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VIRTANEN, ZEYNAB
project: TRINA / проект БКИНП
project: TRINA / проект БКИНП
AGE: 18
GENDER: More or less female
TEAM: Teen Titans
SIDE: Hero
OCCUPATION: Superhero, Motivational Speaker
NATIONALITY: Soviet Union (Ukrainian, Turkmen, and Estonian Republics)
HISTORY: Her parents were high-classed in a system supposedly without class. Father was the director of the union-wide famous automobile manufacturer, AvtoKAZ. Mother somehow managed to get on the party's good side by being a member and speaker of the party, and she was not required to work so she simply accompanied Father wherever he was to go to. Zeynab? Well, she was born 22/3/1946 to them both in Dnipropetrovsk, in the Ukrainian SSR.
Things went buttery-smooth for the first twelve years of her life. She lived with her parents in a state apartment in Lviv, she sometimes took trips to a dacha in Tiraspol, she went to normal schools, learned of the values of communism and the likes, all the usual things for a normal Soviet girl. Well, twelve years is twelve years. June 1958. Zeynab returned home from a usual session with the Soviet Young Pioneers in the evening, excited to see her parents home for a family dinner after they returned from Sweden. They never came back, and Zeynab received a notice to appear at a court in Lviv city.
Their trip was set to simply be one to negotiate deals with Volvo to let AvtoKAZ manufacture some of their older model cars. Zeynab's mother slept with a Swedish guy one night, who turned out to be an informant. He exposed her of various things such as telling him that she wanted to escape the USSR and move to Sweden, flirting with a local of a non-communist nation while on an official trip, and so on. She was sentenced to a Gulag in Arkhangelsk, and Zeynab's father was too blamed for not keeping a close eye on her so he was to be also sentenced to a Gulag, same one. They were never seen again.
Zeynab's hatred for the USSR was realised, and it grew, and she acted upon it. First off, she did a mere thing as purposely quitting the Soviet Young Pioneers, citing her depression from her parents' fate. At 15, she attempted to escape the USSR by setting up a trip to her father's hometown in Kärdla, Estonian SSR during summer holiday, and then using her late grandfather's fishing boat to head to Finland at full throttle. A Soviet patrol boat spotted her, and it was absolutely unlucky that the engine was under her feet and that the patrols had AK-47s, for they shot at the engine and it exploded.
She woke up standing, and 210cm tall, and bulky, and metal under the neck, in a very, very white room. They had salvaged whatever that was left of her body from the fishing boat, flew her to Moscow, and decided to just stick her in a mechanical body. Project TRIPA, in English. Project БКИПП in Russian. Tactical, Robust, Innovation, Party, Absolute. They used her to experiment on a possible cyborg supersoldier program. They gave her a sort of weaponised chainsaw, ran tests on her, put her through heaps of strain, and oh boy, it was not good for her. They even tried to tinker with her brain to render her obedient, but all they managed to do was disrupt a part of her brain so that her anger would never be too much.
1963. She had more than enough of the Soviet, though she never managed to express that. Well, it was a bit of a bad move to bring her along to a large science facility and leave her to be without supervision. So, she acted upon herself to run up to a teleporter-time machine that was just built, typed in a random date and coordinates, and got her to the USA, 21st Century. That was the first time she was ever abroad from the USSR, and she seemed to have not been ready. She was still in her old, robotic body that still had Soviet imagery all over it. Well, lucky her that she was in the 21st Century, and that she was in California where simply nobody cared.
Well, alright. She did have some experience in the US. Not to mention that she did actually learn English in the USSR, even though she has a heavy accent. Thank the American movies which were smuggled into East Germany, then smuggled into the USSR. Not to mention the availability of Finnish television in Estonia. Judging by the latin alphabets on a billboard which she took 40 seconds to read and recall what they were, she found out she was in a place called 'Roseburg Valley Mall'. She soon learned that advertising was a thing, what malls were, where Roseburg was, and where she actually was, Jump City.
