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|Author:||Valera Elenhathel [ January 6th, 2006, 3:06 am ]|
|Post subject:||Valera's Characters|
Quick list (in no intended order):
Rothana, daughter of Cinhilond
Subcommander Tenil na'Tatha
CIA Operative Alanna Yeh
Danele "Dani" Ramos
Lieutenant Jaina Solo
Major Samantha "Sam" Carter
Padawan Valera Starsteel
Lieutenant Jasson Xereb
Jedi Master Tynira Mek
Name: Rothana, daughter of Cinhilond
Home: Minas Tirith
Appearance: Medium height, long brown hair, green eyes. Usually wears plain blouse and skirt, leather surcoat.
Weapons: Proficient with slingshot, but doesn't usually carry one. Typically has a few knives somewhere on the premises.
Personality: Optimistic, but used to taking the rough with the smooth. Accustomed to independence.
History: Rothana is the eldest in a family of five girls. She informally apprenticed herself to her father, a blacksmith, having a definite interest in his trade. This was extremely fortunate, as her father died when she was seventeen. Since then, she has helped to support her family by working as a silversmith, although the occupation is unusual for one of her gender. Most of her work is with jewelry, ornamentation, and housewares, but in her spare time, she has been experimenting with new steel preparation techniques.
Name: Arielle Merced
Location: errm... wherever convenient.
Appearance: Dramatic features, dark eyes and hair that contrast with white skin. Lithe, dangerous, and short-tempered. Tends to be cynical.
Weapons: Longbow and dirk, although she has also been known to throw chairs, on occasion.
History: Currently on her own, due to her family perishing in the war. Had a mercenary stint for several years, but has had enough of that. Now, the only way for her to earn money is to circulate through towns and villages, challenging all comers and placing bets on her success. It has worked so far - not all the time, but enough to keep her alive.
English Name-Alanna Yeh
Chinese Name-Yeh Hwei Ling
Aliases-Tricia Kuo, Ping Lee
Characteristics-Straight, jet-black hair to just below shoulder blades, usually rolled and pinned against her head. Short, wiry, aggressive nature but highly controlled. Friendly but sophisticated manner. Black eyes and Asian skin.
Training/Special skills-Martial arts afficionado: Tae Kwon Do, Judo, Bersilat, and Escrima, among others. Relishes problem-solving and anything mechanical or energetic, especially munitions. Also plays violin. Carry knife of choice: Gerber Paraframe I. (Not standard govt-issue, but it's her "baby". Plus it's just a pretty little toy.)
Language-Chinese (especially Hakka, Mandarin, Cantonese, Hokkian, Taiwanese, and Fukien), English, Malay, Hindi, French
Education-Secondary school: Australian International School Singapore (1999); University: Stanford University (2003) B.S. Mechanical Engineering, B.A. Asian Studies; Graduate School: Massachusetts Institute of Technology (2005) M.S. Mechanical Engineering
Experience-Internships with various defense-related companies, less than a year with the CIA (Directorate of Science and Technology), now farmed out to the clandestine operations branch.
Relationships-None. Alanna is driven and, for all intents and purposes, single-minded.
Personal Details-Born and raised in Singapore, went abroad for university. Naturalized U.S. citizen 2001; offered by CIA while in graduate school, conditional on finishing Master's degree. The only thing that shares her passion for engineering and technology is the martial arts; the Agency utilizes both. No siblings, parents living in Singapore.
Canon Star Wars:
Name: Jaina Solo
Appearance: Medium-length brown hair, brown eyes, short and athletic. Dress - flight suit or black combat outfit
Skills: Pilot, mechanic, Jedi. Has a special empathy/Force link with her twin, Jacen
Weapons: Violet-bladed lightsaber, X-wing, Force, whatever else happens to be at hand
History: Daughter of Han and Leia Organa Solo, trained at Jedi Academy from age of twelve to fifteen, including a short imprisonment at the Shadow Academy. Afterwards, she was the apprentice of Mara Jade for a short while before flying an X-wing as "Sticks" - Rogue Eleven in Rogue Squadron - and earning the rank of lieutenant. Her eighteenth year saw a brief brush with the Dark Side, from which she rebounded with a clearer view of her role as a Jedi Knight.
Canon Stargate SG-1:
Name: Major Samantha "Sam" Carter
Species: Human (Tau'ri)
Appearance: Short blonde hair, grey eyes, height: 5'9", standard SGC attire or BDUs and bullet-proof utility vest
Weapons/Skills: Range Weapon: P90 submachine gun; Sidearms: Beretta 92, Zat; Other: hand-to-hand combat, various standard-issue weapons. Over 100 hours clocked in F-16s in the Gulf War, flight experience in XF-302 interceptor. Tends to be workaholic.
