Natalya Arlovskaya || Belarus

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Natalya Petrovna Arlovskaya Since settling in London, she seems to have made weapons her only favorite company. She's beautiful yet distant to those she first meets, always using her skills of a sharp tongue and even sharper weapons to keep unwanted company at bay. She may not trust or warm up to people right away, but deep down she is only desperate to find love.

CODE NAME: Iceblade (Ledlezviye)

Female

21

Bisexual

Belarusian

Weapons Specialist

Lawless

Physical

5'7"

132 lbs.

Platinum Blonde

Violet Blue

Pale

Slender

Personal

Natalya could easily be described as cold, intimidating, introverted, antisocial. Qualities like these are reflected off of how she outwardly presents herself—while she does hold a great map of emotion underneath the surface, all that shows on a young pretty face is a single flat expression. She’s stoic, serious, and looking as if she might lack any emotion at all. Emotion is one thing she prefers to keep reserved about herself, rather than allowing herself to be read like an open book. She’s hardly a social woman, though that does not necessarily make her the shy type. When speaking with acquaintances and those she’s only just met, her speech is often short and curt—anything she can do to express that she doesn’t care for light, friendly conversation. Company is often bothersome for her, and she isn’t so certain she even knows how to hold a proper conversation in the first place. Her mind isn’t exactly the same as everyone else’s, and she’s usually too lost in her own strange thoughts. While she isn’t completely independent, she prefers to avoid unfamiliar social events at all costs. It’s rare that Natalya would ever personally seek company, though that doesn’t go to say she rejects it on all occasions, either. There is usually only a select number of people that she could ever warm up to, and one reason for that is that she has difficulty trusting and accepting anyone new. Chances are too high that she’ll ever run into an extroverted person, whose personality foils hers entirely, and she often has little patience dealing with anyone who tends not to leave her alone—so the best solution is to avoid opening up to new people over all. She takes her time deciding whether someone is worth getting to know and letting into her life. She also takes explicit caution when warming up to someone, always wary of the possibility that they might later seek to hurt her. So rather than being eager to meet and get to know strangers, she sees everyone as a potential threat and makes her own judgments until they are (if at all) proven otherwise. If there is anything she prioritizes over lesser relationships, it’s her siblings. Although she adores her brother in particular, she is immensely fond of her brother and sister both—even if it might not always seem that way. They are the only two she has ever really looked up to, and although there have been incidents where she felt jealousy toward her sister and her relationship with Ivan, she doesn’t believe she could ever feel closer to anyone else. They are the only ones she ever bothers to listen to, usually, the only two she’s ever felt dependent on so far; and they are two people who manage to bring out the strongest of Natalya’s protective behavior. She can be paranoid when it comes to her family, often disliking and watching carefully over anyone who comes into contact with them. She knows that they are very well capable of protecting themselves, but she feels obligated to keep them from being hurt in any way by anybody—even if it might seem improbable. Her love for her brother is adoring and obsessive, but she knows deep down that both he and their sister will find someone else one day—and all she wants is for them to be happy, even if it means leaving Natalya out of it. She might threaten those significant others, but she won’t actually hurt them if they truly make her siblings happy. And, needless to say, she can always tell whether or not their emotions are genuine. As troubling as it is for her, love is a concept she has always fawned over. After chasing a dream that has slowly worn away, she understands the pain that love entails—but that still hasn’t stopped her. She has come to terms with the fact that the love she finds may not be with her brother, but that doesn’t mean she is actively seeking someone else out just yet. Grown on the idea that wanting to marry your brother was perfectly normal, she often defends that factor whenever people throw out their own opinions, strongly believing that love is love no matter who it is found between. Love has no limit in her eyes and she still can’t help herself fantasizing every once in a while, imagining the most vivid wedding planned out for her future—but sometimes she does keep those details to herself. She’s also surprisingly patient when it comes to this idea. Although she feels confident with the romance that goes on in her head, she doesn’t actually have any real experience with relationships. Her advances toward her brother are the only leads she has to go by, ranging from gifts and sappy poems to more aggressive, pleading approaches. Although none of these did happen to get her anywhere, she always keeps them in mind in case they will become useful again. Since she is persistent once her mind is set on something or someone, it is likely that anyone else she finds will receive the same treatment—she will want to adapt herself to whatever someone else likes, prioritizing their happiness over their own, and making sure not to give up for any reason along the way. However, there is a small fear settled in Natalya regarding potential partners—after having her heart set on one person for so long, she’s almost afraid to become attached to someone new. A good part of her seeks that new feeling, although the rest of her worries that it might end up a mistake. She’s already promised herself she won’t leave her family behind if she finds someone, especially since that means lending her undying loyalty to this person. There is that nagging potential that she might go through the same waves of negative emotion again; the longing for someone who will only turn her away, and the jealousy she will feel if that person happens to turn to someone else—but the desire to have