The Story of Nadenka
I asked you to save me from myself, and instead you condemned me… why?
Name: Nadenka
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Appearance: Everything about her is pretty much average, to a point
where people wonder why she is treated differently, why people seem to
see her as being so special. Average height and of average weight, but
slightly on the taller and slimmer side rather than the shorter and
larger one, her skin is pale, rubbed in with a layer of gold and
rounded. It’s the kind that looks best when draped in lace and chiffon,
when care is taken and dresses or costumes worn, rather than the usual
jeans and t shirt kind of mix. Pretty, but not particularly athletic
she’s more torso than legs, but doesn’t look oddly proportioned.
Her hands are small and her feet dainty, or is it the other way around?
Her hair is long, about mid back and curly. Enough so that at night it
gets tangled, and that you can bunch fistfuls of it in your hands and
feel like your holding onto something right. Dark, it’s the average
shade between brown and black that’s completely normal, unstreaked and
untouched in any other way.
She has her ears pierced only once, she wears no real tattoos except
for one located right on the small of her back, where the central
dimple forms so that it looks more like a shadow. It’s character, of
sorts except no one really knows how to decipher it. The only jewelry
she usually wears are hoop earrings, one holding a single silver key
and the other a ring. Two bangs of silver bound around a stone. She
often wears an arm band in the shape of some intricate knot, or a
dragon swallowing itself—it’s hard to tell, because the ‘head’ of it is
hidden towards her breast. On her feet she wears chains, the kind
that’s supposed to be worn on the hands and loops around her toes. She
paints her nails, did you know that? Nude on her fingers and a deep
brassy gold on the feet.
Her eyes are often heavily made up, Cleopatra like with cat wings and
enough glitter to make them heavy and beautiful. A soft shade of brown
black that’s often seen in the streets, it’s only when she’s really
tired that they seem to gleam gold, and then you know something’s
wrong. Because human eyes aren’t meant to gleam gold.
Her nose is pert, she has no moles or freckles and her lips are often
painted a mauve rose shade, enough to seem natural and so that her eyes
don’t seem to be too dominate. Often half parted and breathless, her
expression is often one of slight bemusement, and surprise and a little
bit of hesitation. She’s cute when she looks like that.
More times than not, heavy pale gold and champagne skirts swing down
her legs, hinting at the length but falling with only subtle shadows
outlining them through two or three layers. One is always the longest,
the second slightly shorter and wrapped around like, and the third is a
joke of a skirt, more like decoration, or a long beaded belt. Her waist
is often cinched in by something gold and ornamental, like a corset
except it doesn’t have the bow ties, and it gives her good posture. The
same material of her skirt bind her breasts, trailing down her arms in
scatters of silk. One is long, trailing to the ground and always the
lightest. The second comes probably to her wrists, slashed in some
areas with edges of real gold and the last is like frosting on a cake.
Around her head, she wears a mesh of something close to her clothing,
kept away from her face only by something heavy and ornamental that
dips between her brows. Except, this always gives her a prickly
sensation so she’s always trying to dislodge it.
She’s a pretty striking girl, if only for her costume. She might look
outstanding on her own, but put her with all the other girls and she’s
only one face. In fact, gold’s a common color enough, and she’s
actually hard to spot. There are girls prettier, more… something else.
Until her eyes flash gold and you realize that she’s pretty damn
special after all.
Personality: She never, ever tries top draw attention to herself, but
inevitably in the end she gets it. Otherwise this wouldn’t be a story
about her, would it? Half awake and half asleep, she’s quiet and almost
passive, because she doesn’t know what else to do. She’s a coward, and
hates questioning her own actions and the actions of others. She hates
those deep, philosophical conversations because it makes her brain hurt
and makes her question the foundations of her life… and she’s scared,
scared of having everything crumble around her.
But everything is crumbling around her. There is something inevitable
about her, something that seems almost tragic because the last thing
she wants is attention, and experiences. Quiet, she embraces
stereotypes and while she’s not necessarily good at taking orders, she
doesn’t say no and while she’s not really talented at everything,
you’ll never see her make a spectacle of herself by trying. Does that
make sense? She’s neither the try hard or the gifted, and she fits
right along well with everyone else.
She hates being seen as the protagonist, or the antagonist. While she
is modest, and while she is a bit scared of seeing that the world is
focusing on her for a while longer, she’s not going to say no to the
attention. A bit pathetic, really, she seems like a nice girl until you
realize that something’s been hiding all this time. She’s not that
nice, she’s not that selfless and damn if she’s going to let someone
else steal what she loves the most.
She’s a bit undecided though, about what it is that she loves the most.
Completely unprepared, she has never spent enough time thinking,
assessing. She’s quick to regret but not as quick to act, which means
she regrets a lot of things because she didn’t do them half the time. A
rambler, she doesn’t get along very well with people and has a habit of
messing up.
All she wants though, is to really, really be loved.
Except she doesn’t quite know how to love anyone either, and doesn’t
want to take any risks.
Abilities: She has no startling abilities to call her own, or any that
she is aware of at first. Although her senses are a little bit more
sharper than everyone else’s, and although she seems to be capable of
bigger things as well, I suppose her ability that makes her so special
is that she has so much potential. It’s in her genetics, really. Not in
her.