Interests: Wormhole physics, motorcycles and lock-picking, though not necessarily in that order
History: She has served in the Pentagon, was previously a flight officer in the Kuwait theater, and has received special training in the F-117/F16. She in an astro-physics genius, holding a Ph.D. in Quantum Mechanics and is a plasma/particle physics expert. She is also an expert on gate technology, having read every bit of information known to exist and has studied the permutations of the gate symbols at length. When the plug was pulled on her gate research project and she was transferred to another base, she continued her research in private. She was able to resume her obsessive work with the gate when the SG-1 team was assembled. Major Carter is single and unattached. She is fiercely loyal to the SGC, and not only brings her extensive scientific knowledge to the program, but also her military training. (thx to www.sg1archive.com for history)
Name: Lieutenant Jasson Xereb
Homeworld: Alderaan, now destroyed
Appearance: Medium height, wiry build, combat fit. Dark hair, steel-blue eyes.
Dress: Pilot's, hardy and comfortable. Fireproof jumpsuit, leather flight jacket, utility belt, and flight boots.
Weapons: Two blasters, standard utility knife, X-wing snubfighter
Skills: A first-rate sniper, Jasson rates flying second only to target practice. He's also a crack shot with a blaster, but his first love is the D-294 laser rifle. Since childhood, he has been a student of Gaht-Nohr, the Mentranian grappling art.
Personality: Strong-willed, innovative, intelligent, and aggressive. Suspicious of strangers, and readier to find problems than to fix relationships. He has some lessons to learn.
History: Jasson was born on Alderaan, joining the rebellion when stormtroopers massacred his brother and other youth on Coruscant. Now, with no family, he struggles against bitterness and depression, but has sworn an undying vow to see the Empire overturned.
Name: Tynira Mek
Appearance: Blonde hair usually braided around her head, grey eyes that see more than one would think. Petite figure, but then, size matters not.
Dress: Standard Jedi robes, colored on the lighter side of tan and beige. Field boots. Most Jedi are unadorned, but she does wear a silver ring on her right hand, forged in the shape of a lily.
Weapons: Purple-bladed lightsaber
Skills: Tynira is highly force-sensitive, and is quite adept at manipulating it. Can hold her own in a lightsaber duel, loves to teach and believes that her own students should eventually be able to exceed her skills.
Personality: Cautious, gentle, but stubborn once she sets her mind to something.
History: Tynira was born on Coruscant, but her parents were from the Outer Rim, where her name holds the meaning "Flamelily". She was knighted at a later age than usual, due to her own insistence that she was not yet ready. Naru Kara is her second padawan.
Name: Danele "Dani" Ramos
Characteristics/Appearance: Normally gentle and unassuming, although recent events have forced her to develop a backbone of steel (metaphorically). Her natural intelligence and political saavy have helped her to survive in this war-torn world. Likes brown leather.
Mutation: Telekinesis - the ability to manipulate molecules with her mind. However, the energy that she must expend is proportionate to the number of particles and their distance from her.
History/Background: Spanish father, Basque mother. Her parents were wary of her mutation and took her to several doctors, who declared that they could do nothing about it. Not wanting to split up the family or send her away, Dani's parents insisted that she learn to control her powers. She lived with them until she was eighteen, when they were killed in one of Apocalypse's cullings. Magneto found her and helped her to bring her powers to their full potential.
Good RP Moments:
Half an hour later, Dani found herself being suspiciously inspected from a distance. Following the gaze, she recognized the barkeeper, who obviously remembered her and was anxiously examining his wine-list. She decided not to disappoint him.
"Good evening," she greeted as she glided up to the bar. "If you could find me a Petit-Vedrines Sauternes, I would be much obliged indeed. Remember, the year is extremely important."
He pushed himself away from the bar with a barely audible groan, again heading down cellar. But the request itself had caught the attention of another guest, who turned to Dani with piercing green eyes.
"Another connoisseur, I see." He raised his own long-stemmed glass in salute.
Dani flicked a flirtatious gaze at the tall man with the clipped, distinctly British accent. Black-haired and impeccably dressed, he was definitely someone she should get to know better. "It takes rare taste to enjoy a rare wine," she agreed, stepping closer. "I'm afraid I don't have the pleasure of your acquaintance."
"Well, then, we shall have to remedy that." He bowed very slightly over her proffered hand. "Ernest Reeves, very much at your service."
"Danele Ramos," she smiled, rolling the R. She felt the power roiling just underneath the skin of his hand. A mutant, then. But it was more than likely that he had no ideas she was also one.
He caught the lilt of her accent. "Madrid or Barcelona?"
"Madrid." She lifted the glass the barkeeper had returned with. "To old wine and new friends, then. Salud."
