Vankova Komarovski
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- Age: Unknown
- Birthday: Unknown
- Species: TBD
- Gender: Female
- Family: Unknown
- Height: 5'2
- Hair: Orange fading to blonde
- Eyes: Gree
- Piercings: Cheeks
- Nationality: Russian
- Extra: Always wears her bow
- Sexuality: Straight
- Significant other: None
- Personality: Affable, gragarious, exuberant, dutiful, imaginative.
Likes:
Dislikes: |
Abilities: Granting wishes, flying, using magic.
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Background Story
Chapter 1:
There sat an Ivory box with a platinum plated lock and edges, painted with the highest quality paint in black, red, and gold. On the very top was a piece of glass in the shape of an oval, something was engraved on it but after so much time had passed it was no longer readable. The key that belonged to the box was a beautiful one, platinum in nature and Twisted into a beautiful design. It was passed down from generation to generation along with the box, a magical story went along with it, but the box was lonely and collecting dust now. Its stories having been forgotten after the last generation had passed, their children not even remembering the stories that were told to them as children. The attic door creaked open and caused the dust that had settled on it to rise up in a cloudy mess. A stream of light coming from a flash light spun around the room as those old stairs were finally put to use after so long and a young woman was the first to step foot in the dusty, cobweb covered, attic.
She wasn't alone, followed by her husband, younger sister, and baby brother. The four of them looked around at the boxes covered in blankets with settled dust on them, the old furniture that never made its way into the house, and one of them managed to climb over what looked like an old couch under a tarp to fling open the window. Only two windows and the other was hidden behind piles of 'junk' at least they could get fresh air while cleaning. Their father had died 5 years ago and it had already been a month since their mother passed, but they hadn't gotten to the attic just yet, not until now at least. Putting off the last bit of cleaning out the house as they clung to the nostalgic feeling that came with walking through the doorway each time they came to take things out. All four of them fitted in dirty clothes, already anticipating the filth they would have to work in up here, took a moment to find the light switch and give themselves a bit more light to work with. This was their parents whole lives in front of them and they had quite the job in front of them.
It took a long while to get that tattered couch, two dressers, a kitchen table, and chairs out of the attic. They were all amazed that their parents found some way to fit them up there to begin with! Next it was time to go through the boxes and make different piles for everything they found. A trash pile for any junk, a pile for anything they could sell, a pile for pictures and albums, there was a pile for useful items they could divide up at the end, and then there was a pile for any family heirlooms. There were tons of pictures and albums for each of the children, the wedding pictures, pictures from the old country, that pile filled up quick. It didn't take long for their legs started to get sore from transporting pictures, albums, trash, and fine china from the attic down to the bottom floor. They decided to call it quits at sunset no longer aided by the light outside. At least they managed to get all the furniture out and a fair amount of the blankets and tarps. They took what seemed like all the pictures down or at least what they managed to find and some beautiful fine china her mother probably brought from Russia that she cherished too much to use. They could pick back up tomorrow. First the oldest sister went down followed by her husband clutching a few pictures of her as a child, followed by the middle sister, before he could go down something rustled between the boxes.
Chapter 2:
They poked and giggled at him for hearing something, teasing it was probably a ghost or perhaps a dog sized rat. Pouting he went back up and turned the light back on flashing the light around to see what had made the noise. He went to the area he saw the boxes move but found nothing, standing and scratching the side of his head he looked down at one of the boxes that had writing on its side. It was written in Russian, 'хрупкий,Обращаться осторожно', which he translated into 'Fragile, handle with care', his Russian was rusty but he could read that much at least. He could hear his sister's voice downstairs talking loudly in her thick Russian accent to his sister and he rolled his eyes as he bent down near the box. He opened it and sneezed as some dust flooded his nose. He flashed the light into the box to find a black, red, and gold box. He picked it up and looked at it from all angles. There was some other things in the box probably more china, what looked like a broken jewelry box. But even though this box was a bit worn it was beautiful, he rubbed at the glass on top where the inscription had withered trying to read it.
He brought it down with him and his sisters ogled it with surprise and interest. He clung to it a bit territorially, he had found it after all, his older sister said some old Russian saying. Something about finders keepers. Maybe she was throwing him a bone for helping her husband carry down most of the furniture today. No idea why he would want to keep such a box, it looked like a jewelry box and it probably was but the writing on the top had him intrigued. Maybe if he cleaned it up a bit you could tell what it said and maybe it had something to do with a gift their father had given their mother? He was more of the sentimental type you could say and this box seemed special but it was locked. The box spent the night on the dresser next to his bed in his one bedroom apartment.