someone who will return her feelings is strong enough that she might just overlook everything else. While there are several emotions she keeps bottled up inside, others she tends not to hold back—if there’s something she is passionate about, she won’t be so subtle about expressing it. She considers people and objects both to be possessions, and possessions are what render Natalya more persistent than anything else. She’s defensive over anything that belongs to her and does not usually shed light upon the idea of being obsessive, though that’s precisely how it is with her—she’ll hold onto something until the very end. Envy is one emotion she hates in particular, and one that she experiences all too often. She does not find solace in sharing her belongings and hates when they are so much as touched by anyone else. Since she isn’t usually looking to other people for comfort, she’s grown a similar liking to material possessions—specifically her blades, but that goes for other collections as well. Anything that catches her interest she will want to have with her at all times; things that can keep her calm while everything else has her at a low mood. More often than not, these things will be of a cultural value or will remind her of her childhood and home. One of her choice methods of defending herself or others from people is threatening them. She has a sharp tongue and speaks in a blunt manner, never feeling any shame for the surprising or insensitive things that she will probably blurt out. It’s during incidents such as these that she will use her intimidating tendencies to her advantage, even though some of what she threatens to do doesn’t actually happen—but most times, she isn’t saying those things just to seem tough. Natalya is very skilled with the weapons she uses, and she is quick and cunning on her feet (chasing people is one of her favorite things to do, good luck to anyone who tries to outrun her). Her stature might not look it, but she is particularly strong as well. If someone truly is posing a threat, she will use physical force to defend herself and whichever else is in need—but she does not hurt others without actual reason. Handling and collecting those blades is for fun, but hurting the innocent without reason is not for her. Still, Natalya does have a fiery temper to her. Her good patience and composure can wear thin at any time, and her anger is then vented through both physical and verbal violence—and it won’t quite matter to her whether someone or something is barring her path. This emotion is usually released when she isn’t getting what she desperately wants or she fears she’s on the verge of giving up on it, which is naturally something she hates to do. There are times she will blame herself for things and times she will throw that blame on others, and it can take a while before she relaxes and regains her patience—and just a thin line of hope that she can keep trying and not let that happen again. She won’t feel sorry if she accidentally destroyed something, but anyone who received the blunt of that might earn a reluctant apology. She has taken pride in the walls she’s built over time, the tough exterior that has always kept her together—but that doesn’t mean it isn’t invulnerable to a softer side of Natalya. She considers herself adept in flattering and spoiling the one she loves, though there hasn’t yet been an incident in which any of that really felt mutual. Her siblings have shown her affection and complimented her before, yes, but she hasn’t experienced much of that from those outside of the family. Compliments are usually shunned and dejected from others because she doesn’t believe that they mean it. She is not flirty nor is she likely to accept anyone else’s attempts to flirt with her, but if she happens to like that person beforehand… she’ll become awfully flustered if they happen to flatter and compliment her and really mean it. These things will catch her by surprise, and blushing/looking flustered in front of people is not typically likely to make matters any better—so she tries her hardest to look unperturbed by the effects some people might have on her. Being in a quiet, lonesome area with them is much preferred. She doesn’t like to be labeled as feminine or girly. Although she does take interest in things that might be considered feminine, she doesn’t exactly know how to fit in with other girls—she’s just been so sheltered from having friends outside of family and has become used to throwing down any attempts made to befriend her. She’s never participated in events like shopping or partying or gossiping over magazines and cute boys because the activities she enjoys are usually done on her own. She’s perfectly fine with trying on clothes or expressing herself in her own little ways, but another little part of her yearns to be feminine, so to speak—like the beautiful brides who have perfect husbands and cute children and know exactly how to make themselves look attractive. So Natalya experiments every so often, trying out ways to make her look prettier and see what kind of reactions they can get from peers. Spending time with other women would be another new step, but she feels she could manage if she really felt warmed up to the idea. Although she’s rarely seen with a smile on her face, it’s something she is perfectly capable of doing—smiling, laughing, feeling a sense of humor and having fun. Her sense of humor might be a bit dark and her reasons for smiling strange to others, but they’re still there underneath the surface. She’s usually just a quiet person who keeps to herself in any room, be it on her own or as the shadow of someone else. She’s prone to teasing other people every once in a while, especially if they are classified as wimpy and less confident than she is herself—and occasionally she might even wish to help them with select matters, whether it involves relationships, weapons or fashion or any other minor thing. She isn’t exactly up for random acts of kindness or being charitable toward everyone, since that isn’t the type of person she wants to be known as—but sometimes she can’t help a caring heart for those who seem worth it. Troubles of jealousy and rejection have left hard ice on her demeanor—but she’s yet to lose her resolute pride and those who get to know her will see the softer woman that sleeps underneath.

