Milah Kardinovsky -- Ameliorate

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MILAH, KARDINOVSKY

"They say we can love who we trust, but what is love without lust? Two hearts with accurate devotions, what are feelings without emotions?"

• Name: Kardinovsky, Milah Car-deeh-novf-ski, Me-lah
• Nickname: Rozovyy Means pink in Russian
• Sex: Female
• Birthdate: September 27th
• Age:: 29
• Nationality: Russian
• True Name: Ameliorate
• True Name Location: On the upper part her left breast starting on the right and curves around to the left side near her sternum in delicate writing.
• Type: Fighter
• Affiliaton: Septimal Moon, begrudgingly.
• Height: 5'7"
• Weight: 119 lbs.
• Hair: A natural cotton candy pink color that falls just below her waist in length. She keeps her bangs trimmed in a messy fringe style with longer pieces to frame the sides of her heart shaped face. It is naturally straight and she normally wears it down when going out. On special occasions she might curl it and pin it up in an elegant french twist.When at home she usually settles for fishtail braiding it to keep it out of her way. She only wears it in a high pony tail when spell battling.
• Eyes: Heavy lidded blue eyes that are palest along the outside edges and steadily melt into a darker shade around her pupil. They are framed by thick pink lashes made longer by the use of mascara. Her eyes are very expressive, often betraying her emotions when the rest of her appearance is stone cold.
• Outfit: Milah is very feminine in her choice of clothing, preferring skirts and dresses to pants or shorts especially in the spring and summer. She likes her clothes to fit properly, and that usually means they hug her gentle curves in all the right places, though she is of the belief that clothes should be revealing enough to keep it interesting yet still have there enough to cover all her assets. Heels are her shoe of choice, she likes the added height and feels that they make her legs look more appealing, though she isn't against wearing sandals or flats. During the winter months she usually transitions over to heeled boots in various styles.
• Ears: No, but when she did have them they were the same color pink of her hair with glossy white tips.
• Sexual Orientation: Asexual, meaning she doesn’t feel sexual attraction and doesn’t see it as a needed part of her relationships. Of the different types of asexuality Milah falls under the panromantic category. Essentially this means she can be romantically attracted to persons of any gender and derives pleasure out of hugging and cuddling rather than intercourse.

• Personality:
  Vain There’s no denying that she has looks, and she knows this. Her appearance is one of the only things she takes pride in and always tries her best to look good. She doesn’t like being sweaty and loathes the way dirt and grime feels on her skin. As such she has a natural dislike of people who don’t take care with their personal appearance. Often this resentment makes her come across as haughty and ‘stuck up.'
  Indifferent Feelings of sympathy are few and far between for Milah. She believes that everyone has their own sad story, and that you have to be your own hero to make things better. She isn’t likely to lend a helping hand or be overly generous to strangers. What she has, she has earned and everyone else simply has to do the same. Reap what you sow, nothing more and nothing less.
  Cold Once you get past her good looks it seems all you’re left with are rigid shoulders, and tightly pressed lips. Her demeanor so starkly contrasts with her innocent features that it often leaves people unsure of how to interact with her. Where one would expect cherry words or a teasing grin they were instead met with an expression so frigid it was a wonder she could smile at all. Its a trait she’s acquired as a result of her upbringing, and one that most of the world will be treated with sadly.
  Driven Milah lives her life one goal at a time. She never seems satisfied and is constantly striving towards something better. Be it improving herself or her way of life. She wants to become better, though isn't always sure how to go about it. Impossible is not a word in her vocabulary. To her anything is achievable if one works hard enough at it and truly wishes for it to happen.
  Polite Milah is polite almost to a fault. This really only adds to her rigid and high handed persona, though her intentions are typically pure. She tries her best to treat all those she encounters respectfully and in turn expects the same. She isn’t one to demean someone else or openly critique their life. However she isn’t likely to go out of her way to make someone feel more comfortable.
  Courageous Milah is not one to let her fears rule her and certainly isn’t afraid to try something new. Life is made up of experiences and she isn’t one to limit herself by avoiding something. Brave may not be a word she would describe herself as being, but it is something that she strives to be.
  Stubborn Once Milah makes a decision about something she won’t go back on it. Some would call this being reliable, but she simply believes that a person should always be true to their word.
  Optimistic Surprisingly Milah considers herself to be an optimistic person. She prefers to focus on the good things in life rather than dwell on the negative. She is aware that we all have both light and dark in us, but chooses to believe that the good will eventually outweigh the bad.
  Thoughtful Once you get past her icy exterior a person would find that Milah is actually a kind individual. She just doesn’t always show it in the traditional ways. She’s unsure of open up to people, and doesn’t know how to handle things like appreciation or thanks. So more often than not any gifts she gives to those she considers dear are left without cards or any indication of whom they were from.
  Loving This is a side to her that is kept strictly for those she allows herself to be romantically involved with. Since most are put off by her initially, its a side that few have had the honor of experiencing. When she is in a relationship she would go to the ends of the earth and back for that person, and the few that she has had have all been long lasting though they all inevitably all come to the same end. Her lovers couldn’t cope with her asexuality and her inability to be as warm towards the outside world as she was with them.
  Subservient Like all good Fighters trained in Russia Milah has had the old ways instilled upon her. Meaning any interactions with her Sacrifice will involve her falling back into the role of a servant or subordinate. Even if her Sacrifice doesn’t openly order her to do something, she will likely go along with whatever they wish. In regards to other Sacrifices she simply remains polite.
• History: Milah’s earliest memory is that of a pool party. She couldn’t have been more than four or five years old at the time. It wasn’t a birthday party, but rather a party thrown by her socialite mother. She remembers getting changed into one of her favorite swimsuits, a frilly blue two piece, when her mother came into her room and gave her a displeased grimace. The older woman pinched at the skin around Milah’s belly, pulling at her still there baby fat. “You can’t wear this one today, Rozovyy dear, you’re much too big. Put on the yellow one that covers your stomach.” The words though not spoken in a harsh tone still struck a cord in Milah, and shame burned in the bottom of her tummy and colored her cheeks red. She was old enough to know what it meant to be considered fat, though not old enough to know how to handle the criticism. She wore the yellow swimsuit and cried herself to sleep that night.
  
