Race:Torit: Her father and mother were both of the Race, and so she is three quarters Torit. The Alien Race comes naturally by pointed ears, good looks, animal senses, longevity, and a wary nature.
Ship:Starbolt/Excalibur II
Commanding Officer:None, though Reinhalt tries to tell her what to do.
Sexuality:Straight
Relationship Status:Single
Skills: -Gymnastics -Hand to hand combat (Training from various mentors assigned by her parents) -Swordsmanship -Hacking -Air Biking -Hover Boarding
Abilities:
-Fire: Can control fire to a greater degree (From her Mother)
-Electricity: Can wield, shape, bend, and absorb electricity and kinetic energy. She can create EMP pulses, ionize particles around her to float/fly, etc. (From her Father) (Due to the chaos Aina Resendez caused with this Ability, both Eirian and her father are registered into a data system as electricity users and watched should they ever attempt similar attacks on an electric based system.) **This Ability is only mediocre in strength at the moment, and has not been developed by Eirian.
-Strength: Can lift up to 400lbs
-Shift: Instead of becoming someone else, she can shift her features to mimic others, in that she looks and sounds like them.
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Height:5'9''
Weight:139lbs
Body build:Lithe and Busty
Eye Color:Gold-Green
Hair:Long and Red with Blond Streaks
Clothing:Anything that ticks of Reinhalt...*ahem* Generally what in 2012 would have passed for a biker/punk sort of look.
She refuses to conform to Imperial Fleet standards just because of who her mother is, and wears tight, generally revealing clothing, has several piercings, and Shifts to have different tattoos.
The rose tattoo on her left shoulder is for her parents, though she would never say as much.
Other:
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Personality:Very waspish, sarcastic, and witty. She can be sweet, and at times quite kind.
Likes: - Eluthian: The Torit home world - Air Biking or Hover Boarding - Sketching - Bugging Reinhalt - The thought of her parents happy together - Jasmine Tea - Bars - Fighting
Dislikes: - Conformity - Being locked up - High and Tight officers - Fish - Vapid People
Fears: - That her mother is well and truly dead. - Her father's wrath or Disapproval - Really Small Spaces
Motto(s): "Shut up, buckle down, and move your a**" "Strive to Succeed, Learn to Overcome."
Personal Belongings: - Eirian carries her grandfather's twin European blades, carried by her mother until she disappeared. - Around her neck she wears one of the gold stars from her mother's uniform with a small locket carrying a picture of both parents. - Her father's family crest is worn on a leather bracelet on her left wrist. - On her right wrist she wears a silver bracelet that activates into a hoverboard that also acts as a key to her Air Bike.
Bio: When Eirian Crydaar was born, it was to the great General Aaron Crydaar and his wife the Admiral Illyina. She was told that once they were in love. Distantly she could remember that love, the occasional smile and kiss. But it had never lasted. When she was five her grandfather Darian fell to a pirate raid, and his Imperial Fleet ship was destroyed. The news shook the Crydaar household. A month later her mother had left Eluthian and ended her leave from the Imperial Fleet, leaving Eirian to be raised by her father.
Over her short childhood on Eluthian, Eirian was raised in a household of a man not quite prepared to be a father. Though Aaron did love her, she was left to multiple nannies, tutors, and martial arts teachers. He knew as well as any that she could be used against not only himself and the Torit army, but also her mother in the Imperial Fleet, and therefore needed protected and prepared. But he never quite mastered the aspects of allowing her to have a childhood. As such, Eirian grew into a rebellious child. Eluthian's capitol of Caliburn soon became plagued by the child's antics. After awhile her father was close to threatening military school. The only time she ever seemed to behave was with her mother's inconsistent visits while on short leave from the Excalibur. Eirian longed for her mother's love and presence, but always Illyina left with a small smile and promise to return.
When the dreaded Regulators began their attacks, her father was sent away to war and she left home. Rumors of the war reached home. At times news came of her mother, and always it was painful. Finally, the news stop, the war was over, and the rumor of Illyina Crydaar's disappearance reached the public's ears. It was not until her father returned, gray faced and holding back tears, that Eirian believed the rumor. For days she didn't leave her room. She had barely known her mother, and yet she could not stop the tears.
The days turned into months as she reached what her people called the 'Gray Wall'. Depressed, Eirian hid herself away and attempted to deal. Finally her father came to the door, clearly upset, and told her he was being sent from Eluthian. She could not come with to the war zone, and so he would have to send her to the guardian her mother had assigned. That meant the Excalibur II and Avalissa Reinhalt were to be her new home.
She left home, and was not entirely pleased about doing so. She's been plaguing the Excalibur for about a year now.
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Nickname(s):Wolf, Mika (But if anyone but Avalissa calls him that they'll get punched.)
Rank:Captain
Rate:Commanding Officer of Infernalis Operations
Alliance:I.F.
Age:36
Birth Date:October 29
Gender:Male
Race:Gen Mod Human: The government has altered his genes to make him heal swifter, have enhanced senses and reflexes, and age slower. He does not know of the Gen Mod.
Ship:Running Canis Ops off the Excalibur
Commanding Officer:None but the Government
Sexuality:Straight
Relationship Status:Dating Avalissa Reinhalt
Skills: -Strategy -Bludgeoning people -Speaking -Marksman -Flirting -Cooking (Few people know this.) -Hand to Hand combatant (I.C. training)
Abilities: -Strength: Max of Six Hundred lbs -Marksman: Cannot miss a target unless diverted by a telekinetic for example. -Teleport: Can teleport up to two hundred yards any direction. -Telekinetic: Can make a telekinetic shield and move objects
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Height:6'5''
Weight:225lbs
Body build:Muscular
Eye Color:Hazel
Hair:Brown hair a little shorter than shoulder length, tied back into a low pony tail.
