Schwarz, Tatyana

[Guest]

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CASE FILE: RIOTE Militant/Alchemist

"Allow me to disrupt your dreams and paint them, my own colors." -Tatyana


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FULL NAME:
→ Tatyana 'Firov' Schwarz

AGE:
→ 21

SEX:
→ Female.

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Moscow, Drachma

RACE:
→ Amestrian

DEPARTMENT:
→ RIOTE soldier

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ May 2. 20??

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HEIGHT:
→ 5'4

WEIGHT:
→ 123 lbs

PICTURE:
→

Tatyana:

DESCRIPTION:
→ Tatyana is a bit short, but all sweet. Her smallish and skinny stature makes her look like she's a few years younger than she actually is. She's skinny and doesn't look to have a whole lot of muscle. Her skin is a bit pale, but a soft peach that looks sweet under her kindly cut locks. Often times, she wears clothes that are very 'girly'. She likes to wear dresses, flat dress shoes and hair pins or top hats. She doesn't wear earrings or rings yet, but she does have a silver locket that she sits on her shoulders that dangles into an oval shape. Inside is a picture of an older man with his newborn baby and on the other side is that man with an older woman by him, both smiling at the on looker. (Haha, she'll never show you it, though!)

Her hair is short and wispy long dirty brown. Her bangs feather over her head and show off her large green eyes. She has no freckles and the birthmark she has is under her left elbow. A light pinkish scar almost, shaped like a blob and only a few centimeters big. She has a few curves now so she still looks her age. Her voice is a bit light and soft, one that has to speak up often. The way Tatyana walks is almost like she's a fairy, dainty, sweet and very 'primp'. A bit of a hop is in every step. She likes to spin and twirl, often she'll even hum. Tat has the appearance of having ADHD.

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PERSONALITY:
→ In some ways, Tatyana is a young adult. She believes she doesn't need help. She knows 'all' and in some ways she believes she 'knows it all' without being a know it all when in actuality she is still just as naive as she was at the age of eight. She does hesitate to tell a lie, but if it's needed to get what she wants, she'll try it. The second someone catches onto it, she apologizes and stumbles to the truth, she dislikes being dishonest or lying. Any sort of cruel thing Tatyana doesn't like. In some ways she's a hypocrite, as she believes that anything can be gained through the truth and yet flickers of insincerity she'll lie.

Tatyana isn't afraid of new things and likes to brave down the path east taken. She states her mind often without being snarky about it. As she will state if she doesn't like someone "Are you sure you don't want to go with so-and-so instead?" She tries at all times to keep calm and see optimistically even when the cards are down.

Incredibly stubborn, Tatyana does not give up in the slightest. When she puts her mind to something, get out of her way. "Whatever it takes" she lives by this rule. A moral of 'give it your all or give it nothing' as her loyalties never falter from her or her friends. In the eyes of her friend Sinister, he believes she's grown up quite a bit since her father passed away and her goals though a bit confusing seem honorable. She is a fighter and Tatyana dislikes giving up.

Upon the average day, Tatyana expresses her 'emotions' freely. Happiness and bitter sadness fluctuate depending on conversations or the occasional tinge of loneliness. She misses her father greatly and aspires to make him proud. She likes to laugh and make jokes, however she knows when to get back in line. Essentially she is just a young lady. She is vivid and expressive. There isn't much the woman hides, behind her childish personality.


LOVE:
→ Flowers, snow, her father, Reading, chocolates, classical music, dancing in the rain, homemade cookies, butterflies, Alice in Wonderland, goofing off, tea parties, her doll collection

HATE:
→ Unicorns, Licorice, Chowders, Clams (or oysters), pearls, bugs, worms, arachnids, snakes, stains, inconsiderate people

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ Works for RIOTE She's from the future, Who her father is

IDOL:
→ 'Viktor Firov'

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HISTORY:
→ Tatyana was a girl born after her own father's heart. A family without a mother was a bit different than the families without a father. Her father was the bane of her existence and like so many children wish they had.. she had that perfect family. A father who spent enough time with her. His slanderous life kept on the down low so his daughter wouldn't be subjected to the images. He was pretty much what every other father groaned at. The one they saw walk down the hall and avoided because he had a mass of pictures in his wallet or a story about how when Tatyana was two she put her shoes on the wrong feet or counted wrong. The kind of father that teenagers whined about being over protective but secretly adored the attention.

