tinatin: (Nina)
2037-08-13 07:04 pm

Permissions/Contact Post

CHARACTER NAME: "Nina Tinatin"
CHARACTER SERIES: Original. Canon is in several unpublished novels.

[OOC]
This is the permissions list for OOC (out of character), activity.
Answer the following questions with "yes" or "no", as well as additional information if desired.

Backtagging: Yes
Threadhopping: Yes
Fourthwalling: Yes
Offensive subjects (elaborate): I'm not easily offended.

[IC]
This is the permissions list for IC (in-character), activity.
Answer the following questions with "yes" or "no", as well as additional information if desired. With IC permissions, it's a good idea to elaborate on what other players can expect from your character if they choose to do any of the following:

Hugging this character: Yes
Kissing this character: Yes
Flirting with this character: Yes
Fighting with this character: Yes
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): Yes. Nothing permanent.
Killing this character: No.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Yes.

Warnings: Nina has a dark past, and hugging, kissing, flirting, and fighting might not be welcome. Tread carefully.


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tinatin: (thinking)
2015-11-13 04:54 pm

(no subject)

She wanted to live.  Not just survive, but every cell in her body wanted to live and enjoy and be happy.  She wanted to get up and do all of the things that people took for granted everyday.

It was impossible.  Nina's days were now spent in a candlelit bedroom with two crazy women.  Rai, the crazier of the two, kept threatening to cut off more pieces of her.  They wanted to hear screams.  They wanted her to beg, and apologize, but that just wasn't happening.

Her two captors picked her up one day, threw her in the car, and dumped her on the side of the road.  They told her that she was useless, boring, and that they needed a new toy.  Neither of them worried that Nina would get away and talk to anyone.  She seemed half dead and was missing several parts.

Once they were gone, she struggled and crawled, trying to find the way out of the ditch and to a phone so that she could call for help.

tinatin: (thinking)
2015-11-10 04:41 pm

(no subject)

Taylor's eyes.

That's the first thing Nina noticed in the photograph.  Her Taylor's eyes.  She didn't have many memories left of her dead husband, but there were a few things she would never forget.  His eyes, the curve of his lips.

"Where did you get this?"  she asked, to the girl in front of her.  She was no more than eighteen, and had a head full of red hair.

"That's my fiance.  Are you his birth mother?  He's been looking for you."

"Birth mother?"

"His Mom gave him up for adoption when he was two... and he's been searching for her.  You look just like this picture that he has."  The girl held out a locket, containing two photographs. 

Nina fought back tears when she saw a photograph of her and her dead husband.

"...Tariel."

"Yes."  The woman nodded, and dabbed her eyes with a tissue.  "The two of us are getting married.  We can't afford rings, or... much of anything, but we're so happy.  After the baby comes I'm going back to work."

"Baby?"

"Yes!  You're going to be a Grandmother!"

Logic would tell Nina to demand tests- to demand to meet the young man.  It would tell her to get some proof.   Instead, Nina couldn't stop looking at the photograph of a young man that was a mix of her and Taylor.  Her son that she thought was dead.

The girl kept talking, asking things of Nina.  Something about a wedding and a baby.  More about her son.

And then she was gone.

When Nina looked down at her hand, her wedding ring was gone.
tinatin: (brunette drawing)
2015-11-02 09:58 am

cross-posted to muserevival

 - "I think you should only wear jewellery if it has a story behind it." - Robert Carlyle

When Nina first got the golden ring, tiny petals fluttered all around her as she looked into the eyes of her new husband.  The two of them were in a field filled with a colorful rainbow of flowers and surrounded by their closest friends and family.

Read more... )

Muse: Nina Tinatin
Canon: OC
Wordcount: 500+


tinatin: (Default)
2015-09-25 07:35 pm

(no subject)

Mama
Father

Taylor
Tariel

Cyrus


I vow never to forget any of you.
tinatin: (Nina)
2015-08-14 11:53 pm
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Bio

Nina was born as Elene Tugushi, in Tsibili, Georgia, in 1914.  Her parents were both intellectuals and they expected their daughter to do the same.

Young Elene was more interested in the outdoors, cooking, and sewing, and frequently went to the woods to escape.  That is where she was on Feburary 25th, 1921, when her town was attacked by Russians.  She met Janie, a young time traveler, and they were away from home for days.  When she returned, everything was different.  Her town was now under the control of Russians.

Over the next decade, she spent time with her time traveler friend, and tried to rebel against the parents that wanted to teach her in secret.  Her world was ripped from her again when her Mother and Father were 'purged' in 1937.  She wasn't home at the time and has regretted it ever since.

Her friend took her away, to another world, where she moved on and found a new identity.  She fell in love and married, and had one child.  A war tore that world apart and she lost her family once again.  She moved in with her friend and lived happily for many years, even stopping a war, then her friend left with no notice.  That is where she is today.
tinatin: (Default)
2015-08-13 11:00 am

(no subject)

I lived with my best friend until last week. The two of us have suffered many things together, and have sworn to be friends for an eternity. She has saved my life several occasions.

Last week's Tuesday, she was strange. That is not unusual for she can be an eccentric woman. The strangeness was her insistence on doing certain things. She was gone on that Wednesday morning, with a note saying goodbye, and a very large check.

I miss her, my Nestan. She has taken care of me very well, but I want more than money. I want my friend.

Nestan Darejan, where are you? Tinatin is searching. Please come back.