As Dani savored the taste of the Sauternes, her new acquaintance turned to make another inquiry. "Have you no escort this evening?"
"No, not this evening," she answered, following his eyes to the dance floor, where couples performed a sedate foxtrot to the light jazz of the band.
"Would you care to do me the honor?"
"My pleasure," Dani responded, but he withdrew before she could take his arm. She watched as he walked over to the band to request a different piece. Returning, Ernest took her hand and drew her onto the dance floor, pulling her into the taut embrace of an Argentinian tango.
The dance floor cleared as the other couples failed to keep up with the energetic rhythm, but Dani had been born to dance. Holding herself straight to maintain the tension between them, she pulled back with the long abrupt steps born in the slums of Buenoes Aires. The red-slashed black of her skirt flared in the turns, lunges, and dips of the dance, her pounding heart keeping time, her senses keenly aware of his right hand ridged under her bare left shoulder-blade.
The rest of the room shrank to a blur as the couple whirled and stepped in the sheer intoxication of the dance. And across the city, a long grandfather clock in Sinister's headquarters struck twelve lonely notes.
As the last gong faded, all of the security stations in the building activated simultaneously, the same message flashing across their green status screens: ESPERANZA VIDA
|Author:||Valera Elenhathel [ January 7th, 2006, 4:47 pm ]|
Name: Valera Starsteel, Jedi Padawan
Appearance: Short, wiry, combat fit. Long gold-blonde hair, purple eyes.
Dress: Jedi robes when in the field, but, being a city girl, prefers a violet unitard and black leather surcoat when training. Field boots and standard utility belt at all times.
Weapons: Light sabers and starfighters are fine, but Val's collection of hidden knives is preferable. Light saber blade: white - either colorless or all colors.
Skills: Proficient with the Force, but realizes that too many Jedi use it as crutch. Specializes in unarmed combat and Escrime (the art of the blade). Noted skill in reconnaisance.
Personality: Highly individualistic, but understands the value of teamwork. Tenacious, determined, slightly workaholic, but tends to be cynical.
History: Val was born on Coruscant to Lord Vectmer Starsteel of Melbar, a highly influential trading world. At the age of four, she was noticed to be Force-sensitive, and brought to the Jedi Temple to train. She doesn't like to flout her heritage, but realizes that it can be used as political leverage, if needed. Hence, her friends usually call her "Lady Valera" or "Lady Val" when they wish to be irritating. She has been in the field for the past several months with her master, Saywe Turtho, and is currently preparing for the Jedi Trials.
|Author:||Jax Nova [ January 7th, 2006, 7:19 pm ]|
(just out of ciriosity which one is the one you are using in the NEW:starwars?)
Like them both though.
|Author:||Valera Elenhathel [ January 10th, 2006, 6:18 pm ]|
I'm using Valera Starsteel - but you've probably already figured that out by now
|Author:||Jax Nova [ January 10th, 2006, 6:25 pm ]|
Yeah... figured that out. Sorry kindu a stupid question anyway.
|Author:||Valera Elenhathel [ January 19th, 2006, 10:10 pm ]|
New one! Playing: SW: Aftermath of the War
Name: Subcommander Tenil na'Tatha
Appearance: Height - 5'6". Ear-length black hair, blue eyes, two small scars across left eyebrow.
Dress: Soldier's, dull green forest camo with black utility vest and belt, boots.
Weapons: Standard Taarin ground specialist's issue - sidearm, blaster rifle equipped with grenade launcher and sighting equipment, Taarin parallel-bladed close-combat knife.
Skills: na'Tatha specializes in political science and diplomacy, but has six years of actual off-world combat experience fighting trading-route pirates. Also, due to intense ground specialist training (Earth equivalent: American Green Berets), can deal with medical emergencies, night combat, and undercover ops.
Personality: Practical, stubborn, argumentative, but knows how to take orders. Has a strong sense of duty and honor. Only a few have truly broken through her hard outer shell, but she would fight to the death to protect those who have.
History: Hand-picked for the Taarin military at the age of ten, na'Tatha - for so everyone calls her, except for extremely close friends - was pushed to realize every inch of her combat potential. Separated from her family, she developed a psychological block to emotion and pain, and now can hardly remember them. Recently promoted to Subcommander, she has been assigned as the Taarin liason to the Jedi, even though she believes that the Taarin are thoroughly capable of handling the Maedan situation by themselves.
Good RP Moments:
It was the first time she had worn this newly tailored uniform, and she felt equal to the occassion - a formal promotion dinner - even though it was on board a Maedan/Taarin patol ship, commissioned to hunt down interstellar pirates. The deep blue dress fit smoothly, its hem tickling her knees pleasantly. She'd polished every medal and button on her jacket, and the cream-yellow sash around her waist was knotted with military precision. The best part, though, was her dinner partner. Mattan ha'Nor had befriended her when she was ten, a new admit to training, and welcomed her into his circle of friends. Now, nine years later, he was everything she could have wanted in a friend or brother - and the only person who ever called her by her first name.
