Post by katie on Aug 17, 2011 15:05:29 GMT -5
Katherine A n y a Sloan
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Eat of this, it is my flesh
Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things
[/color][/font]Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper. And she ran to him, then they started to fly.
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Are You There God? It's Me, Dean Winchester
[/color][/font]Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you're done. Lay your weary head to rest.[/center]
Nickname/Alias[/color]: Katie, Sister Katie, Sister Morphine
Sex[/color]: Female
Age[/color]: 327 (looks about 20)
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Bisexual
Member Group[/color]: Creature: Shtriga
Canon or Original[/color]: Original
Abilities[/color]: Katie is a shtriga, either a witch or a monster depending on who you ask. She is functionally immortal so long as she keeps up her feeding cycle, which requires that besides small feedings every few weeks, she must spend a number of months every 25 years feeding on the Spiritus Vitae (lifeforce) of humans. As she feeds, Katie can also draw disease, poisonings, and even injuries out of her victim, functionally healing them. However, even as she heals them she is still draining their lives away, shortening their lifespan by a matter of months or years.
While she feeds, she transforms into a pallid, gnarled humanoid shape with greatly elongated fingers and draws the life directly from the mouths of humans. This is the only moment at which Katie is vulnerable to physical attack. At all times she is stronger, faster, and has sharper senses than a human, with a strength and speed roughly equal to a black-eyed demon, maybe a bit less.[/ul][/size]
The Usual Suspects And What Should Never Be
[/color][/font]Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my soul. Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my bones.[/center]
Hair[/color]: Brown and wavy/curly
Height & Weight[/color]: 4'11", 84 lbs.
Body Type[/color]: Extremely small, but with proportional curves.
Distinguishing Features[/color]: Just pierced ears
Face Claim[/color]: Michelle Trachtenberg
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It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester
[/color][/font]I see the bad moon arising. Don't go around tonight, well its bound to take your life.[/i][/center]
[li]Warm, dry weather
[/li][li]Large cities
[/li][li]Cars, especially fast ones.
[/li][li]Whiskey (vodka tastes like alcoholic nothing)
[/li][li]Asian food, the spicier the better
[/li][li]Bubblegum pop
[/li][li]Newports
[/li][li]Modern medicine
[/li][li]Cherry hard candies
[/li][li]Soap that smells like food
Dislikes[/color]:
[/li][li]Her feeding cycle
[/li][li]Snow, Sleet, any cold wet weather
[/li][li]Being in the ocean
[/li][li]Sushi
[/li][li]Pain
[/li][li]How fast technology moves
[/li][li]Drug companies
[/li][li]Sitcoms. Seriously, they're ridiculous.
[/li][li]Angels. They always know what she is.
[/li][li]Demons. They're just dicks.
Strength[/color]:
[/li][li]Nearly impossible to kill.
[/li][li]Faster and stronger than a straight human
[/li][li]Long years have given her a lot of perspective on life
[/li][li]Extremely well-read and educated
[/li][li]Skilled hunter, the rare times she chooses to take up the chase.
Weaknesses[/color]:
[/li][li]Can be killed by being attacked with blessed iron while feeding.
[/li][li]Her 'patients'
[/li][li]Gets squeamish at odd moments
[/li][li]A bit of a romantic, it makes her easier to manipulate
[/li][li]Reacts badly to being cold and wet, it's a psychological issue but so deeply ingrained that it might as well be a physical weakness.
Fears[/color]:
[/li][li]Being found out and pursued by hunters
[/li][li]Losing her immortality and aging normally
[/li][li]Somehow getting stuck back in Russia
[/li][li]Jellyfish. They're just freaky.
Secrets[/color]:
[/li][li]She claims not to know the spell that transformed her into what she is. That's a lie, she remembers it perfectly.
[/li][li]Sometimes in between feeding cycles she goes somewhere and just lives a life for a few years, turns her back on the rest of it and lives for herself.
Habits/Quirks[/color]:
[/li][li]Doesn't like computers and will go to ridiculous lengths to avoid having to use one.
[/li][li]Doesn't own a cell phone, she just borrows other people's.
Overall Personality[/color]: Anyone could be forgiven for dismissing Katie as an overearnest young woman currently growing through the ultraliberal 'smoke pot and talk about how to redistribute the world's wealth' phase of her development. She looks the part, she volunteers at food kitchens, she lives in a tiny apartment in the college district. She even attends the very occasional college class.
