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ββββββββββ π£ππͺπ¦π©πΆ ββββββββββKatarina was born when the last leaves fell from the trees β on the 29th of October the Dolohovβs gave life to their daughter. The child came from the womb in silence, not a cry or whimper sounded; the only thing breaking the quiet being the violent rain slamming against the windows and the sobbing of her mother, whom held the child in her arms for the remainder of the night. Her father, however, didnβt meet his daughter until a few days after she was born, having gone on a mission in the name of Voldemort.Antonin Dolohov was a distant man; he never expressed love towards his wife, nor to his daughter. He had given his life to Voldemort before either of them came into it, and thus his profession was the very thing that drove him. All the dedication the man bore was given to his Lord, leaving nothing left for his family. He was rarely home and when he was, he locked himself in his study.
The times in which he was around his wife and daughter, however, were less than pleasant. Antonin saw great importance in discipline and a strong mind, wanting to shape his family to have just that. But Katarinaβs mother had a gentle, delicate heart, never bearing ill will towards anyone; the woman wouldnβt harm a fly and cowered in the shadows when confrontation was near, much to Antoninβs distaste. All that Katarina could remember when it came to the relationship of her parents was shouting, crying, slaps and bruises β yet Antonin has never laid a hand on his daughter.What Antonin thought was disciplining his wife, only delivered opposite results. The woman was scared, flinching whenever he would raise his hand and whimpering as soon as his voice rose. When it was at last requested that she joined Voldemortβs forces she profoundly denied, weeping and panicking for all Death Eaters to see. This cost her her life, and painfully so β disgracing her husband and their name for the years to come.Young Katarina saw it happen as she peeked through the crack of a door - saw her mother sobbing and pleading for her life, falling to her knees on the marble floor beneath her. Flashes of red would light up the room before they would be followed up by a green one, only for darkness to fall forever. Right then, Katarina had vowed to herself that she would never be as scared and as helpless as her mother had been, now knowing that it would result in nothing but pain, death and shame.It was years later when Katarina would be faced with the same choice her mother was forced to make. Either join Voldemort or declare herself as his enemy. Katarina, however, didnβt want to pick sides β neither good nor evil. For the sake of her father's name it wasnβt a decision she wanted to make. . .and so she fled before the day would ever come, leaving behind life as she knew it and not once looking back. She never returned to Hogwarts, being the first Ravenclaw to drop out.ββββββββββ ππ―π¬π£π’π°π°π¦π¬π«ββββββββββShe was angry, however - angry at her mother for leaving her alone, angry with her father for letting it happen, and angry because she had seen the life leave her mom's eyes, had seen the blood spill onto the floor. The images taunted her at night for years after it had happened. They'd haunt her for the remainder of her life, she knew, and the anger would always be with her.
It was a fury Katerina could only let go of by doing the same thing Voldemort did - by spilling blood, hoping that if she would see it again and again, it would make her mother's death meaningless.Katerina got herself into fights; in pubs, in alleyways. Before long the fights became more regular, and soon enough she was able to provide herself with a roof above her head when bids were placed and fights were won. But still the anger was always there, never leaving, as stuck to her as her own shadow was.One day a hooded figure approached her, telling her he had been watching her - offered her good money to kill a particular someone, figuring she could do it by the way she fought. It was a decision Katarina should've taken longer to make, but her own wrath had consumed her and the money would offer her certainty of having a place to live, at least for the months to come.This became her first of many jobs, and the rest was history.As killing slowly turned into Katarina's profession, she noticed there was a high demand. Businessmen, Ministry of Magic employees, bartenders - all kinds of folk were holding a grudge, too fearful to deal with it themselves, or unwilling to dirty their own hands when a lowlife could do it for them. The young woman learned it was a dangerous job the hard way; people talked, and people remembered faces as well as they remembered names. From that day on Katarina was no more, for she resumed her life under the alias of Crow - the birds were around always, widely known as the omen of death, and they would catch her eye whenever she crossed another name off her list.Killing was something Crow revelled in. It silenced her mind, eased her heart and was something she did with such precise execution that it was the sole thing she focused on. Once done, the thoughts that previously infected her mind with malice would be long gone.
