Post by savon on Jun 16, 2009 19:11:39 GMT -5
Name: Lima
Original Name: Vera Pillar
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 205lbs
Birth place: Jaemus; Obtrexta Sector; Outer Rim Territories
Appearance:
Posted Image, which I in no way, shape, or form own
Put bluntly, Lima is a very physical human being. Endowed with a naturally large frame for a woman already, she has devoted herself to far more than simply staying in exceptional physical condition. She's big, has a great deal of muscle, and a very small amount of body-fat. Purely for efficiency, she keeps her black hair very short, frequently going so far as to shave it off completely, bringing a little more focus to her almost serenely calm hazel eyes.
Whether on or off base, Lima prefers to wear simple, dark, and nondescript fatigues and surplus military-grade boots; easy to move in, lightweight, and won't draw much attention. What will draw attention, however, are the twin sheaths strapped across her back in an X at all times off-base; or, more specifically, the blades they house. In addition, she frequently carries a pistol of some sort in a shoulder-holster, as well as a basic blast-resistant vest.
Personality:
From the beginning, Lima took exceptionally well to emotional inhibition. There was no joy, no sorrow, no fear, no anger, no regret, no ego, nothing. There was only the task set before her, only the target, only the kill. Get in, eliminate the target, get out. She has never taken any pleasure from taking a life, only satisfaction from a clean kill. Do your job, do it right, and nothing else matters. Why complicate things?
But what happens when that inhibition goes away? What happens when that little chip that keeps the feelings at bay stops working? Behind it all, Lima is actually a good person, strongly opposed to killing without very good reason, loyal to friends and allies, amiable, and even kind; she just has to figure it out. Below her natural character, however, buried deep within her, that emotionless weapon still lies, waiting. Reflex says don't fool around; eliminate anyone in the way, anyone that poses a threat, do it quickly and without hesitation. A proverb once said that within every person is two wolves, one good, one bad, that fight against each other for control, and that the one that wins is the one that is fed more. So, when that inhibition goes away, which wolf will be fed?
Reflex?
Nature?
Or can they find a way to coexist? Only time will tell. What is certain, is that the journey there will be more than a little interesting.
Profession: Ex-Assassin
Skills: Green Meadows Assassin Training
Equipment:
2x Vibroswords - Custom crafted specifically for Lima, making them awkward at best for others to wield. Of simple enough, and completely identical, design, they are still both quite highly durable and very effective. Posted Image
1x MAP-77 (Click for link)
1x Civilian-Grade Light Blast Vest
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 9
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 9
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 4
Specialized Combat Skill: Dual Longswords; 9
Special Non-Combat Skill: Acrobatics; 8
Alignment: +3
Ship Name:
Bio:
La Famiglia - A Family Lost
For the Pillar family, life...well, really wasn't all that spectacular. Or long. Hadro Pillar was just another twenty-something working-class guy working long hours at the Galentro Heavy Works shipyards on Jaemus, like his father had before him, and his father had before him. Nothing special. Also like his father and grandfather, he married a girl that worked in the shipyards, and probably one of the strongest humans on the planet; Yane. It was good that she had a kindly and gentle disposition, because Yane was the kind of person that put grown men through walls if she felt so inclined. Truth be told, however, it was Hadro that was bull-headed, and Yane was had to physically pull him away from a fight on more than one occasion. Usually because he picked fights with several people at once, most of whom were also larger than he was.
Their first child, a daughter, they named Vera, after Hadro's grandmother. Vera Pillar. Even as a baby, it was pretty obvious she would be taking after her mother, a fact that irked Hadro to no end; now he was never going to win an argument at home. Still, Vera's parents loved the child more than anything else, enough so that Hadro started taking on double-shifts so Yane could stay at home and take care of their daughter. As such, he never was able to spend much time with his family, except for on his few and far-between days off. Call them crazy, and perhaps they were, but they even decided on having another. Turns out, maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all. Eight months into his wife's second pregnancy, Hadro, out of simple exhaustion, screwed up. When one is working around industrial machinery, that's usually a very bad thing. It wasn't until the next day that someone found Hadro, inside three separate starfighters. A week later, Yane went into premature labor, which neither she nor the child survived.
Vera was three. Nobody told her what had happened. Nobody ever would. Nobody explained the whys, or tried to comfort the child after telling her that her parents had "gone away for awhile". With no family to speak of, Hadro's only sibling, his sister, having left Jaemus several years before, Vera was simply taken to the nearest orphanage and left there. Nobody cared. For a year, nobody cared. Nobody cared that Vera wouldn't play with the other children, or talk to anyone, or that she'd frequently cry herself to sleep. In time, however, someone came to the orphanage who did care. One man, dressed in a simple yet professional suit, came. He came looking for a child. He came to look at medical records. Most importantly, he came with money. He paid, he looked at records, he paid more, and he took a child from the orphanage, simple as that, no questions asked. Vera Pillar, the healthiest child in the orphanage, was never again seen. As one of the oldest of the twenty-six children taken by Green Meadows, Vera's memory was wiped clean the first day. Vera Pillar was no more.
