Name: Jenia Paviella Volkova Zhao
Jenia Zhao / Jenia Thornton
Birthdate: 11.18.1990
Eye Color: Blue (Complete Heterochromia, poor vision in left eye.)
Hair Color: Black
Blood Type: B+
Relationships: Single and non-committal / Oldest of three siblings, mother to four. Divorced once.
Sexuality: Pansexual
Known Languages: Russian, Chinese, Japanese, English, ( mild Spanish, mild Korean, )
Carrying on person: Phone, Credit/debit card, cash(nothing more than $150) ID, glasses
Distinguishing marks: Long scar on right side of face, from mid-cheek to just under her bottom lip. Jagged scars around both wrists. Long scar across her left cheek bone. Left forearm scar from midarm to elbow. GSscar on left shoulder. Various scars along her body. Tattoos, Piercings and the 4 names under her breast on the left side.
Injuries/Illness: PTSD, ADD, Bipolar, Intermittent Explosive Disorder

Spooky bitch, angry, ready to die.
somewhat edgy, somewhat boring.
Not very nice.
Random acts of violence.
Usually high.

Jenia is a long time Hathian citizen, having been here for quite a few years. Leaving a couple of times and eventually finding herself right back in the middle of the parrish. The gritty city became a home to the woman after she crash landed into America at the age of 18. She is now 32, with an extensive past, finally settling back into the roots she’d once placed. She’s spent a great deal of time running away from her demons only to end up where they were created.
Jenia was born to a Russian woman, who didn’t exactly build the best relationship with her or her two other siblings. Her father was a Chinese man who had built up a hotel empire, who wanted to leave it all for his children. Giving them something to grow into and have a better life for them and their future children. With her father traveling more times than he was home, Jenia was left under the care of her mother. Though care is a very loosely used term. She had to grow up too fast, ending up taking care of her two younger siblings more often than not until she was placed into what was labeled as a home for girls, when in reality it was a training facility. Breeding only the deadliest women. Jenia was forced into training. She spent several years under the home’s roof. All her youth was stolen and left her a shell of the girl she once was. Emotion was ripped away and she fought tooth and nail to bring it all back. She did eventually make it back home to the little village outside of the port city Vladivostok. The childhood home felt like it was a prison and she was living a life that hadn’t been what she dreamed of as a child.
Her mother needed her to become a proper woman, or at least how she thought a proper woman should have been. With the resistance Jenia put up, she was forced into an arranged marriage. She was finally an adult, she could be married off. She hated the idea, she hated the man. That same man was found dead months before their wedding and Jenia was gone. She had disappeared from the country, and thus how she came to be in Hathian.
She’d brought with her the knowledge from her years in training camp, various skills such as hacking, tracking, and combat. Though when she came to town, she hadn’t needed any of it. It wasn’t until a couple of years into her life in the states, in the swamps did she need them. Her life taking several turns and twists, leaving her a mangled mess once more after the amount of healing she’d done. And this time the past was angrier and just as awful. She remains just as broken and angry. Unfriendly and prone to violence.