dasha irina laska

Standing 5’9’’-5’10’’, Dasha towers over most women (and some men), and her well-toned form and stature gives her a demanding air. She increases this by often wearing boots or heels that stand her close to six foot. Well sculpted and muscular, she is someone who has put a lot of time into strengthening herself and has the figure to prove it. Her skin is on the tan side from her constant outdoor excursions and has numerous scars and markings from years of this lifestyle. Her hands are noticeably callus, and she often wears gloves to hide this fact.

Her eyes are a steely blue-grey that tends to look more blue than grey in lighter environments. Her features could hardly be considered petite, but she wears their hardness well and is not above putting on a little makeup now and again. Her snow white hair falls down to mid-back but is often pulled into a tight bun at the back of her head. However, when she does let it down, there is a notable wave to it, and towards the very bottom, it curls a lot- which can be rather annoying to brush out.

Dasha prefers form fitting yet flexible clothing, something that she can move in more than anything. Whites and blues are her favorite tones for this. She is also often seeing carrying what at first glance appears to be some sort of instrument case on one shoulder and a purse on the other.

Boldly independent and strong-willed, Dasha is someone that values her personal freedom more than she does her life. This personal choice is everything to her, and she works hard to keep it. She will bow to those whom she has formed some sort of social contract with, but internal/natural social obligations are only given a second glance if it suits her. However, her desires are large and broad, rarely zeroing in to one specific goal, and it’s possible to sometimes align one’s desires with hers to get her to help out. She’s a hard-working individual, someone who knows how to push herself and others to get where they need to be regardless of how much time and effort it takes.

Sociable and yet stubborn to a fault, Dasha can walk her way around a conversation and often get what she wants. She’s forceful in a multitude of different ways making her into someone that is hard to say no to when she’s got a request for you. If the cute little soft girl act doesn’t work on you, she’ll stand tall and intimidate you. Usually it takes something in between these things, but Dasha doesn’t mind any and all extremes. The end justifies the means in her eyes- whatever those means may be. Still, she doesn’t always operate on the assumption that violence is the answer in every situation- just in the situations that require it, and oh she prides herself with knowing when the situation requires it.

Analytical and calculative, Dasha can remain cool headed in most forms of stress or pressure. She’s felt so many different things over the years that anyone can be recognized, controlled, and moderated so long as she has time to do so. She’s not completely frozen over, but quite a few have referred to her as an ice queen at times. Emotions that she cannot channel into something worthwhile just get in the way, and she just doesn’t have time for them, usually. This leads to bottling up of some less than great feelings, and when she does let them out, it often leads to a mess. She’ll say a lot of things that she doesn’t necessarily mean and do a lot of things she never intended to take so far. She already doesn’t consider herself a kind person, per say, but in those episodes, she knows very well how mean she can be.

Self-structured and internally organized, Dasha often tries to take some kind of control over her environment. She’d organize her room, her office, her anything such so that she has some kind of order to the madness. She likes things that have intrinsic order and finds certain organizing games (Sudoku, puzzles, etc) to be very relaxing. She likes putting things together (if not really working with her hands, per say), and she likes building on things that are already there. Someone else’s project? Eh, she might take it up if it’s interesting and suits her. If not, she’s just as ready to leave it be. It’s her choice- never forget that! She does not compulsively control every environment, however. She controls hers, things that belong to her and her alone. She is very possessive and tends to assume that others are as well. She wouldn’t want anyone messing with her stuff so generally doesn’t mess with others.

Possessive and self-indulgent, Dasha has grown up with a lot of things- and continues to cycle in having a lot of things. She likes buying things for herself. She likes doing things for herself. She needs these things in ways that she’s not ready to admit just yet. Anything from objects to people, she can get possessive and territorial around such things- especially the longer that they have been hers. Her things are also better by default, and anyone who has something similar better recognize this from the start. Her Pokemon, her family, her country, her everything are better by default. She can come off as a rather bitter when this does not turn out to be the case as well.

Around most people, all this culminates to is someone you really don’t know if you want to admire or run away from. Dasha carries an air of self-sustaining strength and generally can be deeply validating and encouraging to those whose ideas and goals resonate with her own. She knows how to raise people up, knows how to encourage them to chase after whatever they desire, knows how to keep them going. It all comes out in her own strong fire. Just as well, she can be one of the most frigid and coarse people one has ever had the misfortune of talking to if those things don’t inherently line up. Her strong will can come off as pushy. Her straightforward energy can come off as impulsive. Her decisions don’t always make sense, and she’s not someone who often explains things out loud.

