Post by Tristyn Novikov on Mar 2, 2011 22:22:26 GMT -5
Tristyn*Lynn*Novikov
Name:Tristyn Lynn Novikov
Age: Appears to be 21, is actually 21
Species:Vampire
Group:Looking for a home. Well… someone to tell her what the fucks going on.
Ability:N/A
Occupation:Blackjack dealer in training
Sexual OrientationBisexual
Face Claim:Mila Kunis
Eye Color:Hazel
Hair Color:Brown
Height:5’7’’
Body Build:Fit, but not muscled.
Distinguishing Marks: She has a scar that she has had since she was little from roughhousing with her twin brother Maxxie. It runs down her upper arm from when he accidentally pushed her off a trampoline. She also has a tattoo of a panther on her right shoulder as well as a tribal “tramp stamp”.
Clothing: She dresses much like a modern 21 year old in this day in age. Jeans, skirts, blouses, denim jackets, nothing really out of the ordinary. Her mother always told her that her shorts were too short, her necklines to low, her jeans too tight, but she never really cared, nor does she much now. She loves aviator sun glasses, though she no longer needs them, but out of habit she wears them.
Likes:
Vodka
Cigarettes
Dancing
Money
Women
Men
Sex
Being away from her parents
Maxxie
Vegas
Casinos
Dancing
Marijuana
Adderall
Dislikes:
Missing Maxxie
Not knowing what to do, or where to go
The idea her parents might find her
Sleeping
Sitting still
Romance movies
Demanding people
Being scared
Beer
Goals: She wants to figure out what she needs to do for the future if she is to remain like she is and she wants to become successful on her own, not depending on her parents.
Fears: Rejection by someone she loves, or losing someone else who becomes close to her. Having to live alone as a vampire and never dying and seeing Maxxie again.
Overall Personality:
Tristyn is far from timid. Ever since she was a young child she had always been outgoing, commanding a small army of followers in her elementary class. She had a habit of becoming a bit of a dictator with her twin brother, Maxxie, who was definitely the more submissive twin.
When she got older, the outgoingness remained, but it was also accompanied by almost a hyper-sexuality that made her parents increasingly agitated. She tends to be a bit of a head case, not coping very well with stress. She often lashes out with a slap when she grows frustrated, or instead just drinks herself into a daze and heads out to the clubs.
Relatives:
Linda Watts-Novikov (Mother)
Andrei Novikov (Father)
Maxwell Novikov (Twin Brother) DECEASED
Amy Novikov (Baby sister-1 1/2 years old)
Overall History:
Tristyn has lived a basic, middle-class life with her parents, twin, and now little sister for 20 years of her life. Childhood was nothing special, she did average in school and had a good amount of friends. They weren’t particularily good influences on her, but then again she wasn’t a particularily good influence on them.
Through her early teens she experimented around with everything one would expect a young adolescent to fool around with. Pot, alcohol, boys, girls. And as a whole, she didn’t get up to much trouble until she hit about 16.
She had a boyfriend named Nick, who both of her parents detested greatly, that took her, a couple friends, and her twin brother Maxxie up to a place they all called “The Spot” (In actuality it was just a rusty old water tower that someone had once dragged two incredibly beat up couches onto). Nick pulled out some beers and some coke and coerced the group to do lines with him. Maxxie fell over the side of the railing and died while intoxicated.
Especially after this event, the fighting with her parents increased, but at least she stopped seeing Nick (who she dumped after the incident upon finding out he was 26). She took the time to finish high school, and when her parents tried to force her to go to college at 18, she ran off for the first time and stayed with her then boyfriend Sean (aged 21) for a few months and ended up back home when they broke up.
Her parents had another girl when she was 20, which didn’t bother Tristyn other than it just made her miss her brother all the more. She finally felt like she had grown too old to be stuck at home doing what she had always done, being the child. So she struck out to Vegas when she turned 21, found a casino and managed to get a job training as a blackjack dealer.
This might seem all fine, but a few months ago she was walking back to her shitty little apartment alone after the casino had closed, and she was “mugged” by an excessively strong stranger. She blacked out as what felt like being bitten in the neck violently, and woke up the next night in her closet with a note on her chest. It instructed her basics, no sun, etc. She didn’t at first believe it, but the insatiable hunger led her to kill that very night.
Now she is left trying to find anyone else who can help her out, for she feels left alone and in the cold. She knows she can’t see her family, so she just continues to go to work while looking around carefully for signs of her… kind.
OOC Name: MC
Age: 18
Years RPing: 3+
Example:
It was an average night in the casino, by Vegas’s standards at least. There were a couple people at the medium stakes table she was finally manning by herself (something that the floor manager had told her wouldn’t happen for a few more months). She stifled a yawn as she dealt a new hand to the pair at the table, knowing she was going to get very tired fast.
On that hand, one of the men lost badly, prompting him to stand up and leave, wandering toward the slot machines that beeped and whirred all night long. She got a nod of approval from one of the managers on the floor as the man sulked away, and Tristyn knew she was doing her job right then. The other man, apparently not wanting to gamble alone, stood up and left for another table across the way.
Now that she was alone, she took a pair of capsules from her pocket and broke them open into her water, stirring the granules until they dissolved. The Adderall would only keep her awake so long, but she had the next night off so it didn’t really matter all that much. She took a long drink and then put the glass down, leaning against the table and growing bored.
A figure approached and sat down across from her at the blackjack table, snapping her out of a day dream. She looked up and smiled, “Good evening. Welcome.” She spat out the casino’s generic greeting. She sometimes felt like she was turning into a card-dealing robot. Tossing the idea away she watched the person bet and dealt the cards
On that hand, one of the men lost badly, prompting him to stand up and leave, wandering toward the slot machines that beeped and whirred all night long. She got a nod of approval from one of the managers on the floor as the man sulked away, and Tristyn knew she was doing her job right then. The other man, apparently not wanting to gamble alone, stood up and left for another table across the way.
Now that she was alone, she took a pair of capsules from her pocket and broke them open into her water, stirring the granules until they dissolved. The Adderall would only keep her awake so long, but she had the next night off so it didn’t really matter all that much. She took a long drink and then put the glass down, leaning against the table and growing bored.
A figure approached and sat down across from her at the blackjack table, snapping her out of a day dream. She looked up and smiled, “Good evening. Welcome.” She spat out the casino’s generic greeting. She sometimes felt like she was turning into a card-dealing robot. Tossing the idea away she watched the person bet and dealt the cards
