"DON'T TELL ME HOW TO LIVE, WHOM TO TRUST, AND WHAT TO DO."
KSENIA MARIYA ROMANOVKISS•EN•YA Ma•Ree•UH Row•MAN•OFthe basicsNICKNAME: kenzie
ALIGNMENT: neutral evil LOCATION: moscow, russia BIRTHDAY: january 19th SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight HEIGHT: five foot four HAIR: black EYES: bright blue OCCUPATION(s): assassin / the "family business" / thief character interview"I'm the youngest and I'm the only girl, and that fuckin' sucks. Half the time I'm treated like a porcelain doll and the other half of the time, dad forgets I am a girl." Frowning, she fingered the cigarette in her hands, bringing it to her lips without bothering to light it, not yet. "I like it better that way. I wanna be treated like an equal, not like some fuckin' weaklin' just 'cause I have boobs." She grimaced, flicking her lighter into life, the flame brought to the edge of the cigarette. With a huff, she blew out a cloud of smoke, relaxing back into the chair she'd claimed as her own, booted feet up on the table in front of her with an easy grace.
The lighter was placed back in her pocket, the holster at her side given a light tap. "Dad runs the fuckin' Bratva, so life's kind of a constant danger, but it makes it excitin'. I'm the best assassin he's got, and I'm one hell of a thief when he needs a job done fast. I'd rather be stealin' shit and plantin' shit than killin' people, but I'll never tell dad that or he might stop givin' me hits. I don't hate it, I just don't like that bein' all I do..." Fingers, always needing to move and hold something, pulled a knife from its sheath against her calf, twirling the blade like a baton between her knuckles, not even flinching. The movement was so natural, she didn't even need to look at her hand to know she was maneuvering the blade in the right direction. With a thud! the blade hit the wall across from her, right above her brother's head where it hung on the wall across the room. "He's a right fuckin' dick, y'know that? Mitch doesn't even fuckin' do shit for dad and dad still consults him about everything." She sat up straight, putting out the cigarette on the nearby ash tray. Standing, she leaned across the desk to pull the knife free, grinning at the mark it left in the wall. "I do whatever the fuck he asks and he barely consults me on anything. Pisses me right the fuck off, it does!" The knife was thrown again, hitting the same mark as before, tip embedded in the wall and splintering the drywall beneath. There was no doubt that she would be good at darts... FUN FACTSDOMINANT HAND: right
SMOKES: yes LANGUAGES: russian, english TATTOOS: six PIERCINGS: four GLASSES: no COFFEE OR TEA: coffee, with sugar MORNING OR NIGHT: night CATS OR DOGS: neither PET(S): none A TV SHOW: house of cards A SCENT: spruce A JUNK FOOD: oreos |