Remnants of the Earth

Somewhere, in the back of Fiona’s head, she knew her father was going to kill her if he found out, but d*nm she loved kissing. Today, it was with a very nice looking boy. The son of some captain or other, he was average height with sharp cheek bones and a voice like honey. And what he did with his hands was just pain sinful. This wasn’t a serious thing, but she was considering it if the kissing was this good.

In theory, this boy was everything Emrys said he approved of: strong, intelligent, good-looking. His poor daughter was sadly under the delusion that, despite the other ten very similar boys he had rejected, her father would actually accept this one. And hiding in the corner of a forgotten hallway, having her tongue sucked out of her mouth was not helping her judgment skills. Luckily for her, this boy did not know who her father was and she had been very careful to keep it that way. It helped that she didn’t resemble him at first glance. Otherwise, it was unlikely he would’ve ever dared to touch her no matter how pretty. Emrys had gotten quite the reputation when it came to any sort of romantic relations involving his “favorite” daughter.

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Name Natasha Vereta
Age 35
Gender Female
Species Human (with cyborg prostetics)
Ethnicity Aedolian
[If applicable. Is the character Aedolian, Edani, Teinari, etc?]
Height 5'5"
Occupation Doctor
Residence Homeless

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Physical Description
Natasha is a rather petite woman, small and thin even for her species. Once upon a time, she was considered extremely beautiful, but with her current prosthetic arm and robotic eye, she would likely scare the men who once adored her. Still, a trace of her wealthy upbringing continues to prevail. She keeps her luscious dark chocolate hair perfectly styled and her clothes are elegant and tailored to her form. Her doctor’s equipment is color coordinated to match her attire. The good doctor insists on walking with perfect posture and grace at times.

Personality
Dr. Natasha is a very elegant lady, but she is not one to be looked down upon. In amidst her elegant speech, she will tell you exactly how she feels about you, for good or bad. She has great compassion for patients and people truly suffering, but has no patience for whiners and empty flatterers. In fact, she likes to take advantage of her small height to look up at people while subtly looking down her nose at them if they deserve it. Most days in a crisis, she’s the first on the scene and the last to leave. While she admits she’s no fighter, she admires those who fight for the protection of others.

If she has a particular weakness that she can’t seem to control, it would be that she still prefers to spend her money on the “finer things in life”- clothes, food, equipment, etc. While some of her purchases can be defended as justified, some of them certainly cannot. Fortunately, she can normally tell when something is fake.

Sadly, she is convinced no decent man will find her beautiful anymore, having come from a culture that highly valued natural appearance. Any approach to flirt with her has generally been seen as either simply being friendly or manipulative. Natasha has resigned herself to live out her life alone.


Magic/Abilities
None known

Relationships
Father: Alberto Vereta (trying to kill her)
Brother: Dmitri Vereta

History
   As a young woman, Natasha was from a very wealthy family. Vain and gorgeous, just like her parents, everyone expected her to become a trophy wife to a fat old rich man. No one quite knew what to expect when Natasha said she was going to become a doctor. Originally, it was just a “Fuck you” teenage rebellion to her parents, but as she worked more with the medical program, she found she had a knack for it. She loved working with patients. It gave her purpose.

After eleven years of hard work, she officially became a doctor, often volunteering her time to treat the poor and unfortunate. Over time, she noticed that many of her patients were exhibiting signs of cancer, which she linked back to a product produced by her father’s company. When she confronted him about it, he denounced her and sent out a hit on her. The apartment she was staying in was set on fire. She managed to escape, but most of her evidence was destroyed. She lost her left hand and the left side of her face.

On the run, she managed to scrape together enough money for a cheap prosthetic arm and a robotic eye, a sight she still cringes at in the mirror.


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