Cherolynn Baranova

[cherolyn]

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Basics

Name: Cherolynn Kirill Baranova
Date of Birth: May 18th, 1989
Gender: Female
Occupation: Leader of Clan
Birthplace: The Siberian Wilderness



Turtle or Hare: Hare
Half Empty or Full: Half empty
Truth or Lies: Lies
Day or Night: Night
Bright or Bland: Bright
Always or Never: Always
Love or War: War
Black or White: Black


Personality and Traits

You can't truly classify these, they all have a dark side.

Energetic: Anything she does, she does with great fervor. No matter what job is at hand, she follows through with almost unnerving perfection and dedication. Once set upon a mission, the world better watch out, there are few things that can stop her.

Agile: As a second generation Were-cat she is extremely powerful, but this part of her is abnormal even for her blood. She uses her incredible flexibility and born war tactics to quell any and all opposing forces. This is one of her favorite ways to taunt her combatants.

Humor: As a child Cherolynn was taught that if possible find joy in killing those who try to kill you. So she does, weather or not it's healthy, is a totally different answer. When she is in a fight, she uses her insidiously beautiful laugh to distract her opponent. When with her clan, they joke of things that most would find appalling.

Born Killer: As both her parents were first generation were-cats, they were on the run. They taught their daughters to be the perfect weapons, not out of malice but out of necessity. The thing about Cherolynn was that she seemed to know all of the basics of war before they had taught her. She is a natural at guerrilla warfare and hand to hand combat. She uses her special talents to the betterment of her battle advantage.

Protective: When it comes to the were-cats that she leads, people are better off cutting their own jugulars if they even try harm them. For suicide would be much more pleasant, then the death she would deal them.

Loyal: She loves her clan, and would do anything needed to protect them. She heart belongs to the cause, she wishes for nothing but freedom for her kin. She is loyal to the bitter end, through hell fire and death, she will not leave the side of her men, or leaders.

Vicious: When turned onto a target, she is relentless. She will destroy that target so completely that she is revered even to her own. She is the night-mare of every scientist that created were-cats, powerful and motivated, unstoppable and unyielding.

Lack-of-Fear: She fears nothing, not death nor torture. She lives for one thing, and one thing only. Her mind has nothing but rebellion in it. She refuses to let her people be killed. she will do anything for the cause. There is nothing that can stop her save the command of her leaders. This can be extremely dangerous for those who oppose her, and for herself. She has nothing to lose and will give everything without a second thought for the cause.

Almost Merciless: She is not one for much sympathy, the only ones that have guarantee not to be harmed by her are children. But their parents are fare game if they are a threat to her kin. When ordered, Cherolynn with do almost anything if it is for the good of the race.

Other Traits

- Can sing very well
- Natural leader
- Extremely intelligent
- The definition of endurance
- Plays with human hearts
- Doesn't like to be owned
- Is still a virgin
- Loves alcohol
- Shows off her superiority to the low life's of human society
[i.e muggers and gangsters]
- Goes looking for trouble on occasion

History:

Cherolynn was born to Tanya and Kirill Baranova. Her parents were some of the first were-cats and escaped when they were going to be killed. They had felt betrayed, for they had given much to Russia and to have her turn around and try to exterminate them was unspeakable. Her mother and father hid out in the Siberian wilderness to keep their daughters safe for the time being.

Cherolynn, Polina, and Yadviga were born in that order as triplets on May 18th, 1989. It was a hard birth and almost killed their mother. But the pain that it caused her only went to show for the strength of her children. They were the apple of their parents eyes and were the cause of their deaths in the end. As the three grew, so did their powers, all had abnormally enhanced talents. Polina could convince anyone to do anything, Yadviga had a special calling for knives, and Cherolyn showed great promise in the field of hand to hand combat.

For years they lived in a small village on The Tunguska. They were trained and shown how to be the perfect warriors. Though it was a simple life they lead, they were quite happy. But happy wasn't enough, they were just bitting their time until they were old enough to help the cause.

That day came on a cold September afternoon, when people from Moscow came to town. They told the villagers what their family was, but they didn't turn them in. Instead, the villagers refused to speak to the strangers any longer and went inside their homes. Angered by their refusal to give the Baranovas up, they machine gunned the village and burned it to the ground.

When the Baranovas returned from their fishing trip and found the town in ruins they became angered and went in search for those who had committed this crime. They found the perpetrators in camped just down the road, laughing about what they had done.

It was a trap, but Tanya and Kirill didn't see it coming. They were over powered and killed when they went to exterminate those who murdered their friends. Cherolynn and her sisters were captured and were made to watch as their parents were brutally murdered. The three escaped the hands of their captures with the strength of pure and utter fury. They then turned on them and destroyed the Moscowians.

When the last of the would-be exterminator fell, the three were alone, surrounded by 20 body's. They piled the dead and burned them. They took their beloved parents, and buried them by the river. They vowed that no man or woman would ever take another were-cats life on their watch.

Together they went to the hub of their races fight to dedicate themselves whole heartedly to the cause. They split, Polina going to the U.S to help there, Yadviga to Moscow and Cherolynn to Vladamir. They lost contact but knew from the bond that they shared, that all of them were still breathing.

Cherolynn worked her way up through the ranks to eventually be the leader of a clan in Vladamir. A clan that was known for it's fierceness, and enduing loyalty to the cause.



Sample:

The air was dank and filled with pollution. The streets dirty, the people like the grime the hung from every nook and cranny of the inner city. Her black boots made a quiet thud as they slashed in a puddle. Her black leather pants were held up by a matching black belt with a stainless steel belt buckle of her clans symbol. The music of various clubs shook the ground beneath her feet, vibrating even the trash cans in the deserted alley's. This was a street that only the invincible or the stupid walked alone.

Her thumbs were hanging from the rim of her pants, nails painted blood red. Her walk was one of a fearless being, one that should not be messed with. her long chocolate hair cascaded down her back, passed the hem of her jacket. It was leather, and v-necked. it cut off to the end of her rib cage, leaving her perfect abs to show. It fit tightly, defining the curves of her C cups, but lose enough so that if she got into a fight, she could move with her usual agility.

They pounding of one particular club caught her fancy, it was playing Korn. She walked straight up to the door and knocked four times. A rectangle the size of her forearm slid back to show the eyes of a white man. He asked her name, and opened the door immediately when she said "Cherolynn Baranova." Her red lips parted in a wicked smile as she walked passed the door man and nodded. The only illumination were strobe lights on the dance floor and a red glow coming from the direction of the bar. The people here were dark, all had some sort of tattoo, and most wore black.

She made her way to the bar and ordered a Irish Car Bomb. After she shot three of these she went straight to the floor. The dance of choice was a mix between moshing, grinding, and jumping. The DJ then turned the energy to Rob Zombies Dragula. Cherolyn spotted a rather attractive man surrounded by women, but on the side lines. She pushed passed the posser females and pulled him onto the floor. He gave a smile, and joined the fun.

She walked the scum covered streets appeased; the man had fallen for her like a child over their first piece of chocolate. She danced, locked lips, then left. She couldn't help but laugh as he asked her to come home with him. She gave him a kiss goodbye, shot another car bomb and disappeared. She had to be back by four in the morning and it was already three-thirty.



OOC
OOC Name

[/b]: Redwood
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In Character Questionnaire

What region would be most favorable for you to be stationed in?
Where ever I am needed.

Would you feel comfortable appointing subordinates or would you prefer that to be taken care of?
Either or, I would have to be briefed on how to conduct it properly though.

Have you previously lead any sort of organization?
No, but I have much wanted to.

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