Bright and early the next morning the four of them once again found themselves up in the attic cracking open both windows to let the sun and air come in while letting any flying dust go out. They searched through the remaining boxes finding bills, papers, toys, jewelry, and pretty much their parents whole lives up there but he was worried about finding that key. By the end of the day everything had been searched through and the important stuff taken down stairs to weed through further. They swept, mopped, and dusted to make it presentable to any future buyers. He carefully picked through the stuff downstairs trying to find a key that looked like it matched the box. But there was nothing to be found. He asked each of them if they had found a key but they each said no. A dusty old cat crawled through the pet door in the back of the house coming to greet them with a lazy meow. He picked up the cat and held it away from himself, damned cat, if it hadn't come in they might have forgotten it. Magically everyone had left the house leaving him with the cat alone. Something jingled around its neck and he had an ear to ear grin on his face. His mother was a tricky woman, a smart woman, what a beautiful platinum key that was hanging from that cats neck. Maybe it was his mothers way of saying 'don't forget the cat!'
"Guess your coming home with me Chernavka" He grumbled as he locked the door behind him, cat under his arm.
Chapter 3:
He tossed the cat onto the bed but first he had taken the key from its collar and sat on his bed with key in hand and the box on his lap. He put the key into the hole and turned it, surprise surprise the key was a match. He had a giddy smile on his face as he gingerly opened the box to reveal a necklace inside. It was an vintage necklace with an antique design to it, it had a round amethyst colored jewel and hung from a shiny silver colored chain. Even though it had been sitting in that box for god knows how long it still had a beautiful shine to it as he lifted it from the box. It must have been worth a fortune! He assumed it was a gift from his father to his mother for an anniversary present or the birth of his eldest sister Vanya. He closed the top of the box to look at the engraving in the glass and frowned. It was Russian of course and he had no idea what it said, it was barely readable, one mystery solved the next was decoding the inscription.
He put the necklace on and held it in the palm of his hand. A bit too 'purple' for his taste, it probably suited a woman much better. He smiled and remembered the way his mother would kiss the jewelry his father bought her sometimes after he had died. As if she was kissing the last connection she had to him. He felt his chest tighten as he brought the necklace to his lips and planted a soft peck on it. He missed them both so much. Something very different happened from when his mother kissed her jewelry to when he kissed the jewel on the necklace. It started to glow and he took it off as fast as he could and tossed it onto the bed jumping back up against the wall. The light exploded and blinded him (and the cat) and he thought he was blind until it wore off after a few seconds. But he stood there dumbfounded as a young woman now sat on his bed next to the necklace. Her bright green eyes staring at him and he couldn't help but notice her orange hair, the WINGS coming out of her hips it seemed, and the tail swishing back and forth behind her. He must have fainted because he woke up to her putting a towel on his head with a warm smile.
He sat up and scooted back into the corner of his bed where two parts of the wall met pointing at her. She had a slight Russian accent and waved at him, she was patient as if this was nothing new to her. She introduced herself as Vankova Komarovski and explained that she lived inside of the necklace. She explained very long ago the gods gave humanity a gift after a volcanic eruption that killed thousands in a small village. The gods gave the surviving families each a box with a type of jewelry inside, something much more beautiful and advanced than the jewelry of the time. Within each of them lived the living soul and body of a _____________, a mythical creature they created for the humans benefits. The lived within the jewelry and when that particular piece was kissed the ___________ emerged to help its human. The __________ were supposed to make a pact with one human and they would become theirs until the day they died. They got their magic from the pact they made with the human, with a special kiss from their human they had the power to do anything, it was their humans life energy that fueled them. It was a give and take relationship.
Chapter 4:
He sat there looking stupider than ever as he tried to take in everything she had just said. Some clarification would have been nice or deeper detail but he stuck his hand up in the air as if he was in grade school. He was confused about the life energy part. The dusty old cat had made its home on the girls lap and she smiled sweetly. In order to make it so one person could not 'rule the world' per say, the gods made it so every time the human called upon the ________ powers they would have to sacrifice a little bit of their life in the process. That way if someone wanted to abuse their god given gift and become power hungry they would probably die before they got too far. If the piece of jewelry in which she lived was ever broken or destroyed she would disappear, maybe not die but she didn't know after all what was waiting for her once she was free from her shiny prison. She asked him his name and he replied, Adrik Levitan.
