Yelena Belova

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"The best part of my life was fake and none of you told me?"=MV. RP. Ships with chem. Open DMs. Parody Account=Елена Белова
Black Widow
Super Spy
Master AssassinWhite Widow

Personal

Full name:
Yelena Belova
Birthday:
31st October
Birthplace:
Moscow, Russia
Height:
5 feet 3 inches
Family:
Fake Mother (Melina) Father (Alexei) and one sister (Natasha).
Hair color:
Naturally blonde, but she dyes it often for missions
Eye color:
Green
Sexual orientation:
Bi-curious. Demisexual.
Occupation:
Intelligence agent, assassin, spy, espionage agent, hitwoman for hire.
Mental Illnesses:
PTSD from her time in the Red Room."Pain and suffering is every day and we are both still a trained killer. Except I'm not the one that's on the cover of a magazine. I'm not the killer that little girls call their hero.".

Background

Yelena Belova doesn't know her biological parents. She has no idea where she comes from or how she ended up in the Red Room.
Her first memories were in Ohio with her family, this family was created when Lena was 3 and lasted up until she was 6. She grew up believing that Natasha, Alexei and Melina were her real family; going so far as to praying every night in her training that one of them would come and rescue her.
When it became clear that she wasn't going to get rescued, Lena tried to escape herself. That became impossible when Natasha escaped the regime. Dreykov and his goons would place Lena and others under chemical subjugation; she was awake but trapped in her head while her body was forced to kill - like a puppet with strings.
She finally escaped when a mission went wrong and she was given the antidote to the chemical subjugation. This lead to her wanting to free her sisters and take down the Red Room once and for all.Now Yelena spends her time exploring the world, trying new foods and taking missions with the Thunderbolts and paying customers.

Abilities

Artificially-Enhanced Physiology: Yelena was biochemically enhanced through the Black Widow Ops Program when she was an infant. She received the Red Room's version of Bucky's serum which boosted her immune system, bodily condition, and longevity. Nick Fury's intel classified her as Power Level 7.Peak Human Strength: Yelena's physical strength is enhanced, enabling her to consistently press lift 500 pounds (226 kilograms).Athletic Speed: Yelena's speed is that of an Olympic athlete, enabling her to run at speeds of 32-36 mph.Enhanced Durability: Yelena's body is enhanced to withstand greater physical injuries than normal humans. She has also withstood blows from superhumans like Bucky Barnes, explosions, falls from great heights and managed to continue fighting after being shot.Athletic Reflexes: Yelena's reflexes are similar to those of an athlete.Athletic Stamina: Yelena’s stamina is similar to that of an athlete.Peak Human Healing: Doctors in the Red Room gave Yelena a serum which meant that her wounds heal five times faster than average human rate.Enhanced Immune System: The Black Widow has been enhanced by biotechnology that has augmented her immune system.Peak Human Endurance: Yelena exhibits extraordinary levels to physical pain.Abilities
Master Martial Artist: Yelena has mastered many fields of hand-to-hand combat including aikido, judo, karate, savate, boxing, and various other martial arts. She was able to hold her own against other dangerous opponents like Winter Soldier.Master Acrobat: Yelena is an extraordinary skilled gymnast, acrobat, and aerialist.Master Assassin: Yelena is heavily skilled in assassination techniques. She uses her skills as a martial artist, acrobat, and spy to further enhance her skills as an assassin. She has been sent by private contractors and the KGB to eliminate numerous enemies.Weapons Expert: Yelena is an expert with most weapons thanks to her Red Room training. She prefers blades and sniper rifles as her weapon of choice.Expert Vehicular Driver: Yelena is an expert at operating most vehicles. Her preferred vehicle is a motorbike.Disguises Expert: Yelena is an expert with disguises. Usually dyeing her hair.Multilingual: Yelena is fluent in Russian, English, French, German, Chinese, Japanese, and various other languages.Learned Intelligence: Yelena possesses the ability to quickly process multiple information streams, such as threat assessment, and rapidly respond to changing tactical situations.Graceful Dancer: Yelena is a profound ballet dancer. Not as good as Natasha, because she spent the majority of her time training; once the Red Room established the chemical subjugation there was no need for distractions, just learning the trade.Talented Hacker: Yelena can hack into all computer systems without tripping any firewalls or security with ease.Master Seductress: She is an expert in the field of seduction. Yelena has been infamously known to bend many different men to her will and sometimes even get them to do her bidding for her. She sometimes continues deceiving certain men through means of acting if she still has a further use for them. She does not like doing this, preferring to kill than seduce.Master Spy: Yelena is a dangerous secret agent trained in espionage, stealth, disguise, infiltration, and demolitions. She is capable of killing in cold blood when the need arises. Her talents and years of experience come from starting missions aged three and Red Room training at age 6. She is the worlds greatest child assassin.

