Kovach, Anya.

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ANYA KOVACH





and if this moment is gone in a flash
and my hand in yours becomes ash in ash
and everyone becomes just dust in the blast
at least this day will be our last

Full Name - Anya Marie (née Kovach) Ortega.
Nicknames/Alias - Anya Kovach, Kovach.
Age - 32.
Date of Birth - May 4th.
Place of Birth - Constance, Kalidasa System.
Gender - Female.
Sexual Orientation - Hetero.
Affiliation - Marco Ortega, Neutral.
Occupation - Scavenger/Salvager, Mercenary, Pilot.

Play-By - Milla Jovovich.
Build - Toned, physically fit and slender.
Height & Weight - 5'8", 130lbs.
Hair - Brown, jaw-length, choppy.
Eyes - Green.
Unique Features -
••"She's crazy hot!" - Marco.
••Marco's name tattooed on her right buttcheek. Because he's a pain in her ass.
••Tattoo on her right shoulder: Link
Dressing Style -
The best way to describe Anya Kovach's sense of dress would have to be comparable to a Rim-World Bandit. She is a woman from the raggedy edge and dresses accordingly. The woman is a mercenary by trade, so there is always a harness or mess of holsters and pouches about her person, too. Clothing is generally worn, ripped or repaired in some fashion.
First Look
Second Look
Other -
••Para-Ordnance 1911 Nite-Tac.
••Sawn-Off Shotgun, Double-Barrel.
••Uzi.
••Kukri x2.

Likes -
••New guns and tech toys to play around with - and use.
••Being proved right.
••Winning an argument.
••Little knick-knacks and ornaments.
••To be wined and dined.
Dislikes -
••Marco's opinions and everything he stands for.
••Messes to clean up.
••Comments about her flying skills.
••Being told she can't do something. Oh, she'll do it.
••Being kept waiting.
Quirks/Habits -
••Very hands-on with objects and surfaces. Likes to touch things.
••Also very hands-on with her husband. Sometimes he just needs a smack.
••Always seems to aim for the throat first.
Fears -
••That Marco will go do something stupid and get himself killed.
••Chickens - childhood trauma thing.
Secrets -
••Never told her family she married Marco.
••Wishes she had gotten on better with her father.
Strengths -
••Combat proficiency in the area of close-quarters and small firearms.
••No-nonsense and decisive.
••Her strength of will and independence.
Weaknesses -
••Her piloting skills are not the best. In fact, Marco will always remark how crazy she flies.
••Can be too cocky and overconfident, also reckless.
••Can let her emotions get the better of her, become blinded or short-sighted by it.
Talents/Special Abilities -
••Fit to the point of acrobatic in some cases.
••Great at improvising and using her environment to her advantage.
••Explosions just seem to happen around her sometimes.
Aspirations -
••To spend the rest of her life with the man she loves, but can't stand, until they're old and grey.
••To make sure whenever they get a new weapon, she get's to use it first.
Overall Personality -
Anya Kovach is a wild woman. She is easy to anger and quick to judge. Violence is most generally her answer to everything, and usually to answer anything her husband happens to utter. She is argumentative and will not hesitate to voice her opinion on a matter or whether someone else is wrong. There is something untameable about the woman, with something close to a streak of crazy - or so her stupid other half claims, but he's an idiot. Also, Anya is quick to insult others, and holds a crude sense of humour with the dirtiest laugh when something tickles her. There are moments when she can crack a smile, maybe even a warm and meaningful one, but there is definitely a lot of passion to the woman. Unfortunately, that sometimes comes with a passion for certain things other that... passion, like weapons or good music.

Father - Magnus Kovach, sixties, owner of the Lucky Shot Bar, a neutral, big guy with a bit of a temper. Hates Marco.
Mother - Josephine Kovach, in her sixties, also works the bar, it's the family business now.
Siblings - Ulrika & Tatiana Kovach, younger sisters, twins, in their twenties, both are barmaids.
Other Significant People - N/A
Pets - None.
Your History -