Likes

Dislikes

Knives | Blade is carried in her codename for the fact that knives are her particular favorites among her weaponry—the ones that she specializes in more than any other. She has a collection of all different sorts at home and always keeps one on her person, attached safely to the garter underneath her dress. Her most prizes possessions are the blades that have special engravings and patterns on their handles, which are what make some more valuable and costly than others. Throwing knives are a personal favorite, though she treasures a variety all the same. Not having one with her would make her terribly antsy. Flowers | Gardening is and never was a specialty of hers, but she will always admire the work of others. Flowers are especially fitting when bundled in a colorful bouquet or sitting in a vase at home, where they will hopefully match the rest of her décor. They are a gift she could never bring herself to reject, and flax and sunflowers are admired especially for their link to home memories. Strawberries | Natalya’s favorite food—and while she also has a taste for sweets, she’ll find them most decadent if they’re strawberry flavored. These and other berries are usually all she uses in her baking recipes. Dark Colors | Wearing darkly colored fabrics is better than wearing something flashy, though she isn’t strict about it—they usually just feel more settling to her. She appreciates this tone of color both inside her home and out. Snow | Having grown up in colder conditions, it’s only something she’s grown used to by now. She doesn’t particularly like the cold (nor does she dislike the heat), but she’s grown fond of snow itself. It’s peaceful and relaxing to look at, and she doesn’t mind having to endure it. If no one is looking, she might entertain herself by doodling or building something in a fresh wintry sheet. Dolls/Plushies | Dolls might be unnerving to some people, but to Natalya they have their own little sense of charm. She does not have a great collection or anything, and has kept only a few plushies over the years (they are kept in her room and not shown to public)—but ones that are meant for display and bear striking realistic qualities are always nice to look at. Ice Skating | She’s had as much practice as possible from the few times she had gone years ago. She would enjoy taking the time to go again, whether it’s with someone else or on her own—she’s not the most adept at it, but it’s still a hobby. Dance | She is enamored with the grace and elegance that is waltz and ballroom dancing, after having read countless books and seeing movies depicting its popularity of the Imperial times. It’s hard for her to imagine herself taking place in any of those events nowadays, but sometimes she can’t help but imagine herself dancing in such an environment. Rock Music | Rock music just feels so relatable sometimes. But most of the time, it’s just a good way to drown out everything else around her. She tends to listen to grunge or anything else that’s rather loud, though she will also enjoy classical and music from home every once in a while. Her Siblings | She adores everything about Ivan, and Katyusha is equally precious to her. She disregards any opinions regarding the feelings she’s had for Ivan and is as defensive over both of them as she is over herself. She’s always hoping to see them safe and see them happy (even if it isn’t her who can provide that happiness entirely) and just hopes that everyone else will learn to accept them. If not, of course, she won’t back down from defending them and seeing to it that no one will treat family with disrespect. Fashion | Natalya is not usually seen wearing anything other than a dress, though she will seek to try different styles if the opportunity ever rises. Dresses feel most natural for her to wear, though they aren’t nearly as dear to her as the ribbons that she wears. There is always a bow settled in her hair, just above her bangs—usually white, but its color might change once in a while. The Countryside | A bustling city is such a sudden change—even if she’s had enough time to get used to it, she still prefers having once lived in quieter areas. More room to think and escape bothersome visitors. Romance Novels | These are basically what have fueled Natalya’s mind with silly fantasies of love and marriage and happily ever after. She can’t help herself getting lost in one such novel every once in a while, even if it is far-fetched. Horror | She loves anything macabre and psychologically horrifying. None of that ever bothers her, whether it’s in books or movies or before her eyes. It’s more entertaining than anything to see more squeamish people react to it. Technology | Music players are her favorite to have, but she keeps up with just about everything else. They're all good ways to drown out the outside world and communicate without having to make a physical presence. Trivia | For no particular reason she carries around facts regarding various things. They’re usually useless tidbits of information, but she likes to know them and pass them on to anyone who listens. Baking | This is something fairly secretive about Natalya, since she isn’t much of a skilled cook—but she does love to bake. It’s almost considered another way for her to keep herself relaxed, since it will usually be done for her own benefit. Unless she feels like sharing pastries with someone, for whatever stupid reason. Observing Things | She can focus on one particular thing for a frightening amount of time, quietly taking in each and every detail that it presents to her. Usually it will be an inanimate object outside or something which reminds her of someone else, and she won’t find anything strange about her behavior. Daydreaming | She spaces out rather often, whether in a soundless area or in the presence of someone else. If they aren’t saying anything particularly interesting, then she’ll prefer just to quit listening and think about better things she could be doing. Stalking | If her attention has latched on to someone, there is a chance that will be literal. If that person isn’t in range for her to interact with, she’ll be content just to follow them around in “secret” and see what they are up to, observing them and making sure that they aren’t getting themselves into trouble.