Tatyana was born at a disastrous time where disease was at a rising peak in the cold winter and traditional Drachman weather. There were none safe from the life-threatening situations and with a weakened immune system, her mother passed away with little over a couple days spent on her newborn child. Though heart-broken, Viktor knew he had to keep his child alive or the whole battle with his wife would be pointless. After all, what was the point of losing them both if he could at least keep one?

Late nights, a family man through and through, Viktor made sure he always had his time balanced enough that he could spend time with his little girl. He was sleep deprived and often running on empty, but his patience was astounding and even as he went to work and colleagues asked, he simply explained "She gives me the energy to get through the day". They'd joke about him and what he actually did and though he'd laugh and smile, he was never truly happy until he was home with his daughter.

Her first day of school was the worst day of his life. Many manly tears were shed and as odd as it was, the man even chased the bus with second thoughts. His best friend, effectively dragging him back and explaining this time could be spent to get things done. Of course, that is exactly what he did. He did laundry, his work for well his job and any sort of cleaning that needed finishing up.

At the age of ten, her father brought her a new toy. He had made a visit to Xing and found it in the toy shop. Of course as odd as it looked, a bit older, he thought she'd find some sort of entertainment for the toy. It was her birthday present and of course, Tatyana loved it.

Unfortunately... the given animal was a possessed stuffed dragon who embodied a serial killer. Go figure. The night Tatyana went to sleep was the night she woke up with beady eyes glaring down at her. She went to scream but her mouth was full of plush, until she threw it.

One.. very odd discussion later, the man introduced himself as Xian Nei. Unfortunately, Tatyana had very little knowledge of Xing so her pronunciation was Xian'e. (Later she googled it and found it meant Sinister. It seemed fitting even if he hated it.) She became inseparable from the stuffed toy and the two came to a deal. If she could learn of a way to get him out of the toy and into a real body, he would let her keep the toy (naturally young and naive, she said yes) and the search began.

Tatyana had no idea where to start looking. Her first steps took her into RIOTE and she decided then and there, she would talk to these strong peoples to get an idea of how to keep the animal. After all, she was still only eight.

Years passed and Tatyana simply trained with guidance from her stuffed dragon toy. She told no one about Sinister, because who would believe her anyways? His own experienced skills taught her techniques in ways she would have never thought; assassination. Though she'd never be as good as he (he kindly explained) she knew enough to shank an off guard opponent or to give herself enough time to run. Even if he was insane, he never believed a young child should kill.

At the age of fourteen, Tatyana got a birthday present she was less than pleased to receive. She was called and informed of her father's death. In a raid against Fort Briggs, the man had been shot down by an enemy officer and killed. Tatyana was breathless as the tears wouldn't stop and for once Sinister was silent. The demon dragon let his apprentice mourn in peace while even he could feel a slight twinge of angering pain. How he hated it yet he let her remain untouched. The dragon felt a bit awkward while the daughter grabbed him and sobbed on him like a pillow. Though he protested many a times, but soon quieted down and let her go, unsure of how to comfort... She was an orphan now and he never knew that kind of pain.

Her god-father took her in, not long after and Tatyana looked forth into the world, ready to take up where her father had left off. She would help him, even if he was dead and bring forth something new into her life. After all, he had never raised her to stand still.

Or at least.. that was her cover story.

Her real story.. was something much more perplexing and confusing that none know of. A complex world was displayed to a child that barely knew the world.

She was born from the two beings, one known as [redacted] and the other is [redacted]. Life was oddly normal despite the way the world saw the man, her father. Some saw him as a savoir and others saw him as a devil. The top and the bottom, Alpha and Omega, he was everything to the men of his time and yet.. well control was only in perspective. Whether he TRULY had control was in the eyes of those around him and even the woman he was with.

Even by the time she was born, it was shown Tatyana was a smart little girl. Of course, even if she HADN'T had been, her father would have made sure she would not falter to a below average mediocrity. Of course, this meant that come to schoolwork and hobbies, she had to give 200% and anything less would unacceptable.

It wasn't as if she were a beaten or hated child, by far no. Tatyana was loved and she knew it, but her father was by no means lenient when it came to her works. A drive to be better, to be smart and intellectual, but at the same time disciplined and cared for. It was an odd situation and in fact, some kids made fun of her. Then again, most people were more frightened of her or rather, her father. Just looking at the man seemed to make people think twice on messing with Tatyana.

She was in no way 'given' everything in life as most assumed. Tatyana had to earn her knowledge through study and through her own vigorous scheduling. In her spare time, she was often playing piano or reading some of her father's books. Naturally, this wasn't until she was about eight and even then, a lot of the information passed right over her head. It was only through repetitive questions, answers and rereads that she even got basic understandings. She sought a better explanation, but avoided asking her father, afraid he might tell her not to look into such things. Whether he would or not, she was unsure, but better be safe and not sorry and after all, she had just been in trouble a few days before for breaking curfew.