But the real her is much closer to the version that the street kids see. Harsh, earthy, cynical, loving, with a full understanding of just how ugly the world is and the capacity to keep trying to make it better even if it's a doomed effort. She avoids the supernatural community as best she can, far too many hunters shoot first and ask questions later and while she can't be killed by any normal means, getting shot hurts like a bitch.
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There Is A Monster At The End Of The Book
[/color][/font]You're as cold as ice, you're willing to sacrifice our love. You know that you are.[/center]
Mothers Name[/color]: Lyuba
Fathers Name[/color]: Pietr
Siblings[/color]: Mykhailo, Oksana, Andry, Fedir, all long dead. OOC Note: This was before surname were in common use in the Ukraine, Katie's use of 'Petrovna' is consistent with Russian naming conventions, not Ukrainian.
Overall History[/color]: In the spring of 1684, a Ukrainian tinsmith's daughter was born with the caul wrapped tightly around her head, a near-disaster that was remedied by the quick thinking of the midwife attending the delivery. The grateful parents named the girl Ekaterina and never wondered why the local herbwoman took a continuing interest in the girl as she grew up. Honestly, they were just grateful when the midwife came back to them when Ekaterina was eight and offered to buy her into a servant's contract. She needed a girl around the house to cook and clean, she said, and it was a perfectly respectable position for a whitesmith's fourth girl.
Life in Mama Yasha's house wasn't bad, Ekaterina became very fond of her. And when the old woman started to feed Katya a daily dose of a particular blend of herbs, boiled roots, and blood the girl was bright enough to know why. Legends of the shtrigoi weren't as widespread as they'd been a few centuries before, but growing up in a witch's house you learn a few things. She took the dose every day without complaint and never spoke of what went on behind closed doors.
But then the plague came back, as it did every thirty years or so in that part of the world. Katya helped Mama Yasha treat the sick as best they could, but when Yasha's oldest son died something went a little strange with the old woman. She changed the doses that she was feeding Katya, whispering with a sort of frantic glee that her Katya would be the savior of them all. And it worked, sort of. Ekaterina took the altered dose from new moon to new moon and when the hunger first came she was able to kneel over a dying man and draw the plague from him like sucking the juice from a plum, and the taste just as sweet.
For three years their village remained remarkably lucky through the worst of the epidemic, but as the disease passed, Yasha told Ekaterina that she would have to go. This little town wouldn't feed her, the witch explained, and because of the way her nature had been altered she would require a steady stream of Spiritus Vitae, she couldn't go the full quarter-century between feedings. She needed to go to a city, the larger the better.
Like the good girl she was, Katya went and found a city, a big one. And a few years after that, she learned that one city, no matter how large, couldn't support her forever and she left town just ahead of a witchburning.
After that she wandered. For centuries she wandered. She got married, once, that was a disaster. She dressed up as a man and fought in a war, that was kind of fun but she got tired of it long before the army was willing to let her go. She sailed, she flew, she got rich and got poor and got rich again.
And she fed. Four times a century she fed, taking in the raw life that makes all other food seem like the decaying flesh and rotting vegetable matter that it is. Pure life, it's like nothing else and even now she craves it as she forces herself to be content with the little sips she takes from her lost sinners.
Katie has had many decades to perfect her public personas, and though she's had to adapt them through the years the basics stay the same. During the day, in her interactions with the sane and lawful world she presents herself as a liberal-leaning college student. Pretty, passionate, maybe not the smartest girl that's ever been but dedicated to her causes even more than she is to her studies.
At night she is the other one. Often they call her Sister, assuming that she must be a nun. It's not something she discourages. She walks among the homeless and displaced, handing out sandwiches and listening to stories, tucking folded bills into grubby pockets when she thinks she can do some good. And sometimes she draws one of them into an alley, well out of sight of anyone else. "Shhh," she tells them. "It will all be all right. Don't look." She holds one hand across their eyes and kisses them, keeping them blind as she draws the sickness out, stealing a year or three or five off their lifetime at the same time. But the next time they go to the clinic, they find that their T-cells are miraculously climbing, the tumors have shrunk down, the flare-up seems to be fading, the addiction has eased its iron grip. She kisses them and heals them and kills them a little all at the same time.
Katie never dares stay in the same city too long, word starts to spread. Even now she's heard the whispers on the street about Sister Morphine, the nun who prays the pain away. She doesn't dare let the legend spread too wide, especially since it's only twelve more years until the cycle starts up again and the hunger returns.
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Dream A Little Dream Of Me, Bloody Mary
[/color][/font]I never meant to be so bad to you, one thing I said that I would never do.[/center]
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You know what I can do.
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
Dean Winchester Romeo mad by stealing it now would you?
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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