Rioghnach Kavanagh
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Rioghnach Maeve Kavanagh
| NAME Rioghnach Maeve Kavanagh [Ree-oh-nah May-ve Ka-va-gnaw] ALIAS Rio, The White Queen, Kavanagh, Kaviar, Boom Boom, Bombshell. AGE 25 DATE OF BIRTH 07/28/2556 GENDER Female | PLAY BY Sara Fabel SEXUAL ORIENTATION Heterosexual AFFILIATION Neutral OCCUPATION Mercenary, Demolitions Expert PLACE OF BIRTH Persephone |
HEIGHT
5'2"
WEIGHT
115 lbs.
HAIR
Platinum blond, shaved on one side; nearly knee length.
EYE COLOR
Steel GreyPHYSICAL BUILD
Curvy, toned
DISTINGUISHING MARKS
Lots, and lots, of tattoos. Ears gauged.
GENERAL APPEARANCE
Nails are longer than average.
CLOTHING STYLE
Leather, spikes, weapons, "dangerous but totes hot."
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OVERALL PERSONALITY
Rio is, in short, a sarcastic bitch. She doesn't go out of her way to be rude, it just happens. She's incredibly passionate and it shows. Especially when something has pissed her off or irritated her. Trust me, you'll hear about it. She shows respect to those she feels deserve it, but even her version of respect is rather apathetic. She's a bit uncaring in a general sense being motivated by the amount of money she can make or how big she can make the explosion. She can be intimidating, and isn't afraid of a fight be it against someone her own size or larger; seeing as she's practically pocket sized. In private she has a secret love for romance novels and candy, tell anyone at your own peril. Also, explosions. There will be lots, and lots, of explosions.
| FATHER Thomas "The Rook" Kavanagh, retired. MOTHER Irelia Kavanagh SIBLINGS Seeley Kavanagh, younger brother. OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES None that she knows of. | SIGNIFICANT OTHER No flavor of the month currently. CHILDREN No, no, definitely not. OTHER SIGNIFICANT PERSONS None PETS None |
And there it was... The most beautiful house she had ever laid eyes on. The short blond climbed out of the rental car, her real estate agent watching her face as it fell in love. Steel grey eyes caressed the hard lines of the caramel color stained wood of her new home. And it would be hers. The real estate agent pulled out the paperwork, having already known that this would be the house that she would finally sell to Rio. After years of dealing with the picky Miss Kavanagh she would finally be rid of her. Rio held her hand over her mouth, simply in awe of the beautiful home. Rio insisted on doing a walkthrough before she signed any documents but ultimately she set foot in the foyer and was 100% sold. She couldn't wait to sign her name, and upon doing so demanded to move in that evening. Her heart swelled with pride once she'd managed to get all her gear into her new home. Boxes littered everywhere and it was already perfect.BACKSTORYThomas and Irelia Kavanagh met in the recovery ward of St. Bethanys Hospital on Persephone. Thomas, a mercenary known as The Rook, had made a rookie mistake and timed one of his toys just a tad too soon. The blast sent him flying, catching only the wave that follows an explosion that size. But it was the shrapnel that took his arm. Thankfully he was fitted with a mechanical prosthetic, thus his recovery. Meeting Irelia was a pivotal moment of his life and the two hit it off nearly instantly, if you call utter disregard hitting it off. Irelia was professional, being one of the nurses that cared for him. When Thomas first expressed interest in her she simply waved it off, thinking he hit on all the nurses. She spoke with her fellow nurses and they contested her theory. While she was attracted to Thomas clearly he wasn't the safest of men. She felt it necessary to distance herself from him and refused his advances, but Thomas was not a man to take no for an answer. He was enthralled with her, whether it was due to his medication and her sweet nature or because he'd simply fallen madly in love with her he was unsure. Either way he continued to ask her out, and she continued to politely decline.
