Post by Deleted on May 29, 2015 2:25:25 GMT -5
Full Name: Kamila Machionava Korchak
Nickname/Alias: Kam, Kami
Age/Date Of Birth: 5/4/1988, 27 years old.
Race: Human
Occupation: General Surgeon
Species Group: Hunter
Play-By: Shantel VanSanten
Abilities
Advanced medical knowledge - Being a surgeon, Kami has an extensive knowledge of the inside and outside of the body. She specialized in general surgery, so she's used to working in the E.R. and being able to immediately go right into surgery if someone needs it. She studied orthopedics, but general thoracics are her specialty.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Smoking cigarettes when she's stressed
❤ Art - Whether it be paintings or graffiti or sculptures
❤ Languages - she speaks Russian, English, Spanish, Arabic, and Italian.
❤ Hunting - Supernatural things, not animals
❤ Human anatomy
❤ Morgues - She's got a sick obsession with them
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Getting close to others emotionally
✗ Birds - they're annoying and loud
✗ Salads
✗ Her father
✗ Lairs - brutal honesty is better than lies in her books
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Something happening to Raisa on a hunt
☬ Birds - They hate her, and she hates them. They creep her out with their little beady eyes
Goals (At Least 1):
★ Become one of the best female general surgeons in Seattle
Personality: Kamila is all business. If she needs to get something done, it gets done, on time. She's determined to say at the least, almost to a fault. Even if it isn't in her best interest to do something, or complete the task, she's going to do it. It's dumb, in a way, but she'd never admit that. Kami rarely shows fear, even when she's scared. That trait is mostly due to being raised roughly by her father for the first 14 years of her life, on the road, hunting, with little love or room for weak feelings like fear or love or sympathy. Being afraid was never something that her dad accepted, so she shut that feeling down.Which is good for her career as a surgeon, because when you're elbows deep in someone's chest there isn't really any time to be afraid, you just have to push through whatever you're feeling and get the job done.
It's hard for her to open up to people, because she doesn't want to get hurt, or have a weakness. Her father treated her like she was a burden to him, a weak spot in his life, someone that he constantly had to protect and watch over and was annoyed by. When she moved in with her Aunt, the feeling of love was foreign to her. It took her several years to really shake that attitude and become more open and friendly. She sticks to her principles as much as she can, and isn't easily persuaded to change her ways. That being said, it doesn't mean Kamila isn't willing to correct herself if she's done something wrong or makes a mistake. She likes learning and bettering herself.
Loyalty is hugely important to her, and protecting the people she loves. Maybe that's from her earlier hunting life, maybe not, either way there's nothing she wouldn't do for her Aunt or little sister. She's got a few friends, but no one that she's told about her hunting life except Raisa. Kamila is stupidly brave at times, knowing her limits, but often pushing them. She's always been responsible, the type of kid that picked up her toys and made her bed and brushed her teeth and did her homework without needing to be asked. She likes being around people, studying them, but is wary of deep relationships. Kamila tends to be intimidating because she's confident and is a realist, and often that turns people off. She's not rude, just has no time for sugar-coating things.
Traits
✧ Courageous
✧ Protective
✧ Responsible
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Devious
✦ Cynical
✦ Possessive
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Parents: Bogdan Korchak and Alla Ulyana
Siblings: @raisa
Other Family: Aunt - Idina Ulyana
Important Others: N/A
History: Kamila was born in the poorest city in Russia, Tolyatti, to Bogdan Korchak and a cheap prostitute named Alla Ulyana. There was no love in that relationship, only sex, abuse, and money. After Kami was a year old, her mother died from "natural causes". Of course no one told her that those natural causes were really that one of her mom's gentleman callers got mad and shot her in the face. Bogdan took Kamila to a better city in Russia, though still a poor one, Saratov. He made money by hunting and dealing drugs, handing Kami off from neighbor to babysitter to neighbor until she was old enough to go to school. By then, she was slightly aware that her father was not a good man. He would get angry, would yell at her, would bring strange woman over late at night. Never once did he tell Kamila that he loved her. She started school at 5 years old and immediately was praised for being a brilliant young girl. Her father showed little interest in her unless she was doing something bad. At times, she'd purposely drop a plate just so he'd yell at her because that was better that being ignored.