Still, it is possible for Dasha to be tamer than this. She knows sort of how to tone things down when she needs to, coming off as less assertive and assuming. It’s not entirely an act so much as self-control for a specific goal of her own. She knows she can’t fight everyone. She’s tried. She can be delegating and moderate so to speak, but it’s much more exhausting for her than not. She’d rather not- even when it’s necessary. She can bite her tongue, hold back her desires, and smile all the same. She can make positive acquaintances in this manner and has in the past. A good lot of the world have only ever seen this side of Dasha.

All this pertains to a sort of non-specific crowd.

Around her brother, Dasha is ridiculous. Somehow, Nikolai always draws out the best and worst in Dasha’s personality, and she quickly reduces to a childish, playful asshole in almost every way. She loves just playing with him and messing with him and doing all the dumb stupid things children would do. Even after so many years, he has the power to reduce this powerful (and power hungry) young woman into a warm, bubbly, dorky girl who wants nothing more than to drag him around and make him wear flower crowns. She misses him dearly, in ways words don’t adequately express. However, over recent years, she’s been trying to distract herself from this.

Born alongside her twin, Dasha would be the first daughter of a Baroness of a far off isolated yet functional monarchy. From her earliest memories, she and her brother would go through cycles of being spoiled to being neglected by their mother. Their father wasn’t often at home to be a counterbalance either. Still, what attention she could get from her mother, Dasha relished. She’d play the happy, clingy, girly princess to get even a second glance from their mother, and in various ways, she roped Nik into it too. The seeds of a demanding force were planted early in life, and when Dasha wanted something, she fought to get it by any and every means available.

Unfortunately, their mother was not only busy but depressed, in ways a child could not fathom. When she announced they were getting another baby sibling, however, her mother was the brightest she’d ever seen her. Dasha was happy too, bright, cheerful, ready to meet this new baby sibling with everything she had! But then that very baby would turn into the favorite, the one who received love and attention in waves that only seemed to increase as time went on. Ilya would have everything, and Dasha became more and more desperate to have that too. She wanted their mother to watch as she stood on the fire place and sang. She wanted to be told how pretty she was when she dressed up in the cutest outfit she could find in her armoire- and surely she got some of those things but it always felt that Ilya had more.

In response to this, Dasha and Nikolai picked on her— Dasha more so. She couldn’t help it, especially when her darling little sister was quick to recover from such things. Servants were always running to her aid— and of course their mother. Dasha and Nik were always skedaddling away to find something else to do for a little while. Dasha never bothered to hide her resentment, but Nik always managed to make her smile after the fact. He was such a dork sometimes, and she loved him so so so much- especially when he’d cater to her sillier requests. She loved teasing him too- if more lightheartedly and lovingly.

Perhaps Dasha would have folded inward, focusing on her tiny little world with Nikolai had it not been that Christmas when Ilya’d gotten Pokemon first. Sure Dasha’s read about Pokemon. She saw them through the house and seen them when she’d occasionally gone out with their father. She’d even been instructed in their basics by the various private tutors that had cycled throughout the years. However, she’d never seen one as cute as Ilya’s before. And… And that made her irritated, somehow. She wanted a Pokemon too, and her demand ushered in an Absol for herself. Hah, she got something close to a poney. That was better! Eventually, though, Ilya’d also get an Absol, and probably from the same place their parents had. Soon enough, Dasha was left feeling unspecial and agitated again.

Dasha was always irritated after that. She spent a lot of time outside (but contained behind their manor wall), training and pushing Snowflake to be stronger. Her Absol was better. She had to be- and the name Snowflake was better than “Abby” or whatever Ilya’d named hers. Indoors, Dasha only became crueller towards Ilya. She repeatedly did things to upset her—things that she knew would upset her. She said some awful things, and before one thing led to another, Ilya was worse for it. Dasha only briefly tried to apologize before spite kept her from saying any more. Whatever. She didn’t like this kid anyways.