Upon being discharged she finally agreed to one evening with him. One date. And he made the best of it. Still learning to use his new arm he did his best to cook her a meal. She, being punctual, arrived early to the disaster he'd created. Laughing hysterically, she helped him cook what was left of the ingredients and helped him clean up the mess. Their love bloomed from that night forward and the two were quickly married. Irelia urged Thomas to stop his 'mercing' and look for 'honest, safe' work. But Thomas had grown up with a father for a mercenary and didn't know any other kind of life. He loved Irelia dearly but she asked the one thing of him, that he couldn't fulfill. He did, however, begin taking on 'safer' jobs. Jobs that required less gunfire or any gunfire for that matter. A bounty hunter some of the time, and a demolitions expert other times. His need for safe, sure thing, jobs became more prevalent when Irelia became with child. The joy he felt overwhelmed him and for the first time in his life he considered trying life without being a merc. But money was already tight for them, even with Irelia working. Which Thomas was not fond of, especially pregnant.
The day Rioghnach was born was the happiest day of his life. The moment he met her steel grey eyes he fell in love all over again. Paternally, of course. She was the light of his life and it was clear early on that Rio was definitely a daddy's girl. She loved her mother, what child doesn't, but daddy was her idol. She would follow him around and mimic him and as she grew older he would lug her around to his off the job activities. He'd take her hunting, fishing, watching action movies, poker nights with the guys; everywhere. Except, of course, on the job. The older Rio got the more curious she became about her father's work. She would often ask her mother about how he made their money, and Irelia would quickly change the subject. It wasn't until she became pregnant with her second child that she finally set Rio down and explained her father's work. Instantly Rio was enthralled with the idea of being a mercenary. She saw her father as some kind of super hero, after all he had a bionic arm. She wanted to be just like him, and she told her mother so right then and there.
"If you follow your fathers footsteps I'll never speak to you again."
She said it with the utmost stillness on her face, meaning every word. Yet it couldn't deter Rio from her goal. Her father was a mercenary, a damn good one or he'd have died by now, why couldn't she? This was all around the time she started going to a new school. Rio had always been a bit on the heavier side, and because of it she had often shied away from people due to teasing comments. She was always the butt of some joke and it weighed heavily on her confidence. After Seeley was born she made herself a promise that she would change herself. If it took years, she would become the person she needed to be to follow her father's footsteps. At first it was subtle changes in diet, she lost a small bit of weight but nothing too noticeable. It was the harsh cruelty of a classmate on her way home that brought her crying to her father.
"Help me, daddy. Help me be beautiful."
He just smiled and framed her face with his large hand and his bionic hand and reassured her that she already was beautiful. She just had to realize it, and if losing weight was what she wanted to do to do that he would help her. From that day forward he took on her diet, encouraging her to stay on the bandwagon. He got up with her at 4 in the morning for their jogs, and over the summer she blossomed. The weight seemed to fall off of her and the more she took care of herself the more she learned to be a girl. Her mother taught her the ways of makeup and dresses and heels, but all she took to; really, was makeup and hair.
Upon returning to school people treated her drastically different. Girls that were once nice to her out of pity were rude and far more judgmental. The "popular" girls were nice to her face and cruel behind her back. But it was the males that truly made her grow bitter. Boys that once called her names and pushed her around were now too sweet, too nice. They were interested in what she wore beneath her new wardrobe. More and more people treated her differently and Rio became angry with it all. She didn't want their attention or their permission to live, and that's exactly how they made her feel. Like they were giving her the okay to be herself. She decided early on that she wouldn't let anyone ever make her feel inferior. She was gorgeous. She was healthy, fuck the rest of them.
In what would be considered her senior year, money became more and more of a problem. Irelia and Thomas were having issues making sure the bills were paid and that food was on the table. Rio stole some of her father's old notebooks, filled with his diagrams and instructions on how to arm and disarm certain explosives. And being her father's daughter she took them to Machiavelli, which wasn't his first name... or even his real name, but she'd known him as such since learning her father's profession. He was basically the man who handed out the jobs and she pleaded with him for his help. First he tested her knowledge with models that he used for training past employees which she passed with flying colors. Clearly she had the natural affinity for explosives that her father had, a useful skill that he could utilize. But to do so with such a young girl, the daughter of a friend... He was nervous about it. Reluctantly he agreed to help her get her foot in the door mostly because he knew she'd do it one way or another, best to do it where he can keep an eye on her.