Her life in the city came no later than when she knew what the F word meant after getting it shouted at her by three people. She began to actually utilise her body, to fight crime. Robbers, mainly. A tactic of hers was to catch a robber, find out why they robbed a place, determine whether they are suitable enough for her to let off with a bit of the money, then hand the rest of the money back to the establishment, only to get a little money token from there. She gets an income, someone gets off with a note, an establishment doesn't go bankrupt, it's a win-win-win solution.
She was soon recognised by a sort of group she had never heard about before. They asked her whether she wanted to join. Well, they did seem like great and awesome people, so she did. She actually did get more money just by being part of the Teen Titans, but she pledged half of all her money to emergency funds. On the new year of the year following, she finally bought a phone. She called the Russian Embassy in DC where they said that they couldn't upgrade her anymore, and that she was to receive a package from Moscow after 6 business days. It came. A deed to a Dacha still in Tiraspol, Transnistria, a deed to a two bedroom apartment still in Lviv, Ukraine, a deed to a single-story house in Kärdla, Estonia, a deed to another house in Ashgabat, Turkmenistan, the rights to two occupied cemetery plots in Kärdla, Estonia and Derweze, Turkmenistan, 5 Million US Dollars in compensation by the KGB, and permission to land in Turkmenistan, Ukraine, Transnistria, Moldova, Estonia and Russia without limit.
She then bawled her eyes out in her room, finding out her parents died in a gulag and that the men who sentenced them to it are now very dead. She made reconciliation with herself through vodka mixed with butter, and then started doing things straight with her life, including having motivational talks sometimes when she is free. She also changed the P in TRIPA to become N for national.
FAMILY: Her dad was Yaakko Virtanen, from the Estonian SSR, a big-time director of a automobile company in the Ukrainian SSR. Her mother was Fateyma Nürsultan, from the Turkmen SSR, all she did was accompany Yaakko everywhere. They both ended up in a gulag at 46 and 43 respectively.
PERSONALITY: One main thing about her is how she treats people nice, no matter who they are or how they are, unless they are an arse, and she treats people with an incrediblt warm heart, even if she doesn't have one. Independence, quick learning, and a preparation for everything would also come into mind for her too, actually. She is also one who is there for absolutely anyone, and she likes talking to people about things. Her way of managing robbers even includes thinking of their wellbeing and she would sometimes leave an absolute 221 Dollars. This does not mean she is blind to truth and justice. She knows when one is lying based on instinct and deducing, and she also gives them a literal slap on the hand. Also, she is incredibly cheerful and sociable.
Zeynab is obviously not as perfect as flawless bread and butter. She is known to have three S', Snappyness, Sarcasm, Sass, when confronting with one who is an arse. And trust that when one's threshold of tolerance is high, they will go low towards those who go beyond that threshold. Besides that, she is secretly very, very depressed about her current situation. Don't get it wrong that she doesn't like her absolute current situation for she loves it, but she is not very accepting of all that had happened in her past. Heck, she even sometimes get nightmares of herself getting thrown to a Gulag for treason. Well, good news is that her positives aren't masks for this, but she handles it the usual Slavic way of Vodka, Bread and Butter.
DISLIKES: Mainly her inability to come in contact with water or rather feel anything. Her hair smells a bit off and the latter is an attribute to clumsiness. Summers, especially in California where it's already hot in Autumn. Also, huge complete arses and people who kill without a rational reason.
DREAMS: Total equality without corruption, perhaps, or rather, people treating people equally regardless of anything.
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МОЖЕТ СЛИШКОМ ПОЗДНО
может рано опоздать
может рано опоздать
BODY STRUCTURE: 230cm, 250kg, fully metal under her neck. Well, half her neck. Body shape is very, very bulky, with nowhere on her body being thin at all, other than her face. The main colour is red, with black being just the joints and gold being for all the symbols and whatnot. She is a natural redhead, her hair looking somewhat blonde in certain lighting for some reason.
STYLE: Well, she doesn't wear any clothes whatsoever so she has none. She does, however, have her hair half-shaved and kept in a large braid.
