we are the monsters , november leigh

[November Connolly-Sakahrov]

VALKYRIE,
CALIFORNIA

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the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?




burning bridges shore to shore ,
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WHEN THE OCEAN MET THE SKY ,[/color]
CHARACTER BASICS ,
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye[/color]

FULL NAME: november leigh connolly-sakahrov.
NICKNAMES: navi, november leigh.
GENDER: female.
AGE: nineteen.
PAST EDUCATION: high school graduate, 2006.
JOB: irish mobster, waitress at nonsense nightclub.
PLAYBY: abbey lee kershaw.

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YOUR BODY MAY BE GONE ,[/color]
CHARACTER APPEARANCE ,
i'm gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul[/color]

ETHNICITY: russian, irish.
HAIR COLOR: has november connolly really struck you as the type to give a damn about her appearance? really? well, for all of you thick-headed wastes of oxygen, she doesn't. looking good is the last thing on her agenda. the natural, effortless thing she's got going on is luck. sorry. more than anything, her thick mane is a tangled, wavy mess. she rarely styles it, let alone get a proper haircut. nineteen years ago, she was born with a mop of brown hair. nineteen years of age, she still has a mop of brown hair. dye it? really? the color has remained the same throughout her entire childhood - the flat brown color that you see everywhere. sometimes it's highlighted by the sun. most often, it's not. recently she got a haircut. shocking, isn't it? with a long, wavy tangle and straight-cut bangs, that's as interesting as it is going to get. sorry. read a magazine if you want to look good.
EYE COLOR: did you know that november is less russian than she is irish? yeah, shocking. her twin brother isn't. he looks straight out of a russian textbook. with her tanned skin and crooked smile, she would be one ugly duckling in the land of the pale beautiful people. one thing, however, that runs in this side of the connolly-sakahrov family, are pretty baby blues. like any good member of this family, she was born with eyes that never changed color. they're the same flat blue color you see all over russia. who wants eyes that pierce straight out of your face? that would be weird. despite being the color everyone wants, her eyes are about as interesting as the rest of her face - pleasing to look at, nothing special.
HEIGHT: five feet, ten inches.
WEIGHT: one hundred and twenty-two pounds. be jealous.
BODY TYPE: long and lean, physique has never been a problem for miss november. since the day she turned four, she's been an awkward mess of arms and legs. not a whole lot in the middle. while picky about the foods she eats, and working out on a more than regular basis, she is a member of the tall and skinny part of society. with a slight, fairly coltish build, her body is not something to refer to as "sexy". and she would like to keep it that way, thanks. see, having to hold on to all of those curves is a terrifying prospect. at fourteen, november simply stopped developing. she was fully grown by sixteen, reaching her towering height, the rest of her just never caught up.
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: unlike the rest of the conservative part of society, november leigh does not treat her body like a temple. more like an amusement park. putting ink and holes into her body is her business. it's her life, her body. there's no higher power than gave her this as some sort of twisted privlege. she can do with it what she'd like. giving herself a nose piercing at thirteen was just the beginning. at eighteen, she was also dared to get a nipple piercing - so she did. we won't even count the eight odd peircings on her ears. tattoos were quick to follow. first, there were the three blue stars behind her right ear. followed that was the innocent little feather on the back of her neck. then the owl on the top of her middle finger. a little heart was placed behind her left ear. "luck o' the irish" written cursively in white on the top of her left arm. "connolly" on the side of her left ring finger, when she was officialized into the irish mafia. a small illustration was recently inked onto the inside of her right ankle. the most recent addition to her collection: "luck", written on the inside of her bottom lip. who knows. there might be more. but you won't be seeing them.
PERSONAL STYLE: despite her utter lack of concern for her appearance, november knows when a situation calls for so-called sharp dressing. every single time she's called to do her actual job, she's dressed for it. slim fitting clothing in dark clothes, everything is about business. quite unlike other, ahem, workers, november leigh is not the female who uses herself to give herself an advantage. if someone wants to make a deal, it will be with an irish mobster, not some wanna-be in a short skirt. even during the days, november is a conversative dresser. preferring for a dark, hippie-twist to her daily attire, she never shows anything off. nothing flashy, nothing attention-grabbing. it would be an unseen day to see her wear pink, much less a short dress and heels. she likes her baubles to make noise as she walks - big, unstructured bags, boots, little jackets, and a sea of denim. risk-taking and cutting edge high fashion is not what one could call november leigh's fortei.
OTHER: nothing you would really want to know about.

