Post by anne on Apr 30, 2011 16:22:58 GMT -5
IRISKATHRYNPETROVICH
General Information
Full Name| Iris Kathryn Petrovich
Birthday| April 17th, 1987
Age| Twenty- four
Gender| Female
Occupation| Singer/bartender
Sexual Orientation| Heterosexual (Straight)
Education| High school diploma
Appearence
Hair Color| Blonde
Eye Color| Green
Body Style/Build| Slim
Height| Five foot one
Weight| 110
Tattoos|
- left thigh: the tattoo is of a unicorn with the words BORN THIS WAY wrapped around the unicorn's horn.
- peace sign on the inside of her left wrist
- left shoulder sports a white daisy design with "Tokyo Love" above the flowers
- daisy and rose tattoo along the bottom of her back.
- quote in German on her left forearm with 'Little Monsters' near it
- tiny heart on left shoulder with the word 'Dad' in it
Piercings| None
Overall Appearance| Iris seems to look like any other girl in her hometown: long, straight blonde hair and kind of light green eyes. She seems to look like a perfect girl. In her hometown, she would look like a Barbie, if they had one. But, she isn't perfect. They called her too short. She is five foot one, afterr all. Why do you think she wears high heels all the time?
Iris never thought of herself as pretty or beautiful because no one called her that. She always wears thick make- up and likes to wear wigs in hopes of making herself pretty. She used to mutilate herself on her arms, and there are scars to show. She covers them every day so that no one will notice them.
Personality
Likes|
- Parties
- Guys
- Drinking
- Cats
- Her jobs
- Singing
- Dancing
- Acting
- Playing piano
- Writing songs
Dislikes|
- Her mother (when she was alive)
- Heights
- Her past
- Police officers
- Being under pressure
Special Skills|
- Can recognize voices easily
- Very smart in math
- Very charismatic
Strengths|
- Easy going
- Driven
- Ambitious
- Adventerous
- Friendly (at times)
Weaknesses|
- Hot- headed
- Greedy
- Flirtatious
- Very Blunt
- Workaholic
- Party animal
Habits|
- Chews her fingernails when nervous
- Twirls hair when flirting
- Doesn't respond to people when she's creating new drinks or writing new songs
Fears|
- Getting caught
- Dieing alone
- Her past catching up with her
Goals in Life|
- Own a bar
- Get married
- Have children
Overall Personality| Iris seems to be an outgoing girl. She loves her job as a bartender and as a singer. If Iris shows up at your party, get ready for it to go into full swing. She loves a good party and will do anything to get into it. When Iris is picking a victim, don't make her angry. Anything can make this girl make you her next victim. You can tell if she's very quiet and she won't make good eye contact with you. If she does make eye contact with you, there's a fire in her eyes that can't be put out until she kills.
History
Hometown/Nationality| Hometown: Aniva, Russia.
Nationality: Russian (Caucasian)
Parents| Mother: Annnabella Sophia Petrovich; Deceased
Father: Dimtrof Nikolai Petrovich; Deacesed
Siblings| Twin brother: Nikolai Alexander Petrovich
Significant Other| Daniel William Wiley; twenty- five; father of her daughter (Ex- boyfriend)
Kids| Daughter: Anastasia Kathryn Petrovich- Wiley; six years old; location unknown
Other Relations| n/a
Overall History| Along with her twin brother, Iris was born in Anvia, Russia on a warm Spring afternoon. Her family was rich, but, they weren't poor either. She and her brother had a happy todderhood. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, but, it seemed that Iris favored her father over her mother. No one thought of it as a bad thing until that winter night... Iris was ten years old. Her father and her brother were on a mini- vacation for some bonding time and she was left alone with her mother. Bad mistake. 'Why did they leave me with you? Ugh, I 'm going to have a drink.' Iris knew that her mother would go for the vodka.
She didn't know what happened. Something had taken over Iris, it seemed. She had grabbed the vodka bottle. First, she knocked out her mother. Iris looked as a trickle of blood came out of her mother's mouth. She raised the bottle and poured the contents of it into her mother's mouth. Iris Petrovich had drowned her mother and killed her. This had been the start of the Vodka Killer. When she had realized what she had done, she made it look like that she was kidnapped. Iris took all the money her mother had and took off.
Iris ran off to Germany where she lived on her own. She had snuck into people's homes to bathe or to eat. People never noticed. When she was eighteen, she had a need... like that very night with her mother. Iris was out in a bar, when her then boyfriend walked in with another girl. She was furious. But, she decided to not confront him. Iris knew very well what she would do.
She stole two bottles of vodka from the bar that night. Iris followed her then boyfriend home that night. Just like she thought, he brought that girl home to his place. She broke into his place. When she knew that he was alone, she knocked him out and drowned him in vodka. She did the same to the girl he brought home. Unfortunatly, the neighbors heard her scream and called the cops. Iris knew she had to flee Germany and go to America.
When she had gotten the money, she came to the United States when she was nineteen. After getting her green card, she had met Daniel Wiley. She never fell so hard for a guy. They met at this coffee shop where they both were regulars. Unfortunatly, she had broken up with him. After breaking up, Iris learned she was pregnant. Luckily, Daniel agreed with Iris when she said that he should raised their child. After giving birth to Anastasia, she gave her to Daniel so he could raise her. Iris got a job as a bartender and a singer at the same bar. The room is always standing room only on the nights she sings. She worries that her daughter carries the same gene that gave Iris the urge to kil...
About the Roleplayer
Name| ANNE! (or just Anne. That works, haha)[/center]
Age| Sixteen
Experience| Four years
Sample roleplay|School. That was a word that Annabella hated. She never could understand anyone from her high school. She was learning English while being in high school. But, she could recognize tones of voices. It was strange to be in a place where there were people with intrests like her own. Sure, some did it for the money, some did it because of family... she was doing for her family. She didn't want her hometown to be wiped off the face of the Earth because of a simple cold. Maybe in some ways, her birth parent's deaths did some good. But, it came with such great consequences. It was after school and she didn't want to scour the internet for her family. Not today. Anna just needed a break. Her whole life was... full of sorrow and confusion. She didn't even like her 'American' name. "Annabella. Uck, it sounds like an insult." She muttered in her thick Russian accent.
Anastasia was her real name. It was the only thing to connect her to her Russian roots. 'You are an American now. You will get a new name and you must learn to speak English. We can't teach you though. We're too busy.' Her adoptive parents were always mean to her. The only time they treated her nice is when Social Services would come and check on them. She was fed and she was taken care of... it was the emotional abuse. 'You're not good enough.', 'Work harder.', and 'You'll never be good enough!' She was glad to get out when she got the chance. It was a nice day out today and she was in the courtyard of Ohio State University. Ohio State. She made it. Her birth parents would be proud. Anna was glad that her adoptive parents would pay for everything except the apartment. She scoffed outloud while going back to high school in her mind... it was when she was lost, afraid, and scared.
The wind started to pick up a bit. Not too bad though. Her dark black curled hair went with the wind as she was sitting comfortably under a tree. Anna's red sweater seemed to standout against her black jeans against the tree and the grass. Her red flats fit perfectly on her feet as she stood up. A melody seemed to play in her head from a movie... an animated movie that was made by her ancestors. She started to hum the melody. Then, the words came to her. "Dancing bears, painted wings, things I almost remember..." She continued the song as she walked around with the tree with her hand on the bark. Her mind seemed to float along with the rythm of the song and pretty soon, she imagined a world of glittering jewels and grand parties. Oh, it seemed to be a total different world. Then, it all went to dust as something or someone made a noise.
This RP sample is another character I have. If you want, I can post one for Iris.