Dislikes: -Pacifists -Fence sitters -Sticks-in-the-Mud -Arguers -Memories of the War
Fears: Nothing he'd say, but PTSD plagues him.
Motto(s): "Ya ever heard o' Duct Tape? Fixes everything!"
Personal Belongings: His rank and weapons.
Bio:Hidden for most of his life in a government lab, Mikail O'Sullivan did not see the world above ground until he awoke from a coma at the age of 17 in a military base and was taken in by the I.F. as a ward. He grew into the system, trained as a soldier the moment he was well enough to walk. Though he didn't know it, mastering the skills of the Dogs was exactly what the Imperial Fleet wanted. O'Sullivan was a mystery even to himself. But after awhile, he found his place among the Infernalis Canis Corps. Soon he was rising in their ranks and finding himself a leader. He liked the thrill of the battle and more than enjoyed the constant chase that was his job as a spy.
Too soon, however, the stakes heightened. A group of extremists called the Regulators came to the Infernalis Corps city of New Capita and destroyed the base. War began, with the Imperial Fleet ship Excalibur at its helm. During the war Mikail found himself falling for Crydaar's Lieutenant Reinhalt. They began a sort of fliratious relationship when they could, but unbeknowst to him she was under the control of the Regulators. For five years the war ripped apart the Universe, until finally Admiral Illyina Crydaar, Avalissa Reinhalt, and Mikail managed to make it to the Regulator base. The fight that ensued destroyed the control over Avalissa and the Regulator forces. What should have been a victory was not, as Illyina was lost and many lives taken.
It was not for another year that Mikail tried for a new life. He finally managed to ask Avalissa Reinhalt, the new captain of the Excalibur, on what qualified as a date in space...Well, he cooked her dinner. The two have been dating for the last few years. The Canis Corps headquarters is now run out of the Excalibur and from its old base in New Capita, with Mikail running the tech operations on the Excalibur.
◉Anya Dmitriev◉ Designated Role Play(s): { Sci Fi>>Centauri Hawk } Name: Anya Dmitriev Nick Names: Ana Alias: N/A
❧Physical Characteristics Age: 27 Hair: Red Eyes: Green Ethnicity: Russian Scars, Birthmarks, Tattoos: Her right shoulder is inked with the faces of Comedy and Tragedy while her lower back is inscribed with a rose that extends into tentacle like vines that wrap around her waist. Height: 5'8'' Weight: 138lbs Marital Status Single Orientation: Straight
❧Personal Info ❖Transcripts: Alignment: Good Current Occupation: Adventurer, Billionaire, Owner of Burya Int. Family: Wiktor Dimitriev {Father, Alive} Svetlana Dimitriev {Mother, Alive} Avalissa Dimitriev {Twin Sister, Alive} Pyotr {Elder Brother, Deceased} Yury {Younger Brother, Alive} Alexi Dimitriev {Grandfather, Alive} Rosalinde Dimiteriev {Grandmother, Deceased} Aubri Lowenski {Grandmother, Alive} Ivan Lowenski {Grandfather, Alive} Lovers, Friends, and Others: Erik Borovsky {Ex-Boyfriend/Business Partner} Julia Cherevin {Best Friend}
❖Personal: Personality: Condescending, rude, sarcastic, insulting, etc. Fears: Really tight freaking spaces, well, unless she's in said really tight space with a really hot man... Favorites: - Sketching - Flirting - The thought of her parents happy together - Jasmine Tea - Bars - Fighting - Making Money - Inventing ❧Skills,Abilities, and Powers Skills: - Great at Inventing Things - Sketching - Snarking - Flirting - Martial Arts - Baking
Abilities: - Insulting - Manipulating - Lying - Reading People
Powers: Am I supposed to have some, besides my gorgeousness or IQ?
Weaknesses: ....I'm human...
Technology/Weapons/Pharpenilia: -Lotsa fun little inventions she carries around from her business back home: > A few laser weapons and tasers. > A handy pocket/swiss army knife, future style. > Communicator/Hand Held A really high end computer the size of what was called a cell phone back when. I can do almost anything with it. GPS, Internet, Schematics, Hacking, the whooole she-bang.
History Theme Song:Cups and Die Young Earth seems to get all the freaky genius families, doesn't it? At least, that seems to be the case in the future. Born in St. Petersburg to the Dimitriev family of billionaires and freaky geniuses, Anya is what some would call a spoiled brat. Hell, she calls herself a spoiled brat. It works for her. But when at the age of three you have a talking computer producing any toy you could dream of, and by six a legion of genetically colored ponies...well, yes, spoiled brat does apply. Still, her family wasn't too keen on a couch potato-whining-brat for a kid, so she soon got into the business of being a rich and nerdy spoiled brat. Through highschool and college she managed to get in the papers for hitting the city hot spots, supporting a few research centers, and of course, dating the Prince of Wales.
Long story short, she was raised to build stuff to make the family richer. Unlike her sister, who preferred to get married as opposed to working for her living, Anya joined up with Burya Int. and worked under her father inside the company. The resulting inventions have fueled her eccentric taste and gi-hugic bank accounts for the last five years. Occasionally she wonders if maybe she works too much, considering her last boyfriend was a co-worker. As such, she has returned to her slightly teenaged whims; hopping bars and enjoying a good party or too. Better to be only slightly reclusive genius, than a hermit.