When she was 7 years old, just a little kid, Bodgan taught her how to schoot a gun. He gave her books to read on the lore of vampires, werewolves, and sirens. He told her tales of his hunts, of dealing wendigos and wraiths and she hung onto every word because it was finally something that he was sharing with her. By the time she was 10 years old, Kami was going on hunts with her dad. And she was good too. She's always had an affinity for pleasing people, and most of her father's friends absolutely adored her. When she was 14, her dad disappeared. Because she was still a minor, Kamila's Aunt came to Russia to get her, and then took her back to America. The four years of high school were hard for her, not because she was dumb, but because she felt so different from everyone else. Like while they were talking about which celebrities were hot, she was wondering which of them would be killed by vampires.
She hunted sometimes alone, and ended up meeting a few other hunters that way. At 18 she graduated high school and jumped right into college, having a full blown scholarship because of her good grades. She studied biology, minored in language studies. At the beginning of medical school, she got the surprise of a life time; a little sister. A hunting buddy she had said that he'd sorta ended up stuck with the daughter of a friend that had been killed in a hunt. The girl was 16, and her name was Raisa Korchak. After investigating a little bit further, Kamila figured out that this girl was her half-sister and it was her dad that had been killed in the hunt. Kami convinced her aunt to take in the girl while she finished medical school and the woman obliged. Over the next couple of years the two sisters hunted together, and once she graduated medical school they moved together to Seattle.
Right now Kami is focused on working at the hospital while her sister goes to college. They still hunt frequently.
Alias: Sofie/Rabbit's Foot
How did you find us?: The old site
Experience: Yeaaaaaars!
Other Characters: Asmodeus, Amon, Allocer, Bellona Iverson, Cole Abernathy, Hadley Klassen, Solviegh Prevedello, Valentine Haverland, Luna Meechum, Troy Baratheon, Karis Jacobs, Elena Haverland, Arie Rangon, Prasad, Silver Haverland
RP Sample:
The further he went with his story, the more Hadley felt it. She felt the pain, the heaviness of wanting to fix things and help everyone, and how much it hurt. Cas didn’t look at Hadley as he spoke, and Hadley stopped trying to look at him. She was feeling his pain. She was reliving her memories. She was going home after a long couple of weeks at college, just wanting to see her family, wanting to be loved. She was getting thrown to the floor by her father, but it wasn’t really her father at all. She was staring into those horrible black eyes, her heart sinking as he yelled things at her. Horrible things. She was closing her eyes and grabbing the knife she kept hidden against her back, then jumping up and stabbing her father in the side. In the ribs. In the heart. And it was all a blur from there. The little bits and pieces she remembered sent her into a dizzying pain. There were police at her house and blood on her hands and they were taking her away in cuffs, thinking she was guilty. And she was guilty. But Cole and Rachael were there, crying and holding each other, not even knowing what she’d done. They defended her, said she’d never hurt their parents. They’d loved her. They didn’t know that she was a monster.
It crushed her, made her feel like her lungs were being smothered, and her ribs were breaking. There was nothing Hadley could do to make things right. If she told the truth to her siblings, got them involved in this hunting world, she could never forgive herself. They would hate her even more for what she did to their parents, they would never speak to her again. And so Hadley had to play the game where she decided what she wanted to lose, what she wanted to sacrifice. If she told the truth, she lost everything. The love of her siblings, the trust of the people in the town, her home; everything. But if she kept it a secret and didn’t tell anyone that she’d killed her parents, and that she was a hunter now, she was living a lie. So which path did she choose? Which road did she follow? It became the game of life, and of sacrifice. The Sacrifice Game. Hadley chose herself, and by doing so, hoped that she would be able to save her siblings from the burning betrayal they would sense from her. But nothing was harder than having to turn your back on those you loved, those you tried to protect.
Listening to Cas was difficult. Hadley wanted to pause, to ask questions, maybe just take a breather. She wanted to know everything about him, and this was it. She hadn’t expected it to hit her like this, the feeling of grief. Not for herself, but for Cas. As her green eyes glanced over at his blue ones, Hadley could really see it now. Each thing he’d told her, every fight he’d fought, every time he died, the pain, the betrayal, the consuming guilt; she could see it. Her hand slowly slipped off the wheel and found Cas’, and she held onto his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He wasn’t alone, and it was important that he knew that. She parked the car, but made no movement to get up. “I don’t know how to reply to that,” she whispered, mouth tight. “That’s…That was…Just so much.” Her voice trailed off as her eyes fell to her lap. “So, so much.” For the next few minutes, Hadley was as silent as death. She was thinking about Cas and how he’d suffered and how she’d suffered, except that once she died, she was gone. No one would bring her back, she was sure of it. But Cas couldn’t die, he wasn’t allowed that peace, and so he was continually brought back. For some reason that made her angry. She wanted him to be able to feel peace after a lifetime of war. He deserved that.