Dasha started running away from home after that. She couldn’t take it anymore. She always felt in the wrong at home, and it was always so frustrating. Each time, Nikolai would come and find her, and with his words alone, he’d bring her home again. She wouldn’t, no couldn’t say no to him. She was his as much as he was hers…. And then for some fucking reason Ilya of all people started getting mad at her for it. Then somehow the entire family was involved. Her father of all people was mad at her, but what had he ever done to be around for any of them? She was so frustrated and felt so alone in that moment that she said some awful things. When Ilya ran away crying, Dasha walked out daring anyone to stop her.

The outdoors would become Dasha’s only solace. The forests and mountainous terrain were her place of freedom from… from everything— from her father, her mother, her sister, and even… Nik to a certain degree, not that she hated him or anything (because she couldn’t) but being physically alone was different in its own way. She took to traveling further and further from home, seeing the cold mountainous terrain that felt more like home than home ever had. She battled and caught a Sneasel on one of these trips and began to train him just as much as she pushed Snow. He helped her become even more independent.

Through this, Dasha learned many life skills and just as many social ones. She talked to travelers and strangers with a sense of wonder and awe. Some of them were weird, sure, and she grew to be able to tell which ones were weird and unsafe. However, it didn’t diminish her interests. She spent time in the closer towns and learned more about the people there in general. It made her happy in ways she couldn’t describe, and when she did go home, she was always teasing and telling Nik stories of her adventures. Perhaps all of her family could see just how much happier she was to be away. Perhaps not. Dasha couldn’t have cared at that point. She just wanted to experience things.

And then.. everything went to hell. A coup killed the king and plunged the entire place into anarchy. The rebels dispersed, and nobles struggled to maintain some sort of order. Organizations rose and dissolved amongst the chaos. Very suddenly, Dasha was in danger more than ever before. People were restless and quick to violence. She was caught up in an unexpected brawl one time and had it not been for her Pokemon, she would have left with more injuries. For the first time in a long time, Dasha considered going home- and staying there.

However, upon coming back home, she would run into Stormy, Nik’s supposed fiancé, and the conversation they had after blew up exponentially. Apparently, things were fine. Nik didn’t miss her at all, and Stormy was happy to fill in the gaps. It hurt, and Dasha left only after saying some harsh things. Fine, if Nik was happy, she didn’t need to be there anyways. Instead, she’d send a letter the following week saying she was leaving permanently. She didn’t want anyone waiting up for her- if this world was going to crumble so be it. She wanted, no needed, to do what she wanted from there on out. It was her life and life was short.

It was her life. Life was short, life was short. It became Dasha’s mantra as she traveled across her home kingdom. She saw all kinds of people, did all kinds of things in an effort to push the negative feelings and spite to the far-reaching corners of her mind. If she didn’t think about it, then she was fine. She was just doing what she wanted because the world was ending. She didn’t need to, didn’t want to, think of anything else. Still, traveling came with its own dangers, and those life lessons came hard. The violence didn’t stop, and the organization of the violence changed rapidly. Small groups formed while the masses were stressed out.

Eventually, Dasha got in touch with Alex, one of the children from her family’s servants, and learned swordsmanship to better defend herself in those sticky situations that she’d come across after that. It would be through Alex that she’d hear about how her family was doing occasionally. Sometimes, she’d even write up a letter to Nikolai only to never send it. Dasha never knew exactly why, but it felt like if she didn’t see him in person anyways, it didn’t mean anything. And she wasn’t going to do that any time soon. Instead, Dasha pushed on trying to learn more of her kingdom and figure out a way to help her kingdom. Somehow, that had become her goal over the years.

Weirdly enough, she’d end up talking to a group of rebels and slowly starting to understand their demands and desires. She could see their points very well, and as long as none of them knew she was a noble, then she felt she was safe. All they knew was she was Irina- not Dasha Laska, after all. She couldn’t bring herself to join them on whatever their ‘raids’ were, but she became social support of sorts. One in particular became her first something of a crush. For most of her years, Dasha’d never felt anything close to such feelings. She had strong platonic and familial feelings, but romantic anythings had been laughable. Now she was sitting on her hands with no idea what to do. Eventually the feelings would disappear of their own accord, almost as quickly as they had come, and Dasha felt free to move on again. She assured herself it was just a one time thing, a product of some book or something she’d been skimming the last couple of weeks- or something.