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IN YOUR MOUTH, IN YOUR SOUL ,[/color]
CHARACTER PERSONALITY ,
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind[/color]

STRENGTHS: getting the job done, manipulating a situation, self-control, determination, highly trained, focussing, respectful to authority figures, figuring things out for herself,
WEAKNESSES: cranky and uptight, doesn't know the means of "fun", facing the truth,
LIKES: knives, her job, getting the respect she deserves, being treated like an equal, old school rock and roll, suspenders, playing with fire, bubble tea, research, the irish, pride, different cultures, the food network, instant noodles, music, playing the piano and harmonica, conspiracy theories, toothpaste, dusting, anti-social cats, training, running with a big dog, black, iPhones, dusty old photo albums, classic cars,
DISLIKES: the italians, guns, fruity scents, bubblegum pop, kids movies, sluts, big personalities, folk-y music, sneakers, flip phones, haircuts, leaping before looking, her older brother, blackmail, the "situation", not getting the job done, jobs involving murder, filtered water, sports cars, mouthwash, clubbing, touchy-feely types, sensitive losers, trying too hard,
FLAWS: did you know that a perfectly balanced human being is without flaws? perfection. if you are balanced, you are perfect. every stupid yoga book she's ever read says that. but, you know, november leigh doesn't want to be without her flaws. what fun is it to be somewhere in the middle, a good combination of good and bad? well, there isn't. contrary to belief, she is not thriving for perfection. she's just a perfectionist. everything but november leigh has to be perfect. because, really, if everything isn't perfect, things begin to unravel. without order is chaos. chaos is not something that she likes to deal with, thank you very much. ever since christian approached her about his little problem with one of their fellow - let's call them workers - workers, the fear of doing something wrong has plauged her. in the end, she couldn't pull the trigger. she couldn't get the job done. as such, others had to get involved, and that made for one big mess - cleaning up the crime scene, dealing with her twin brother, river, back in her life, the disappointment and rage from christian. don't even get her started on the mess that came with covering it up. ever since that day, fear of failure has been the motive behind many of her actions. everything has to be done perfectly, the first time. and, really, nothing is done right unless you do it yourself. people get annoying, and you just have to take control of absolutely everything. fuck it all.
HABITS: as an individual as focussed and orderly as november leigh connolly-sakahrov, taking time out of the day to do some mindless nothing is almost unheard of. as a result, she does just that. looking at every single damn detail, she does it too often. looking over plans multiple times to the point where it's insanity. becoming this control freak curtained the initial anxiety that's followed november since birth. calculating every angle on a given situation is the tip of the iceberg here, mac. every minute of every day is planned. nothing can go outside of the schedule. this compulsion started as a habit, i suppose you could say. but now? not really. it's a compulsion - she has to do it.
SECRETS: we can call it the reason november is in valkyrie to begin with. even she doesn't know many of the details of her greatest secret, the biggest twist on her otherwise "average" life. her older brother goes by christian sakahrov. nice guy, only a few years older than her. bright future, a good solider, everyone said. everyone still says that. they just don't know went wrong. see, he always told her that he loved someone. she never found out who, never saw a face. just that he found someone he wanted to spend every waking moment with. big deal for a so-called mobster. but whatever. that was for the bosses to deal with. he loved her - that's all she knew. she also knew that when he found her murdered outside of his apartment, a screw in his mind loosened. when he found out who did it? that screw fell off and christian entered a state of mild insanity. a fellow loyal member of the irish mafia decided to take the life of his beloved candice. so, what do you do when you're suffering from an intense heartbreak, and are just over the edge? you get revenge. that's when november here entered the picture - christian approached his younger sister. she had clean hands, but a deadly eye. the lives of others were not often of her concern. so, what did he do? he asked her to kill this mysterious murderer. yeah, well, she couldn't. at the end of the day, november leigh just couldn't pull the trigger. long story short? the twin brother she lost contact with years before appeared out of no where, put a bullet in the bastard's head and told her to get the hell out of ireland. she never found out what happened after that. how her brothers covered the story, how they managed not to get themselves killed...she never knew. she just knew she could never tell anyone.
BEST MEMORY: you know the "good ol' days"? well, imagine being nineteen years-old and wanting that again. her childhood memories blurred together, one as hazed as the next. the feeling that came with those memories, however, are the best she's ever felt. november has done a job of erasing much of her life. nothing makes sense anymore. all that she feels confident in anymore is the emotions that came with her childhood. up until the last year, she was doing a hell of a lot more smiling than these days. the glory days. the days before she became a deadly weapon and nothing else - that's her favorite memory. anytime other than these would do.
WORST MEMORY: have we accepted the fact that november leigh has done very little to remember her childhood? if she sat down and tried hard enough, yeah, she could remember the vivid details. but she's done the best she can to forget all of that. the moment she couldn't pull that trigger, everything changed. her family was the back behind a traitorous secret. everything just sort of went colorless after that. she stopped smiling, she became cold and calculating. just consider it - if just harboring a secret, and knowing what she almost did, was enough to change her into another mafia soldier, what would a real dark point in time do to her? this last year has been her worst memory. every living day, each moment, is a bad one.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: all that seems to have been discussed thus far are her insecurities. how preposterous. because, if you knew anything about the girl named november leigh connolly-sakahrov - she likes navi or november leigh, thanks - insecurities are not all that important. you see, vulnerability leads to weakness. and we all know weakness is not something that you want to be considered. weak people come in last. they die early, and easy. you just don't want them around when things begin to really matter. ... at least, that's how she sees it. the first thing people see about her is the attitude. the no-nonsense, uptight, perfectionist attitude that many people deem as pathetic. don't worry, she deems you as pathetic, too.