Groups | She does not work well in large groups of people, which is why she will often be found slipped away to the library or any other quiet area of the city. Noise | Noisy people more than anything. She dislikes having to raise her voice, and noisy situations make it terribly hard to think straight. Physical Touch | One must always be careful when laying a hand on her, namely if they are only an acquaintance or a stranger. Whatever the gesture may be is most often responded to in the only extent of physical contact she prefers to give in return: shoving the other person away, hitting them, etc. Being Ignored | When she is seeking attention from anyone in particular, she'll be expectant that they do pay attention to her. She will not be afraid to pester them until they remember. Jewelry | Only if jewelry is given to her as a gift might she consider wearing it. Otherwise, the only beauty accessory she prefers to wear is her ribbon—Or a ring, but that must definitely be given to her first. If anything, she prefers that she keeps her looks natural. Drinking | She has no interest in drinking alcohol, getting drunk or any of that. Ivan's attachment to his alcohol does worry her, but she hasn't yet tried to stop him. Drunk people in general are the type to avoid, and she hasn't really thought about what she would be like if intoxicated. Heat | Warmth is nice for a short period of time, but not to any extent. She hardly has any clothing that would fit warm temperatures. Flirting | She has never used a pick-up line in her life. They're just ridiculous. Flirting is ridiculous over all, and she uses that dislike as an excuse to cover the fact that she just doesn't know anything about how to flirt. That might also mean she isn't sure how to handle it either, but she figures rejecting it from another person is easy enough. Girliness | She does not think herself to be lady-like. Acting that way or being treated as such is strange to her, even if it might be necessary at the time. She usually does not fit in well with what she or others would consider to be 'girly'. Crying | She considers this an act of weak emotion, and while she has cried several times before she hates if it ever happens among prying eyes—it's something she'll definitely try and keep to herself, or just hold in altogether. Weaklings | People who really need to man up once in a while. She rather likes trying to straighten these types of people out on those occasions, especially since it allows her the chance to poke fun and tease someone here and there. Bossiness | There is little chance she'll ever listen to someone who tries to tell her what to do. It's equally irritating whenever someone does not listen to what she tells them. She likes that sort of authority every so often, though not when it comes from others—the only ones who have that 'right' are her family, seeing as she is the youngest. Competition | Just the thought of having competition is awful. She shouldn't have to compete with anyone when it comes to... just about anything. She might be competitive in a sense, but anyone who threatens what she wants for herself should be thrown away immediately. Bad Influences | Anyone who might persuade her or her siblings into doing something unhealthy, or anything else she wouldn't want them to get into. They seem to be everywhere.

Dreams

Fears

Marriage | Marriage depicts a mend of loyalty and absolute love to one another, and that's what she desires. All she wants is to show someone that she can be a dedicated and able wife when the time comes, and if they would give her the chance. Finding Love | But first, of course, she has to find someone who will return those wondrous feelings to her. Sometimes she feels she might be more open to choosing a woman rather than a man, because as far as men go Ivan is the only perfect superior and all other men kind of suck. If anything, she would just want someone who could understand her in some way; someone who can make her smile for once. Success | Not only does she want success for herself; she wants it for her siblings. She wants to keep her job and her beloved collection of weapons, and she wants Ivan and Katyusha to continue unharmed with what they are doing.

