BJBB: Jiska [V.1]

<sub>Natheo: Hey, Natheo Alisdair here... I’m just some ordinary kitchen boy asked to fill this up. I honestly don’t know what this form is for…
… I was just peeling potatoes when she came bursting in and shoved this piece of paper into my face… I tried asking what this was for but she said it was really none of my business.
*sigh*
Anyway, she’ll give me the glare again if I don’t finish this soon so… here goes nothing:

Name: Jiska (pronounced as ‘his-ka’) Romanov
Card no. : 5 of clover (… no idea)
Occupation: cleaner / con artist (heck, why did she choose this occupation anyway?)

Appearance: her ears are white on the right and black on the other; she has the Roman numeral number 5 on her white ear and always wears this platinum clover pendant.
Weapons: black diamond rod – a raw stone fashioned into a rod that can cut through anything except Jiska’s handmade gloves which she wears whenever she uses it. (I made it … she can’t go around the city looking like a doll, defenseless …seriously.)

Personality:
How should I say this - Jiska is, technically, dense when it comes to romantic advances; she won’t flinch even if a guy’s face is a millimetre away from hers (…and I’ll beat the hell out of that guy). She’s as sharp as tack on everything except human feelings. Jiska is perfectly cynical but sort out which of the lines she is spewing out are the facts and the lies, and you’ll have her undivided trust.
(…but then again she loves lying … so… go figure.)
She’s quite insensitive when dealing with others and almost always gets herself or people in trouble because of that, I tried talking to one of her friends about her inattentiveness and it turns out that she’s totally the opposite when it comes to her peers. However unapproachable she may seem she has a knack of acquiring friends who are most loyal to her and her to them. (…that includes me, I guess…)

History:
I heard from the maids that Jiska Romanov was sold in an auction like all the other human dolls before her, her platinum coloured eyes and dollish looks were somehow rare and therefore auction-worthy.
A family bought her for “show” and treated her like an outcast afterwards, the grandmother, however took Jiska under her wing and… harshly trained Jiska to be the proper lady the grandmother wants her to be, so much so that Jiska has become immune to the pain of any torment inflicted on her.
Unlike all the other human dolls sold, Jiska is treated like the rag doll she is; sleeping in the doll room, dressing like a doll, seated in a corner for decoration and the list goes on, it was only the grandmother who really acknowledged her existence in the household as something alive.
One day, the grandmother yanked Jiska out of her doll room and made Jiska attend parties with her, soon enough, Jiska’s training, to tolerate humans and all, paid off; Jiska has charmed every guest in almost all of the parties they have attended. Everybody wants to befriend or even just see the grandmother’s “Black Doll”.
The family, driven by jealousy and afraid of losing their inheritance, devised a plan to get Jiska out of the picture. That night, they’ve put poison in the grandmother’s night time tea. Jiska saw this and tried to stop the old woman from drinking it but it was too late.
The grandmother, as it turns out, knew it was poisoned but she drank it anyway, with the poison slowly taking effect she told Jiska to go as far away as she can from the family and to never come back. “Now I know why you hate us humans…” the old woman wheezed.
“Jiska, my dear… … please don’t hate me.” the grandmother said on her last breath.
And now, Jiska has stumbled upon a certain job… which she won’t tell me about, and is planning to go independent once she gets accepted there, in the meantime I’m doing my best to keep her away from the family’s attempts to kill her. She needs to get out of here.

Others:
- Jiska’s reputation as the “Black Doll” of human gatherings was, for some reason, not that welcome to the… “It’s-none-of-my-business”. (She’s an outcast, forever HAHA!)
- She loves practicing Krav Maga.
- Jiska likes roses and grows rare ones… somewhere.
- She is fond of black, red, white and …coffee. (What, that’s what she told me.)
- Jiska is a certified Traceuse, and yes, she practices with those heels.
- She loves her dresses, even though they’re outrageously grandiose or whatever; she would mash up those quirky pieces together and still pull off that elegant dollish look she always has.
- Jiska is (literally) as useless as a rag doll when she is carried, so if you want to stop her from doing anything: carry her away from it. (…works for me all the time.)

Natheo: so that’s that…
Ok …look… whoever you are and whatever you’re planning to do with Ms Jiska here is “really none of my business” … but -
lay one finger on her and it’ll be the last thing you’ll do alive.
… just saying. ^.^
I have the feeling that once she turns over this paper to you, she’ll be gone from this mansion…for good, which is probably the best for her right now.

Please do take care of her…
I…
*clears throat*
Enough said, just take care of her, ok?

me: I like mangoes</sub>

_{omg first version of Jiska was trad AHAHAH ohmygod --- it seems like yesterday when --I suddenly feel old // CRINGES AT HOW I USED TO WRITE BACK THEN}