WHY DO YOU DO THE THINGS YOU DO? there is only one answer to this question. why are your hands stained with red blood, why are your dreams plagued with death, death, death?
ENDURANCE
IT IS THE ONLY THING YOU HAVE EVER KNOWN.there's nothing but this, nothing but the sound of your heart beating against your ears, drumming, drumming, drumming.
DECAY
YOU'VE LOST PIECES OF YOURSELF IN THE PROCESS. sometimes you don't know your own reflection in the mirrors. you don't know your eyes, you don't know your lips. there's something missing inside of you.
INFO
written by m. HIGHLY SELECTIVE low activity // plotted threads only est. 2013 pinterest board
rules.
exclusives/mains.
disclaimer
this is an independent for a fandomless original character i do not claim ownership and am not affiliated with daisy ridley, olivia wilde or any other face that may be used. this blog is multi-verse, multi-ship. every thread is independent from the other unless previously plotted.
general
01.this blog is plot oriented. as stated on my 'sidebar', this blog prefers plotted threads and pre-established interactions over non-plotted, non-established ones. relationships are amazing, be them whichever!
02.nsfw & triggering content will be present, though all will be accordingly tagged (respectively #nsfw and #[trigger] //). the likelyhood of there being smut on this blog is extremely LOW.
03.this blog is private to mutuals, meaning that i will only interact with those that i follow & follow me back - this applies to IC & OOC interactions. please don't like my starter calls or send me memes if we are not mutual (headcanon requests are okay).
04.if we are mutuals, know that i wish to roleplay with you in some capacity. feel free to ask for my SKYPE.
05.i will not interact with CIS GENDERBENDS or WHITEWASHED CHARACTERS. there are plenty of posts about why both of those are generally Bad, please don't ask me about it.
06.please cut your posts. i like to have a clean and uncluttered dashboard. in the same regard, i am more than happy to continue a thread from an ask, but i ask you to MAKE A NEW POST.
07.stealing is not condoned in this blog, everything from icons, promos, theme to headcanons and meta were made by ME, with a lot of hard work involved. please do not take and claim as your own.
08.if you prove to be a bigot in any way, shape or form i WILL UNFOLLOW. no remorse, no second thought. i do not, and never will, accept such behaviors.
shipping
09.please don't ever assume a ship. scarlett is a very complex, very private characters. shipping is hard with her.
10.please don't force a relationship. as stated above, chemistry comes before anything. if our characters don't click, then they don't click. please don't try to force me or guilttrip me into it.
mun
if you have read all the way to here, i am very, very thankful. my name is MARINA (cis woman, she/her pronouns), i am 20 years old and attend university. replies on this blog are incredibly SLOW, and i will give, most times, preference to NOXTEARS, VOLCHNOK, RXGIUS OR XBETTERFEARED. it's nothing personal, only a result of extensive developing of said relationships. i know i may sound extremely harsh and mean here but i swear i'm not!! i've been developing this character for the past 4 years and she means the absolute world to me, and i'm happy to interact wiht more people!
NAME: scarlett anna ivanova lefurgey ALIAS / NICKNAMES: annushka, nyura, scar, red rose, spider, lebed, ivanova, kingmaker AGE: 27 years old (most verses) DATE OF BIRTH: february 8th / 1989 PLACE OF BIRTH: east end of london NATIONALITY: russian + british SEXUALITY: demiromantic bisexual GENDER: cisgender female PRONOUNS: she / her
LAYER ONE : PHYSICALITIES
FACE CLAIM: daisy ridley (16 - 26) / olivia wilde ( 26 - forward ) VOICE CLAIM:daisy ridley / rosamund pike. RACE/ETHNICITY: white HEIGHT: 1,7 m / 5′7′‘ WEIGHT: 55 kg / 121 pounds BUILD: slim / toned HAIR: mid length / short medium brown hair EYE COLOR: hazel eyes SKIN COLOR: pale DOMINANT HAND: right SCENT: roses, wood, old books ACCENT: mostly a forced posh british accent, but when in stressful situations her cockney accent slips out ALLERGIES: mild shellfish allergy TATTOOS: a heart on the palm of a hand on her right underboob / a rose and a knife on her crotch / a sun and a moon on her inner wrist.