the very mention of an insecurity is definitely not what november is about. you see, she was born into a world where weakness was never an option. she was taught, from birth, to be the strongest, the most powerful. that was the only way to get ahead. and, well, if you fall behind, you aren't going to be living for much longer. either the enemy is going to get you, or your own are going to punish you. which would you rather? to avoid as such, she taught herself to always be at the head of the pack - far away from falling into last place. it never mattered what the situation was, she was going to beat you there. while being a female is a lovely thing; in the world of the irish, it's a disadvantage. and, as we are all starting to realize, a disadvantage is the last thing you want. with all of these block-headed men out running the world, all controlled by biased block-heads, it was never an option. she'd have to work twice as hard to achieve the same as her brothers could. pushing forward, never quitting: that's what her mother secretly told her to do. women are the underdogs in the mafia, but it can be done. her mother told her that, too. never quitting is lovely prospect; in theory. how long can someone innocently go along with a lot of heart? people become numb against your "give it all you've got!" attitude. much too quickly, it wore off. by the time she turned twelve, november had become obsessed with being the best. she knew she was going to be have to play like the boys in order to beat the boys. if they played dirty, she played dirtier. if they trained for two hours, she trained for four. if they humiliated her, she destroyed them. see how it was going?

by the time november was initiated as an official member of the irish mafia - after her high school graduation - she had nosed her way to first place. while the connolly clan was hardly an important part of the business, she was recognized. people said good things. she said good things. it was nice. for her entire childhood, she had taught herself to push harder against her counterparts. there was rarely time for innocent fun. and, really, without innocent fun, what do you become? obsessed with what you know. she just happened to know business, her lifestyle. in combination with her distaste against the sexist pigs who told her what to do, she had turned all of her focus onto business. if she turned herself off for a few hours, something would probably go wrong. and we all understand how november leigh hates when things go wrong. have you ever left someone in charge of something important to you? nine times out of ten, they ruin it. don't lie to yourself - you know it's true. as such, she learned to do everything herself. once in a blue moon, a simple task would be left to someone else, and the entire operation would be fucked. really now? humanity is that useless? apparently so. to her, no one could ever do a good enough job. she would just have to do it all over again later. waste of time. everything had to be perfect, you see. without a blemish. people are just that useless, i guess.

