Collector, Collected

Petra. 32. Succu-bitch. Head Hunter. sleeper-cell extraordinaire.

[ofashandiron]

We were never welcome here. We were never welcome here at all.

Who We Are, Imagine Dragons. (via ofashandiron)

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Character development task for September, 2015.

Basic Information

Full Name: Petra Yelizaveta Romanenko.

Nickname(s): None.

Age: 32.

Date of Birth: June 4, 1983.

Hometown: Kiev, Ukraine.

Current Location: Paradox Colorado.

Ethnicity: Caucasian.

Nationality: Ukrainian.

Gender: Female.

Pronouns: She/Hers.

Orientation: Demiromantic Bisexual.

Religion: Atheist.

Political Affiliation: The Paradox Council.

Occupation: Bount/Head Hunter.

Living Arrangements: A modest apartment.

Language(s) Spoken: English, Russian.

Accent: Heavy Russian accent.

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Milla Jovovich.

Hair Colour: Ginger/red.

Eye Colour: Blue.

Height: 5′9″.

Weight: 130lbs.

Build: Athletic.

Tattoos: None.

Piercings: None.

Clothing Style: Mostly black or leather, tighter clothing (jeans on occasion and tank tops). Things that are typically easy to move around in. Leather attire for work.

Usual Expression: Neutral, if not slightly bemused.

Distinguishing Characteristics: Icy blue eyes.

Health

Physical Ailments: Healthy.

Neurological Conditions: Abandonment disorder.

Allergies: Lobster.

Sleeping Habits: Early riser, tends to sleep anywhere from 6 - 8 hours a night. More of she has not fed.

Eating Habits: A hefty diet of chi. After that Petra will indulge in mostly meat-based foods -- steak or roast beef. Seldom does she ingest anything considered more fatty.

Exercise Habits: A strict work out regimen: things to tone her upper body and keep herself with excellent cardio fitness.

Emotional Stability: She is emotionally shut off from others, preferring to keep relationships as distant or physical as possible. She fears that if she becomes close to someone they will leave, and will disturb her diet.

Sociability: She prefers to be alone, though has no trouble socializing -- she is considered rather sarcastic in doing such.

Body Temperature: Hot-natured.

Addictions: None.

Drug Use: Formerly recreational, presently none.

Alcohol Use: Social use only.

Personality

Label: The Volatile.

Positive Traits: Independent, loyal, powerful, straightforward, witty.

Negative Traits: Aggressive, cunning, domineering, jealous, patronizing.

Goals/Desires: No present goals or desires.

Fears: Abandonment.

Hobbies: Working out, collecting weapons, collecting food sources, reading.

Habits: Always counts a magazine before using a weapon, tends to obsessively sharpen knives/swords, etc.

Favourites

Weather: Autumnal.

Colour: Dark green.

Music: Trip hop.

Movies: Horror or action.

Sport: Martial arts.

Beverage: Water.

Food: Steak.

Animal: Large cats.

Family

Father: Aleksey Romanenko, father, incubus, alive.

Mother: Lilya Romanenko, mother, human, alive.

Sibling(s): None.

Children: None.

Pet(s): None.

Family’s Financial Status: Upper class.

Extra

Zodiac Sign: Gemini.

MBTI: ESTJ.

Enneagram: The Performer.

Temperament: Choleric.

Hogwarts House: Slytherin.

Moral Alignment: Lawful Evil.

Primary Vice: Lust or Wrath.

Primary Virtue: Diligence.

Element: Fire.

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hellhazards:

He noted her lack of response with his gaze casting over her entirely, trying to find tell to the words she withheld but found nothing to indicate. When his blues caught hers again he inhaled deeply, held it light the last hair left before he sighed, “To be honest I’m probably the least likely to understand what you’re talking about. You might have to break it down for the simple minded.” He didn’t know much of the being before him let alone others and how fair their coexistence would be. He had only speculated the troubles that would come with time or the hierarchy between the species that would form, suspicious he’d be among the lowly. “What I do know are simple truths, one of them being that harmony is temporary. We’re in the eye of the storm, the worst disaster has yet to come and it will be our own doing. That’s what I know but you can find it in any history book.” From eyes to pearly teeth, the urge to diffuse his building tension seemed natural but he held steadfast in keeping her in his sights. “I’m not bothered, though I do have a name, Henry that is. The other part is a detail. And you are?”

Still she studied his face, the shift in expression to the almost lazy smirk. It caused a twinkle in her own eye, one that Petra didn’t bother to cover or hide. “Least likely to understand what, now? The discord or the smarmy understanding of your species?” At least he seemed remotely intelligent when it came to the idea of Paradox, the joke that coexisting in such a manner suggested. Petra was almost certain that anyone else would try to convince her of their false accords -- words that she had no interest in hearing whatsoever. The topic shifted when he mentioned his name, she whispered it as if tasting it on the tip of her tongue, a question more than not ... “Henry ...” Her eyes narrowed slightly, though the mischief still existed within them. Now the succubus did step forward, fully invading upon his personal space and unabashedly squaring him up with her gaze. When it finally landed on his hues she was looking much higher than her own comfortable position, though she did not quite feel small. “Petra.”

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deadlyprxdator:

“You could walk everywhere, you’re just too high maintenance to,” he muttered with a roll of his eyes, crossing his arms. “That one runs 250 points, comes with a warranty.”