Lima was born on Raltiir, and she wouldn't leave the training facility hidden there for thirteen years.
Duodecim - The Twelfth Assassin
No parents. No childhood. No friends. No past.
So who was she? She didn't know. They told her she was Lima, so that was all there was. She was Lima, and she was terrified, for one day.
Then came the RELIC- Reactive Emotion stabiLizing InterfaCe. A small chip surgically implanted in the brain to inhibit emotion.
No love. No hate. No joy. No sadness. No fear. No emotion.
So what did she feel? She didn't know that, either. It was...strange. There was nothing there, just...nothing. Something had to be wrong, but she didn't know, she was too young to know what it was. She might have been scared, if it were possible. The first time someone placed a book in front of her, began teaching her, however, something changed. She felt something.
Willingness. A desire to learn. It became all that mattered.
Green Meadows was home. There was no family. There was only the other children and the adults of the facility, the staff, but they were not family. They were her peers and superiors, nothing more, nothing less. Everyone was treated the same, everyone did the same things. Like the other children, knowledge was paramount. Day in and day out, she learned many things in many subjects. She also proved one of the most physical of the children, always doing something when not learning. Sleep, it seemed, was not on her list of priorities. Or even requirements.
At six, Lima was placed in a firing range and given a blaster. Her instructors weren't particularly impressed with the results. She went through a wide variety of weaponry that day; everything within the on-site armory that wasn't too hefty for a six year-old, to be specific. Nothing really seemed to...fit. Not until someone found her something sharp. At her age, she could only really heft a shortsword, but it didn't take her instructors very long to figure out that blades were just her kind of thing. It didn't take her very long to become completely fascinated by them, either. As time went on, and she grew, so did her blades. They also multiplied. She was pretty good with short blades, but she was notably better with the long stuff, and even more so when she had a pair, so that was where she focused.
The next four years of her life, there was two things. Learning; history, languages, sciences, basic military knowledge, and numerous other skills. Training; firearm knowledge and usage both, mental and physical tests, simulations, hand-to-hand, swordplay, vehicles, and numerous forms of physical training.
Ten. Outside of Green Meadows, the only significance to a human would be the change to double digits. Inside, however, it meant puberty to the oldest of the children, thanks to the wonders of modern medical science. In no time at all, she was as tall as she'd ever be, and her features had fully developed. But it wasn't just her height that skyrocketed; her muscle mass also grew in leaps and bounds, thanks to an almost excessive amount of time spent in strength training. Some speculated that she was going to end up stronger than some of the male children. Some said she'd be stronger than most of them. Any way they looked at it, however, she was definitely one of the most athletic of the children.
Children. Could they really be called that anymore? By the time Lima was fourteen, they all looked like adults already, they were all heavily trained in the combative arts, and each and every one of them was fully capable of killing another sentient being without a second thought. No, not children anymore. They were soldiers now. Soldiers unlike any the Republic could ever hope to produce, or likely would ever wish to. Ethics and all that. Something Green Meadows didn't have.
To her breaking point, they pushed Lima. Then they pushed harder. They healed her, then they kept pushing, barely giving any time at all to recover, heavily focusing on her favor of twin blades and her natural athleticism and agility. It was just under five years, as her accelerated puberty ended, before they let up in the slightest, but it wasn't out of kindness. In fact, her fifteenth was one of, if not the, most painful periods of her life. Though her training lessened to allow more time for recovery, at the time she probably would have preferred more training. Due to her sharp, and early, increase in size, and the subsequent strain on her body, much of her cartilage, namely joints, had to be replaced with synthetic equivalents. In addition, her lowest set of ribs were removed to allow greater flexibility, she received constant doses of muscle-enhancing supplements, and vision-enhancing lenses were surgically placed inside her eyes.
Once she was deemed to have fully recovered, which basically meant as soon as she could resume training, her instructors began to push even harder than they ever had before, because now their subjects could handle more than any human. Sweet sixteen was particularly sweet. Horrific would have probably been a better word. Not that she particularly minded, though, as it was only what she was used to, what she expected.
Γάντι - The Rite of Passage
Seventeen. For the first time since her arrival, Lima was no longer on Raltiir. Stripped of all equipment and given only a standard combat knife and a coil of rope, she was dropped, alone, in the middle of nowhere, the middle of nowhere. Specifically, the middle of nowhere, the jungle of Dxun. She was given one directive, and nothing else, no information on the planet beyond what she already knew, no information on any forms of local inhabitation, or even if the other Green Meadows trainees were on the planet with her. She was only told to survive, and not even for how long.
