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It was extremely rare for Lena to get a Friday night off, since that’s when her radio show, The Horror Show, aired. Combin that with the idiotic curfew that the oppressors that were the American government infringed on this Island full of victims, and she was always deprived of the whole Friday night fun thing. Saturday night, too. She did what partying she could every other day of the week. But, she’d had last night off and celebrated her ass off. She had partied like it was 1985 and she was at a White Snake concert. The come down was absolutely brutal.

It was passed lunch time, headed towards dinner real fast, and Lena had managed to shove on sunglasses and stumble out of her apartment in the search of food. Flitwick's was the only viable option, other than the occasional pizza and fried chicken, Lena didn’t really eat anywhere else. She’d flung herself into a chair, and pointed at the menu with a grunt. The waitresses were used to her by now and knew exactly what she wanted.

Not even bothering to lift her head from the table until her food arrived, Lena put off her best “don’t talk to me” vibes. Unfortunately, the place was pretty busy, it being Saturday afternoon and all. It didn’t take long for the only available seat to be the one directly in front of her. Creepy Carl was eyeing the seat in front of her like he was already imagining his exposed buttcrack cozying up to it. She could not deal with his shit right now, so she points to the first normal looking person she sees.

“Hey! Sit. Eat. It’s been ages!” Lena’s voice, raspy with sleep and her hangover cut through the crowd, giving the stranger no question to whom she was speaking.

Her attention is caught by the arrival of a massive stack of pancakes, not caring if the person in question sat down or not so long as Carl didn’t, she pushes her sunglasses back up on her nose and starts drizzling an alarming amount of maple syrup over her pancakes.

#IDK what this is lulz my starters are always super long.#you so don't have to match it #thewpprogramstarter #( .open )#( .para )

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Helena Karavaeva • 24 Spy/Assassin/Mafia Princess • Radio Personality Ksenia Solo

↳ History: 

Lena is the only child of the notorious Dmitri Karavaeva, one of the worst crime bosses the Russian mafia has ever seen. Up until the age of twelve, Lena’s life was like some kind of fairy tale. She was doted on, everything she wanted, she got. If someone pissed her off, they would mysteriously disappear. She had her mother, Katarina Karavaeva, wrapped around her little finger. She didn’t see her father much, but the mobster was completely inthralled by Katarina, and had been for years. In a shocking turn of events, the mansion where Katarina and her daughter lived was raided by one of Dmitri’s closest friends, betraying and trying to overthrow the mob bosses rule. Katarina died protecting her precious daughter.

Dmitri’s vengeance was hard, swift, and unrelenting. People still tell stories of how horrifically the man who betrayed the Karavaeva family was tortured. Having survived a massacre, the happy little girl’s life was shattered. Instead of helping her pick up the pieces like any father should, Dmitri was distant, harsh, and it was obvious to everyone he blamed the loss of his beloved wife on the child she’d died for. She was no longer the princess, instead she was an invisible burden, neglected and ignored by everyone who wanted to stay on Dmitri’s good side. For the next few years, Lena lived like a ghost. Never allowed to leave the family’s estate, sometimes not even her room.

The growing resemblance to her mother as Lena aged only managed to push her father further and further away. The resentment he felt towards his daughter was a palpable thing. Desperate to earn his love, a fifteen year old Helena Karavaeva dove into the world of the Russian mob. She did everything she could to get on her father’s good side, learning several languages, training her ass off and honing her body into a weapon that she’d let her father use at his leasure. She turned herself into an assassin bit by bit. Lethal, stealthy, and slowly becoming one of the best tools her father had.

Lena was ruthless, so focused on doing everything and anything she was ordered to do. People started calling her the angel of death, saying she was soulless. People who worked with her wouldn’t do so often, her unnerving silence and lack of any type of personality was creepy. That’s what she wanted them to think. She kept everything internalized. She smothered her emotions, her desires, her dreams, herself until she was nothing but a weapon. She did evil thing after evil thing, watched her father slaughter, maim, torture and torment without a word.. It was a surprise to everyone that Helena Karavaeva, the angel of death, a borderline sociopath, was the one who betrayed Dmitri. She brought down the whole Russian mob without batting an eyelash, and no one had seen it coming.

After leading interpol and the russian authorities to making over a hundred and fifty arrests, Helena was granted full immunity for her involvement. She was placed into witness protection, and moved to America. The second she touched down at JFK, Lena felt herself smile for the first time since the night her mother was killed. Living in New York was.. Well, a disaster. Lena found it difficult to be herself, without being herself. She wasn’t even sure she knew who she was. She’d always forget her new name, she hated the dyed red hair, the stupid telemarketing job, and all the damn lies. It was hard to keep it straight.

It was only a matter of time before she blew her cover, and no one was surprised when three big angry men came to her apartment and almost killed her. That was just the first time. She was sent to Minnesota, then to Texas, and then to a tiny town in Canada. Each time, she’d slip up. Her name, her accent, her backstory.. As a last ditch effort, the FBI decided to put Lena on the Island.

 ↳ Life on the island: 

It’s been two years since Lena had taken down the Russian mob. They rebuilt, and so did she. She found herself on the stormy shore of the little island, hell, she fell in love with herself. A spunky, outgoing young woman who draws attention everywhere she goes, Helena is so much more than that lifeless zombie she used to be. She can use her own name, doesn’t have to hide her accent, or lie much at all. People don’t pry on the island, everyone has a past here and everyone respects that. She doesn’t talk much about her past, determined to keep that life hidden from her beautiful new existence as much as possible.

People around town know her as the loud mouthed goth girl who works at the radio station. Her radio shows Morning Mayhem and The Horror Showare island favorites. The morning show is where people call in and gossip about events and scandals on the island while requesting songs they can listen to on their morning commute, while The Horror Show airs every friday and saturday nights at eleven PM, and the content is a mixture of funny sex stories, awkward sex related questions, and a very audience centered talk show that get’s a little crazy.

 ↳ 3 Miscellaneous facts:  

Lena can almost always be found at the coffee shop on her laptop. She’s got a severe addiction to the stuff.

She struggles with drug addiction and hides it extremely well.

She’s afraid of the dark, and sleeps with a bright green alien night light.

#( .bio )

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