Once again he said that he didn’t deserve this, that he didn’t belong here, but this time Hadley wasn’t going to snap out a response. Instead, she quietly examined her legs, pulling a piece of fuzz off of her sweats. She licked her lips, curled her finger around a strand of hair, and sighed. Then, after all of that, she looked to Cas. “You should feel guilty,” Hadley started, but her tone was soft and gentle. “Because feeling guilty means that you can still feel, that you’re human[/] enough to feel. You’re human enough to know when you’ve done wrong and what’s right and you rebelled…” She stopped, taking in a breath. “You fucking rebelled, Cas. You did it to save people. You died numerous times. You fought more battles than I can imagine and probably killed more lives than I can ever imagine.” Her eyes were grave, but turned warm suddenly as she grabbed both of Cas’ hands and pulled them to her. “But you have also probably saved morel ives than I can imagine, Cas. And so yeah, you do deserve to feel a little bad. But there is no going back now. So don’t let it ruin you. Be happy. Know that you did your best.” Gingerly, she reached up and cupped one side of his face with her hand. “You deserve peace.” Hadley looked back over at the restaurant and removed her hand. “Do you wanna go inside
It crushed her, made her feel like her lungs were being smothered, and her ribs were breaking. There was nothing Hadley could do to make things right. If she told the truth to her siblings, got them involved in this hunting world, she could never forgive herself. They would hate her even more for what she did to their parents, they would never speak to her again. And so Hadley had to play the game where she decided what she wanted to lose, what she wanted to sacrifice. If she told the truth, she lost everything. The love of her siblings, the trust of the people in the town, her home; everything. But if she kept it a secret and didn’t tell anyone that she’d killed her parents, and that she was a hunter now, she was living a lie. So which path did she choose? Which road did she follow? It became the game of life, and of sacrifice. The Sacrifice Game. Hadley chose herself, and by doing so, hoped that she would be able to save her siblings from the burning betrayal they would sense from her. But nothing was harder than having to turn your back on those you loved, those you tried to protect.
Listening to Cas was difficult. Hadley wanted to pause, to ask questions, maybe just take a breather. She wanted to know everything about him, and this was it. She hadn’t expected it to hit her like this, the feeling of grief. Not for herself, but for Cas. As her green eyes glanced over at his blue ones, Hadley could really see it now. Each thing he’d told her, every fight he’d fought, every time he died, the pain, the betrayal, the consuming guilt; she could see it. Her hand slowly slipped off the wheel and found Cas’, and she held onto his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He wasn’t alone, and it was important that he knew that. She parked the car, but made no movement to get up. “I don’t know how to reply to that,” she whispered, mouth tight. “That’s…That was…Just so much.” Her voice trailed off as her eyes fell to her lap. “So, so much.” For the next few minutes, Hadley was as silent as death. She was thinking about Cas and how he’d suffered and how she’d suffered, except that once she died, she was gone. No one would bring her back, she was sure of it. But Cas couldn’t die, he wasn’t allowed that peace, and so he was continually brought back. For some reason that made her angry. She wanted him to be able to feel peace after a lifetime of war. He deserved that.
Once again he said that he didn’t deserve this, that he didn’t belong here, but this time Hadley wasn’t going to snap out a response. Instead, she quietly examined her legs, pulling a piece of fuzz off of her sweats. She licked her lips, curled her finger around a strand of hair, and sighed. Then, after all of that, she looked to Cas. “You should feel guilty,” Hadley started, but her tone was soft and gentle. “Because feeling guilty means that you can still feel, that you’re human[/] enough to feel. You’re human enough to know when you’ve done wrong and what’s right and you rebelled…” She stopped, taking in a breath. “You fucking rebelled, Cas. You did it to save people. You died numerous times. You fought more battles than I can imagine and probably killed more lives than I can ever imagine.” Her eyes were grave, but turned warm suddenly as she grabbed both of Cas’ hands and pulled them to her. “But you have also probably saved morel ives than I can imagine, Cas. And so yeah, you do deserve to feel a little bad. But there is no going back now. So don’t let it ruin you. Be happy. Know that you did your best.” Gingerly, she reached up and cupped one side of his face with her hand. “You deserve peace.” Hadley looked back over at the restaurant and removed her hand. “Do you wanna go inside
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