Post by Griffin on Aug 1, 2013 0:23:06 GMT
Name: Ludmilla
Age: 42
Gender: Female
Hero or Villain?: Villain
Canon or OC?: Canon
Personality: Ludmilla likes to think herself as kind and fair. However, she has a natural disdain of anything that can be deemed remotely annoying and despises having to take orders, especially from little boys and braindead guards who have no idea what they are doing. Cruel when angered, she is not above sadism, if only for what she deems good. Her lust for power often drives her, leading her to do many misdeeds.
Appearance: Ludmilla is a thin woman to nearly an unhealthy level. She has an average height with long, braided, blond hair. She does have prominent cheekbones, bringing a lot of attention to her face with its graceful appearance. She wears a black gown with a violet skirt and sash. Her gown is detailed with a Viking-like metal breastplate and shoulder straps. She also wears a gold tiara upon her head.
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Brief History: Ludmilla was the caretaker and vizier of the young Russian Prince Ivan Tsarevich. Much to her humiliation, she essentially had to listen to the brat’s childish ideas on how to rule the country rather than using her superior wisdom. The fact that he could always wave the title of prince over her head didn’t soothe the grudge very much. She had a dire plot against the foolish brat.
Unfortunately, what should have been a quiet murder in the night turned into a topsy turvy circus with her boneheaded assistant not killing the prince, despite the blame was obviously to be on Baba Yaga. This led an annoying little street performer named Bartok to go on a quest to seize the prince from Baba Yaga only to reveal that the prince was in the castle. Before plotting to kill the dimwit guard, the inferring bat, and the ever annoying prince, Ludmilla stole the potion Bartok had received from the witch of the iron forest. As it was to reveal the truest form of the one who drank it, she believed it would make her the most glorious and beautiful queen all the world had ever known. Sadly, she did not take into account what the intent of slaying a child and two innocent bystanders would do to her internal character. Hoping to be the perfect queen, she was shocked and ashamed to find herself to be a dragon. Angered, she resigned herself to be a monster, only to be slain by the courageous Bartok.
At least, that’s how the story ends.
Sample Post: The blond woman held her head as she sat up. She sighed at the thought of being a dragon and palmed her face with both hands. Suddenly, with her eyes closed, she patted her face several times. No scales?
The woman let go of her face and looked at her hands. She cheered with a loud cackle as she jumped to her feet. She felt along her arms, her torso, and even down her legs to make sure everything was there. She was no longer a dragon! She took a deep breath and announced, “My people! Your beautiful queen has returned! Cursed by that wretched witch, Baba Yaga, the spell has been… broken and…” Her face paled as she realized she wasn’t in her Russian village.
She took hold of one braid nervously and wrenched it as she looked around. The trees were like nothing she had ever seen. She took a careful step, only to find her foot in mud. She quickly withdrew and sneered. Her anger made the very air around her steam. “As soon as I get my hands on that little bat, there won’t be enough of him to fill a thimble!” she roared, her hands lifted to the air to tear at it with her sharp nails.
Age: 42
Gender: Female
Hero or Villain?: Villain
Canon or OC?: Canon
Personality: Ludmilla likes to think herself as kind and fair. However, she has a natural disdain of anything that can be deemed remotely annoying and despises having to take orders, especially from little boys and braindead guards who have no idea what they are doing. Cruel when angered, she is not above sadism, if only for what she deems good. Her lust for power often drives her, leading her to do many misdeeds.
Appearance: Ludmilla is a thin woman to nearly an unhealthy level. She has an average height with long, braided, blond hair. She does have prominent cheekbones, bringing a lot of attention to her face with its graceful appearance. She wears a black gown with a violet skirt and sash. Her gown is detailed with a Viking-like metal breastplate and shoulder straps. She also wears a gold tiara upon her head.
Image:
Brief History: Ludmilla was the caretaker and vizier of the young Russian Prince Ivan Tsarevich. Much to her humiliation, she essentially had to listen to the brat’s childish ideas on how to rule the country rather than using her superior wisdom. The fact that he could always wave the title of prince over her head didn’t soothe the grudge very much. She had a dire plot against the foolish brat.
Unfortunately, what should have been a quiet murder in the night turned into a topsy turvy circus with her boneheaded assistant not killing the prince, despite the blame was obviously to be on Baba Yaga. This led an annoying little street performer named Bartok to go on a quest to seize the prince from Baba Yaga only to reveal that the prince was in the castle. Before plotting to kill the dimwit guard, the inferring bat, and the ever annoying prince, Ludmilla stole the potion Bartok had received from the witch of the iron forest. As it was to reveal the truest form of the one who drank it, she believed it would make her the most glorious and beautiful queen all the world had ever known. Sadly, she did not take into account what the intent of slaying a child and two innocent bystanders would do to her internal character. Hoping to be the perfect queen, she was shocked and ashamed to find herself to be a dragon. Angered, she resigned herself to be a monster, only to be slain by the courageous Bartok.
At least, that’s how the story ends.
Sample Post: The blond woman held her head as she sat up. She sighed at the thought of being a dragon and palmed her face with both hands. Suddenly, with her eyes closed, she patted her face several times. No scales?
The woman let go of her face and looked at her hands. She cheered with a loud cackle as she jumped to her feet. She felt along her arms, her torso, and even down her legs to make sure everything was there. She was no longer a dragon! She took a deep breath and announced, “My people! Your beautiful queen has returned! Cursed by that wretched witch, Baba Yaga, the spell has been… broken and…” Her face paled as she realized she wasn’t in her Russian village.
She took hold of one braid nervously and wrenched it as she looked around. The trees were like nothing she had ever seen. She took a careful step, only to find her foot in mud. She quickly withdrew and sneered. Her anger made the very air around her steam. “As soon as I get my hands on that little bat, there won’t be enough of him to fill a thimble!” she roared, her hands lifted to the air to tear at it with her sharp nails.
