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Stats and Permissions

Age: early-mid 30s
Height: Pretty tall! 5'10"-ish?
Weight: Relatively heavy? Both curvy and muscular.
Medical Info: Has burn scars all down the right side of her face, her body, her arms and her thighs. Is a smoker. Otherwise, physically healthy.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blond
Physical traits: Wears a low-cut burgundy business suit with a military greatcoat thrown over her shoulders, plus makeup and pink acrylic nails. Has visible burn scars down the right side of her face and her chest. Very long, curly blond hair. She speaks with a Russian accent.
What's Okay To Mention Around Him/Her: Anything's fine.
Abilities: Normal human, but she's an elite soldier. She's strong enough to suspend a man by the neck while choking him and is an Olympic-level marksman.
Notes for the Psychics/Magically or Spiritually sensitive: Balalaika left a few important screws back in Afghanistan. She lives for war - absolute annihilation of her enemies on a large scale, not brawling or low-level conflict. She's bored by normalcy and inured to the terrible things in life, although she's probably constantly a bit angry/melancholy over being in camp without her men.
Can I shapeshift/bodyswap/spit at/step on/etc?: Talk to me.
Hugging/kissing/other non-violent physical contact: Talk to me.
Maim/Murder/Death: Talk to me.
Cooking: ...Probably not.
from the palace now we stare

App Repost

Character: Balalaika
Series: Black Lagoon
Character Age: early 30s
Job: Adult Content Monitor
Canon: Roanapur, a fictional port city in Thailand, is a crossroads pulling in people from all over the world. The one thing they have in common is that they're all irredeemable criminals. Here, you look out for your own, don't trust anyone you don't have to, and make your fortunes running against the law. And if the law—or anyone else—fights back... well, that's what guns are for, right? There's no room for pity or charity when you're fighting for every minute of your life. At least, that's what Japanese salaryman Okajima Rokurou (now known as "Rock") is learning as the newest member of the Lagoon Company—four people with an old torpedo boat who take what jobs they get to stay afloat.

A frequent client of the Lagoon Company, Balalaika is the head of Hotel Moscow, the Russian mafia in Thailand. Previously a captain during the Soviet war in Afghanistan, she is more than capable in combat and well-known for her marksmanship, but she rarely needs to enter a fight herself. Instead, she employs negotiations and strategy, and, if necessary, her personal corps of special forces troops who continued following her leadership even after the war was over. Of course, Balalaika enjoys war far too much to give it up entirely. While she is usually friendly and honorable in her dealings with the Lagoon company—at least by Roanapur standards—she gleefully seeks out conflict and will eliminate any challenges to her authority or threats to her men with ruthless severity and military precision.

Sample Entry:
Well well, this is quite the impressive place you have here, Madam Direktor. Or should I say, it's certainly impressive that I'm here to see it. It takes quite the influence to bring me across the world, and the fact that you've managed to pull me away from my men is an amazing feat. I only wish you'd seen fit to meet me in person. Don't you think it's a bit rude to leave a guest stranded alone in a new place?

And this place itself, now... well, I suppose it does represent the true heart of America, if by that you mean corn and cow shit. I'll admit the B-movie monsters are a bit more interesting, but they utterly lack organization or discipline. An army of zombies could very well be intimidating, but these stagger aimlessly, incompetent and harmless... And what are they wearing? Are you trying for zombie cowboys? At least if that were actually the case they could round the cows up, and I suppose a stampede could be dangerous to the unprepared. An inelegant threat, certainly, but that suits quite well; I'm not sure anyone here is truly prepared for a more organized threat.

Speaking of which, I understand you want me to monitor the children here and make sure nothing gets out of hand. What is it that you're afraid they might do? Something illegal? Depraved? Ahaha, that's hilarious. Oh, no, I understand. You wouldn't want your precious abductees to be exposed to any adult concepts. Although I hardly see what the issue is; I'd say everything that happens here is quite tame, really. If you brought me here for just that, I have to say that it would be much more worthwhile to focus your energy elsewhere. However, if you insist, I will certainly watch the brats. Of course, what I do with them is my own business.

If that's clear, then I only have one more thing to address. You may have separated me from my men, but I still have my Stechkin, and I will find you. And when I do, I'll shove it so far down your throat that your eyeballs will bug out like a fish and you won't even taste the bullets when they tear your guts apart. You'll see what real depravity is when we dance together in hell.

((In at 78.6%.))