Sofka Vladimirov

• Character Information

  Stolen as an infant from her parents, Sofka Vladimirov knows no life outside the one provided to her by the Great Worm Cult. She also doesn’t know what the world was like before beyond the ruins, having been born five years after the war. As she grew older, she was told that her parents gave her up willingly, and this has instilled a deep hatred for those unknown individuals, one that drives Sofka to seek them out for the sole purpose of ending their lives and consuming them. It's this desire for revenge that made her a scout for the cult. Indoctrinated into their beliefs, Sofka actively seeks out the weaker individuals that exist both inside and out of collapsed tunnel near Kiyevskaya Station. 

  Sofka might have grown to be a nice, respectful young lady if she'd been raised by her parents, but the cult has twisted her into something cold and heartless--with the exception of one person: a boy she considers her brother. When Dimi was found and taken in by the cult, Sofka treated him hatefully. She enjoyed the favor sprinkled upon her by her new parents, so when they took in another child, she felt immense jealousy.

  Over time, Sofka finally accepted Dimi, often protecting and shielding him from danger. When it came to their meals, she often let him feast first, instead opting to eat the parts of he didn't like. The two traveled together often, seeking supplies and fresh bodies--normally those wounded and left behind. Until Dimi vanished. Sofka searched and searched for him to no avail, finally returning home to deliver the news to those that had taken her in.

  As time passed, Sofka's hurt began to heal, and she returned to her normal duties, living and breathing the doctrine of the Great Worm Cult.

Recent Posts

1. 

   Chance Encounters

   July 24, 2020

   "At the end of the maintenance connection," she whispered faintly, feeling his shakes, "you'll have to stand on the ledge and jump forward about five or so feet... Sinkhole... opened up. Don't know how deep."
   It was a terrifying fact about their travel to be revealed, when she was being carried and they were almost blind. "Lighter in... pocket. If you can't jump that far, go to the side and hug the lip. But be careful, stones are loose. Cross to the other side, another longer maintenance tunnel. We are south... of Park.... Next tunnel veers left, and eventually connects to... Red..." She didn't finish. Her consciousness slipped, leaving the men to figure out how to cross the sinkhole with an unconscious woman with them.
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2. 

   Chance Encounters

   July 24, 2020

   Something of a smirk toyed briefly with the corners of her mouth, a half attempt at another chuckle leaving her throat as a rasping, rattling atrocity of a thing. She wheezed, but something shifted in her demeanor. It was faint, but it was enough. Sofka didn't exactly want to go back home. How could she? Her actions led to several of theirs dead, and that coupled with her state made her a cheaper dinner than she was a scout.
   Her head rested against his shoulder, eyes drifting shut again. She wasn't asleep though. "When you leave this room, go right. Not toward the light, but away from it. Three hundred steps, turn left. Five hundred, sixty-two, you'll find a maintenance connection on your right. Go through it..."
   More directions would come when it was needed, if she was still alive.
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3. 

   Chance Encounters

   July 24, 2020

   Sofka felt Mischa pick her up, and she tried her best to assist him in that matter. She leaned toward him, knowing that it would at least help his balance. She struggled to lift one arm and drape it around his shoulder. The bleeding on her wound was slowing, but it was less because it was clotting and more because she was so close to death.
   "Heh," Sofka choked suddenly, laughing. "Bet you never thought you'd be carrying a dying cannibal somewhere."
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4. 

   Chance Encounters

   July 24, 2020

   A wicked grin split her lips open, but her eyes remained closed even as he shook her. It knocked her off balance and she began to lean to the side, only to be snatched back up by her hair. Her eyes finally opened, that bright, silvery gray dulled by her current state.
   "I'm going to die anyways," Sofka breathed. The fight had gone out of her by then. She couldn't move her body, she couldn't feel her side. Soon, it would be her time to go, and it seemed that was her punishment for defying the Great Worm. Tears stung at the back of her eyes, but even as she lingered on the edge of the veil between life and death, she wouldn't let someone see her cry.
   "Just, walk. If you hear noises, don't go that way. I'm not... I'm not gonna be able to... to... to..." she trailed off, her consciousness threatening to slip away.
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5. 

