❄️ ( melisa pamuk. cis woman. she/her ) in krovograd , survival is a test of both skill and morality — will SEDEF KAMALOVA withstand the horrors , or will the city break them ? over the comms , their voice cuts through the static : “MAY GOD FORGIVE YOU, BECAUSE I WON'T.” our records confirm they are a THIRTY-FOUR year old LAND RESEARCHER , assigned to VESTIGE for 8 YEARS. field reports describe them as CONFIDENT & AMBITIOUS , though firsthand accounts suggest they are equally CRUEL & SELFISH under pressure. there’s something about them — something in the way they move , speak , or fight — that brings to mind THE HAND THAT FEEDS ( NINE INCH NAILS ). maybe it's just a coincidence. or maybe , it says everything.
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NAME SEDEF KAMALOVA. ADDRESSED AS DR. KAMALOVA ⸺STRICTLY, OR ELSE SHE WON'T ANSWER. DOB 15TH JULY, 1972. POB KYIV, UKRAINIAN SOVIET SOCIALIST REPUBLIC ( FORMELY ), NOW UKRAINE . CURRENT LOCATION KROVOGRAD. GENDER CIS WOMAN. PRONOUNS SHE/HER. OCCUPATION FIELD RESEARCHER, BIOLOGIST, CHEMIST, GENETICIST ETHNICITY TURKISH NATIONALITY UKRANIAN
LANGUAGES SPOKEN UKRANIAN, RUSSIAN, TURKISH & ENGLISH EDUCATION MOST NOTABLE DEGREES INCLUDE PHD IN CHEMISTRY FROM KHARKIV NATIONAL UNIVERSITY & A PHD IN CELLULAR BIOLOGY FROM TARAS SHEVCHENKO NATIONAL UNIVERSITY OF KYIV
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SIBLINGS NONE. MARITAL STATUS WED. CHILDREN NONE. HEIGHT FIVE FOOT NINE INCHES.HAIR DARK BROWN. EYES BROWN, UNDER CERTAIN LIGHT ALMOST HAZEL. SCENT MILD TRACES OF TOBACCO AND ETHYLENE MIXED WITH CEDAR & BERGAMOT MYERS-BRIGGS INTP CHARACTER INSPIRATION VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN ( FRANKENSTEIN ) , MAD HATTER ( ALICE IN WONDERLAND ), JULIUS NO ( DR. NO ), MADAME OLIVIER ( THE BIG FOUR ), HARMONY COBEL ( SEVERENCE ), DOCTOR LERNE ( LE DOCTEUR LERNE, SOUS-DIEU )
HISTORY general triggers apply.
1886 ⸺ the first kamalovs make their way across the border and settle in a city called kyiv. they come as doctors and diplomats, offering a cultural exchange. they're not originally called kamalovs, but years of cultural integrations result in the surname kamalov - derived from the name kamal, of her great ancestor.
1967 ⸺ altan kamalov and dilara giray are wed in podil, the old district of kyiv. altan kamalov, at the time, is most notably known as a prominent soviet politician, while dilara giray is best known for her work as a diplomat.
1972 ⸺ the birth of sedef marks a new chapter for the kamalovs. up until this point, they're politicians, doctors and engineers. nothing smaller and something grander is certainly expected from sedef.
1988 ⸺ at 16, sedef gradutes a year earlier than her peers and leaves high school behind to pursue a higher education.
1989 ⸺ at 17, she enrolls in taras shevchenko national university of kyiv, focusing respectively on a dual-degree program ⸺ one in biology and one in chemistry. no one can deny that sedef is a brilliant woman of science. what they fear, instead, is how that geniusness threatens to unfold.
1992 ⸺ despite the fall of the soviet union a year prior, the kamalovs remain safe and mostly untouched, and now with two degrees under her belt, sedef is for the first time contacted by vestige pharmaceuticals. in the same year, she visits krovograd for the first time / becomes an associate for the vestige pharmaceuticals. they offer her a contract at just the age of 21, but she refuses. she wants a masters first.
1993 ⸺1997 during this period, sedef is only loyal to one goal, which includes furthering her education. she manages to obtain two master degrees and begins working on her first doctorate.
1998 ⸺ her first contract with vestige is signed. she becomes one of the core scientists working on project sable. it's all she's ever wanted from life.
1999 ⸺ sedef, other than working for vestige, makes a breakthrough in her research. while studying the division of cells under the influence of radiation, she succeeds at reviving a dead hound. it's from this moment that sedef thinks she can play god.