Constance. It had it's rich and it's poor. Slums and cities spanned across it's surface. For generations, the Kovach family had been living there - and originally they were farmers. Then their land got polluted to go se and they had to move - but, we're getting a little ahead of ourselves. Magnus Kovach ruled his household with an iron fist. When baby Anya came along, she was both the apple of his eye, and a nightmare to keep in line. Even as a toddler she was a little terror - cute as a button, too, but don't let that fool you even for a second. The real problems started as she grew up. A smart kid, but she wasn't one to apply it much. Somewhat lazy in her early years and then she hit her teens. Her twin little sisters had come along by now, making more hell for Magnus and Josephine by way of being well... girls. Magnus may not have gotten the son he wanted, but to be fair, there was too much going on in that household for him to think on it. Maybe dream. If there was trouble to get into, Anya would find a way to get into it, cause as much destruction as possible, then get caught. There never was much of a guilty look on her face, just a grin of accomplishment. Her father shouting at her turned into shouting matches between the two as she grew.

Around fifteen years of age, and still living out on the lands that belonged to the Kovachs for generations, Anya was fortunate ( or unfortunate ) enough to find a kindred spirit in a slightly older boy by name of Marco Ortega. His family had come from an even poorer background up on the moon of Disraeli and just for that they already carried a stigma with them. There wasn't much of a warm welcome within that farming community, but Magnus had said his piece. Pretty much equated to a lot of slurs about them being poor moonies. Anya had corrected him that they were never much by way of riches either, but Magnus had countered with the idea that they had been here for generations. So, apparently that made it okay. His bigotry aside, Anya hit it off with the Ortega boy. The fact that Magnus had also told her to stay away from them might have been part of the reason.

The pair became somewhat notorious around the nearby neighbourhoods. The local little dusty towns knew better than to hang around when Anya and Marco were fixing to cause some trouble. It hadn't been easy at first - they were prone to these differing opinions and tastes, yet still managed to go together like two peas in a pod. Marco got it into his head they were meant to be - or something else equally stupid. He asked her out. He thought it was a no-brainer. Anya denied him quite a few times - she would say at least ten where he would claim it were four or five. Anya was at the mercy of Marco trying anything to get her to say yes to dating him. Part of the appeal was her father hated him - at least Anya could admit that. Okay, so he was kind of good looking, too. What did it take, though? Anya always remembers what it took. They must have known each other long enough to know just what they disagreed with when it came to the other. Marco had always been fixing to do something bold, and by bold I mean idiotic. Old farmer Hershel grew the best flowers in the area - the prize-winning at a county fair kind of flowers. A big gesture was apparently what Anya needed to sway her, and so, Marco uprooted a handful of the nicest - hell, he didn't know, flowers were flowers - bouquet he could find. At first? Anya had called him the usual string of names to describe the fool he was being when he had offered them out to her. Then old Hershel had popped out of his tool shed, a sudden fire in the old man's eyes when he saw the sizeable hole in his garden. Forced to run, the pair of teens fled. Once out of the old man's sight, and prior to getting the usual telling off, Anya had found it in her to see a sweet side to what Marco had done. So maybe she liked him back. A little.

Tragedy struck the Kovach household some time a few years later. With corporations moving in from the big cities, dumping a monstrous factory not too far from the Kovach farm. They had been offered the chance to sell their land off and move from the money - of course, Magnus had told them where they could stick their coin. There was no buying generations spent raising family on some scrap of land. By the time their land was all but polluted and useless, the Kovachs were offered a second, cheaper offer that they could only accept - Magnus couldn't fight it, and thought more on his family instead. So, off into the city they went. With the money they had earned, saved and been bought off with, Magnus decided to try something a little different. The large man started his own bar - the Lucky Shot. Now, it was a dive, but it had it's charm. Everyone would eventually be pitching in to run it, and Anya was already getting startlingly close to an adult. This move had forced the girl - much to her father's delight - to wave goodbye to that Ortega boy. As if that would stop him, right?