"I knew your mother. She was a wonderful woman and held me many times. She was afraid to use me and only used me once. She asked me for one thing and only that...the ability to have children. She was a very good woman, pure heart." She said smiling.
He sat there once again finding himself soaking in everything she had dumped on him. His mother was afraid of the power the necklace had, that's why she had hid the key on that damn cat. He was torn between asking more questions, thanking her for her service to his mother or he wouldn't have been born, or telling her to just go back into the necklace. He picked the first option, they sat there and talked for hours, the whole night it seemed. She told him about her life and his mother when she was young and the times she had been worn by her. She told him about her previous owners, their names, their wishes, their hearts. At the end of the night, more like early the next morning before the sun was about to rise, she gave him a comforting smile and asked him if he wished to make the pact with her. It only took him four seconds before he agreed. She plucked one of her feathers and it became sharp at its tip. She made a small cut in the palm of her hand and did the same to him. She entwined their hands together and their palms both seemed to glow a soft red and they felt so warm. When she pulled her hand away both of their wounds were healed.
"The strongest bond is between master and servant who spill blood for one another." She said looking him in the eyes.
Vankova spent a lot of time talking with Adrik, he would kiss the necklace just to see her and talk to her, their friendship grew unlike anything she had ever experienced. He asked for small little things, signed with a special kiss. Things like wanting to see her memories or fixing a broken bone. He often spoke of trying to see if wishing for her freedom would free her from her necklace or if it wasn't possible. What would happen to her if it worked? But before the theory could be tested he found a woman he fell in love with, a woman that was not confined to a necklace. Vankova became a memory as he was married, had two beautiful children, and became a hard working man. It wasn't until his wife was on her death bed at an early age that he woke her from her sleep with a kiss to the necklace. He begged her to save his wife, he would do anything.
"For a life a life must be given Adrik..." She said softly.
He understood exactly what she was saying. In the next few days he fixed up his will for his children, made sure all of his affairs were in order, and wrote a letter to his sister telling her to take special care of the jewelry box and its contents. He woke her again and she touched his cheek gingerly, he had become a man, he looked older than before. He put the necklace in her hands and she gave him one last kiss. She placed the necklace back in the box and closed it fading away to nothing as she returned back to the necklace. The next morning Adrik was in their bed dead and his wife was healthy once again. His oldest sister Vanya once again had to watch her loved one buried. She kept the box in a lock box in her home. Decades past and Vanya was buried, her children going through her belongings just as Vanya had gone through her parents so many years earlier. Finding the box they sold it to a very mysterious man who placed it in his little trinket shop, where Vankova slept until she would find a new master.
There sat an Ivory box with a platinum plated lock and edges, painted with the highest quality paint in black, red, and gold. On the very top was a piece of glass in the shape of an oval, something was engraved on it but after so much time had passed it was no longer readable. The key that belonged to the box was a beautiful one, platinum in nature and Twisted into a beautiful design. It was passed down from generation to generation along with the box, a magical story went along with it, but the box was lonely and collecting dust now. Its stories having been forgotten after the last generation had passed, their children not even remembering the stories that were told to them as children. The attic door creaked open and caused the dust that had settled on it to rise up in a cloudy mess. A stream of light coming from a flash light spun around the room as those old stairs were finally put to use after so long and a young woman was the first to step foot in the dusty, cobweb covered, attic.
She wasn't alone, followed by her husband, younger sister, and baby brother. The four of them looked around at the boxes covered in blankets with settled dust on them, the old furniture that never made its way into the house, and one of them managed to climb over what looked like an old couch under a tarp to fling open the window. Only two windows and the other was hidden behind piles of 'junk' at least they could get fresh air while cleaning. Their father had died 5 years ago and it had already been a month since their mother passed, but they hadn't gotten to the attic just yet, not until now at least. Putting off the last bit of cleaning out the house as they clung to the nostalgic feeling that came with walking through the doorway each time they came to take things out. All four of them fitted in dirty clothes, already anticipating the filth they would have to work in up here, took a moment to find the light switch and give themselves a bit more light to work with. This was their parents whole lives in front of them and they had quite the job in front of them.
