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[b]Name: [/b] Natalia Andronikova
[b]Gender: [/b] Female
[b]Age: [/b] 21
[b]Nationality: [/b] Russian.
[b]Occupation: [/b] Drifter, currently a bar maid in one of the red light districts ‘vamp friendly’ strip joints. 
[b]Appearance: [/b] [img=http://data1.whicdn.com/images/50553774/large.jpg] 

Natalia stands at about 167cm in her bare feet, which is why she usually wears soft heeled boots for her work to make her seem less a push over, she has a slim build but the clothing she wears can't hide the definition in her arms. Often wearing black jeans with the 'fashionable' rips and a black turtle neck over a black tank top which only occasionally seen on busy nights. She'll often wear her mid-back length wavy hair up in a high messy bun at work or loose while at home.

[b]Personality: [/b] Natalia is still rather naïve, her upbringing left little room for freedom of choice and now that she is out on her own it shows in her behaviour that she doesn’t always know what she’s doing. Despite that she is a well read woman with a keen thirst for knowledge, she prefers to make her own, informed decision on things which is why it can take her a while to decide one way or another. She has a bubbly, friendly personality but often keeps herself guarded around strangers and has a whimsical mix of both fear and awe in the presence of vampires. She prefers to stay out of arguments but is a sucker for someone who needs help and often is found feeding stray animals behind the back of the bar she works at and giving them medicine. 

[b]Attitude to The Age of the Vampire: [/b] Confused.
[b]Reason for being in Amsterdam: [/b] To find a certain Vampire and either kill him or learn more about him. She’s still not sure which way she’s going with it yet. 

[b]History: [/b] Natalia's earliest memory is of a warehouse, it's window's reminded her of a ghost and the steel shutters that closed behind them sounded so final and absolute. She remembered the bitter cold and the snow that howled across the window panes causing them to lightly rattle in their places. The floor was cold despite her fur lined boots and when she blew into her hands she could see the air condense before her. It smelled odd to her young nose, she couldn't have been more than six years old, of beer, body odour and blood and made her nose feel itchy with every breath. Their were sounds too, aside from the men and women around her who laughed and joked with her parents and told stories, horrible sounds, scratching and howling, growls snarls and the worst was the sobbing. She'd tugged on her mothers hand in hopes of getting her attention, to ask what the noise was and what was making it but her mother ignored her and hurried her forward to meet their uncle. 

Uncle William and Aunt Vanessa scared her, they had scars, tattoos and seemed to always be serious and aggressive. As they approached a big table she noticed the huge map pinned down with multi-coloured drawing pins and decorated with string, it reminded her of a puzzle but when she reached for it her hand was slapped away and Aunt Vanessa glowered at her. The adults started to talk about things she didn't understand, blood suckers and raids, cataloguing and disposal, they sounded like words she had no business knowing so instead she peered into the room. It had three floors, the main floor which took up most of the area, an upstairs cabin that over looked both the lower floors -she wasn't allowed up there- and a downstairs that jutted into the main room, she wasn't allowed down their either. 

The shutters rolled up and a waft of cold snow drifted in followed by three people half carrying, half dragging a forth who looked to be sleeping with his hands tied and his legs bound. He had blood coming from his head and sharp pointy teeth in his gaping mouth that had a pink sheen to them. 

By the time she was ten she had a better understanding of what was going on, her parents and her Aunt and Uncle spent a lot more time together and they all but lived in the 'instillation' as she had come to know it as. They were all members of a group called Freedom for Human Rights, an underground group that had been labelled terrorists by some and heroes by others. They fought and eradicated Vampires as a mission 'from God' and protect the people who would be killed by them if they were left to roam the streets. She was told that Vampire's were all Sinners who could no longer repent and were cursed by God, their deaths merely meant their souls were freed and were delivered back to Lucifer their master. 

She was finally given access to the lower floor in the Instillation and there she saw the enemy up close and personal. They locked her in a room with a hungry vampire, chained to the wall via a thick neck collar and steel chain, at the prospect of fresh blood the creature whimpered at first and cowered as if the sight of the small girl was enough to frighten it but just as Natalia dared to step forward to check on the man he turned and lunged, eyes flaming red and skin both pallid and sunken, it was the teeth that still haunted her vision to this very day, long, sharp and hungry. He had his hands bared like claws, grabbing at her shoulders only to miss as she fell to the ground screaming. Her screams only seemed to make it hungrier and angrier as it scrabbled for her leg and would have sunk it's fangs into her leg had her mother not come in and shot the creature straight through the forehead. 

From then on she was trained as one of them, she was taught how to fight Vampires, how to kill Vampires and more about their 'faction' which had, according to her tutors, been around for over a hundred years. She was trained how to use the arts of stealth and subterfuge to capture live targets or execute unsuspecting ones and how to use small hand guns and rifles (which she was not too great with). If she disagreed with her tutors or failed them she was met with painful punishment by having her hands wrapped with a cane until she learned not to answer back.

By the time she was eighteen she was considered an efficient soldier to be employed into their movement and their was just one thing she had to do to become a full member. She was sent to what was killed 'The Pit' little more than a ten foot across hole in the ground usually used for sparring other initiates but today was a bit different. On the other end of a chain held by her Uncle was a man, even without the thick neck collar she knew the signs, he was a vampire and she was supposed to kill him. 