The way she took one's life totally depended on both the day she had and the target that had been given to her. Sometimes she killed them with a simple Avada Kedavra - however much she dislikes this method - and other times she'd let the person's suffering drag on for days on end, killing them slowly. Sometimes this was requested by her client, other times it's by choice.
No matter how she carried out the job, one thing was for sure; Crow had /a lot/ of blood on her hands. She would write down the names of her targets in a notebook and crossed it out as soon as the person had been eliminated - and Crow owned multiple.Crow liked to hold onto them, a reminder of who she was and the fact she hasn't failed once. It delivered an odd kind of pride, and despite the fact that she'd cut all ties with her past, she would sometimes wonder if her father would be proud of the woman she'd become β or if he'd absolutely hate the monster she truly is.Dolohov now continues to live her life in the shadows, contacted by those who know how to contact her - her circle isn't very big, for she didn't want to attract any attention as reckless Katarina would have done in the past. Crow observes, listens, and rarely speaks β knowledge is power, and information is the deadly weapon.ββββββββββ π±π₯π’ π°π±π―π’π’π±π°ββββββββββBetween running away and becoming a contract killer, Crow was homeless for a year. She soon learned that she couldnβt survive on her own on the streets β not as a young girl, muscles weak and mind naΓ―ve. She found herself a group of others and remained to be with them for a while.
This was when she met her first and only love, Hunter, whom got stabbed to death when he couldnβt pay his debt to a local drug dealer.
After his death Crow had left the group, heart aching and anger searing - tears never drying. This was when she taught herself the art of fighting, scared that the same fate awaited her.A year later she tracked down the dealer and took his life β blood for blood.This period of her life shaped the person she is today. Alone by choice, aching in silence, for Hunterβs death was something she never really left behind. It taught her a lot about the streets and the people sheβs surrounded with every day β everyone lives for themselves and life is unfair. And so she lives by natural selection; survival of the fittest.
Crow is very distant and very quiet, often described as cold and rude as a result. It had been so ever since she was a child; she much rather isolated herself with a book instead of going out and playing with her peers. Socializing is something she avoids whenever she can, and thus she is seen alone most of the time. She doesnβt really have friends β there are people she regularly interacts with, but itβs no more than shallow contact, void of any meaning.
She is terrified of getting close to people, so as a result Crow avoids relationships all together.
Once upon a time she had loved and lost Hunter; after all the injuries sheβs had in life, Crow had come to the conclusion that heartbreak and loss were by far the most painful.
Ever since she'd lost him, her bad characteristics only worsened. She gets angry quicker, drinks faster, kills slower. And when she snaps, thereβs no tying it back together. Murder is something she has gotten in contact with at an age far too young, which normalized it, despite the mental and emotional scars it has left her with.
When Crow is angry - really angry -, however, there's no stopping her. The same thing counts for when she is sad; she'll resort to rage, punching the wall - or a person - until the skin of her knuckles splits open and all there is to be let out are tears. Crying is something she absolutely /despises/, but most of the time it's all there will be left once the anger has been released and her body is left trembling from it. She'll cry, but never in front of someone else.
- Crow has no contact with her father and avoids death eaters like the plague, too scared she would get sucked into it despite it all. She doesn't bear hatred towards them, but it's a trigger that'll flood up the memories of her mother's death.
- Crow is a ravenclaw, but dropped out of Hogwarts as soon as she ran from home, which was during her fifth year. It wasn't until two years after that when the fights became more serious.
- Her anger is something she conceals very, very well, unless you push the right buttons. It's something she strictly saves for business hours or training, for Crow is very careful when it comes to protecting her cover.
- She is a distant person. Crow rarely trusts anyone and is very wary of anyone interacting with her more than a customer would. Her job has made her quite paranoid - you'll rarely - if ever - see a smile on her face, for she is all business. She hasn't had a taste yet of the life a regular young woman should have, nor is she interested in such things.
- If you manage to get through to her, however, she's a very eager person, and more of a giver rather than a taker. Whenever she's shy or doesn't know how to react, she'll most likely be punching you against the arm, maybe a little too hard than she intended to.
- After Hunter, she hasn't had a lover. He was her first and only; she seeks physical contact every now and then, mostly when she is drunk and isn't capable of rational thinking. Kissing is something she likes to avoid, much like hugging; it's far too intimate for her, reminding of times she'd much rather forget.