It took a long while to get that tattered couch, two dressers, a kitchen table, and chairs out of the attic. They were all amazed that their parents found some way to fit them up there to begin with! Next it was time to go through the boxes and make different piles for everything they found. A trash pile for any junk, a pile for anything they could sell, a pile for pictures and albums, there was a pile for useful items they could divide up at the end, and then there was a pile for any family heirlooms. There were tons of pictures and albums for each of the children, the wedding pictures, pictures from the old country, that pile filled up quick. It didn't take long for their legs started to get sore from transporting pictures, albums, trash, and fine china from the attic down to the bottom floor. They decided to call it quits at sunset no longer aided by the light outside. At least they managed to get all the furniture out and a fair amount of the blankets and tarps. They took what seemed like all the pictures down or at least what they managed to find and some beautiful fine china her mother probably brought from Russia that she cherished too much to use. They could pick back up tomorrow. First the oldest sister went down followed by her husband clutching a few pictures of her as a child, followed by the middle sister, before he could go down something rustled between the boxes.
Chapter 2:
They poked and giggled at him for hearing something, teasing it was probably a ghost or perhaps a dog sized rat. Pouting he went back up and turned the light back on flashing the light around to see what had made the noise. He went to the area he saw the boxes move but found nothing, standing and scratching the side of his head he looked down at one of the boxes that had writing on its side. It was written in Russian, 'хрупкий,Обращаться осторожно', which he translated into 'Fragile, handle with care', his Russian was rusty but he could read that much at least. He could hear his sister's voice downstairs talking loudly in her thick Russian accent to his sister and he rolled his eyes as he bent down near the box. He opened it and sneezed as some dust flooded his nose. He flashed the light into the box to find a black, red, and gold box. He picked it up and looked at it from all angles. There was some other things in the box probably more china, what looked like a broken jewelry box. But even though this box was a bit worn it was beautiful, he rubbed at the glass on top where the inscription had withered trying to read it.
He brought it down with him and his sisters ogled it with surprise and interest. He clung to it a bit territorially, he had found it after all, his older sister said some old Russian saying. Something about finders keepers. Maybe she was throwing him a bone for helping her husband carry down most of the furniture today. No idea why he would want to keep such a box, it looked like a jewelry box and it probably was but the writing on the top had him intrigued. Maybe if he cleaned it up a bit you could tell what it said and maybe it had something to do with a gift their father had given their mother? He was more of the sentimental type you could say and this box seemed special but it was locked. The box spent the night on the dresser next to his bed in his one bedroom apartment.
Bright and early the next morning the four of them once again found themselves up in the attic cracking open both windows to let the sun and air come in while letting any flying dust go out. They searched through the remaining boxes finding bills, papers, toys, jewelry, and pretty much their parents whole lives up there but he was worried about finding that key. By the end of the day everything had been searched through and the important stuff taken down stairs to weed through further. They swept, mopped, and dusted to make it presentable to any future buyers. He carefully picked through the stuff downstairs trying to find a key that looked like it matched the box. But there was nothing to be found. He asked each of them if they had found a key but they each said no. A dusty old cat crawled through the pet door in the back of the house coming to greet them with a lazy meow. He picked up the cat and held it away from himself, damned cat, if it hadn't come in they might have forgotten it. Magically everyone had left the house leaving him with the cat alone. Something jingled around its neck and he had an ear to ear grin on his face. His mother was a tricky woman, a smart woman, what a beautiful platinum key that was hanging from that cats neck. Maybe it was his mothers way of saying 'don't forget the cat!'
"Guess your coming home with me Chernavka" He grumbled as he locked the door behind him, cat under his arm.
Chapter 3:
He tossed the cat onto the bed but first he had taken the key from its collar and sat on his bed with key in hand and the box on his lap. He put the key into the hole and turned it, surprise surprise the key was a match. He had a giddy smile on his face as he gingerly opened the box to reveal a necklace inside. It was an vintage necklace with an antique design to it, it had a round amethyst colored jewel and hung from a shiny silver colored chain. Even though it had been sitting in that box for god knows how long it still had a beautiful shine to it as he lifted it from the box. It must have been worth a fortune! He assumed it was a gift from his father to his mother for an anniversary present or the birth of his eldest sister Vanya. He closed the top of the box to look at the engraving in the glass and frowned. It was Russian of course and he had no idea what it said, it was barely readable, one mystery solved the next was decoding the inscription.
He put the necklace on and held it in the palm of his hand. A bit too 'purple' for his taste, it probably suited a woman much better. He smiled and remembered the way his mother would kiss the jewelry his father bought her sometimes after he had died. As if she was kissing the last connection she had to him. He felt his chest tighten as he brought the necklace to his lips and planted a soft peck on it. He missed them both so much. Something very different happened from when his mother kissed her jewelry to when he kissed the jewel on the necklace. It started to glow and he took it off as fast as he could and tossed it onto the bed jumping back up against the wall. The light exploded and blinded him (and the cat) and he thought he was blind until it wore off after a few seconds. But he stood there dumbfounded as a young woman now sat on his bed next to the necklace. Her bright green eyes staring at him and he couldn't help but notice her orange hair, the WINGS coming out of her hips it seemed, and the tail swishing back and forth behind her. He must have fainted because he woke up to her putting a towel on his head with a warm smile.