The fight lasted twenty minutes the Vampire giving as good as he got but unable to keep the upper hand for long without the master of his chain pulling him back up against the wall. The Vampire's fangs were fully out and Natalia splat a glob of blood to the floor from where she'd cut her tongue from his last blow. It didn't take too much longer to have the Vampire pinned to the ground, a serrated blade pinned to his throat and the roar of her faction to finish him deafening her ears. However through her own deep ragged breaths and thick haze of hatred she saw something she had, until that moment, thought impossible for a Vampiric monster. He looked afraid and in that moment he looked so very human, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Lowering her blade and climbing out of the pit much to the boo's and calls for blood from her faction.

That night she was dragged from her bed and taken down to the holding cells, little more than refurbished storage rooms. There her hands were tied and she was hung from a hook in the ceiling like meat, her toes barely reaching the floor. Each cell door was open, a dozen hungry eyes staring out at her and one pair that seemed almost familiar. It was her Aunt's face she saw and her voice she heard as she began to lecture her but she wasn't alone, her uncle and parents were also there. 
“You show them mercy? Do you think any of them would show you mercy?” She felt the sharp familiar sting of an blade against her thigh and felt the hot blood as it spilled from the fresh wound. Immediately she heard the slither of chains as the inmates hastened forward, she saw five faces straining against their collars to get to her and only the heavy collar holding them back. 

She had to admit she was scared, they looked vicious and reminded her of sharks or piranha, if it weren't for the chains about their necks she wouldn't last a minute trussed up as she was. Though while she bit back her fear at the five lunging for her it was the one who didn't that caught her attention. He was doing something in the back of his cell that she couldn't see but he wasn't lunging, he wasn't trying to get to her, he wasn't a shark. 

Before she could question if what they were doing had ever been right she let loose a scream that caused 'six' to flinch and the others to salivate. She'd been punished before but the cane across her back was unexpected and harder than usual. By the time her Aunt was done she had to be dragged back up to her caught, whimpering with tears down her face but 'six' was whimpering, the sound so similar to the sounds she had first heard here years ago.

After that she was given time to recover but her back was a mess of wounds and had a habit of reopening. She learned to fight but was made to train harder and was forced in the holding cells with one through five more often, forced to sit there with them mere inches from her face in hopes of reinforcing their belief's.

It wasn't long after the wounds had truly began to heal that something happened, to this day she isn't sure what, whether they were infiltrated, attacked or simply betrayed. Ultimately it really didn't matter, the prisoners were set free while the faction was sleeping. The first Natalia heard of it was the terrible screams which shook her from her nightmare and forced her to glance to her right. Not seven cots over a Vampire had its fangs embedded deep in the throat of one of her 'family'. More screams went up and Natalia slowly slid out of her cot and under it, as the room began to erupt with movement. Others were waking up and arming themselves but there was little worse than a starving vampire it seemed, at one point Natalia was dragged out from under the bed by one of the five, a kick to his jaw left him confused enough to let go and she bolted across the room to where her mother was handing out guns. She was handed one as were the others and told to go 'deal with the issue', she really hated guns, something about the weight, the noise, the smell, she fired two half hearted shots before a scream from behind had her whip around to see Six with his fangs buried into his mothers neck. She was struggling but there wasn't anything she could do to get the monster off. Natalia levelled the gun with Six's head and steadied her hand, if she fired right now she could probably save her mother but she didn't fire, she wasn't really sure what she was waiting for, if anything, Six wasn't like the other five and yet he was acting like them now. She was confused and wanted to understand but none of her training explained it to her, movement to her left caught her gaze and the gun was knocked from her hand by one of the other vampires. 

Stumbling back she hopped over a cot and toe flipped it in the way of her attacker, giving her enough time to duck towards the exit, avoiding gun fire as she made her way to the shutters. When she thought she'd more or less escaped a strong arm grabbed her and through her back into the middle of the room where she promptly smacked her head. Her vision blurred and she saw her Uncle's boot hovering above her head, then he was simply gone and a brief glint of familiar eyes before everything went black. 

When she woke up she was dressed in her winter coat and out in the snow, her head hurt and she had blood in her hair but she was alive, she was a mile out form the facility but she could still see it and the black smoke that rose from it as the sound of siren's swam in from the main road. 

After spending over a year trying to locate the one she called 'Six' and any news about the other members of her group, only to be met with shrugged shoulders and dead ends she finally conceded and moved to Amsterdam in hopes of finding answers and Six. That was a few months ago and she's still no closer to getting her answers, though she makes pretty good tips. 

[b]Other Details: [/b]
-	Is legitimately scared of Vampires.
-	Likes: The smell of roasting nuts, the colour purple, classical music, swimming, being wrapped up in blankets, good books and fireplaces. 
-	Dislikes: Being cold, the smell of cooking meat, the colour black or red, techno and thrash music, enclosed spaces and being restrained.
-	Is skilled in Systema and knows moves from other martial arts styles though not overly proficient in any. 
-	Knows how to use handguns but doesn’t like them.
- Has scarring on her back from her 'childhood' so doesn't wear low backed clothing or like her back being touched.
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