Name: Natalya Darja Arlovskaya (Natallia Daria Arloŭskya)
Teacher, or Student?: Student
Honor Student, Or Delinquent?: Delinquents
Age: 1158 (looks 14 human terms)
Weapons: A wok
Class/Race: lady samurai/Succubus
Gender/Sexuality: Female Lesbian
Personality: Natalya is an obsessive person known to break people’s fingers to get what she wants. She has “Crushes” where she has a deep infatuation with certain people and stalks them. She has one main “crush” and will flit from mini-“crush” to mini-“crush”. Natalya is strong-willed, but in the worst way possible. She has been known to tear out the doorknob and opening the door to chant to Anastasiya, "Let's get marriedmarriedmarried!"
is a sweet looking girl with platinum blonde hair tied up in a white bow. She is a frail girl who is extremely short (4’6). Her pale skin burns easily and her green eyes seem to glow in certain lights.
She favours a Lolita style; she wears a long navy blue dress, with frilly white trim, a white hairbow, a white waist apron, and black shoes with black thigh-highs.
History: Youngest grandaughter of the famed succubus Naamah, Natalya was raised by her older brother Nazar Danylo along with her sister Anastasiya Mariya (Vanya). Because her personality was different from either of her siblings (Nazar a bit of a cry-baby with a big heart and Anastasiya gentle and naive, and not malicious, but insane) she thought she was a boy and both her siblings girls. She fell in love with her sister when Ana was in one of her insane periods, beating someone to death with a faucet pipe.
She started stalking her sister asking her to get married (actually trying to force her; once she tied Ana up and brought her to a church). Her seductions powers do not work on her sister, much to her dismay, as her sister is also a succubus. She enjoys stalking cute girls, beating boys who touch her “girlfriends” to a pulp and sewing. Her current project is a wedding dress
for her beloved Ana.
Reason for attending the Academy: Was sent there by older brother so she would stop stalking her sister
You... you really don't get it... do you? I... I love him... I'd die with him. Or for him. That's what you do... how you feel when you love someone. - Impulse