Mach set up her first job and she excelled in the rinky dink of a job with ease. She pleaded for better paying work to help her family and once more he reluctantly agreed. But only if she swore on the life of her father that she would call him if trouble arose. He cared about his pal's daughter, but he cared about living more.
Her next three jobs were far more complicated and paid quite well, and once more she proved she was just as talented as her father. Using his notes as her knowledge base and simply letting her hands do as they pleased usually did the trick. But it was because of these better jobs that her secret was quickly found out. Her father noticed the influx of bonuses in their bank account and confronted Mach about the sudden surplus of his money. However he needn't ask Mach as two passing mercs answered his question for him.
"Man, you hear about Kavanagh last week?"
"I worked with Kavanagh last week..."
"AMAZING, RIGHT?!"
"You have noooooo idea."
The suggestive tone on that last one earned the gentleman a concussion... and Mach a broken nose. It was, of course, realized later that the now passed out gentleman was full of shit and known for such lies. When he confronted Rio about her new job she didn't even hesitate. She hated lying to her father in the first place, and now she wanted to share her love for his profession and expressed her want to follow his footsteps.
The 'Verse could hear his heart break that day.
He had asked whatever entity that lurked in the great beyond nothing but to spare his daughter from his hellish life. Yet here she was jumping into it willingly. He understood it, because he had been where she stood. He had followed his own father into the mercenary life. But he still urged her to reconsider her life's choice and choose something less dangerous. He used his bionic arm as a demonstration of one wrong move, of arrogance in one's work. But Rio could not be deterred. She'd fallen in love with the work from the start. She'd fallen in love with the explosions and the fire and the chaos long before she knew it was his line of work. It was all the action movies they watched together. All the hunting trips. All the fire crackers. Piece by piece it all led up to here and now. This was what she wanted, and even he couldn't stop her.
Thomas agreed to it, what choice did he have, but he gave her two conditions. First; he would personally teach her his own set of skills and tricks. Second; she had to tell her mother. The first was like winning the lottery. The second was like committing suicide... Because Irelia was going to kill her, and possibly Thomas. Telling her mother her plans for her life was worse than going to the dentist to have teeth pulled. And it hurt much deeper when her mothers matching steel grey eyes dead panned. She grew pale and empty and said one sentence.
"I swore I'd never speak to you if you followed your fathers footsteps. Don't expect another word."
That was the only moment in time that Rio ever rethought her choice. But it was quickly staunched by her overwhelming need to follow her desire to follow her father's footsteps. And explosions. Because, well, explosions. Irelia couldn't even bare to look at her daughter from that day forward and it drove a wedge between them even more. She grew to resent her mother, understanding her disdain but not her ability to turn her back on her daughter. She pulled in a few favors from Mach and packed her bags, unable to handle the utter disregard from her mother. That was the second day the 'Verse heard Thomas's heart break. He had to watch his little girl, and the love of his life, live in agonizing torture. He held Irelia as she shed her tears and blamed him, cursing the day they met. He carried the guilt. But he also carried the pride of knowing he'd raised his daughter to be her own person. Yes she was following his line of work but she was doing it for her, not for him. Originally for him and the family, but ultimately for herself.
She continued the training with her father, meeting him at the locations he specified. And training with him was a breeze. It was much like when he'd taught her to shoot a gun. Dangerous, exhilarating, and fascinating. Her natural affinity for it was from his genetics, strange I know. Either way it wasn't hard for her to pick up and later on she would teach her father a few new tricks. Her 'refined' knowledge in tow she returned to Mach for more well paying jobs. A: Because she owed him. B: Because she wanted them. He supplied, she delivered. And she did so with ease, making a name for herself quickly. Upon finishing a job she would leave a chess piece as her calling card, the white queen.