Now subject to a decent city life, Anya landed herself a job not working on a farm. It was crazy. Even though it was a little less than a waitress in a rather up-market restaurant - they had to teach her manners and everything, it was awful - it was still a step up. The head waiter had taken a shine to her. A pretty, rough-around-the-edges girl from out in the country. His name happened to be Hayden Banks, and before long he was already asking the Kovach girl out. Just as friends, at first. Going for quiet drinks or a meal. Her whole life appeared to be some vast improvement, and yet to Anya, it wasn't what she wanted. It was all just what everyone else wanted for her. But it was better than nothing, you know? It came as a surprise to her when Marco Ortega thrust himself back into her life. The scruffy young man turned up on the doorstep of the Lucky Shot, with a stupid grin on his face, and promptly got into a fight with her old man. He refused to tell him where Anya was, and took the opportunity to slam the door in his face. So, then, that somehow led to him turning up at her work. Thankfully, he didn't get her fired, but he did cause a little drama by way of walking muddy work boots through and calling across to her. Aaron had wanted him thrown out, Marco immediately about to turn on the head waiter, until Anya intervened. He had followed her all the way there. She didn't know what to do, or what to think about it all. Sure, it was sweet, but she was trying to hold down a new job and survive in the city. Marco wanted her back, and well, Anya said she had to think about it.

It wasn't long before Aaron attempted to get himself closer to Anya. Marco had made a few attempts to drive him off or threaten him away, but apparently Banks had some influential friends around town - because he didn't show an inch of fear from Marco's threats. Anya had thought things to have quietened down, and managed to juggle between spending time with Aaron and hanging out with Marco - who still kept telling her to ditch the guy and that job. Always saying that they were bad folks and that Banks guy was only after one thing - which Anya laughed at because Marco had never been too shy about what he wanted. Frankly, she was surprised things lasted as long as they did. Take one fancy boat party, Anya in a little dress and Aaron looking to show off just who he knew. Add in that Marco had snuck himself aboard and you've got yourself a real party. Marco decided to make good on those threats, and beat Aaron to within an inch of his life. Of course, this didn't really go unnoticed, and turned into Aaron's good friends beating the ever-loving rut out of Marco. Anya yelled and screamed and even went to throw a punch at one herself before someone ended up dead. Marco was thrown back on the docks, the party boat left, and Anya decided to stay behind. There was a little berating on her end. She called him all the names under the sun until eventually, Anya just sighed. All Marco had said was "He's wasn't good enough for you." Defeated, Kovach sat herself down next to the beaten, bloody and bruised Ortega, looking at his one swollen eye and split lip. Then she kissed the idiot.

It wasn't until she was about twenty-two that Marco asked her to marry him, and Anya was crazy enough to say yes. They were wed later that year with a quick and painless little ceremony. Their honeymoon was something organised by Marco himself. A trip on a luxury little ship. A vintage Dionysus class with an impressive little set-up. Only, they loved it so much, that the ship was never really returned. The new couple "kept" it for themselves and didn't bother looking back. Anya never told her father she got married to Marco, and she wasn't about to head back to Constance any time soon to tell him. Instead, she looked forward to a life in the stars, with the couple turning that ship into the Opinicus, and home. This is where their life out on the Rim started and how they turned into the badass scavenger mercs that they are today, with a little bounty hunting on the side. Just scraping around and surviving the only way they know how - by bickering about every little decision.

What should we call you? - Edi.
Roleplaying Experience - You don' wanna know.
Where did you find us? - Hiding in my closet.
Prove Yourself - MRYDFK
Post Script - Gonna be putting Winter into inactives and/or delete her and replacing her with Anya. Unless I delete anyone else. Either way, someone's gotta go. Other than Edi, Sam and Ros.
Other characters - Edi, Sam, Ros, etc...
How we should contact you - PM, sometimes Skype.
Roleplay Example -

So there they were. One dusty ridge over a dustball of a town. That moron, Chavez was sitting pretty on his own gorram bounty like it weren't no thing and he was clean and clear. It was pretty much enough to make Anya wanted to shoot him with a few rounds of the very pretty new rifle she currently had cradled within her grasp. Mrs Ortega was not above such a feat, and with this new baby? Piece of piss. The only factor that might have stopped her for the moment happened to involve a couple extra and higher digits to a pay-check as well as the lingering form of her husband sprawled out beside her. His eyes were to the binoculars, and her eye was to the scope. Both were watching exactly different things. The idea was supposed to be to look for a way in. A quick and quiet route that would have them on top of Chavez before he could shit his pants. Marco's line of sight had to be on that road leading up from his blind spot - she had already looked - but sweet Anya's was most certainly focusing on different portions of that stupid SOB. Mostly his stupid, smug face and how easy it would be to just pop him in the head, call this a job well done.