PIERCINGS OR TATTOOS: None
COSTUME: See section 'Style'
ODDITIES: Her body's contast against her face, the amount of Soviet things around her body, her chainsaw that she named 'Druzhba', a compartment around her belly area that holds specialised plastic bags, that is where all her wastes go to after going through her artificial insides. Sleeps standing up and rarely sits.
ABILITIES: Out of her body, she is actually very, very able to do a lot. Her capacity of lifting without damage is 382kg, so yes, she 'does lift, bro'. A compartment on her back has a stylized chainsaw which she can pull out at any time. She is also able to breathe very little, thanks to an incredibly efficient artificial lung which lets her hold her breath for about 162 minutes, compared to the world record of 22 minutes. Eating and drinking isn't required at all though she can if she wants, and she doesn't need to expel waste if she doesn't eat or drink. She can also run at about 52km/h, from some sort of propulsion technique in her.
Onto things she could do withour a robotic body. Languages she is fluent at are Ukrainian, Russian, Turkmen, Estonian, English, Finnish, Polish, and Romanian. She is really, really good at cooking, although she mainly cooks East European and Central Asian food. She is also good at swords, but hasn't found one big enough for her current body yet cheap.
CONTROL: 10, basically.
SIDE-AFFECTS: Not really any.
WEAKNESSES: She has to actually charge every 15 hours, with a European-style two prong, and failure to do so will not cause death but would lock her up. She also cannot feel anything with the metal part of her body. Although she can control her strength, she is sometimes clumsy without knowing and she has to look at her whole body to absolutely know what is going on. Also, she cannot be exposed to too much water, for she is very, very electronic. Therefore, she doesn't bathe. She does wipe her face with wet cloth every two days, but her hair is out of the question, so it smells a bit off and she wonders how it could survive that long.
Although she is very fluent in English, she still has a very thick accent, so with her pronunciation of certain words. She has a bit of a thing against dogs touching her human parts, due to her Muslim mother once telling her that skin is not to touch dogs, or she would have to wash that skin 7 times. She also doesn't fare too well with too much sun, being from somewhere where the yearwide average temperature is a little under 8°C. Also, due to some parts of her brain getting tinkered by scientists back when she was still in a lab, she cannot feel extreme anger.
МОЖЕТ БЫТ НЕ ПОЗДНО, МОЖЕТ БЫТ НЕ ВМЕСТЕ
может быт забуду и уйду насегда
может быт забуду и уйду насегда
INTRODUCTION:
"Bloody värdjas videogram calısmıyor," she cursed while attempting to get her video camera working, already using four different languages. That bit of cursing was actually taped on the video, but she didn't seem to care. It was just rather simple, a V-Log, as the now's generation calls it, with just her face, a bit of her body, and her bed behind it.
She cleared the throat, half made of metal, and she clapped her two hands together. In a bit of a high-pitched voice with quite a Slavic accent, she said, "Hello, people, I am Zeynab, and today I would like to make a Vyi-Log. Vë-Log. Vi-Log, Ve-log. Kuradi munn, I have no idea how to pronounce."
"Sha, so I think this is how to do. Todyé', I went to a markyit to get melon to make kabab but they sohld out. I got vyery sad and 'opset because I didn't have a melon to make kabab. I went to anodder market on the other side of the city and there was still null. I 'den went all the way to Oregon to find melon but guess what? No melon! No melon for kabab!"
She rambled on about her tale of a thousand melons, until she finally got to a finish of the story. "So, lyater, I went back to my place where I made kabab with, guess what, apple! I still have, look!" She lifted to the camera a plate of two shish kebab sticks with meat and apples in it. "So I hope you enjoy 'dis video. See you later."
In the process of trying to stop the recording of the video, she accidentally knocked the entire video camera down to the floor. The last thing heard by the camera was frantic, and repetitions of "Perse raibe" until it went blank ten seconds later. Zeynab does not know what editing was and she went ahead to upload it. It was quickly named 'Viral of the week' for three weeks in California, and there was a remix made in Finland named 'Estonian Melons in California'
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