LAYER TWO : FAMILY
PARENTS: Diana Nikolaevna Ivanovna (mother, deceased), Thomas Winston Lefurgey (father) GRANDPARENTS: Nikolai Mikhailovich Ivanov (grandfather, maternal), Valentina Pyotrevna Ivanovna (grandmother, maternal), Angelique Delaney Lefurgey (grandmother, paternal), Hubert Lawrence Lefurgey (grandfather, paternal) SIBLINGS: Phillip George Lefurgey (half brother) PETS: two cats, karl & marx
LAYER TWO : EDUCATION
LANGUAGES: english, russian, french, mid spanish comprehension, mid greek comprehension HIGH SCHOOL EDUCATION: st albans (d.c) / trinity boarding school (syracuse, ny) COLLEGE EDUCATION: harvard university MAJOR: history and literature with a concentration in eastern europe and russia MINOR: philosophy LAW SCHOOL: harvard law school (3 years) LAW SCHOOL SPECIALIZATION: criminal justice & law and business
LAYER TWO : WORK
PAST OCCUPATIONS: lobbyist, corporate lawyer (at p&p) CURRENT OCCUPATION: district attorney and pro-bono lawyer SOCIOECONOMIC STATUS: mid upper class
THE MASTERMIND / ARCHITECT : intjs are introspective, analytical, determined persons with natural leadership ability. being reserved, they prefer to stay in the background while leading. strategic, knowledgable and adaptable, intjs are talented in bringing ideas from conception to reality. they expect perfection from themselves as well as others and are comfortable with the leadership of another so long as they are competent. intjs can also be described as decisive, open-minded, self-confident, attentive, theoretical and pragmatic.
MORAL ALIGNMENT : NEUTRAL GOOD
NEUTRAL GOOD / BENEFACTOR : a neutral good character is guided by his conscience and typically acts altruistically, without regard for or against lawful precepts such as rules or tradition. a neutral good character has no problems with co-operating with lawful officials, but does not feel beholden to them. in the event that doing the right thing requires the bending or breaking of rules, they do not suffer the same inner conflict that a lawful good character would.
ENNEAGRAM : TYPE 1 / TYPE 6
THE PERFECTIONIST / REFORMER : perfectionists are realistic, conscientious, and principled. they strive to live up to their high ideals. THE SKEPTIC / THE QUESTIONER : questioners are responsible, trustworthy, and value loyalty to family, friends, groups, and causes. their personalities range broadly from reserved and timid to outspoken and confrontative.
TEMPERAMENT : CHOLERIC
CHOLERIC : the choleric temperament is fundamentally ambitious and leader-like. they have a lot of aggression, energy, and/or passion, and try to instill it in others. they can dominate people of other temperaments, especially phlegmatic types. many great charismatic military and political figures were choleric. they like to be in charge of everything. however, cholerics also tend to be either highly disorganized or highly organized. they do not have in-between setups, only one extreme to another. as well as being leader-like and assertive, cholerics also fall into deep and sudden depression. essentially, they are very much prone to mood swings.
OTHER :
SINS : pride, wrath, greed. VIRTUES : kindness, diligence, kindness ZODIAC : aquarius ( february 8th ) SOUL TYPE : king / scholar HOGWARTS HOUSE : slytherin RELIGION : atheist. POLITICAL AFFILIATION : left / socialism ARCHETYPE : the ruler / the sage.
000. there will be flowers scattered through the floor of your house, red and yellow and white and pink, and your mother will order you to tread with care as you walk to your room. she’ll put together with sculpture-like precision bouquets for other girls and serve them coffee with her ever tired smile. later that day, the hole in your window will be gone and the leaking in the bathroom too. your mother will come home at three in the morning, and finish sewing the red scarf you begged her to.
001. one day, when the snow starts to fill the ground up and the cold winds start to blow, a tall man with stern features and a stink of corruption that eats through his bones will come through your door. if you’re lucky ( and you never are ), your mother will hold your body against hers and guard you jealously and lovingly. if you’re not, he will extend a golden, golden hand, and say : ❛ MINE. YOU’RE MINE. ❜
002. you’ll move to a house tenth-twice the size of your own, tenth-thrice as cold and the warmth of your mother will be filled with the wintriness of your father the tenderness of your mother will be replaced by the hands of your father around your wrist, throat, arms. you won’t be enough : you will never be enough.
003. you will learn, by the time you are fifteen, how to survive under his circumstances. you will discipline yourself to be harder, sharper, smarter, better than anyone, better than your brother could ever be. you will train your words and your tongue and turn yourself into the daughter he’s ever wished for, into the perfection which he demands, and do so all of it for, and solely for, him to extend his golden, golden hand, and say : ❛ CLEVER GIRL. ❜
004. one day, you’ll find yourself clinging into someone else’s warmth and thinking it is your own : you’ll hold your body against theirs and share bits and pieces with them, enough but not too much, and most of that you’ve longed for will be there, will be with you ❛ SWEAR THAT YOU WILL NOT LEAVE ME. ❜ . you’ll learn, finally, that nothing ever stays, not with you. you’ll ruin everything before it can ruin you.