Losing Family | She can't save them from each of the creatures that lurk in London's shadows, so she can only hope for the best while managing her own life. It worries her if she does not hear about them in too long, so she makes sure to keep in contact - or just track them down to make sure that nothing is amiss. Drowning | As much as she hates to admit it, she never learned to swim. Drowning would be a terribly undignified and pathetic way to die, so she tends to stay away from deep water. Rejection | Falling in love had always felt like walking on tightrope. She's had a lot of hope build up over the past, only for it to shatter and then slowly make its way back again—leaving her more and more fearful that she will only feel the rejection once more. She's always wary of the next time it will happen to her, which is why her feelings are often conflicted as to whether or not she should give up. She rarely does. Losing Valuables | Just about everything she owns and collects has some sort of value to her and her only. Her knives, her dresses and ribbons, the pictures and the other collectibles that she keeps at home—they all serve as a reminder toward what little amount of things she has left of family and her homeland. London would feel like a monstrous stranger if anything were to be taken from her.

Background

The youngest and final of three siblings, Natalya Arlovskaya was born in Vitebsk, Belarus. She was the final piece of a family stressing to achieve diligence and strength out of the elder two, and Natalya was thrust right in the middle of it. Despite the gap of age, Natalya would grow to set further strain between the three with how greatly her personality differed from theirs, her habits all melding around those of her mother. Vitebsk is a city close to the Russian border, large and as cold as the Eastern Slavic area is most often depicted. The Soviet Union had just recently fallen and economy was at a weak point, though Natalya never got to see much of the city, anyway. The family moved around often. The Belarusian had always been a quiet, peculiar child. She was distant from all the other children (not that there were many of them around), often looking to her elders or herself for means of entertainment. She didn't have the dreams and aspirations that most girls her age would have, but her imagination was vast. She began to grow dazed over the stories she heard about love, even if she didn't understand it. It was just a grown-up feeling at that time, one she wouldn't know about for a long time to come. But she wanted to learn about it, like she did through old Russian stories. Snegurochka was a snowy woman unable to love, with an icy heart destined to melt were she ever to fall in love. Tales like this always interested Natalya, but she wasn’t able to keep her priorities on just that. The strict dexterity of her parents did not strike Natalya sensitive. She was fond of behaving like her mother insisted they did. She looked up to her mother, always admiring how tough of a woman she was—even while raising her children. Natalya wanted to be that strong, strong like her parents and like her older brother. A young mindset was then vulnerable to picking up on her mother's behavior, though she was not oblivious to how Katyusha and Ivan felt toward their parents—Natalya just did not want to succumb to that same intimidation She forced herself not to be afraid of her parents' antics and overbearing approaches, knowing that she would one day prove herself to be a strong woman. Even so, she did care for and look up to her siblings. It seemed to her that Katyusha was so much different than their mother, but Natalya did not shy away from picking up on some of her habits as well, like baking and having a fondness for dresses. Though, Ivan was always the first person she turned to whenever she was afraid or hurt in any minor way. Like any younger would, she looked up to him as her elder brother, admiring the man their father was shaping him out to be. Part of her even wanted to be like him, too. His words were comforting. Everything he did for her and Katyusha was comforting. This became a regular occurrence and Natalya began to grow more attached to him than she should have, but she never learned right from wrong. No other boy stood out to her in such a way, and she would never come to believe that feeling such affection for her own brother was immoral. He was like that Prince Charming figure she would read about in other books. She knew she would find one just day, she just wasn't sure why she didn't seem to fit the role of the princess. She did become aware of Ivan's and Katyusha's wariness toward her, but never made any strong effort to change herself. It hurt that, even throughout adolescence, she couldn't win Ivan's affections the way she wanted to.The methods she used never seemed to work, no matter how sappy they were—but Natalya knew her boundaries and that she wouldn't ever force him into anything. She would simply continue to wait. Waiting led her to realize that she might actually find someone else, a thought which both frightened and comforted her. Passing through her high school years, Natalya's siblings began to branch off into their own separate lives. Natalya was not yet certain on what she wanted to do herself, but an interest once introduced by her father, Piotr, had long since grown on her. She insisted to him that he taught her how to use a weapon. Since he had been focusing on teaching Ivan to defend himself, she wanted that, too—even on days where he wouldn't pay attention to her, she'd go off and practice on some trees by herself. Knives were satisfying and offered her a chance to vent whenever her siblings frustrated her. It was a good thing, too, because her frustration usually led to her accidentally breaking something in the house. After that, she had grown so distant from Piotr that she didn't know how to react to his passing. She moved to London shortly after her siblings had, succumbing to fear that they might ever leave her behind. She didn't mind the London skies and its weather, but the bustle of the city was bothersome. But in order to keep track of her siblings and how they were doing, she'd learn to get used to it. Natalya did not make it into college, but did her studies on her own terms—but if there was anything she wanted to focus on, it was the use of weapons. She was adept in the use of knives, but had to seek lessons in order to use everything else available. Any weapon was fascinating. The collection she began to work on was not obtained by legal means, nor were they sold that way; but she didn't mind. Although wary about others touching the knives that strictly belong to her, she caved in to informing the other members of the underground—which she only engaged in knowing that Katyusha had an affiliation with them—how to properly use them. Although she is young, the name she's used for herself is making slow circulation around those of her kind. She will supply the weaponry and the skills, but she leaves the job of using those weapons for killing to others.