It was by one day she came up to him with a question on it. "Father." Her voice faltered slightly, her small body worming over to him. Gently she nestled against his body, her face looking up with soft curiosity. "What is your opinion on alchemy?" She'd heard of it often. It seemed so obscure and strange. His response was strange to her.

It was hard at first not to shy away from the sought comfort of others, but upon hearing her voice, he stopped. For his daughter it was always different. It had been years since someone asked him that question. "Opinions are for cowards, Tatyana. Seek only the results. You see that alchemy still exists, yes? Is that not answer enough?"

"But at one time, you sought to destroy it. What changed your mind?" Her immediate question slipped her lips. Eyes large and innocent stared up at him.

"It was a ruse." He replied to her.

"So it is neutral then?"

Her father paused a moment, before proceeding. "What is?"

"Alchemy. It's a neutral force depending on those who use it?" Her brow furrowed slightly, debating on the words to say.

"It's a gift."

"But- Then does that mean that it's neutral and we align it or do they align us naturally? AH! I'm so confused," she admitted. Her head hurt from trying to understand the aspects he was giving. He simply pat her head and the day continued as if she hadn't even asked her questions.

It didn't stop her from her studies. In fact, she continued to read more on the history of alchemy and the mechanics. Her nights were spent with a book light and a diagram all matched with an array of notes scattered about her sheets, then shoved under her pillow for morning times. Needless to say, she'd look deep into the world and practice into late hours without much sleep. It was managed, she didn't go insane or slip in her work.

A few months later, Tatyana found herself at the library in Drachma. Her eyes browsed covers, until she saw an older looking book. At first, she couldn't read the title. Oddly, the script was in Cretan and though she couldn't understand the words, she found herself interested in what the foreign book had to say. She checked it out and hurried home to ask her father about it. An eager face was aglow, and small hands offered it to him. "Can you read me this? Please?" Her soft look pleaded softly. He couldn't refuse. As he started to read it in Amestrian, he was stopped.

"No. I want to hear it how it's written." It seemed her father was a bit stunned by the words she had said. He didn't question it, but nodded and started over, speaking in a language that sounded like gibberish to her. She'd always loved story time, it didn't matter who with. When it was with her father, it seemed more special. Maybe it was because her father wasn't really a talkative man or maybe because she was a daddy's girl, it didn't matter.

It was the first story he'd read to her in another language. It was captivating for her, the way such words could flow and have meaning. She loved it and decided to learn what the meaning of the story even was through her own studies. Through months of rereading the book and a handful of other books in Cretan, she taught herself the language. There were no translators and now googling, she simply learned through sheer will power and repetition. Eventually, she found herself eagerly grabbing his hand and in turn reading the first few pages to him. She was proud of her triumph. Naturally her Cretan was well-made yet, but she wasn't onto that next step yet.

It was by pure 'luck' she found her father practicing. She had questions to ask him, on things that he probably would get upset about. Of course she wanted his attention, his support, but something went horribly wrong. On her way to practice, Tatyana was pulled into something odd. Her world spun, she couldn't breathe for a second Her world warped and she was feeling lapsed completely.

It was a few days later she regrouped and found herself in a world different from where she HAD been. Alone and scared, Tatyana wandered Drachma for weeks, wondering who she was or even WHERE she was. It seemed like home, but the manor at which she had normally stayed....

Walking up to the streets, she found a large and dilapidated looking house. What was that? That wasn't home! Her eyes widened and her body trembled.. she was scared, terrified even. It was a strange world. It was a world she didn't know or even understand. The language was the same, the snow was the same, but the house wasn't there. Was she dead Was this a Hell she had been sent to in turn for studying such obscure things? How unfair! She hadn't even TRIED anything THAT bad, yet. The key word was YET in her experiences she had found that even a slight THOUGHT could earn a punishment. Temptation came through those tiny thoughts that could steal a person away into the night.

It was only through sheer luck that a member of RIOTE had found her. The man was known as Viktor Firov, a kind man who seemed worried about the young girl wandering about unattended. He demanded to know who her father was and when she told him, well he was utterly surprised. "You're kidding." He muttered. "You must have hit your head!" Why didn't he believe her? The 14-year old looked most displeased when he laughed at her words. There was some joke she missed?

