Name: Zoya Silivasi
Age: 18
Place of Birth: Donetsk, Ukraine
Nationality: Ukrainian
Hair Color: Naturally dark brown, dyed electric blue.
Eye Color: Light hazel, almost amber.
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Skin Tone: Very pale
Pubic Hair: Shaven
Distinguishing features: Short, slightly jagged scar on her left cheek, from a ring. Frequently wears lipstick the same shocking blue color as her hair.
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 124 lbs
Bust: 34 C
Waist: 25
Hips: 34
Background: Zoya is the daughter of a runaway gypsy, and a Ukrainian banker. After the initial turmoil of having a child so soon into their rather strange marriage, things seemed to calm down for the family, with Zoya's mother shifting from a life of wandering, to the role of domestic housewife. She took to the change happily, focusing all her energy on the happiness of her husband, and the raising of their daughter.
This focus would prove necessary, as little Zoya had a severe intolerance to heat, getting sun and heatstroke much easier than normal. However, it seemed the child was completely inured against any sort of chill or cold, happily playing in knee deep snow, wearing nothing but a knee length dress.
Aside from these strange quirks, Zoya grew up a fairly normal girl, excelling in Literature, Russian, and English, while struggling with math and the sciences. The only disturbance to these years would be the death of Zoya's mother, to inoperable cancer of the lungs. The loss deeply impacted Zoya, driving her away from friends and her father alike, throwing her into a darker phase. She cut her hair shoulder length, and took to dyeing it a bright blue, snuck out of her father's house to get a number of piercings, and to join other disillusioned youths in the thriving club scene.
It was during this downward spiral, that Zoya discovered what she thought to be merely a handy bar trick. Any glass she held for a short length of time, would begin to frost over, the liquid inside either chilling or freezing completely. Combined with her choice of hair color and her rather frigid attitude toward most people, she started to be known by the nickname "Ice Queen", which she liked so much, she had it tattooed across her lower back in blue snowflake-esque letters.
The night she returned home from the tattoo parlor, her father was waiting for her, sitting on her bed calmly. He told her in a quiet, pleading tone, how disappointed in her we was, and how her mother would feel if she was alive to what her daughter had become. He made no threats, never raised his voice, simply spoke on, and on into the night, occasionally smiling faintly as he recounted a story from her childhood, of the happier times when they had all been together. As the sun rose the next day, he rose with a sigh, picked her up in a hug, then left, leaving a picture of Zoya and her mother playing in the snow, sitting in the middle of her bed.
The subdued desperation in her father's words, and the love he showed in his manner of reaching out to her, cracked the icy shell she had been building around herself. Zoya decided to try and get her life back on track, get back into school, though, maybe, just maybe she'd keep the new look...after all, nothing wrong with looking good, right?
She re-applied herself to getting an education, and managed to just eke out a 3.0 her last year of high school. She began searching for a good school to attend for her further education, but her options were severely limited, due to her mediocre GPA, meager financial options, and rather eccentric looks. It was almost by accident that she stumbled across Shokushu U., finding a flier while checking out another campus in Odessa. Impressed by the lofty credentials, and more impressed by the nearly non-existent tuition fees, Zoya willingly enrolled. She wished her father a much warmer farewell than she would have in previous years, and boarded the plane, looking forward to her change of location.
Personality: Deep down, Zoya is a kind, caring girl. She just has trouble showing it, due to a naturally sarcastic and stand offish manner. Frequently comes off as frigid, or disinterested, but this is merely shyness covered with a thin, icy mask.
Virgin? Strictly speaking, yes. She's never gone all the way, but isn't exactly inexperienced either.
Piercing or Tattoos: One silver ring through the left side of her lower lip. One silver ring through the right side of her nose. Varying numbers of silver studs in each ear, no more than four per ear on any given day. Silver belly button ring with a faux-sapphire dangle. Tattoo of the words "Ice Queen" in pale blue snowflakes across her lower back.
Language: Ukrainian, Russian, English, bits and pieces of Romani from her mother.
Likes: Cold, snow, skiing, snowboarding, playing pool, or darts. Is addicted to ice cream, particularly chocolate. Is also fond of complete darkness, especially for sleeping. Loves movies, especially old black and white films. Has a small collection of stuffed polar bear dolls.
Dislikes: Heat, clear and sunny days, swimming and being immersed in water outside of a bathtub, spicy food, overly cheerful pop music, loud too-friendly people. Afraid of great heights, fire, tapirs, and dogs.
Activities: Reading, watching movies. Played in a chess club in high school, with mediocre showings. Likes to write as a hobby, anything from poetry to songs to short stories.
Magic?: Cryokinesis, or, the mental power to freeze things, limited to touch in Zoya's case. She's never actually tried to do more than chill things, but could likely freeze something solid, given the time, and ability to concentrate (i.e. not being raped silly.) Given the island's inhibitors, it would likely take even longer.
Picture: Closest thing I could find to what I imagine her looking like. Just add the piercings on, change the lipstick to match her hair, and you're set!
Right, there we go. Is that good enough to start with, or do I need to flesh her out more?