They had been standing outside the room, waiting to go in, and Mattan had tried to steal a kiss - the one they had never shared. She'd pushed him away playfully, protesting in the name of protocol. Their turn to enter came, and the following two hours ranked among the best in her life.
The banquet was at its height when the alert alarms began flashing. There was a garbled message from the skeleton bridge crew before the doors to the room were blasted away and chaos ensued. They'd been boarded by the very pirates they were hunting, and now were weaponless against them.
In the hail of pirates' blaster bolts that followed, she'd overturned their table to form a temporary shield. But Mattan was no longer there. He'd reached one of the armory lockers on the wall, ripped off the cover, and was distributing blasters as fast as possible.
He was, she realized, an obvious target.
She'd leapt toward him, screaming "Get down!", but it was too late. She caught him as he fell, and felt her heart break as he smiled, whispering "Tenil" as the life ebbed out of his body.
Life was simple after that. It was simple to pick up a blaster rifle with shock-numbed fingers, simple to pick out targets in the smoke-filled room, simple to cut down the invaders one by one. na'Tatha felt no pain, no anger, no fear, and no emotion. She shot, they died, just like in an entry-level training simulation. Simple.
After the haze cleared, she sat motionless by Mattan's body, wondering at what had just happened. It wasn't until they put him into an empty torpedo shell and ceremonially set him adrift in space that she discovered the fact - Tenil was gone. na'Tatha the soldier remained, but Tenil the woman had died with Mattan.
So it was war - but na'Tatha wasn't about to go into it with the Maedan one up. Two steps took her to a position behind the two Maedan officials, with only the officer to worry about. She opened her fan with an emphatic snap, focusing all the attention in the room upon herself.
"Master Faradej, I think these high-ranking Maedan will be accompanying us back to Taara." ...
na'Tatha started herding the Maedan officials forward, then instinctively whirled, closing her tassen in a high block, preventing the Maedan officer's own fan from slicing open her throat. Parrying, na'Tatha slid into a fighting stance, facing off with the man - and ducked as the female Maedan's tassen swept over her head. Stepping to the side, the subcommander grabbed the woman's arm and flipped her over her shoulder, sliding the fan out of her grasp as she let her drop, winded.
na'Tatha now held two of the colorful silken weapons, one in each hand, snapping them open in a fluid defensive posture as the officer came in again. Letting her mind clear, she readied herself to react spontaneously, giving in to her trained, automatic responses.
Grace. Fluidity. You are the tassen, steel wrapped in silk.
|Author:||Jax Nova [ January 19th, 2006, 10:26 pm ]|
|Author:||Valera Elenhathel [ January 19th, 2006, 10:29 pm ]|
Thx! You seem to like reading these things The problem is that ppl seem to like having the bitter, angsty charries and its hard to validate having anything else...
|Author:||Jax Nova [ January 19th, 2006, 10:32 pm ]|
Yeah, Iinjoy comming in and reading characters.
I know... The bitter angle is used allot. I have been working one one that isn't..but moste of mine come to me when I am depressed...so that kinda gets thrown in there allot. My last one wasn't that bad... But yours has a good story line that is different than most. Thats always a good thing.
|Author:||Valera Elenhathel [ January 19th, 2006, 10:43 pm ]|
I know a few military ppl like that - they get hardened by training. I'm not saying they all are; just some - it's how they react personally. I know some who are the most incredible wonderful ppl ever.
|Author:||Jax Nova [ January 20th, 2006, 2:24 pm ]|
Yeah. I hear that being in the military can take a tol on some people.
|Author:||Valera Elenhathel [ January 20th, 2006, 4:55 pm ]|
I think it really depends on whether or not you're cut out for it. I thought about going to the Air Force Academy for a while.
|Author:||Jax Nova [ January 23rd, 2006, 2:51 pm ]|
Yeah, that probably has allot to do with it.
I have never really thought about going into the military but I like the guns and stuff...lol.
Well, I am sure if that's what you wana do though you should give it a try. *shrugs* not realy that intelagent in those things
|Author:||Valera Elenhathel [ January 23rd, 2006, 10:36 pm ]|
don't worry, I am *grin*
*parachutes are fun!!!!*
|Author:||Jax Nova [ January 24th, 2006, 2:33 pm ]|
Yeah... I have always wanted to go sky diving sometime. lol
|Author:||Valera Elenhathel [ January 24th, 2006, 3:59 pm ]|
Me too. I will ... some day....
But for now I'm happy simulating T10 parachutes on computers and making pretty pics of airflow
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