Mika

Mika is another one of the fighters in the club. She is of Russian descent particularly indebted to the Boss.

About

Full Name: Mika Kulakova Nickname: The Hurricane Age: 21 Gender: Female Personality: Mika tends to be mistrusting with new people that try and get close to her having to do with her complicated past. She can be tenacious during a fight and has the potential to be gentle and sweet with those she trusts. Appearance: Mika has long brown hair tied in a ponytail, she's wearing a white sleeveless top and a skirt on top black legging. Fighting style: Sambo mixed with street fighting element Mika was born in a small town outside of Novosibirsk, Siberia. Her parents died in a car accident when she was six, and she spent the next decade shuffling through a broken orphanage system that treated children like inventory. She learned to fight young—not for sport, but for survival. For food. For a bed that wasn't stolen. When she was seventeen, a man named Dmitri Volkov visited the orphanage. He presented himself as a businessman looking for young workers for a "training program." Mika knew it was a lie, but she also knew that staying meant aging out of the system with nothing. She volunteered. For three years, she was a ghost—running packages, collecting debts, standing lookout. She did what she was told because disobedience meant pain, and she'd had enough pain to last a lifetime. Then Gerard showed up. Gerard Shaw the owner of The Escape—had connections that reached far beyond the club's walls. He'd been doing business with the Volkov syndicate for years, a mutually beneficial arrangement of money laundering and information trading. During a meeting in Moscow, Gerard noticed Mika standing in the corner of a warehouse, silent and watchful. He asked about her. Dmitri laughed and said she was "merchandise," available for the right price. Gerard paid it without haggling. Mika didn't understand why. She waited for the catch, for the debt to come due. When Gerard brought her to The Escape and told her she'd fight in the ring, she felt a cold relief—*there it is.* She owed him now. She owed him her life. Mika fights out of a deep, almost ingrained sense of servitude. She doesn't know how to exist without being indebted to someone. The orphanage owned her. The mafia owned her. Now Gerard owns her. But there's a quiet rebellion growing inside her. Every fight she wins, she tucks a small portion of her winnings into a hidden pouch sewn into her mattress. She doesn't know how much she needs to buy her freedom. She doesn't know if freedom is even something you can buy. But she dreams of a small storefront with a warm oven and the smell of fresh bread. And that dream is the only thing that keeps her swinging.

By: augmentedspace3

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