2000 ⸺ in the summer of 2000, she leaves krovograd for a brief month to get married. the wedding's certainly not a spectacle, but everyone who is someone is there. she doesn't take her husband's name. that would entail too much paperwork.
2001 ⸺ 2006 in the span between 2001 and 2006, sedef does her best to see her plans and visions come to fruition. she does not fear the mutated, for they are hers, her creation. still, she wants to take things a step further. as of late, she's been researching the cells of dying hollow men. one of them, however, includes the unseen horror. ( girly is working on manmade horrors beyond human comprehension. )
fun facts and extra tidbits !!! ⸺ the kamalovs have always suffered from pulmonary diseases. sedef in turn is a notorious smoker. ( but her family's history of diseases certainly isn't known by anyone ). ⸺ her moral ethics are questionable at best. in recent years, she's become severely cruel and prone to outbursts of ruthlessness. the goal always justifies the means. it's all a playground to her. she wants to see the world burn so she can build it anew.⸺ she's certainly the type who, when infected, lies until the very end and tells everyone that nothing's wrong.⸺ the basic rule of keeping sedef on your side is very simple. don't question her motives or ethics and don't get in her way. ⸺ believes that her discoveries and findings are a gift to humanity. in a sense, they are but at what cost? ⸺ developed a 'bio-weapon' that's not much talked about, but basically, she isolated snake venom and managed to turn it into vapor, which once inhaled can burn up a person's insides. she has a snake enclosure inside her office, which hosts at least ten snakes.
› 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙱𝙾𝚇 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : open ( temp no cap )
𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙰 𝙾𝙵 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 : vesna night
𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙳 𝚁𝙴𝙵 : 23T WP 1938 7462
𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 : 22:13 ZULU ( 10:13 PM LOCAL )
🗒️ ✱ ﹕ㅤ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 , 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 lantern light and laughter — the kind that felt just a little too loud , like everyone was trying to drink , dance , and fuck their worries away before the world came crumbling down again. vesna night. hell of a way to pretend things weren’t going to shit. and cooper ? well , he was more than happy to play along.
leaning against a half - crumbling brick wall , pint in one hand , cigar in the other , he looked like he belonged there— half in the shadows , watching the world go by. the flickering candlelight caught the sharp angles of his face , the scar just under his eye , the lazy smirk that never quite left his lips. his dog tags glinted when he tilted his head , eyeing his newest source of entertainment.
" y’know , " he started , mancunian drawl slow and lazy, " for a night that's supposed to keep the bad spirits away , you lot aren’t doin’ a very good job. can’t decide if you look like trouble or if i just fancy the idea of findin’ out. "
he took a slow drag of his cigar , let the smoke curl from his mouth , then exhaled through his nose , watching it drift into the night air.
" read somewhere that festivals like this used to be about new beginnings , all that hopeful shite. sounds nice , don’t it ? ‘cept here we are , drinkin’ like it’s the end of the bloody world. "
a slow sip of his pint. a flick of his cigar , embers sparking in the dark. he knocked his knuckles against the wooden bar , signaling for another drink — not that he was in any rush. then , his gaze slid back , sharp and just a little too amused.
“ so what’s it gonna be , then ? you sittin’ here to wallow , or you plannin’ to make this night worth rememberin’ ? ” a slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips , just enough to make it unclear whether he was joking or not. " go on , love , " he gestured vaguely with his cigar , " surprise me. "
pelle sub agnina latitat, mens saepe lupina. a wolf in sheep's clothing. for posterity's sake, it's important to note that this wasn't a deliberate choice. sedef had always preferred sleek fur over wool ⸺ but if it bleats right or if it bleeds right, then it's meant for her. flesh and tails are cut and burned off for real wool. after all, the comfort of one always comes at the cost of another.
slender fingers reach into the deep pockets of her coat only to find them empty, the object of her desire misplaced ⸺ or worse lost. the shadow of a man tells her something but his words overlap and blur, her disgust for the celebration accelerating, accentuated by his penchant for prattle.
eloquent in her silence, at her core, sedef is a shape-shifter. a snake with the head of a fox. hers is a vulpine face, with a prominent, elongated but elegant nose, broad cheekbones, and a sharply sculpted chin. from this angle, she looks less frightening. almost human.
''⸺ you sure do speak a lot, but you didn't even think to offer a cigarette to a lady first,'' she says, finally sinking her teeth into the flesh of his sentence, biting off a chunk of meat to push the conversation in another direction.
