November Saratov
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Shaydie
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November Saratov
>> P.edigree --
Name: November Saratov (born Natla Saratov)
Nickname(s): Nova, Sara, Bella Notte
Species: Mute Swan
Gender: Female
Age: 29 years
Height: 5'11" (her neck accounts for much of this)
Weight: 97 lbs (avian physique and skeletal system)
>> S.tarcrossed --
Mate:
Crush:
Offspring:
>> B.irthright --
Mother: Lydia
Father: Nikolas
Siblings: September, December, Avril
>> O.f Snow White Feathers --
Like her parents and sisters, November has feathers of the purest white, the signature of her species. She does, however, lack most of the traditional black "mask" over her eyes, which all of her family possesses. Instead, she has eyeshadow-like marks over both eyes that blend stupendously with her white feathers. Her mother, Lydia, always praises her for her avian physique - thin torso and legs, muscular yet elegant neck, full chest - and frequently takes credit for it.
Usually she wears extravagant dresses and blouses due to her noble origins - and, to some degree, her mother's doting. Her most favorite colors to wear is sky blue and white, and she rarely deviates from this norm. She always has a necklace with five turquoise pendants encased in silver - a gift from her father.
>> B.eyond the Limits of the Sky --
November is almost always optimistic, preferring to see the lighter side of things rather than dwell on the darkest corners of anthro nature. Kind and gentle, no one has ever seen her angry. It seems as if her entire range of emotions is only "happy," "disappointed," "confused," and "shy." The latter is evident usually only when confronted by men.
Despite her age, she tends to be quite innocent, and is unfamiliar with anything "dirty."
>> T.he Noble Swan --
November Saratov was born in a small Russian town far from outside civilization. Her father and mother were nobles by birth - a breed that, in Russia, usually kept to themselves. The Saratov family was different. They preferred to immerse themselves in the cultures of those less fortunate, giving support in many forms whenever they could. Unlike most government officials, they knew that throwing money at something would not fix it. And so, unofficially outlawed in any noble circle, Lydia Saratov gave birth to November - then Natla - in a "commonfolk" hospital, where Nikolas had befriended many doctors. Thus, mother and daughter were very well taken care of, and the birth came and went without so much as a hiccup.
Barely three months later, suddenly under threat from other nobility for supposedly attempting to go against "the old ways," Nikolas, Lydia, and their tiny daughter were forced to flee the country. They took what they could of their wealth, and aided by the many allies they had accumulated over the years, they traveled to a new country - one that would, years later, be plunged into a brutal war. But for now, unaware of the coming storm, they settled in another small town and began to rebuild their status. Thanks to connections back in Russia, they successfully returned to an unofficial noble status - later recognized by the country's government - in the following November, only four months later. In celebration of this, they renamed their daughter after the month of their success, in hopes that she would have a prosperous life.
And, in a sense, she did.
She was, of course, at first the stereotypical "ugly duckling," covered in grey feathers rather than her parent's customary white - such was the curse (or, some would say, the gift) of her species. But as she grew older, her beauty began to bloom. Her mother gave birth to three more children, all girls, naming all three after their birth months (the youngest, Avril, having been named in honor of a french nurse that the Saratov's had befriended and had treated Lydia during her third birth). November, in the meantime, became her mother's pride and joy. Beautiful, smart, and with a heart of gold, she was the very definition of the swan that other species sung songs and wrote poems about. She was, her parents said, perfect. But within her family, they were all treated the same, and November developed an absolute and unyielding love for her sisters and parents.
By the time she was twenty-five, war broke out in the region.
Suddenly, everything began to fall apart outside their close-knit family. Income began to shrink, whole towns were decimated, family friends seemed to just disappear... And worst of all, nobles all over the country were being targeted. But the Saratovs, being resourceful, had managed to dodge any enemy attention for about three years.
And then, suddenly, they were in the heart of it all.
November was playing with her youngest sister, Avril, when they came. It had been so silent up until the doorbell rang that no one had suspected anything. Her father went to answer the door and disappeared into the other room. November never saw him alive after that. A gunshot rang out into the house, and for a brief, unimaginable second, time seemed to freeze. Her sisters and mother, all in the same room, looked at each other...
And all hell broke loose.
Everyone stood at once, all quiet but all terrified. They knew that their father was already dead, and they had an escape plan in place to counteract what they knew was coming. However, they had not planned for the fact that soldiers were already in the room, already blocking all exits, and the girls were already looking down the muzzles of assault rifles. The looks on the faces of all the enemy soldiers told them the same thing - they were tired, lonely... and there were four beautiful ladies here just for the taking... But they needed one for a hostage. At first, they looked at Lydia. She was already in tears but the look on her face was defiant. Then, their leader's eyes fell on November, who was just as defiant and who was sheltering her sisters as much as she could. The swan would never forget that cold voice that essentially killed the rest of her family.
"Take her, kill the rest."
The next came in slow motion. Shrieking in protest, she was dragged away from the remains of her family. Her mother, horrified, began to run after her... and paid the price. One gun went off, taking her down just as November was dragged around the corner. She heard the rest of the weapons fire and the cries of her sisters were cut off so suddenly that she didn't have enough air left in her to scream...
And they took her. They took her away from that house, away from the bodies, away from her family. For a few days, they played with her, taunting her but never violating her for fear of being severely punished by authority for "damaging an asset." But through those few days, November wasn't incapacitated by grief as the enemy had thought. In fact, she was already planning her escape...
On the tenth day, the soldiers had become preoccupied and cocky, more interested in a battle than they were in her. They were in a room that overlooked the battlefield, looking at a few computer screens. Some of them showed security cameras watching the battle outside - one of them was processing text that November recognized as enemy information. The soldiers had left November unattended and unbound, sure that the woman would not be stupid enough to run. Unfortunately, they were mistaken. November, a resourceful Saratov to the very core, quietly stood and grabbed a metal pipe that had come loose sometime during the battle with the other faction. Quietly as she could in her tattered blue dress, she approached the two soldiers from behind... and hit both of them over the head, making sure that the force was enough to crack their skulls. Within seconds, they were out cold if not dead. She hastily ejected a small chip from the last computer containing the intel and placed it in the one place she was sure it would be safe while she carried it. And with that she exited the building with such stealth that she remained undetected until she exited through the back door.
And then she was.
A few soldiers, having been guarding the back door, grabbed her and essentially put her back in the same situation that she had been in just minutes earlier - handcuffed and locked in a closet.
It was an hour before the battle outside began to quiet... And suddenly she was alone, frightened... and in possession of what could be the end of the war.
>> S.wan Song --
undecided.
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