“I could, but it would take a lot longer when I’m given official things to do.” Petra snorted, canting her head at the bike, “What sort of warranty? Do I get to ride you around if it breaks down on me, handsome?”

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hellhazards:

Before he could stop himself to her comment the man blurted out, “What the hell does that mean,” making him quickly look away and mouth open as he though of something else to say. “I’ve only been here for  a short period of time. Months but I don’t really keep count.” Five, to be exact but he had remained low key for so long moving his small quantity of belongs it was truthfully less. Still her title, or the only moniker he could place to her, made his gaze snap to her and barely leave to blink, watching her closely. “I’m still not sure what this is supposed to be. What’s wrong with the world that wasn’t already wrong with it before?”

Rather than justify her statement with a more clear answer the succubus merely chuckled softly, shaking her head at how forward he had blurted it out. “A short period of time? So you’re more aware of this shit show. Pretending everything is hunky dory when the world is coming down around us. Thinking we can all live in harmony and sing kumbaya while discord runs rampant, rife within our little community.” Teeth nipped at her lower lip, all the while icy hues kept at him with amused interest. “You look bothered, warlock.”

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deadlyprxdator:

“Mind your own business,” he growled, avoiding looking at her before he led her out back and pointed out a few motorcycles that he’d fixed up himself. “All three are running decent, middle one’s the only finished one, did it myself.”

“Awfully touchy, aren’t you?” It was pointed more under her breath than not, though Petra wasn’t too concerned if he heard. With the explanation of his bikes out of the way she cocked her head, “How much, then? I can’t walk everywhere. And if it’s the only one fixed up ...”

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hellhazards:

His brows raised in shock and curiosity, the sharpness of her tone taking him further aback to be addressed as such. To be asked. So many times he had been surprised to discover people not human it was easy to fall into the old mindset he was surprised the question hadn’t been asked before, but thankful. So he pursed his lips, pocketed his hands and gave a dismissal shake of his head saying, “Warlock. What are you?”

His surprise was amusing, more than anything. She was used to getting what she wanted, when she wasn’t being tossed around like a rag doll. Giving a small squint to her eyes, Petra took a long moment to study him more fully -- more pointedly, when he announced his species. “Mmn, yes you are. And how long have you been here?” Of course she took her time digesting his question. Petra replaced the harsh edge of her prior tone with something more pointedly sweet, canting her head just-so even to appear more ... friendly. Or at least approachable. “Succubus.”

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deadlyprxdator:

Clenching his teeth, Peter decided to let it go for the time being, grabbing his clipboard and coughing roughly into a rag, ignoring the blood on the white towel. “Your car was totaled, not sure how the hell you walked out of that one. Kinda wish you hadn’t but more business for me.”

“I pulled a piece of metal roughly the size of the stick up your ass out of my leg and had a nice, big lunch right after. I’ll spare you the details. Anything for sale on the lot? A bike, or something? I’ll pay cash.” A brow quirked at the cough, the red speckles on the rag that came away from it when he hissed his poison, “You need a doctor or something?”

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hellhazards:

“Well I wouldn’t know anything about that and it was a theoretical you. I think that’s what they call it,” he shrugged. “What exactly has this place decreased to?”

“This,” A hard rush of air pushed from her nostrils and she finally shifted to take him into consideration. The amalgamation of races all attempting to coincide peacefully was enough to trigger her upchuck reflex. “And what are you?”

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deadlyprxdator:

“Maybe you should rethink your strategy,” he snapped, glaring at the woman.

“You’re right, hold on.” She paused for a moment, batting her lashes, “Will you pretty please with sugar on top stop being a cunt and do the job it says posted on the door, handsome?”

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deadlyprxdator:

“What is it with you snotty bitches and your aversion to danger?”

“Maybe I only react accordingly to things that I perceive as an actual threat.”

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deadlyprxdator:

“Get out, before I rip your damn head off!” Peter snapped with a feral growl.

She settled, pressing herself into the door frame and quirking a brow, “What a way to snare in customers.”

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katherine-decker:

“And that my dear is exactly why you’ve been brought here.” With a flick of her wrist she motioned for Petra to follow her. “Your flair for the dramatic isn’t needed darling, I would prefer it if you hyperbolized elsewhere.”

“I don’t have a flair for anything. You’d realize that if you pulled your head out of your ass.” She followed, crossing her arms over her chest and feeling her eyes give another roll. “Just tell me what you want.”

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hellhazards:

“Because when the cracks are exposed and everything crumbles to the ground, you know where the lowest point ends,” he spoke, trying to find a line of sight she was referencing. “Once you know the lowest point and the threads that fell apart you build it better. Or at least that’s what I’ve been told. I’m not entirely sure I believe it.”

“You talk an awful lot,” Eyes narrowed, shoulder pressing into the frame of the doorway. “I haven’t hit any low points. This place has. Though my expectations were never high to begin with.”

[sassy-but-fab]

Hey boys! Is that any way to treat a l a d y?

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“I don’t know what I expected.” Petra felt the roll of her eyes as her shoulders stiffened, “Maybe something of use to be happening, something ... worthwhile. Instead this place is falling apart at the seams. Why wouldn’t it be?”