☈ nastasya ozera
age (looks)- 18
age (reality)- 512
hometown- st. petersberg, russia
birthday- may 15th
bio- nastasya is judas' second in command of the new york coven and she handles pressure well. she is like the priestess' voice of reason, and she is pretty much like that with every other vampire. she hails straight from the russian hills, like most vampires, and she enjoys drinking tru blood, sleeping in her coffin, and (despite contrary belief) wearing silver crosses around her slim, pale neck. whenever she smiles or talks to humans, she hides her fangs and she is very polite. she believes that they are people too and she is very kind. but place this little porcelain looking doll in front of a pack of zombie, nastasya will kick ass and take names. she is a kind girl who loves everything. and ironically, nastasya always hangs around animals. also, before tru blood, whenever she'd drink, she never once killed a single human. she isn't quite your typical vampire.
looks- vlada roslyakova
taken by- open for tryout.
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nastasya ozera – vlada roslyakova
petra nostrokov – diana moldovan
lolina marie redbird – isabeli fontana
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in the polyvore roleplaying community, you come across roleplays based on a movie or book series, or a roleplay about socialites and models living in a city. however, this roleplay stands out to me it’s so cutting edge and drastically creative and imaginative. i love how there are groupings of characters and how it’s a totally unique and different location. leo and sophia, you girls are epic, talented mods and i’d love to be in bvdc. i love writing, making sets, and interacting with others. i think this roleplay will challenge my writing skills for me to write about an unrealistic place like this that’s not in the norm. it’s safe to say, i’m a good writer and i love drama (within the roleplay) and i promise to follow the guidelines and be active. and i really hope you consider me for the part, I really like this character and the model! I’m actually fine with getting my other choices, this roleplay looks awesome!
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“where are you going?” a smooth voice boomed over behind me as i tried to slither out the french-esque door, towering me, look down at me. with pleasure or disappointment? i honestly didn’t know. the vivid designs confused me. and it’s graceful brass doorknob had an alluring essence screaming for me to turn. however, I recognized that voice and contracted back and halted to stop, i craned my neck and turned around. my wide, shaking blue eyes looked at the tall curvy figure. all i could see was the scarce silhouette of the face of figure, the body was turned sideways and it intensively gazed at the deep, rich burgundy curtains. its fingers slow ran up against the curtain stroking it. finally, she stepped forward look at me with a stern face.
“yes, judas?” i responded cooly, slowly stepping near her and positioned myself behind her. noticing she was squinting her eyes deeply at the empty corner of the den, an innocent spider sprawled out on the ground. and frankly out of all the beautifully woven tapestries and paintings, it was the only thing i noticed oddly enough. judas turned towards me, still in thought.
“i have to add some personal touches to a gown. it might take a while, fetch one of ‘us’ to go kill a roaming, lost human and bring back its heart. fresh. i’ll have jerome captivate it to adorn my tavern.” she hissed, pointing her jagged nails straight at the door and suddenly that alluring feeling to go banished. i was with others murdering humans for sickly objectives but when I was ordered to cause the death myself. the fact being a vampire made this flaw more strange, but i couldn’t personally do it myself. and i knew if someone else would bring the heart to judas there was a chance of her approval and praise leading to my downfall as her ‘second in command’ and it was unlikely that would happen. a day at a play in my life in the modern ages, trigged an idea in my head.
“right away, judas. actually if you want the job done, i’ll personally retrieve the heart myself. expect it hung in your room, the small amounts of light hitting on it.” i smiled fauxly, moving a loose strand of hair from her intricate shoulder pad.
“you?” judas smirked, then grimaced, “i’ve known you long enough not to bare murder of humans.”
i dug my uncut fingernails through my palm in anger. in advance, i should know judas was keen enough to figure me out. however, she wasn’t keen enough to know we need as much people – including human and if she couldn’t come to her senses, i would have to do her part for her. there was a reason i was called her voice of reason.
“judas, your honor. i’m not one to say ‘life is too short’, but it’s definitely not long enough. that is why i’ve been cogitating and realized to survive under these conditions i should improve providing for my kind and others.” i tried and kept a stern face. though I was somehow curious to read her expression and see if she was feeding into my lie. after a long pause, i saw her contemplating gaze and soon enough she responded,
“well then, off with you.” she ordered as i sauntered towards the door and walked out, looking back at her slowly grace up the spindling stair case. then, i turned back and sprinted. i sprinted, not breaking a sweat. everything passed by me quickly as i zoomed on the desolated road. my time on earth has never been so lonely and deserted as it was now. soon enough, i reached the forest. the strong scent of fire and musk coagulated around me and i exhaled for a slight breeze but still felt in contempt. I slowly began wondering in the shortly cut stubs, watching my precariously. hour after hour, i went deep to find what i was looking for. I cut across some dead flowers, they lay motionless, nothing to say, no purpose in this world. and once i made it through the meadow, i stopped in delight to see just what i was look for. for some odd reason, a boar was buried under a few dozen leaves, i scattered them off and positioned it in an angled way and dug my fangs, quickly making an incision above its neck and ruthlessly dug in with my bare hands. i wiped off the excessive blood coming out to my hands on the leaves and went under the lungs and found the motionless heart, smothering it with a dangling cloth from my bag, I jammed it inside and hauled the pig my the rear and carefully dumped it to the meadow. even though the animal was already dead, it really killed me to de-face it like this. animals were beautiful – just like all normal or abnormal creatures. what happened to the times of great theologians like erasmus and machiavelli to put some common sense to people’s heads? well, they were long gone and long dead. i sped back to the commons were judas’s workers were and gave the proper orders to freeze the heart and decorate it.
“job well done, nastasya.” judas’s voice slurred behind me, “but how could you have not it without a knife?”
“fangs, of course,” i quickly responded, and quick enough for her to suspect anything, “humans are too slow for us, non?”
she shrugged with a watchful eye and soon walked away with discomfort, “i expect you to actually live your life for once. all work and play for centuries is awful, come with me to view some of my woven tapestries and custom wine.” she offered slyly and graced away in awe and mystery leaving me for spoken in the cool, evening air quickly darkening in the remains of it all.