He sat up and scooted back into the corner of his bed where two parts of the wall met pointing at her. She had a slight Russian accent and waved at him, she was patient as if this was nothing new to her. She introduced herself as Vankova Komarovski and explained that she lived inside of the necklace. She explained very long ago the gods gave humanity a gift after a volcanic eruption that killed thousands in a small village. The gods gave the surviving families each a box with a type of jewelry inside, something much more beautiful and advanced than the jewelry of the time. Within each of them lived the living soul and body of a _____________, a mythical creature they created for the humans benefits. The lived within the jewelry and when that particular piece was kissed the ___________ emerged to help its human. The __________ were supposed to make a pact with one human and they would become theirs until the day they died. They got their magic from the pact they made with the human, with a special kiss from their human they had the power to do anything, it was their humans life energy that fueled them. It was a give and take relationship.
Chapter 4:
He sat there looking stupider than ever as he tried to take in everything she had just said. Some clarification would have been nice or deeper detail but he stuck his hand up in the air as if he was in grade school. He was confused about the life energy part. The dusty old cat had made its home on the girls lap and she smiled sweetly. In order to make it so one person could not 'rule the world' per say, the gods made it so every time the human called upon the ________ powers they would have to sacrifice a little bit of their life in the process. That way if someone wanted to abuse their god given gift and become power hungry they would probably die before they got too far. If the piece of jewelry in which she lived was ever broken or destroyed she would disappear, maybe not die but she didn't know after all what was waiting for her once she was free from her shiny prison. She asked him his name and he replied, Adrik Levitan.
"I knew your mother. She was a wonderful woman and held me many times. She was afraid to use me and only used me once. She asked me for one thing and only that...the ability to have children. She was a very good woman, pure heart." She said smiling.
He sat there once again finding himself soaking in everything she had dumped on him. His mother was afraid of the power the necklace had, that's why she had hid the key on that damn cat. He was torn between asking more questions, thanking her for her service to his mother or he wouldn't have been born, or telling her to just go back into the necklace. He picked the first option, they sat there and talked for hours, the whole night it seemed. She told him about her life and his mother when she was young and the times she had been worn by her. She told him about her previous owners, their names, their wishes, their hearts. At the end of the night, more like early the next morning before the sun was about to rise, she gave him a comforting smile and asked him if he wished to make the pact with her. It only took him four seconds before he agreed. She plucked one of her feathers and it became sharp at its tip. She made a small cut in the palm of her hand and did the same to him. She entwined their hands together and their palms both seemed to glow a soft red and they felt so warm. When she pulled her hand away both of their wounds were healed.
"The strongest bond is between master and servant who spill blood for one another." She said looking him in the eyes.
Vankova spent a lot of time talking with Adrik, he would kiss the necklace just to see her and talk to her, their friendship grew unlike anything she had ever experienced. He asked for small little things, signed with a special kiss. Things like wanting to see her memories or fixing a broken bone. He often spoke of trying to see if wishing for her freedom would free her from her necklace or if it wasn't possible. What would happen to her if it worked? But before the theory could be tested he found a woman he fell in love with, a woman that was not confined to a necklace. Vankova became a memory as he was married, had two beautiful children, and became a hard working man. It wasn't until his wife was on her death bed at an early age that he woke her from her sleep with a kiss to the necklace. He begged her to save his wife, he would do anything.
"For a life a life must be given Adrik..." She said softly.
He understood exactly what she was saying. In the next few days he fixed up his will for his children, made sure all of his affairs were in order, and wrote a letter to his sister telling her to take special care of the jewelry box and its contents. He woke her again and she touched his cheek gingerly, he had become a man, he looked older than before. He put the necklace in her hands and she gave him one last kiss. She placed the necklace back in the box and closed it fading away to nothing as she returned back to the necklace. The next morning Adrik was in their bed dead and his wife was healthy once again. His oldest sister Vanya once again had to watch her loved one buried. She kept the box in a lock box in her home. Decades past and Vanya was buried, her children going through her belongings just as Vanya had gone through her parents so many years earlier. Finding the box they sold it to a very mysterious man who placed it in his little trinket shop, where Vankova slept until she would find a new master.