"I doubt Aurel has a kid your age, little miss. So tell me. Where do you live?"

Again, the man looked at her funny when she explained it. His own reasoning was that place had been condemned a long time ago and people were getting ready to tear it down. Tatyana looked most displeased and asked the man what he meant. His explanation led him to talking about RIOTE.

WAIT! RIOTE? So her father WAS around? But he wasn't her father? It didn't make sense. So, the young girl thanked the man and took to looking into finding her father.

It wasn't too long before they met, but things weren't right. Just by looking at the man, he didn't seem to be her father. People addressed him by the right name and he had the same eyes.. but something was off. She agreed to helping him and went off to help miss Villetta in the process.

Blood sprayed her eyes not much longer, but oddly she woke up with the eyes of a completely other side. How odd, she held a gun at the back of her own head. Memories recoiled into her mind. A spoken warning; "Little girls seem to fall into holes often. Make sure you keep an eye on them." When she had said the words, she didn't know and yet, she did at the same time. She knew they were life saving and kept them close to herself. Her body fell to the ground and Tatyana turned to find her leader quickly. It was impulsive, she couldn't quite understand why she needed to, but she spoke the truth without giving away too many spoilers. The body was left there, hidden away and in shock, a small stuffed toy scurried away.

A race! It was a race to see who could get to the man first. Who could tell him of the news he needed to know? Her penmanship was signed with her signature, not that he could read anymore than the initials of a 'T' and an 'S'. Her cursive scribbles were barely legible, likely, but written in red ink, urgently pressing. Her next steps were taken to find herself. She had killed herself to save herself and in a roundabout way. What IF she had never been born? Would he remain alive without that bond? How many slices could a knife make before all was stripped away? Tatyana grinned at her own twisted logic and sought for a court face to face.

"I killed Tatyana." Her lips had curled into a small grin. A familiar face, looking slightly older than the one no longer there. A small dash of blood on her cheeks and eyes of green that simply lit up in pleasure. Her voice was almost a purr. "However, I am ALSO Tatyana. A pleasure to meet you again, Aurel." That name tasted so odd on her tongue. "It's so nice seeing you again, for the first time." Oh how she basked in the little moment she had, before looking about and stretching a bit. She'd have to go back home, but some things had to be done first. A moment of pause followed as she debated the delicate matter. It wasn't as if her slip of words could change the universe, but in a way it could change everything she knew. Alas there were plenty of dangers associated with time travel and there would ALWAYS be more in travelling back as opposed to traveling forward.. Thus after, she had to leave, seeking out some of her given tasks.

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TRIVIA:
→ Tatyana speaks in Amestrian-accented Drachman(maroon), Cretan(forestgreen), Studied Nipi(indianred), Amestrian(white) and can speak broken Xingese{springgreen}, in the process of learning Aerugese(firebrick)
→ Tatyana grew up in Drachma, but her home was Amestrian based, so she spoke Amestrian before Drachman. Her Drachman has an influenced Amestrian accent.
→ Tatyana is right handed
→ Tat has a fixation with Alice in Wonderland
→ Tatyana has a dollhouse full of soulbound dolls.
→ Tatyana wants to go roller skating
→ Tatyana's favorite food is Chicken Dumplings
→ She has a locket with her father's picture in it on her.
→Tat can play the piano blind-folded
→ Tat is from a time in the future
→ Tatyana has a love of classical music
→ Does not like sugar in her tea
→Holds daily tea-parties with her dolls
→ Has read Alice in Wonderland at least 40 times
→ Likes to play the role of 'mysterious woman' and never seems to give up what she really means
→ Her intentions are questionable
→ Knows the location of a certain Izaya Yoshida
→ Is very much a young lady.
→ Hums often times
→ She adores glass figurines
→ She LOVES exploring new cultures and learning new things
→ She has vague memories from ages 15-20. Almost as if those years are a dream.

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ALIAS:
→ Ammy

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ Aaron, Valeria, Iris, Lian, Yoshi, Caj

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ This was harder than it looks x.x; Changes made are colored/noticeable (I hope?)

FACE CLAIM:

Code:

[b]Vocaloid[b]/[i]Yokune Ruko[/i]

CUSTOM RANK:
→ Daddy's Girl

OFFICIAL TITLE:
→ 'Tayna' Alchemist

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[Reila Tsukino]

REVISE

Xian's personality doesn't look finished??

[Guest]

Edit made.

[Reila Tsukino]

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[Reila Tsukino]

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<3 Good job! You don't need to color revamps. But it did help me personally. You can always take it out when you're leveling her.

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