  Milah was born to barely there parents. Her father was a successful lawyer and politician who spent his days at the office rather than spending time with his family. As long as his wife and child maintained his image he didn’t concern himself with their affairs. Her mother, though around more often was more interested in preserving her own image than raising a child. Viktoriya had once been a model, swept off her feet by a wealthy man and bribed by the thought of a lavish life into a loveless marriage. The birth of Milah ended whatever thoughts she had of divorce. Pregnancy wasn’t kind to her and stretch marks and scars from a cereason section ruined all her hopes of returning to the modeling world or attracting a new husband to support her lifestyle. To her credit she did try to be a mother, but not in the traditional sense. She wanted to groom her daughter into a younger version of herself and that meant she ended up treating Milah as though she were simply a mini adult. She didn’t understand that children need to be nurtured and hear only kind words rather than constantly undergo criticism. Growing up Milah was constantly aware and reminded of her faults, her mother wanted her to be perfect and it seemed that the young girl was never able to live up to that image.
  
  At the age of ten her true name appeared on her body at last, and because of its placement her parents were none the wiser. The appearance of it scared Milah, her parents certainly wouldn’t approve of it. At first she tried to get rid of it by the mark vigorously with different types of soaps and varying degrees of water. When that didn’t work she took to merely ignoring its existence. It wasn’t till a man by the name of Vitaly Nikitin paid a visit to her home with the news that Milah had been accepted into a private boarding school, a school she hadn’t applied to mind you, that things began to change in her life. Her parents were both reluctant at first, but soon conceded and Milah found herself shipped halfway across the country to a remote school. The russian version of Japan’s Septimal Moon, if you will. It was there that she learned the meaning behind the appearance of the name, and it was there that she was awakened to the world of Units.
  
  It was hard for Milah to transition. To suddenly become aware of the fact that there was another person out there, a person who shared her name and would have complete and utter control over her was daunting. Then there was the matter of spell battles, when Milah arrived she didn’t have a mean bone in her body. It was almost laughable to believe that she was expected to fight against someone else. That was quickly beaten out of her. While she may have felt reluctant to harm someone else, her peers certainly were not. The Russian academy was very archaic in their beliefs. Sacrifices controlled their Fighters and took the damage in spell battle, and Fighters were to follow orders and win at all costs. It was quite literally the survival of the fittest there. While student deaths weren’t common, they did happen. Milah learned how to protect herself, how to give as good as she got. She adapted to her knew lifestyle and found herself hardened to the world around her because of it. The school took in a nervous and kind hearted little girl and spat out a confident and cold Fighter.
  
  She'd survived broken bones, bumps and bruises, cuts and scrapes, emotional torture of the worst kind. Some say that what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, but back then Milah didn't believe it. Her time at the academy wasn't a time for her to grow stronger, at least not the way she should have. The school stripped her down, taking away everything she was that they didn't approve of and then filled in the holes with things they deemed a proper Fighter should have. Physically she was the same, older yes, but she still had the same shockingly pink hair and strikingly blue eyes. Inside she was broken.
  
  Thankfully, like all students who met the standard school requirements, Milah graduated at sixteen and then moved on to university. Despite being taught how to fight, what was left of Milah’s gentler soul won out and she chose to pursue a degree in journalism. During her next five years of schooling she cultivated her love of writing and dabbled a bit in various languages, picking up English and Japanese as a second and third language. With no Sacrifice or leering parents to dictate her actions Milah did as she pleased during those few short years. Looking back she decided that those were the happiest times of her life. It was then she had and lost her first love, discovered her true sexuality, she had finally begun to understand who she was and what her place in this world might be. And she did it all on her own, her greatest accomplishment.
  
