KATYA DMYTRUK

[Katya Dmytruk (11)]

DMYTRUK, KATYA

NAME: Katya Dmytruk
GENDER: Female
BIRTHDATE: June 18, 1987
AGE: 22
ETHNICITY: Russian
HOMETOWN: Kirovsk, Russia
FOUND IN: St. Petersburg, Russia
NATIVE LANGUAGE: Russian
SPEAKS ENGLISH: Yes, quite well.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Kat's dark hair has been chopped short several times during her long stay in the labs, but for the present it is grown out long and thick, with soft, natural waves. Her eyes are brown as well, but a lighter shade than her hair; in fact, they almost look golden if the light is right. Olive skin covers every inch of her 5'6", 110lb form. She is built petite, and is thinner than she probably should be---she has a hard time eating very much, because her body gets fatigued in the process. Kat has no birthmarks or tattoos (aside from the one the scientists gave her upon her arrival).

PERSONALITY:
Perhaps the single best word to describe Kat is lost. After six years of enduring harsh experiments, her memory has been so overworked by trying to weed out and extract the bad memories while keeping the good ones, that it eventually just snapped. There's hardly any memory left now, aside from the basics; some days she can't even remember her own name. Hand-in-hand with being lost is being lonely. She tends to cling to Julien, because he's the only one she can really remember. But even Jules doesn't usually want much to do with her. She's a burden on everyone and she knows and detests the fact.

Physically, Katya is weak, and because of this, she has taken on a submissive way of life. She knows she can't fight the scientists, so she doesn't even try anymore. She's heard that number, eleven, called over the loudspeaker so many times that it almost doesn't affect her anymore. She's beginning to accept that this is the life she's been given, and she lives from day to day, just trying to endure. She tries very hard to be optimistic, but in a place like the labs, it's a hard battle.

But despite her chronic fatigue, memory loss, and outward passiveness, she has not forgotten how to be stubborn and persistant. No one knows this better than Julien, who tends to be the person to get her riled up ninety percent of the time. But when she gets worked up, it almost always leads to some sort of stress-related complication; sometimes she will pass out, or develop an intolerable migraine, or just get so out of breath that she has to sit.

MEMORIES & POSSESSIONS:
Even in comparison to most of the other residents at the labs, Kat has a very empty mind. Her mind is so tired, just like the rest of her, that it has given up trying to hold onto the few things that remain in her mind. When it comes to remembering, some days are better than others. On the good days, she can remember her full name---Katya Aleksandrina Dmytruk---along with her age, the date of her birth, and the name of the city Kirovsk. Sometimes she even can catch glimpses of such a city, and she always assumes it is Kirovsk, though more often than not, it is really St. Petersburg. On not-so-good days, she sometimes will hardly even remember her name is Kat. She gets lost in the labs on days like that, sometimes, and will sometimes wander for hours before someone realizes she's lost and points her in the right direction. But no matter how bad her memory is on any given day, she always knows Julien. He's as familiar as the name "Kat", drilled so far into her brain that she couldn't get rid of it if she tried. But it's not the present Jules that is fresh in her mind; it's that smiling Jules, the one who actually showed a glimmer of happiness every now ant then. She's not sure how long it's been, but she knows that he was happy once, and it depresses her to know that things have changed so much.

Kat has bargained away a lot of what she came to the labs with. (Which was a lot; she was given as much time as she wanted to pack because she came to the labs with full knowledge of what she'd be used for.) Everything she had with her eventually became so trivial that she would have no qualms trading the items for any random thing she felt a need for: extra soap, clothes when hers got ruined, even a pack of cigarettes once, just to try them. Now, she's left with a wardrobe made up of clothes from origins unknown and a few items she just couldn't seem to let go of, including a few pieces of jewelry, a small pile of love notes addressed to Liza and signed Rurik, some drawings that looked like they were done by a small child, and a matchbox with a portrait of a laughing blonde woman printed on the front that the bunch is kept in.

CANON/ORIGINAL: Canon!
PLAY-BY: Shannyn Sossamon
REQUESTED NUMBER: 11
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