Basic Info
Name: Naomi Voskov
Alias: Amy
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Appearance: 
Personal Information
Has long brown hair and brown eyes. Her features are a mix between Japanese and Russian.
Personality:Doesn't speak much, will help those in danger around her, sheltered, and doesn't quickly reveal information about herself.
History:Born in Russia to an illegal Russian arms dealer as a father and a Japanese mother. Her mother Hitomi was a trade deal with the Yakuza for a small arms deal, she was then very young, only 16, and beautiful. Vladimir, Naomi's father, found he had a liking to Hitomi at the time and kept her for himself. Hitomi spent the next 4 years locked in a room with a bowl of food a day and the occasional 'visit' from Vladimir. She was released from the room when she discovered she was pregnant. Before any signs were visible, Vladimir publicly married her and had her live in his home. Immediately he began stating that his son would be the greatest successor and so forth. This made the birth of Naomi simply infuriating when the time came. This began the physical the abuse of both women. The only company they got in the home was the weekly food delivery and, after Naomi's 5th birthday, an under the counter paid tutor.
At age 8, Naomi's mother, Hitomi was once again pregnant, and once again Vladimir sang about having a son and successor. When Natasha was born, Vladimir became even more furious then he had ever been. This was around the time Naomi discovered her abilities. Her tutor had given her a small sketchbook and a few pencils. Naomi practised, but had a natural talent with drawing. When Natasha was 4 and Naomi 12, Naomi noticed her sister crumpling up old newspapers and stuffing them in a sock, after so many pieces she tied off a section. After a moment, Naomi noticed she was making some kind of weird human-like doll. Natasha hugged the doll and kissed it, 'her only friend' she stated. Natasha then cuddled up to Naomi and asked her for a story. Naomi, used to this request, pulled out her sketchbook so she could illustrate the story she was telling. She began drawing a beautiful doll, blonde curly hair, green eyes, a satin green dress and black glossy shoes. She told a story of how it was a princess and had a beautiful prince and so on. Natasha fell asleep clutching her doll. At this Naomi tore off the page with the drawing of the doll on it, crumpled it up and threw it in a corner.
The next morning she woke up to an ache in her head and a little bit of dizziness. Natasha was at her heels jumping up and down excitedly holding, to Naomi's astonishment, the doll she drew! Naomi tried again and again after that to repeat the circumstances that brought the doll to them but to no avail.
One night, the night before the first day of school at Kichijoji Academy, Vladimir came home in a rage, an arms deal went south he said. Hitomi and Natasha (now 6) were by the door at this time, Natasha was holding Molly, her doll as she began calling her. Vladimir saw the doll and tore it out of her arms, "Where did you get this?" he screamed. Natasha began crying and Hitomi began pleading. Vladimir took the doll and threw it in the room with Naomi then slammed the door on her, leaving her in the room and the other two outside of it.
After many crashes and screams, the main door slammed and then there was silence. Naomi cautiously opened the door to find the bodies of her mother and sister lying next to the kitchen, each one under a pool of blood. The tears came rapidly, she tried shaking them awake, screaming their names, but nothing happened. Naomi ran to the room and slammed the door. She pulled out her sketchbook and drew a bolt lock on it. Tearing out the paper and placed it on the crease in the door and murmured "please work" to herself. She felt the paper transform into metal and a lock take its place. She smiled, then felt dizzy and sat on the bed.
Her eyes opened to the door slamming open and yelling. It wasn't just Vladimir’s voice though, there were others as well. "Whoever can give me a grandchild and heir first, with be promoted to my second in command!" He boomed. Naomi was scared, the tears ran down her face. She woke up with two names on the tip of her tough, Academy City and Kichijoji Academy. She quickly began drawing a door, she didn't know if this would work but the pounding on the bedroom door persisted with cat calls, drunken burps and angry screams. "Please take me to academy city" she whispered to herself. She grabbed her mothers over the shoulder bag, slug it over herself and placed the paper on the empty wall. She felt a doorknob under her palm and without opening her eyes, opened the door and stepped through. At the sound of the door closing, she passed out not knowing where she was.
Combat Info
Ability: Level 2 She thinks. She has the ability to make what she draws a reality. She doesn't know how it works or much information about it as she has had no instructor and not one knows she can do it but herself and late mother and sister.
Other
Relatives:Only her father of which she hates.
Posseions:Molly the doll in one arm and her mothers shoulder bag on her back. She doesn't know what's in it at this time. In her other hand is her sketchbook and a pencil.
Quirks/Hobbies/Miscellaneous Info:Drawing and story telling
Theme Song::
Vashonn