005. your body will grow cold like stripped fields. you’ll shed your warmth and softness like a snake sheds its skin. you’ll wrung out of you all that does not serve, until you are better, harder, sharper, smarter, colder.
006. one day, when the snow starts to fill the ground up and the cold wind starts to blow, a tall woman will stern features and a stink of brutality that eats through her bones will look at your reflection in the mirror. if you are lucky ( and you never are ), she’ll blink and think nothing of it. if you’re not, she will extend a pale, pale hand and say : ❛ YOU’RE STILL HUMAN. ❜
007. you’ll cry out to the skies and pray to the gods you have never believed in to not let that man ever come through your door. he will always come.
giggling as she dragged the minister towards the elevator, , she can feel his breath on skin, the way he pressed his lips against her neck. you’re so pretty–such a pretty little french girl, aren’t you? he would mumble against her neck and she felt her nails dig into her palms as he pressed his body against her. SHAMELESS PIG. stop it. you are not charlotte. you are not HER. you are ALICE. you are the innocent french escort that wants nothing more than to please the man who paid for her services for the evening. she didn’t have to tell him anything, she just batted her eyes and pretended not to understand. she was just a pretty trophy on his arm. she was nobody important.
–p҉r҉e҉t҉t҉y҉ l҉i҉t҉t҉l҉e҉ g҉i҉r҉l҉
and some days she wished she wasn’t PRETTY. she wished she was stronger, she was more clever. she wished she didn’t have to feel strange lips pressing against her skin. she wished she didn’t have to pretend to be in euphoria when she wanted nothing more than to claw her skin off. SHE FELT DIRTY. but then she had to wonder–is it possible for her to be CLEAN again? would the blood stains ever wash away? or was she doomed like Lady Macbeth to go mad?
batting her eyes as they were exiting the elevator, the disgusting pig leaned in for another kiss before she leaned away, a small pout on her lips. “penses-tu que je suis jolie?” she asked as she took his key and reached behind him to open the door. she would be inside already, waiting for her prey–that was the plan. she thought before she dropped the key in the hallway and pushed the minister towards the large bed and fell on top of him with a laugh. the prettiest. he whispered and tucked a piece of her brown hair behind her ear.
“good.”she whispered in a soft voice before she took out pin holding her hair together and let her brown locks fall and frame her smirking face. “do I leave you BREATHLESS, my darling?” her once thick french accent, no longer there on her sweet voice. eyes widening slowly, she slowly got up from him and took a step back. his mind still trying to process what was going on. “Do you know what they say about beautiful flowers?” she asked while she walked to the bathroom, a glove covered hand pressing against the wood. “They hide the most venomous spiders.”
не дай ему прикоснуться ко мне. words stuck on REPEAT on her brain as she walks down the isle, searching the numbers 2106 with an indisputable precision. she doesn’t need a key -- she never needs anything but herself. she has always been SELF SUFFICIENT. she was created like that. she was carved like that -- from marble. Вы никогда не будете ломать. she clenches her jaw, looking at the golden numbers shining over the white door. it’s a matter of reflex, the words ring on her head like a prayer as she forces the door open, subtly enough to not leave a single vestige. не дай ему прикоснуться ко мне. she scans the room, knowing that she has to be quick -- he’ll be there soon, the elevator isn’t that slow, even with CHARLOTTE’S distractions. ANNA waits, body curled behind the wooden door, hidden by the shadows and the dark. she belongs there. YOU BELONG NOWHERE. YOU BELONG EVERYWHERE. she hears their voices, and holds her breath, and waits. she waits for the perfect moment, for the perfect opportunity. she waits for his head to be curled to the side, for his mind to be filled with OXYTOCIN and ADRENALINE, for her hands to curl against his white, fat, disgusting, USELESS neck and take the life out of him. to leave him BREATHLESS. she moves quickly, while he looks at the other woman’s back, while desire blinds his mind. “étonnement” she whispers, french slipping from her lips as he looks at her, confusion painting his face while hers remained stone cold. it happens too fast for him to even take notice -- it happens too fast for him to even react. there’s a soft crack, one that she can feel under the palm of her hands, one that she’s been feeling ever since she was SEVEN YEARS OLD. you are made of marble. Вы никогда не будете ломать. POLITICIANS are always predictable. though they should know better, they can’t hide anything ( not that anyone could hide anything from them. they were the best. they were doing the right. they were saving mankind ). she opens the cabinet, eyes moving until she spots the safe. if dimitri was there, he would open it at first try - or at least that is what she’s heard. but that was assigned to her. that was her mission. you will never fail. she closes her eyes, and listens. the safe opens up after the third try ( she needs to get better. she needs to get better. she needs to get better ).