as you can probably guess, many a-people are not at all fond of the bossy girl with crooked teeth. for much of her childhood, november wasn't the most popular. even during school, she was the slightly weird kid with only one friend. well, whatever. at the end of the day, she was exactly like everyone else being raised into the mafia. she recieved the same training. she saw the same things. she learned the same things. her insecurities with perfection and control are just a quirk, that's all. because, she is still a young lady who does not like being called a young lady. despite all of that, november likes the dangerous side of her. as any good soldier, she was highly trained from a young age. she learned how to physically fight, occasionally enrolled in martial arts classes. much of her time as a child was spent on the streets of limerick, rolling around in the mud and play fighting with the boys. she learned to defend herself with ease. of course, there is the issue of weapons. more than anything, the connolly twins have been referred to as the bullet twins. ever since river pushed himself back into her life, it is damn near impossible to find one without the other. known for his reckless action with a gun, november took it upon herself to learn how to fight with knives. she likes to consider herself a force to be reckoned with when it comes to the point little pig pokers.

well, you see, weapons and training are not all being a mobster is about. it just helps, that's all. like anyone who gets the job done well, november quickly learned how to get things done. by age nineteen, she could expertly manipulate a situation to bend her way. that's how it had to be done, after all. spending time attempting to negotiate was just a higher chance of bullets beginning to fly. she was the girl who lurked around in corners for weeks before pouncing. before any job, she spent hours researching, planning out everything down to what nails would be in the floorboards. if the wrong nails were there, you just know that she was going to have be the one who goes out and replaces them. useless humanity. being able to finish her job perfectly, before anyone else, was the reason she was the way she was. when you're successful at something, do you go out and change what got you there in the first place? exactly, you don't. playing dirty to get herself ahead was just the way things happened to be working. and if something is working, november leigh doesn't like to change it.

okay. mobsters are almost all a certain way. i can accept that. i just can't accep the fact that everyone is the exact same, all the damn time. how in the hell would the world be interesting if things were that way? specific people are, sure. but we all know that november leigh likes to think of them as wastes of oxygen. if you don't have an original thought, shut up and go home. at the very end of the day, she happens to be her own person; complete with her own thoughts and quirks. shocking, i know. every faceless member of a mafia is just like the next to the bosses. well, the bosses can go shove it. she likes herself, even if few others do as well. she likes her level of determination. she likes the thing she likes. music, for example. more than anything, you can find november leigh listening to fuzzy old rock 'n roll through massive headphones attached to a cutting edge listening device. like a walkman. you know those kind of people, don't you? well, if you don't, you're never going to. if you do, good for you. they don't care. she has more important things on her agenda than worrying about what you think. your opinion doesn't matter, useless peon. sorry.

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CHARACTER HISTORY ,
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HOMETOWN: limerick, ireland.
PARENTS: mikail sakahrov, FATHER. fifty-eight. irish mobster/banker.
keira connolly-sakahrov, MOTHER. fifty. irish mobster,
SIBLINGS: river kenton connolly-sakahrov, TWIN BROTHER. nineteen.[ irish mobster/bartender.
christian devon connolly-sakahrov, BROTHER. twenty-one. irish mobster.
OTHER: - - -
LIVING SITUATION: apartment in the shaks.
HISTORY: the day mikail sakahrov met one keira connolly was never supposed to happen. he was supposed to be sitting behind his desk on the eleventh floor of the tallest building in downtown Belgrade, Serbia. it was nine fourteen that monday morning. he was never supposed to be in that alleyway in dublin, ireland. he was supposed to be getting off of the elevator, grateful for being an entire minute early. he was supposed to drop all of his belongings on the floor of his cramped cubical, and work his pathetic existence way into oblivion. the life of a banker born in russia, moved to serbia at a young age, was not one to be involved with keira connolly. her life was the polar opposite. at nine fourteen on that cloudy monday morning, she was supposed to be no where in particular. maybe out for a job, perhaps a leisurely stroll. she always walked down that crooked old street at the exact same time everyday. shopkeepers knew her by footstep; people running to work waved at her; old couples pretending to have meaning in life cooed over the bright future of the happy young lady.

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COLLECTED MY BELONGINGS ,[/color]
ABOUT YOU AND FOR THE ADMINS ,
and i left the jail, well thanks for the time[/color]

YOUR NAME: asia the epic flames fan.
GENDER: female, i think.
AGE: eighteen.
RP EXPERIENCE: too long.
OTHER CHARACTERS: those things called the flingers.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE: you wish.

credit: format by lainey, lyrics by modest mouse

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