RP Sample:
Original Name: Vera Pillar
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 205lbs
Birth place: Jaemus; Obtrexta Sector; Outer Rim Territories
Appearance:
Posted Image, which I in no way, shape, or form own
Put bluntly, Lima is a very physical human being. Endowed with a naturally large frame for a woman already, she has devoted herself to far more than simply staying in exceptional physical condition. She's big, has a great deal of muscle, and a very small amount of body-fat. Purely for efficiency, she keeps her black hair very short, frequently going so far as to shave it off completely, bringing a little more focus to her almost serenely calm hazel eyes.
Whether on or off base, Lima prefers to wear simple, dark, and nondescript fatigues and surplus military-grade boots; easy to move in, lightweight, and won't draw much attention. What will draw attention, however, are the twin sheaths strapped across her back in an X at all times off-base; or, more specifically, the blades they house. In addition, she frequently carries a pistol of some sort in a shoulder-holster, as well as a basic blast-resistant vest.
Personality:
From the beginning, Lima took exceptionally well to emotional inhibition. There was no joy, no sorrow, no fear, no anger, no regret, no ego, nothing. There was only the task set before her, only the target, only the kill. Get in, eliminate the target, get out. She has never taken any pleasure from taking a life, only satisfaction from a clean kill. Do your job, do it right, and nothing else matters. Why complicate things?
But what happens when that inhibition goes away? What happens when that little chip that keeps the feelings at bay stops working? Behind it all, Lima is actually a good person, strongly opposed to killing without very good reason, loyal to friends and allies, amiable, and even kind; she just has to figure it out. Below her natural character, however, buried deep within her, that emotionless weapon still lies, waiting. Reflex says don't fool around; eliminate anyone in the way, anyone that poses a threat, do it quickly and without hesitation. A proverb once said that within every person is two wolves, one good, one bad, that fight against each other for control, and that the one that wins is the one that is fed more. So, when that inhibition goes away, which wolf will be fed?
Reflex?
Nature?
Or can they find a way to coexist? Only time will tell. What is certain, is that the journey there will be more than a little interesting.
Profession: Ex-Assassin
Skills: Green Meadows Assassin Training
Equipment:
2x Vibroswords - Custom crafted specifically for Lima, making them awkward at best for others to wield. Of simple enough, and completely identical, design, they are still both quite highly durable and very effective. Posted Image
1x MAP-77 (Click for link)
1x Civilian-Grade Light Blast Vest
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 9
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 9
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 4
Specialized Combat Skill: Dual Longswords; 9
Special Non-Combat Skill: Acrobatics; 8
Alignment: +3
Ship Name:
Bio:
La Famiglia - A Family Lost
For the Pillar family, life...well, really wasn't all that spectacular. Or long. Hadro Pillar was just another twenty-something working-class guy working long hours at the Galentro Heavy Works shipyards on Jaemus, like his father had before him, and his father had before him. Nothing special. Also like his father and grandfather, he married a girl that worked in the shipyards, and probably one of the strongest humans on the planet; Yane. It was good that she had a kindly and gentle disposition, because Yane was the kind of person that put grown men through walls if she felt so inclined. Truth be told, however, it was Hadro that was bull-headed, and Yane was had to physically pull him away from a fight on more than one occasion. Usually because he picked fights with several people at once, most of whom were also larger than he was.
Their first child, a daughter, they named Vera, after Hadro's grandmother. Vera Pillar. Even as a baby, it was pretty obvious she would be taking after her mother, a fact that irked Hadro to no end; now he was never going to win an argument at home. Still, Vera's parents loved the child more than anything else, enough so that Hadro started taking on double-shifts so Yane could stay at home and take care of their daughter. As such, he never was able to spend much time with his family, except for on his few and far-between days off. Call them crazy, and perhaps they were, but they even decided on having another. Turns out, maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all. Eight months into his wife's second pregnancy, Hadro, out of simple exhaustion, screwed up. When one is working around industrial machinery, that's usually a very bad thing. It wasn't until the next day that someone found Hadro, inside three separate starfighters. A week later, Yane went into premature labor, which neither she nor the child survived.
Vera was three. Nobody told her what had happened. Nobody ever would. Nobody explained the whys, or tried to comfort the child after telling her that her parents had "gone away for awhile". With no family to speak of, Hadro's only sibling, his sister, having left Jaemus several years before, Vera was simply taken to the nearest orphanage and left there. Nobody cared. For a year, nobody cared. Nobody cared that Vera wouldn't play with the other children, or talk to anyone, or that she'd frequently cry herself to sleep. In time, however, someone came to the orphanage who did care. One man, dressed in a simple yet professional suit, came. He came looking for a child. He came to look at medical records. Most importantly, he came with money. He paid, he looked at records, he paid more, and he took a child from the orphanage, simple as that, no questions asked. Vera Pillar, the healthiest child in the orphanage, was never again seen. As one of the oldest of the twenty-six children taken by Green Meadows, Vera's memory was wiped clean the first day. Vera Pillar was no more.