Then there was this bothersome, annoying noise going on in her ear she really needed to get checked out. Oh, it was just Marco giving her the run-down of his perfect little plan. Sure, it was nice and all, and it would most likely work. But that's what it was. A lot of work. A lot of work they could avoid if but for one little thing.

"I think I see a way in on the east, between those two trucks. He wouldn't be able to get his rig before we were right up on him," Marco said to his wife, he lowered his binoculars, and pointed in the direction he meant.

"I can take him right now. From here. Job done." Anya didn't even bother to move her scope to look where Marco had suggested, because she had such a perfect shot all lined up.

"Babe... we aren't taking him from anywhere. Bounty is twice as much alive as it is dead, we need that money." There was that annoying noise again. Telling her what she couldn't or at least shouldn't do.

"If you could see what I could see-- I mean, I could shoot him in one ball and leave the other to cry about it." Her eye still hadn't left the scope, clearly impressed by just how good the scope was and not listening to a damn word said. Marco was most likely going to continue contesting her, but it wasn't like Anya was going to stop trying to press the importance of her own point. It was what marriage was all about, right? Proving which of you is correct?

"Don't. Look, over there." He said, pointing again, and again she didn't look. "There's an opening wide as a highway, we could stroll right in and put him in cuffs. Plenty of places for you to sneak in."

"Bring me out here with this new toy, and you expect me not to shoot it?" She started to complain, because they had just bought this rifle, and Anya was sure as shit gonna use it today. She had already decided on it. And whether she was gonna use it on Chavez or something else, she was gonna use it.

"Babe." There was that tone. He knew what she was planning, and just what his darling wife was capable of, and his tone of half plea and half 'listen here, woman' reflected that.

"You have any idea how heavy this thing is?" As if that was the right excuse to justify all of what was happening here.

"I'll carry it down for you."

"Okay, how about I just tag him? One shot, clean through the kneecap, he screams about it, but he's still alive. Everyone wins." She sounded pretty convincing. And she even lined it up so the bullet would hit him right where she promised. The scope hovered down by the man's kneecap as it bobbed up and down from the tapping of his foot to some unknown rhythm.

"No." So much for convincing.

"I'm doing it."

"Anya no. Alive means alive, he could bleed out you pop him with one of those rounds. And we agreed that we'd only shoot that thing if he tried to get away, and only to use it on his landcar. Besides, you don't want to shoot anywhere near there anyway, right behind him is a fuel--"

To his credit, Marco was making all the sense in the worlds, and everything that came out of his mouth usually, Anya considered to be idiotic gibberish. To Anya's credit, however, she was pretty good at tuning him out and not listening to a gorram word he said. Instead, Anya had taken the forward-thinking to decide on a warning shot capable of keeping Chavez from running anywhere. However, it was as if as soon as the trigger was pulled, there came a hell-fire of smoke and flame that plumbed up and out of where that dusty little town once stood. The force and noise was deafening, the air was obscured by dust and smoke, and Anya had simply dropped her head down and covered it up with her arms. As the blast subsided - after everything around it had blown up in succession that could blow up - she had slowly raised her head, covered in dirt and dust as she was, and stared out in amazement at the carnage she had caused. The air cleared, and they were now staring at a crater. Her gaze flitted to the rifle, briefly, as if wondering if it was just that alone to cause it. Then Marco finished his sentence when the power of speech returned to him.

"Cell."

The realisation settled in, and dawned upon her just what that had been nestled behind her mark. Oh. Well then. Wide eyes were eventually turned upon her loving husband, who really couldn't and shouldn't be too mad at her. I mean, how was she to know, right? The expression on her face was something akin to a poor attempt at clueless innocence, but she sold it really well in this case, "Uh... oops."

Her husband took his attention off her and settled it upon that of what used to be a small, dustball town. "Lets..." He started to walk without her, "Just go see if there's a toe left or something..."

Anya slowly lofted herself up, the rifle still cradled within her arms, and watched after Marco as he set his path down that hill. Another glance was given towards the gun in her grasp. Eventually, her still stunned expression stretched into a rather pleased little grin.

"Oh, I am so keepin' you."

SYR INTEGRA of CAUTION 2.0 created this and she will happily hunt you down, rip out your spinal cord, and beat you to death with it if you steal her hard work and claim it as your own. especially since she will gladly share it with any and all who wish to use it, provided they leave her nice, little credit attached.

[Roger]