Name: Mishka Elyse Kournikova
Race/Type/Job? Lycanthrope || Siberian Tiger || Svelte Spy for Amelia Kensington
Affiliation: Permanent Rogue, very elusive.
Age: Real Age: 35 || Appears to be: Mid Twenties
Relationship Status: Property of Amelia Kensington
Personality: It's amazing how much punch can be packed into such tiny packages these days. Especially for a certain feline named Mishka. Too hot to handle, even for herself sometimes, Mishka is a fire cracker waiting to explode. Feminine wiles galore, deceit ready upon the tip of her fiery tongue and a lucious heaven written all over those feral eyes of hers. She finds strength within herself to get her jobs done, and is loyal to the marrow to a certain vampire mistress; Amelia Kensington. Loyalty runs deep in Mishka's hot veins, and don't tempt her into going astray. She'll wind up snapping, and then you'll see a side of that small package that can blow up in 2.0 seconds flat. Mishka may look like a trollop, she may even act it.. but don't put it past her to rip out someones throat with little to no provocation.
Avatar: Random model from www.modelmayhem.com
Height: 5 feet and 1 inch.
Build: Thin, yet svelte.
Hair: Long, varies in color.
Eyes: Pale blue, nearing icy.
Other: Piercings: Tiny diamond stud piercing on the left side of her bottom lip. Typical ear piercings as well.
Tattoos: A few in places that can only be seen while naked!
Scars: There is a scar that runs along the left jawbone, running from her ear to the middle of her chin. Another located just above it, across the cheek; both run horizontal across her face. Then another just below her left eye. // Many laceration scars riddle her back, from high on the shoulder blades to just above her buttocks. There are also other scars, but none so notable as these. Take a guess at how she got these? She does love pain..
General Appearance: At first glance, one might think when looking upon Mishka.. Doll Like, or Bird Like.. Frail. But such is not the case for this feral female. While she may appear fragile, she has all the ammenities that mark her as a woman. Enough of a hip to grab onto, just enough breast to cup in the palm of ones hand.. Sleek skin that seems as if it were kissed by moonlight, and dazzled by the sun.. Her face, while marred, is catching nonetheless. Set in a heartshaped structure, one must admire those high cheekbones and finely arched eyebrows with a full mane of wild reddish hair that falls in tangled curls down to the middle of her back.
Though, while completely a woman.. She has the personality of a Savage, one can definitely tell when gazing into those icy eyes that she has the ability to pull off whatever deeds needing done. While being the little beast she is, it can be said that she has her softer qualities to be more docile.. when she so chooses, that is. This woman has it all going for her. When it's flowing up from her petite feet, always encased in the hottest shoes, sandals or boots.. Whether they are Vans sneakers, or Jimmy Choo heels.. Mishka has got a keen eye for the oddest fashion.. and an odd obsession with shoes. Well.. An obsession with nearly all kinds of clothing, as her style is rather ecclectic but runs higher towards the punk labeled types. She's no qualms with dropping hard cash on labels such as Dior, Dolce y Gabbana and Chanel.. But rarely is that seen, as she can be found out and about in anything she fancies.
While she's got the body of a model, she stands at a tiny height of 5'1". Curves in all the right places, just enough of a handful of breasts and enough hip to grab onto.. She has no problem with showing off her body. Though, she's usually got a time and a place to show off that pale-golden tanned frame of hers. Her hair is always changing, grows quickly and never ceases to be styled in the latest fashion.. It frames a beautiful face that holds the most icy pair of feral eyes. Eyes so light they seem like the eyes of the blind at times, slanted with a curve upwards that gives her a feline-like glance [boy, is that hitting the nail on the head or what!]. When she's blowing you a kiss, that cupid' bow pout puckers so sweetly.. Making the men crave her kisses.
Equipment & Skills: Sickeningly sweet, Mishka has the ability to charm the pants off of anyone she meets. Luscious enough to lure blind men through dark alleys by the scent of her feral body, she brings in the prey by the droves to her beloved Amelia.
History: "I am who, and what I am. You don't like it? Well then go die." Mishka's lilting accent makes toes curl from a frenzied passion as she delves into the secrets that consume her life. Smirking, those cherry lips blow a sweet kiss before tapping the ash from her slim cigarette. Puffing from it, she exhales the white plumes back into the stale air from whence they came. Rolling icy eyes, she uncrosses one slender thigh to the other and back again, as if she can't find a comfortable place to sit. Arching eyebrows, she catches the eyes that run the length of the scars upon her visage.
"Those scars? Ha! You may think me masochistic.. and perhaps I am. I begged for it, really. From my lycanthropic lover fifteen years ago. You see... I was such a bad bad girl. Naughty.. sold by my mother to put bread on her table. She didn't know she was selling me to a monster that would turn me into what I am today.. a bad bad kitty." Mishka laughs, a soft tinkling sound as she goes on. "He carved me up so artfully, staking his claim on me per se! Oh.. but he didn't know he wouldn't be able to contain me. I had his testicles for breakfast the next day after transformation was complete."
Reminiscing, Mishka taps her ashes once again. Her sweet heart shaped face canting to the side as she contemplates her next words. "Paulo was his name. Such a good lover.. not so good at containing a savage that was mean at heart to begin with." Her lips curl up again, pale eyes sparkling with mirth. "I stayed in that apartment for a week, living off of his corpse. It never stank, nobody came to inspect the place until long after I was gone. I gambled with the money I found in his wallet, casinos not holding enough cash to sate me.. I moved on.."
"I took a rest in sunny California, enjoying the beaches and the fun there. I had settled down in the six years I'd been a blood loving feline. I stumbled here and there upon others like myself.. they didn't interest me, I wanted to be alone. I threatened any who imposed upon my solitude. It was then.. in the hotness of the coming dusk that I saw her." Mishka's eyes light up with a passionate fire. a throaty purr exiting the depths of her body. "I was scanning titles of novels on the shelves of the library.. Her scent.. it hit me like a ton of bricks.. and her eyes.."
"Oh.. her eyes, as I met them between the row of novels between us. It was then I realized I had to be hers. She had to be mine.. Amelia Kensington." Mishka stops to slightly spread her pale legs, clawed nails running lightly over her own throat as she inhales deeply before continuing. "It was then I gave myself to her, giving her my loyalty and my love. Nine years later.. as you can tell..." Mishka giggles softly, impassioned eyes raising to meet the one questioning her life history.. "I am still very fond of my mistress. Where she goes, I go. What she wants, I gladly give it to her. I kill for her, I lust for her.. I am hers indefinitely."
Gender: All woman
Age: 4 months away from 25
Contact Info: dream.no_54 on yahoo messenger
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