Role-Play Sample

Kelly, Kendrick, Kennedy, Kenner... Andrews. Violet eyes that had been doing their routinely scanning of stocked books twitched, a pale hand rising to pluck that misplaced book from its spot. Didn't people know their alphabet by now? Natalya happened to be in the romance section of books, working as was customary to make sure that the shelves were all in their proper order by author. It was painfully common that library goers decided to place books wherever they pleased, especially when it wasn't even in the correct category. The book was carted over to where the A author section was, fit in with the rest of the romance books with the cliché couples on the covers. The men always had to look like Fabio with their lack of shirts and long hair flowing in the wind... it made her scoff. Men never looked that perfect, and these relationships weren't real anyway. She didn't want to linger here, lest someone caught her looking at all these cheesy romance novels. Not that she was interested in any. Or ever read any of them in her life. Not at all. She continued strolling down the aisle, continuing her observing to make sure that nothing else was out of order. The library was never as quiet as everybody thought, for there was always a noise around every corner to reach paranoid ears. The ruffling of pages, the scuffing of feet, the lilt of various accented voices speaking in hushed whispers to each other. There were always those that would make horrid noise on purpose, disrupting the peace of everyone else for their own leisure. She never bothered too much with those groups, because one; they tended to jeer or make gestures at her, or just not listen to her at all, and two; she unfortunately would be at risk of losing this job were she to stab a blade through their faces. It was a nice mental image, but she'd rather not disappoint her siblings by being fired. She never really treated anyone with a smile, not even a forced one. She came here for the benefit of keeping herself at peace and out of suspicion regarding her other job, enough that it almost felt like a second home here in this building. She'd answer questions, stamp books, throw books into the cart to be returned, and that would be it for being social. Otherwise she was able to curl up and read a book of her own as she pleased, until another disruption came up. Aside from the other librarians.. well, thankfully one of them was quiet all the time. Her blonde head lifted, noticing through a gap between two shelves that that particular librarian and another figure were conversing. Not that this was different from any other occurrence, though the one with brunette hair just barely sparked familiarity to her. The two women together seemed different than any other chance meeting.. but who knew whether this was her sort of business to pry into? Natalya was usually never one to approach other people, especially not with any blatant intention to make friends. They could just be talking about stupid girl gossip for all she knows.. well, somehow. Even if she was one herself, she barely understood how other girls work. So she'd pull this off subtly. Before anyone would happen to notice that she was suspiciously staring through cracks in shelves, she finally resurfaced to approach her spot at the front desk, sitting and smoothing down her dress. "I jost mate sure everythink is put back correctly," she offered in a mutter to Mi-Yun, eyes sliding coolly over to the Italian without much expectation for a response from either of them.

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Welcome to TND. Your application has been accepted. Hello! <3 Your Belarus is just as lovely ever, Jen! Her likes, dislikes, dreams, and fears are all absolutely perfect. Her personality is beautifully worded and its accuracy is impeccable, and we were swept away as always at how meticulously detailed your explanations are. The history with her siblings is bittersweet, and it was wonderful to see how Natalya came to be where she is now; nineteen, lawless, and a knowledgeable specialist in weaponry. We're very happy to see you returning with us, Miss Arlovskaya -- revamped, kickass as ever, and ready to break some laws. The name is Arlovskaya. Natalya Petrovna Arlovskaya.

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