Name: Varvara Serafima
Age: Her host is about seventeen, she is twenty three
Gender: female
Alliance: Noah/Akuma
Rank: Level one
Family: Her best friend Rosetta, her mother and father.
Crushes: No one
Abilities [Noahs and Akuma]/Innocence [Exorcists]: Poison Point
Personality: Varvara is a very eccentric yet quiet girl. She walks with her hands dragging on the ground and her back slumped over, which makes her seem very scary. She is actually very clueless to how abnormally freaky she is, so when people run away screaming when she shows up out of the blue, she does not understand why she scares them so. When standing normally, Varvara stares up at the ceiling, daydreaming. She looks very delicate when she is doing this, yet when she notices someone is there, she immediately goes back to being the same old, freaky Varvara.
Varvara has a sweet melodic voice that one would be surprised to hear, coming from a person as crazy as her. She is easily persuaded into difficult and annoying situations, yet just as easily slips out of them. She usually stubles over her words, and can noy say no to anything someone asks of her.
Likes: -old attics (to find old things in)
-Dancing (even though she can’t)
-Killing humans (as do pretty much every other akuma)
- sowing
-fixing old and broken things.
Dislikes:-shiny things.
-Exorcists and humans (as do every other akuma)
-Band-aids
History: Varvara was born a healthy baby, nothing wrong with her, into a loving family who loved her the first time they laid eyes on her. When Varvara was just three months old, she said her first word, “needle” her parents were very surprised by this, yet they were estatic by their three month old child’s first word, so they ignored it. When varvara turned three, she took a large interest in her mother’s sowing machine, excited by her daughter’s interest, she taught Varvara how to sow manually. In elementary school, Varvara made a club that would sow anything that was broken or ripped, anytime she saw a rip in someone’s clothing, she would run up to that person, grab the broken part of the article of clothing, and patch it up with white thread.
These hobbies grew to an obsession when Varvara got older, she would notice any broken part of a bag or clothing, and want to fix it immediately. Her parents were concerned, so they sent their daughter to a therapist for help, which ended up doing nothing for the over obsessed sewer. Varvara was then put in a class for textiles, where she met with her friend Rosetta. They connected immediately as Varvara taught Rosetta how to sew, they grew to become best friends and planned out a future to become professional clothing designers.
Once Rosetta and Varvara graduated college together, they started on their business plans immediately. They had coffee at a small cafe every week where they would sort out their plans. Varvara did not seem to notice the flaws in strangers clothing, and if she did she left it alone, however, one day Varvara and Rosetta were walking to the small cafe, Varvara noticed a bright pink jacket that was ripped in half hanging from a large, maple tree. Without thinking, Varvara ran up to the tall tree and started to climb it. Rosetta tried to stop her friend, but it was too late. Varvara slipped from the tree branch she was clinging to and fell to the hard ground. She was deformed,and crumpled. Rosetta watched in horror as a pool of blood formed around her friend and screamed “YOU STUPID BITCH!” She was crying and wiping her nose with her long sleeves, “WHY? YOU GOT OVER YOUR PROB...” Before she could finish, a large, jolly looking man appeared before her with a large smile on his face. “I can get back your friend, if you give me something in return.” He said with a giggle in his voice. “Anyway! Anyway to get her back... she’s, she’s my...” Rosetta managed before she fell to her knees sobbing, her hands to her eyes. “Shutup.” Rosetta heard Varvara’s voice above her and gasped in surprise, before she died on the hand of her best friend.
Height & Weight:6’1 and 118
Looks/Picture:Hair:blonde
Mask:pearl white
Suit: white
Skin: pale
RP Sample:Varvara watched as a little girl with an old broken doll strolled past the alley way she was resting in. Can I...? She wondered as she reached after the little girl who was almost out of sight, with a smooth motion, she stood up from her crouching position, wavered a bit and peered around the corner. The girl was already gone. Varvara slipped out the needle she gripped in her hand and crushed it in her palm. The sowing needle was broken in two, missed it. Varvara sighed and strolled out onto the busy street, she watched as people stared at her and smiled at the crowd hurrying past her. Through the bustling crowd, she spotted the little girl, she was lying the old, ragged doll down near a large white cross at the side of the road. Varvara frowned, then sighed, “Typical.” She muttered as she stomped back to her hiding place.
