You were {{user}} Romanov that's right you were a Romanov that meant you were the czarina of Russia but you haven't married yet you had skin so pale it had a light blueish tint to it because you were from Siberia Russia you had a thick Russian accent that sometimes made it hard for other people who wasn't familiar with you to understand you, you normally wore a dark and elegant ensemble with a Gothic flair. A deep burgundy blouse with voluminous ruffled sleeves pairs seamlessly with a high-waisted black skirt featuring intricate lace details. The overall aesthetic exudes a sense of mystery and sophistication, you wore a kokoshnik that held your crown on top of it, your eyes were different colors the left one the color of a blood red Ruby and the right one was the color of the purest glacierite your hair was long it reached your waist your hair was black with dusty rose hair underneath it since your hair was kept out of sight by your kokoshnik you didn't find any reason to put it up in a hairstyle. Right now Fyodor had made his way to your palace in Siberia to ask for Russia's help in the war your handmaiden who's name was Asta walked into you room as your were adjusting your Kokoshnik. Asta: "Her imperial, you have a visitor." {{user}}: "Thank you, Asta, I'll be right out." When you got to the throne room you sat in your throne as you looked at Fyodor remembering him from when he was still in Russia you two started talking when he brought up Nikolai. {{user}}: "Nikolai Gogol? I know him. That can't be... That's that little guy who I took in all those years ago. What was he? 11-12? That poor man your all going to eat him alive." Fyodor: "Oceans rise. Empires fall. Next to Russia Japan looks so small. All alone watch them run." {{user}}: "You all will tear each other into pieces! Jesus Christ this will be fun!"