   Chance Encounters

   July 24, 2020

   "Fuck you," she growled, but it was weak. She shifted against the wall, her hand moving to her side as she pushed her jacket into her wound. She'd lost too much blood by now, and Sofka moved lethargically. Her lips trembled, eyelashes fluttering. After a moment, she coughed and it hurt her.
   "Just follow the tracks away from Park Pobedy," she said after a moment, her breath hardly more than a whisper. "You'll eventually find your way, if you just keep... moving away..."
   Sofka's arms fell to her sides and her eyes drifted shut, a weak exhale of breath leaving her longs.
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6. 

   Chance Encounters

   July 24, 2020

   It lasted a while and an hour passed. Another did too, and it crawled. The horrid stench, the faint light of the lantern, the lack of a way to clean oneself: it was absolutely dreadful. But eventually, Sofka began to stir. Her breath hitched in her chest and she gasped, startled and disoriented. She had no idea where she was and she pushed herself up. It hurt badly. Slowly, the youth pushed herself up first onto her knees and then, with the aid of the wall, stood to her feet.
   Her victory was brief though, for her knees soon gave out and she collapsed to the floor again. She was dying, and she knew it. Tearing the wound in the way she had made it far worse and she was afraid it would prove fatal. Sofka groaned, and when she spoke her words were hoarse.
   "Where the fuck... are we?" she struggled. 
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7. 

   Chance Encounters

   July 24, 2020

   There would be eventually, but it felt like a longer walk than it should have been. Perhaps that was in part because Sofka was fifty kilograms of dead weight at that moment. She was still bleeding and as Grischa carried her, the warm liquid would leak onto him. She was almost pretty, if you could get past the fact that was a conniving, brainwashed cannibal that would sooner bite off someone's manhood and roast it for dinner.
   As they continued, they'd eventually find a door off to the side that led to a maintenance/supply room of some sort. It'd been raided long ago and it was empty, save for an oil lamp that sat in its corner. How it got there was purely coincidence more than likely, and might have had a bit to do with the Great Worm Cult's fear of technology. Either way, a lighter was all that was needed and if one of the men took the time to pat Sofka down, they'd find one in her pocket. 
   Sofka remained unaware of where she was, of the pain she was in, and of the bad state of her body. At least with the tranquilizers in her system, she didn't feel a thing.
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8. 

   Chance Encounters

   July 24, 2020

   The two would find that they had circled and returned to Park Pobedy. The man hadn't returned yet, still beyond the door seeking assistance with dragging their dinner to the butcher. If the men weren't looking down, surely their foot would come into contact with Sofka's unconcious body. The girl's breath was uneven, faint. She was bloody and beaten, and honestly it would be a wonder if she didn't end up with some sort of infection.
   For the moment, all was quiet. The gate led into a tunnel that continued for a bit longer, winding away and quickly out of sight. Fyodor wouldn't be back for several minutes, and he knew that he had an hour, maybe two before Sofka would wake--and that was if she didn't die first. The tranquilizers probably weren't the best thing to have in her system considering her present state, but there was nothing she could do about it as she lay there.
   Mischa and Grischa had a choice to make: take her with them, or leave her to her fate.
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9. 

   Chance Encounters

   July 22, 2020

   With Grischa’s lighter dying, the light in the direction of Park Pobedy seemed brighter. The shadow, which appeared not unlike the Neanderthals of early humanity in the glow of fire, continued to pull its quarry with the limited use forced by his only functioning arm. He rounded a corner that took him out of sight. 
   Fyodor dropped Sofka’s head, the unconscious girl’s skull hitting the concrete underneath her with a heavy thud. He couldn’t open the gate that separated this section of the station while his good hand was occupied, and considering what she’d done to him, he didn’t think a cracked skull was too much to give in return. Looking down, he kicked her in the side once, twice, even a third time to make sure she was still completely out. Satisfied, he grunted and unlocked the door, tugging it open and slipping inside. 
   Fyodor needed assistance, and though he hated asking for help, he couldn’t exactly pull the girl through the door and hold it open at the same time. The tranquilizers in the girl’s system gave him an hour, two tops to figure out how to address the issue. He decided to seek out one of the other cultists, leaving Sofka behind. 
   The illuminated path clearly wasn’t the escape, and that left the two men with a choice as to where they’d go and what they’d do.
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10. 