Rules

• OC friendly
• Multiverse
• Ships with chemistry
• Smut usually in DMs
• Does not tolerate disrespect/racism/homophobia/sexism
• Smut is only written in DM with specific partners
• Crack/Banter and SLs allowed
• NOT A LEWD ACCOUNT
• No godmoddingIf these rules are broken, the SL will be dropped and/or accounts will be blocked.

HEADCANONS

Yelena is incredibly sarcastic, and loves it when someone is equally as sassy as she is.
Yelena got a new vest after she gave hers to Natasha; this one has even more pockets.
Yelena can play the guitar, its one of the first things she did when she got free.
Her favourite thing to order at McDonalds is a Nugget Happy meal - she keeps the toys.
Whenever she gets chance, Lena volunteers at womens shelters and helps train self defence.
Says she hates children, but she loves hanging out with them, especially if they want to play with toys with her.
At parties she is the mom friend.
Her favourite colour is Yellow like the sunshine, and her favourite animal is a raccoon.
She adds hot sauce to everything. Ice cream? Hot sauce. Pickles? Hot sauce!
Yelena is worried she's never as good as her sister, and she thinks other people believe that too.
She refuses to show other people her emotions. If you see her cry you are incredibly special.
Lena absolutely loves day time TV, specifically telenovelas.
She steals clothes like a fiend, if you can't find something, Lena probably has it.
She never thought she would make it out of the Red Room once they drugged her and controlled her, so everything is exciting and new.
She often has nightmares about the experimentation she suffered in the Red Room.