  Her happiness did not last long after graduation, for she barely had her diploma for more than a few days before the academy came back into her life. This time, in the form a job. They wanted her to use her newly acquired skills as a journalist to begin travelling all over Russian to investigate Fighters and Sacrifices alike. The reason? So she could provide them with enough information to begin creating a census. A record of all the units not attending the academy, information ranging from their given and true names to who they were paired with, and perhaps more importantly to whom they held their allegiance. They told her it was merely to gauge how many units there were currently residing in Russia and to help people like her, who hadn’t found their destined other half connect to one another. Milah knew better. The school was trying to create a draft. A comprehensive list of units that they could control should the need arise.
  
  The school left little room for her to deny their offer. So she accepted the task and began travelling all over Russia, visiting even the most remote of towns and villages all in hopes of finding and cataloging all the units in her native country. It was a daunting challenge but one she eventually managed to complete. While she had done it begrudgingly, Milah was proud to turn over all the work she’d done. She also thought that would be the end of her involvement with the academy, that they would leave her be after that. She was wrong.
  
  The school was impressed with her work, and so she was presented with another challenge. Travel to other countries and begin cataloging units there. It wasn’t enough to have a list of all those in Russia, no, they wanted a list of ALL the units. It would put them in a seat of power, to have information on units across the world. Of course they would use the same lie they told her, it was simply a means to help Sacrifices and Fighters connect to one another.
  
  Again the school left her little room to refuse. To them she was a Fighter, and Fighter’s obeyed their orders. She accepted the job. With the school funding her travel expenses, Milah made her way to the first of many countries she would be visiting, Japan. Having studied Japanese already, it was an obvious choice and it being a small country meant it would be a sort of testing grounds for her. Russia, though vast, hadn’t been too terribly difficult. She was a native after all, but in other places she was a foreigner. People were less likely to trust her, less likely to speak with her and give up the information she needed.
  
  Currently she is living in Japan, using the money her native academy is supplying her to pay for housing and food. Slowly but surely she’s begun the Japanese branch list, and has managed to gain a few leads for some of the more remote units, the ones not living closer to their own school.
• RP Sample: What he wanted...Hmm... An interesting question, and one he knew the answer to right away."Everything." In truth he didn't actually desire everything, rather he simply didn't like the idea of anything being denied to him. Dmitry took what he wanted through whatever means necessary. He actually got more satisfaction out the process of taking what he wanted than he did out of the item itself.
  
  At her teasing remark over his residence a roguish smirk slid into place on his lips. "You're the first chick I've brought back here." He put careful emphasis on the last word, not wanting her to get the wrong idea. For there certainly had been plenty of women in his life, but none of them had ever set foot in his home. None of them had mattered to him; he took want he wanted and left. It was as simple as that. The Fighter saw no need in sullying his apartment with something he didn't intend to keep. So as it was Calidane, his Sacrifice, was the first to be brought here. However, in his defense he hadn't actually wanted to bring her here, and he didn't intend to do with her what he did with all the others. Although should that particular opportunity arise...He couldn't fully well say he would deny her. After all she was attractive, and even if he didn't wish to admit it she was created to be a perfect match for him. He was simply curious as to whether or not that extended into the bedroom.
  
  His crimson gaze swept over to glance at her, yes he did wonder how she would be if he ever got her into his bed. The passing look also allowed him to see her side sweeping elbow before it hit, yet he allowed the blow to happen anyways. Aside from her bony elbow it really didn't even phase him, and he shrugged his shoulders at her question. "I use whatever it takes to win." He stopped walking then, turning to look at her directly. "I fight dirty, Calidane. I want my opponents to suffer. And depending on the situation, I will prolong their Torment until I get bored." His ruby gaze narrowed at her, his expression suddenly serious, unrelenting. "If you wanted a Fighter who fought honorably and all that other bullshit then you're shit outta luck." Dmitry waited a breath of a moment then turned back around and crossed the last bit of distance to first door of the complex.
  
  Shifting through the keys the Fighter carefully selected a plain bronze colored one and slid it home into the lock, turning it clockwise till he heard a soft 'click'. Holding it in place he reached with his free hand to pull the door open, stepping aside to hold it open for Cali before it closed back and automatically locked itself once again.

• Your Name: Irial, Iri, Jessica, Jessie, Jess whatever you wanna call me is fine. I'll even answer to 'Hey you!'
• Timezone: CST But my schedule changes a lot so there's no telling what times I'll be awake or sleeping. I try to get online daily or every few days so it shouldn't be a problem.
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[b]VOCALOID[/b] - [i]Megurine Luka[/i] - MILAH KARDINOVSKY

[Triquest for Three Things:]

Everything seems to be in order, sooo...