Lima was born on Raltiir, and she wouldn't leave the training facility hidden there for thirteen years.
Duodecim - The Twelfth Assassin
No parents. No childhood. No friends. No past.
So who was she? She didn't know. They told her she was Lima, so that was all there was. She was Lima, and she was terrified, for one day.
Then came the RELIC- Reactive Emotion stabiLizing InterfaCe. A small chip surgically implanted in the brain to inhibit emotion.
No love. No hate. No joy. No sadness. No fear. No emotion.
So what did she feel? She didn't know that, either. It was...strange. There was nothing there, just...nothing. Something had to be wrong, but she didn't know, she was too young to know what it was. She might have been scared, if it were possible. The first time someone placed a book in front of her, began teaching her, however, something changed. She felt something.
Willingness. A desire to learn. It became all that mattered.
Green Meadows was home. There was no family. There was only the other children and the adults of the facility, the staff, but they were not family. They were her peers and superiors, nothing more, nothing less. Everyone was treated the same, everyone did the same things. Like the other children, knowledge was paramount. Day in and day out, she learned many things in many subjects. She also proved one of the most physical of the children, always doing something when not learning. Sleep, it seemed, was not on her list of priorities. Or even requirements.
At six, Lima was placed in a firing range and given a blaster. Her instructors weren't particularly impressed with the results. She went through a wide variety of weaponry that day; everything within the on-site armory that wasn't too hefty for a six year-old, to be specific. Nothing really seemed to...fit. Not until someone found her something sharp. At her age, she could only really heft a shortsword, but it didn't take her instructors very long to figure out that blades were just her kind of thing. It didn't take her very long to become completely fascinated by them, either. As time went on, and she grew, so did her blades. They also multiplied. She was pretty good with short blades, but she was notably better with the long stuff, and even more so when she had a pair, so that was where she focused.
The next four years of her life, there was two things. Learning; history, languages, sciences, basic military knowledge, and numerous other skills. Training; firearm knowledge and usage both, mental and physical tests, simulations, hand-to-hand, swordplay, vehicles, and numerous forms of physical training.
Ten. Outside of Green Meadows, the only significance to a human would be the change to double digits. Inside, however, it meant puberty to the oldest of the children, thanks to the wonders of modern medical science. In no time at all, she was as tall as she'd ever be, and her features had fully developed. But it wasn't just her height that skyrocketed; her muscle mass also grew in leaps and bounds, thanks to an almost excessive amount of time spent in strength training. Some speculated that she was going to end up stronger than some of the male children. Some said she'd be stronger than most of them. Any way they looked at it, however, she was definitely one of the most athletic of the children.
Children. Could they really be called that anymore? By the time Lima was fourteen, they all looked like adults already, they were all heavily trained in the combative arts, and each and every one of them was fully capable of killing another sentient being without a second thought. No, not children anymore. They were soldiers now. Soldiers unlike any the Republic could ever hope to produce, or likely would ever wish to. Ethics and all that. Something Green Meadows didn't have.
To her breaking point, they pushed Lima. Then they pushed harder. They healed her, then they kept pushing, barely giving any time at all to recover, heavily focusing on her favor of twin blades and her natural athleticism and agility. It was just under five years, as her accelerated puberty ended, before they let up in the slightest, but it wasn't out of kindness. In fact, her fifteenth was one of, if not the, most painful periods of her life. Though her training lessened to allow more time for recovery, at the time she probably would have preferred more training. Due to her sharp, and early, increase in size, and the subsequent strain on her body, much of her cartilage, namely joints, had to be replaced with synthetic equivalents. In addition, her lowest set of ribs were removed to allow greater flexibility, she received constant doses of muscle-enhancing supplements, and vision-enhancing lenses were surgically placed inside her eyes.
Once she was deemed to have fully recovered, which basically meant as soon as she could resume training, her instructors began to push even harder than they ever had before, because now their subjects could handle more than any human. Sweet sixteen was particularly sweet. Horrific would have probably been a better word. Not that she particularly minded, though, as it was only what she was used to, what she expected.
Γάντι - The Rite of Passage
Seventeen. For the first time since her arrival, Lima was no longer on Raltiir. Stripped of all equipment and given only a standard combat knife and a coil of rope, she was dropped, alone, in the middle of nowhere, the middle of nowhere. Specifically, the middle of nowhere, the jungle of Dxun. She was given one directive, and nothing else, no information on the planet beyond what she already knew, no information on any forms of local inhabitation, or even if the other Green Meadows trainees were on the planet with her. She was only told to survive, and not even for how long.
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