normal. When the kids wondered at the things her father told her, she would get angry and shout. Once she even punched a kid. Her mother was not pleased when she went to the principle to hear about that.

Maybe that was the beginning of the trouble, that small little punch. Maybe it was her dad being home more often. Or maybe it was when her father decided to teach her how to shoot and fight when she was eight. He was on leave for at least a month, and so he showed her how to aim at tin cans and throw proper punches. It was the first time her mother spoke up and argued with her father. “A normal life.” She said to him. That she wasn’t his little soldier. That she shouldn’t be hitting kids at school. And so Alisa watched her parents yell at each other for the first time.

And so her father began to lie to her mother about what they did when they went off together. He taught her more alchemy amongst the fighting, shooting, and other tid-bits of info. She knew more of what happened when her father went on missions than her mother. Thus she learned of the world faster than other kids. It was beginning to show at school as she soon fell into a lot that her mother didn’t care for in the least. Her mother became stricter, and stricter, but Alisa just rebelled more and more. Her mom couldn’t even get her father to really talk to her about it. He would just say something to appease the situation, and her mother knew it.

Alisa continued down the path that had she set had set out on, occasionally getting in fights, smoking, getting her tattoo, cursing as bad a sailor, and studying Alchemy. Soon her father eventually stayed at home all the time, appearing as if he had lived more than one lifetime. The brightness and warmth that used to be there was gone, replaced by eyes that had seen too much. It was a shock to her. This man that taught her everything, who had always seemed unstoppable, who always was so strong was now so weak.

Then the accident happened a year later. She was 17 when her father was killed. That she knows for a fact is when the shit started. Her mother became withdrawn, and she stopped trying to change her daughter. As for Alisa…. She practically snapped. One day a kid came in and made the mistake of pissing her off. She beat him so bad he almost died. Her mom didn’t even yell at her for it. It was like she had just…. Stopped. And one day she did. She hung herself on the doorknob of the bathroom for her daughter to find when she got home from school.

Now she was just done. F*** all. She packed up what she needed, took out all her parent’s money, and burned that place down to the ground. Eventually she became a mercenary alchemist who did what she wanted, and only that.

Amongst her travels, she ended up taking a job that led her into Central Amestris, getting her money's worth before heading off to the bar. Boy did she NOT predict what would end up happening that night. She's sitting there, chill as you please with her whiskey when this guy comes stumbling in, face-plants in her tits before collapsing in a heap on the floor. Yeah, she was pissed off but he looked so pitiful, she couldn't do it. Turned out the man was none other than Spade Aeries, head of the very city she was in. And well... man in charge of the soldiers that could always possibly go after her should they catch a whiff of what she did for a living. Everyone had something against killing! Long story short, they hit it off, they ate dinner, and they had a lovely "roll in the hay" back at his apartment. Yeah... Yeah that was the brilliant beginning to one hell of a relationship.

Skip ahead a bit, it's after the war with Creta and Amestris is in shambles. Or well, Central is for sure. She didn't know where else was, nor did she frankly care. War was one of the dumbest things you could join. It was like asking to get fucking killed! But she was back in Central, laying low since someone wanted her pretty little head, and she preferred it on her shoulders. Guess who fucking called her? Spade! And he was fucking injured! He had gotten shot! Grrr... She had been so pissed, and she didn't get why. She didn't get why he affected her so. She didn't get the attraction. Yeah he was handsome, yeah he was great in bed, yeah they got along really well, but what the fuck! she didn't fucking get it! And then she ran, yes, ran to his apartment because she was fucking worried about him!! And it was good she had, since his apartment was in shambles and was about to come down around him. She saved him from certain death in his injured state, and then he asked her a question that stopped her cold.

I--don't know, but my apartment is already like that so... let's leave Central...together."

And you know what that made her realize? She loved him. She fucking loved him! But this conflicted with everything her father had raised her to be. Not to depend on others for they could be a weak link, they could get her killed. She almost lost her nut because she was so conflicted on what she wanted to do. So what happened? She broke down and cried, and told him no. That she couldn't fucking do it. God... what a pussy she now believes herself to be. He wiped her memory of him using his Inception alkahestric ability, and the two separated.

But that certainly wasn't the last time they saw each other. No... It was like FATE had thrown their dice for them, and they found each other again. During the war with Drachma, Alisa had been hired by Hild, the leader of RIOTE to protect this one building (that she didn't get the significance of at all). While there, she met an Amestrian soldier named Nika, and the two fought a bit before Alisa escaped with a shot to the shoulder, and an injured leg. What? She had to basically jump off a roof and use wires to save herself! Shits fucking dangerous if you hadn't noticed. At this point, she just wanted out of the war but nooooooo.... Amestrian soldiers saw her as she drew close to Red Square, and they decided they had to take her out! She ended up cornered, and things were looking bleak. She didn't want to be no prisoner of war! She'd probably get shanked for doing RIOTE's bidding! But then.... Spade appeared. And somehow, by some means, she remembered him. She knew him. He thought he had fully purged himself from her, but he hadn't. No, she fucking loved him. You couldn't just erase that with some jedi mind trick! So the two escaped the war and now are recovering in a hospital in North City.

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      TRIVIA:
        → She has dual pistols.
        → Dual wielding is her specialty, but she can use pretty much any gun that you put in her hands.
        → She's very nimble and flexible.
        → She has a knack for dodging bullets.
        → Her first name was taken from a character in a book that her father once read.
        → She has sold a couple of paintings that she made while she was taking a break from her main job.
        → She rarely uses her Xing name except when it would make sense to.
        → She's mostly straight. But she has occasionally looked at someone and told them not to try her. To quote, "If I get in your bed, you won't be able to go back." *cough*
        → Yes, she still has some of the books her father and mother hand on alchemy and alkahestry respectively.
        → She's a pretty good melee-fighter. Not the best, but she does fine.
        → She has dual-citizenship for Drachma and Xing.
→ She always carries a lighter on her now.
      → Fluent in Drachman, Xingese, Cretan, and Amestrian. When she speaks, she has a constant slight Drachmanian accent. In Cretarian, certain occasional words do cause her Xingese accent show through.
→ Cerisian, Aerugese

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        ALIAS:
        → Vi

        OTHER CHARACTERS:
        → Vivian Olivia Duchamp

      CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
        → I sort of used Revy as a loose base for her which sort of backfires with her history. I apologize for it being a drama, but it pretty much explains how she got to be the way that she is now. If it's a problem, I can do my best to fix it since I do understand that a bunch of drama stories are..... redundant. ><;; So yes, it can be fixed!

Also, I'll probably bleep out her cursing for the most part since I suspect that could be bad so often....

        FACE CLAIM:

Code:

[b]Black Lagoon/Rei Hiroe[/b]/[i]Revy[/i]

      CUSTOM RANK:
        → The Survivalist

      OFFICIAL TITLE:
        → Twin Fang

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[Reila Tsukino]

APPROVED

Don't bleep out the cursing. I don't at least. This place isn't for little kids anyway.

[Alisa Donnikova]

Leveling her up~

[Guest]

APPROVED

You're good to go. Best you prod an admin to fix your level.

[Reila Tsukino]

Vi is an admin XD

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