SOLOs

When I was younger, I always used to say that I would never end up this way.That’s what Lena would always tell herself. When she was six and she feared the monster under her bed; when she was four and she couldn’t sleep without a light on; she swore she would never be the reason little girls couldn’t go to bed at night. That was until she got taken. Snatched away from her family, from her safe space, from the only love she had ever known.That was ten years ago. Little Lena. The girl who was always upside down, always singing her favourite song. Now she’s the girl with the highest kill count. The soldier with the steel face. The one who can survive the torture the longest. Ten years of being locked up. The Red Room, they call it and Lena always wondered if that was because of all the blood that had been shed. So much blood it drenched the walls, soaked the floors. She used to be so scared of blood, the smallest little cut and Yelena would be in floods of tears. Desperate for her mommy. Pain only makes us stronger; she’d say while she shushed her and stroked away her tears. Some days, when her cell is quiet and the night is dark, Lena can still feel the ghost of knuckles on her cheek. It is the only thing that has kept her alive for ten long, lonely years.It’s always the same. Wake up at the crack of dawn, meet outside to run around the base, then it’s the armoury to train on yet another gun. Every day the same. Wake, run, shoot. Sun, cold, blood. Again, and again. The never-ending march of the drum. Days blend into months, blend into years. Yelena wasn’t even certain that it had been ten years since she got taken in broad daylight from her family; sure, she’s taller now, maybe a little plumper than she was as on that day, but she would know if ten years had gone by, right? She wouldn’t forget?
Everything was the same until it wasn’t. On the Forth of June, 2008 there was no training, no running endless miles, no blood. The clock seemed to stop. Yelena can remember that day. It was a Wednesday, the canteen served them a bowl of rice and a solid, hard slice of bread. But for some reason whenever she tries to remember why they didn’t train, her mind goes fuzzy. She develops a headache and those pretty, little lights dance in front of her eyes.Nothing was the same after that. They still had the routine of course, wake; run; train. But this time, every so often a few girls would disappear from their little group. Only a few each time, barely noticeable. But Lena noticed. She’d been trained to notice the things nobody else seems to. That’s how she found herself sneaking out of her cell one night, sticking to the wall and following the faint sounds of beeping. Beep. Beep. Beep.Carefully, Yelena slipped past the walls of plastic separating her from the secrets of this organisation. Inside the dank, make shift hospital bay Lena found answers. Rows and rows of hospital beds. Most filled with girls her age. All attached to various drips; red, thick liquid flowing into their veins. Some girls are asleep, some seem catatonic, one girl is scratching desperately at the place where medical equipment meets flesh. Yelena takes a few measured steps towards a bed; picking up the file at the base of it. Reams and reams of notes. The times and dates of various dosages of Agent C21; reactions to it, if it was successful or if the patient died. They weren't patients; they were test subjects. Rats in a cage. But Lena had no idea what they were testing or why.A low whine is what caught Lena’s attention first. Then the shape of a shadow cast over her. She turned around just in time to see him.
Dreykov.That’s when everything went black.෴Stinging green eyes cracked open slowly, studying the room around her. Rough, textured walls; a light swinging above her; a sparkling silver tray in front of her, just out of reach. She tried to move her arms but they felt so heavy. Everything did. Lena felt dosed up, but it was more than all the other times. Each time she was sent away for testing, not once did it end up like this. Perhaps Dreykov was finally going to put her out of her misery?She heard a vicious laugh echoing from the corner. A blurry shadow stepping into focus. “You know what to do,” the voice said. Lena recognised that voice, somewhere, in her mind. If she could just concentrate enough to grab the wisps of the memory. “Feed her the serum. And try not to kill her, she's the best we’ve got.” The voice of her master said before a big heavy door opened and slammed shut without much care. Yelena wincing as the sound went straight through her aching bones. It took her a New York minute to realise that she wasn’t alone in the room. She thought it was just her and the Voice in the water damaged room, but another shadow moves into her field of vision and Lena lets out a quick sigh. Right. She’s heard about this. The Hole. The widows get threatened with it all the time. A place where girls go in but nobody ever leaves. Sometimes, when Lena is running her laps around the compound, she hears screams. Real, painful, haunting screams. The kind that seems to go on forever, but try as she might she's never found the location of those screams. Joke’s on her now huh?
The man, well, creature, looked awfully smug as he took a step up to that shiny table Lena noticed minutes ago. He starts to pick up a few different tools, examining them before placing them delicately back into their spot. One after the other. Lena has seen them before, she has even been taught how to use them. It isn’t nearly as much fun when the shoe is on the other foot. If only she could move her hands. Lazy eyes move away from the creature to her arms. Each is strapped down, a series of wires and tubes littering her skin. Even though her head was pounding, she still had enough brain power to notice that same red liquid from earlier slowly making its way into her veins. Was that making her sleepy and confused or was it something else? Maybe that nasty bump on her head?
Mr Creature seems particularly infatuated with a pair of pristine silver pliers, and Yelena just knows that this is going to hurt. Sure, the Voice said not to kill her, but he didn’t say she couldn’t be a little roughed up first. Pain makes us stronger. That is the only thing that kept Lena alive through the next five hours. Even when her veins felt like they were going to burst. Even when her brain felt so cloudy she wasn’t sure if she passed out or not. Especially when she felt her mind fracture and her soul scream out.Luckily Mister Creature seemed to get bored quite easily when Yelena didn’t cry out at his torture. He had her carried off to her cell, body bruised and bandaged up. But the real damage was in her mind. She didn’t know which way was up, which her was the real her. Fully conscious but completely out of control.Dreykov’s weapon. Under his complete control.

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