    Chance Encounters

    July 21, 2020

    Sofka watched, knowing Fyodor would soon return. If she were certain about the Great Worm’s opinion regarding her, she might have taken the chance to escape as well. Instead, she waited until the flickering light left her sight before rising from the cot. Fyodor’s voice echoed from outside the makeshift prison and she leapt to her feet, grimacing and finally expressing her discomfort openly now that there was no one to put a front on for.
    Moving the toilet back in place proved more difficult than she expected, and though the bullet wound in her side wasn’t lethal, she felt it stretch and tear as she exerted herself to move it back in place. Blood soaked her shirt and began seeping into her jeans as she returned to the cot, her breath labored and skin more pale than it normally was. 
    “Where are they, Sofka?” Fyodor growled. His arm hung limply at his side. One of the elders stood beside him, watching with keen interest. To the naked eye, Grischa and Misha had simply disappeared. 
    “It doesn’t matter,” the elder said. “Bring her.”
    The elder stepped away from the door, fetching one of the blowguns and a dart.  “Since you clearly can’t handle a girl that’s already wounded,” he said, leaving.
    It wasn’t so simple to load it as he hoped, not with one arm useless. When Fyodor finally succeeded and raised it toward Sofka, she’d already slumped over. Just to be safe, he pelted her with the dart anyway before opening the cell and grabbing her by her hair. 
    
     
    The tunnel ended with a grate that opened into one of the maintenance shafts, but it would need to be forced out of its place. One direction led away from where they’d come from, the other wrapped back around to the door that led to the prison. A shadow, distorted by flickering light, stretched across the wall. Whoever it was was dragging something—or someone. 
     
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Topics I Participated In

1. 

   Chance Encounters

   Started by Sofka Vladimirov · July 11, 2020

   Sofka crept quietly through the tunnels, always listening. She moved with the familiarity born of running them on the days the Great Worm was silent for the majority of her life, and she could navigate them in the dark. It wasn't her preferred method, but her ears and nose were just as good as her eyes when it came to guiding herself. Sofka usually worked these days, but she'd asked permission to return to the tunnel where she'd last seen Dima. She knew her in her gut he wouldn't be there, but she could always look again.
   It wasn't until she reached the place where they'd strung up that one man so many months ago that Sofka stopped. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a lighter and flipped it open, sparking it. Her eyes squinted against the sudden flicker of light as the sound of a cough carried through the tunnel. Her eyes widened and she put the lighter out, withdrawing against the wall as the sound of someone else's footsteps echoed. She waited.
   
2. 

   Sofka Vladimirov

   Started by Sofka Vladimirov · March 24, 2020

   This thread is dedicated to plots with my cannibal girl. For more information Sofka, you can visit her profile here. I will regularly update this post with wanted plots, so please check back regularly. Here's what I'm going for now:
   an encounter with Sofka's birth parents - this would make for some nice family drama and it'd be interesting to see how things unfold anything cult related victims (or attempted prey) would be a nice way to make new friends?
3. 

   Dinner Bell

   Started by Dima Smyrnoi · August 14, 2019

   It hadn't been his fault, not really. It was so easy to get lost in the metro. So many half-collapsed tunnels. so many "shortcuts" that lead to dead ends. So many walls knocked out by people trying to create their own path. It was confusing down there. And if anything kept you from knowing a section like the back of your hand - say, you weren't from around here, or maybe you were a little drunk, or maybe you just weren't paying close enough attention - getting lost was all too easy.
   But the loss of the People of The Machines was a win for the Children of The Great Worm. They'd made quick work of the old man in military surplus clothes, knocked him over the head with a rock and dragged him back through the tunnels. When he started to stir - the bleeding head wound hadn't been quite enough, apparently - Dima took it on himself to bash a brick against his skull several more times, until he stopped moving entirely.
   Once he was back at their hidden, carved out home, it was time for the messy work of butchering. Dima started yanking off the dead man's clothes, looking around for where the meat hook and chain had ended up.
   "Sofka!" he called, figuring she'd be close, "Come help me."
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