She’d continue with the rebels going ins and outs, acting as their supporter as well as a trainer who generally knew the northern area very well. Up until the rebel leader came back from wherever she had gone. Right then and there, Dasha didn’t feel safe and left rather quickly after. She wasn’t about to be pulled into the rebels nor was she about to be found out and killed for hanging around them. They were interesting people, and she liked being around them, but she’d always worked to keep them at arm’s length anyways. They were not friends, and cutting ties didn’t affect her- too much.

In fact, running away had started to become a painful past time. Maybe if she’d never left home, she wouldn’t have been replaced. Maybe if she’d stayed in the group, her friends would have understood. This vague sense of guilt made her anxious and upset, and she could never quite deal with it. Instead, she blamed everyone else. It was clearly their fault she left! It had nothing to do with her! Hah as if she was young enough and naïve enough to believe that personal lie, but …. But it helped, sometimes.

Dasha traveled frequently after only to run into Interpol that was seeping in from all sides. It seemed they were trying to figure out just what to do with this whole mess. Dasha was so quick to join them. If it could all be sorted out, maybe her kingdom would be save or salvaged at least. If she could help things pan out, she could come home a hero. Now that sounded great. That’s sounded like grounds she could go home on, with a warm smile on her face- and rub it in that annoying Stormy’s face. They would find her to be a hard-worker, so long as her goals and their aligned. She wanted to protect the people she’d seen and promote peace before anything else. If that involved delegation, so be it. If it involved violence, well- she’d learned that role too. Even Snowflake found her to be cruel sometimes. Dasha didn’t care by then.

It would be through Alex that Dasha would learn her family had escaped from the kingdom, deciding to save their lives rather than stay and fight. It hurt knowing they were going so far, since it meant that being able to come “home” was harder- but she understood. Sort of. Dasha belligerently chose to stay as an Interpol agent there for a long time while also using their information to keep track of her family. She would stay for as long as she could before receiving a nearly fatal injury out in the field. Some thug had a strange Pkemon willing to directly attack people, and when the battle hadn’t gone so well- well he decided to use it. Dasha was in the hospital for weeks after.

During this time, Interpol decided it was best to transfer her somewhere safer while she healed. Dasha objected, but they reminded her she was the one who had joined them. She had to listen. Dasha was irritated but bit her tongue. Fine, only so long as she could come back when she had completely healed and ready to work again. She wanted to choose where she went too. After that, Dasha left for Veria- dragging a certain knight and company along since for some stupid reason they hadn’t left yet either.

Pokedex Name: Absol
Nickname: Snowflake
Gender: Female
Ability: Super Luck
Moveset: Night Slash, Psycho Cut, Sucker Punch, Slash


Pokedex Name: Sneasel
Nickname: Mintivy
Gender: Male
Ability: Keen Eye
Moveset: Feint Attack, Metal Claw, Ice Shard, Punishment


Pokedex Name: Zorua
Nickname:
Gender: Female
Ability: Illusion
Moveset: Feint Attack, Foul Play, Torment, Leer
Purchased as an egg from Sayuri from this breeding set to hatch 1/23

Athleticism Major (2): Dasha is rather strong and physically capable (within the limitations of her major). She prides herself with staying in tip top shape and physically pushing herself to maintain it. However, she is not someone who bulks up, instead wearing more of a lean angular frame that can move fluidly. Her swordsmanship, while not often used, is constantly practiced as well.

Agility Minor (1): Light on her feet and fluid in her motions, Dasha can move. Her steps are careful, controlled, and have a certain measure of training and practice to them. It’s hard to dodge her and even harder to get ahold of her. However, figuring out her pattern is a start. She can be rather flexible as well and still enjoys some gymnastics now and again.

Strength Minor (1) - Dasha has enough practice or training to have built up some extra muscle. Heavy lifting maxes at about 150lbs (68kg) at a time comfortably which is more than enough to hold and control her swords. It's possible to lift more but causes muscle strain and pain in long intervals. In combat her swordsmanship can deal some pretty nasty damage.

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See Logan.

OOC name: Jayspurrr/Jay
Face Claim: [b]RWBY[/b], winter schnee as [i]Laska, Dasha [/i]
Continuity: Original
Other Characters? Logan Fairfax, Haiiro Navi
Starter Items: 4 Pokeballs, 2 Move Techs