But weapons and markers weren't the only things she learned from her father, and not all lessons she learned from him were taught by him. She also learned from his example. For instance, Rio's daddy, even though she loved him and thought the world of him, couldn't handle a bank statement to save his life. While extra money from jobs helped the Kavanagh household when she could send it, Rio also learned the value of saving, and investing. So to avoid her family's failing financial drama, Rio began to put aside two portions of each check. She hired a broker that came highly recommended by Machiavelli, and each job, she sent a portion to him to invest as he saw fit. For almost two years, that yielded little, but there was always that promise in the back of her mind that it was better odds than the lottery. The other portion she began setting into a savings account to one day buy a home, and hopefully some land. But that plan was years away at best. She learned to take few risks, and began to really develop herself financially. As for her career, rumors spread, demands grew higher and even the military became interested in her. They even offered her a chance to enter the ranks as an officer. To which she replied;
"I'd 'ave te change me looks, aye?"
"You'd have to cut your hair, yes. And be in uniform, of course."
"Go fu'yerself, mate."
Rio bounced from job to job for years, doing phenomenal work that caught even more wayward eyes. She did larger jobs hitting larger targets and making larger checks. All in all she was doing pretty well for herself. And with each check she sent her father a cut, making sure that any extra money they needed they had. In time even her mother ended her vow of silence, at least via letters. She refused to send a wave, not ready for it, but she at the very least sent hand written letters to express her love. And even apologize. And Rio, of course, replied with her own heartfelt letter of love and forgiveness and apologies.
About five years ago, Rio got a job offer to join a new outfit run from aboard a single vessel, it would have paid a little more, but being a new firm, she decided to pass on the opportunity. At the time, she was working out of Osiris, and the longevity of her company, the stability, was the stronger comfort. Also about this time, her broker came through for her with a wonderful surprise, her investments had paid off after all those years, and though many had called her a fool, and told her she was throwing her money away, she had the last laugh now! Rio collected over four hundred thousand platinum, which was more than enough to purchase her long time dream, a home in the middle of nowhere. Not on Osiris, mind you, no Rio purchased a home on Aesir, far from the politics of the Alliance, but close enough to have a cheaper flight out here and there. It was a beautiful home that sat atop the highest point of the area, and boasted a view of it's entire valley. The valley itself was lush with green trees and a small river, which provided the perfect, peopleless getaway for her to vacation at. So began her hopeful tradition of taking a month of every year to relax in her wonderful home, and forget the troubles of the 'Verse for at least a short time each year. Her company's at a time policy, and mostly her high status within it, allowed her the right to do just that, and that purchase was her primary reason to stay put in her career, and in the 'Verse at large. Being on a ship that might travel anywhere, for a PMC that had only just begun, just didn't offer the hope of returning to her new spot each year. At the time Rio purchased her home, the extremely slow orbit of Himinbjorg had just begun its crawl around the White Sun system side of the Red Sun's system, and by the time it reached far enough around it's slow orbit to become a bothersome travel, she'd be ready to retire anyway, provided she hadn't blown herself up. The plan was perfect.
After two years however, the Alliance began to crack down on the overuse of PMC's throughout the White Sun System, and though she hadn't yet felt the decline in the job market, Rio saw the writing on the wall. So at last, she took the opportunity to look the old job offer back up, and with some well placed endorsements, she signed onto Peerless Ltd, run by her short statured captain, Roger Davis. Davis needed a demolitions expert for a mission, and in fact, had been looking for a good one for a while, and Rio came highly recommended. The condition of her being able to vacation at least once a year approved, Rio began her new life with fervor, and Davis put her to the test. She had handled several high level hits in her time, but she'd always managed to stay out of back to back firefights, until now. All her father's training paid off however, and Rio proved to be every bit the asset she'd been hyped up to be, and then some. One job in particular, the Peerless was tasked to eliminate a target that was guarded at all hours by motorcade, bulletproof glass and all manner of turtle'ing. Davis went to Rio for an answer to the problem, and she delivered. Rio supplied a custom bomb into the internal components of a handheld datapad, and applied a fingerprint scanner for the device as the detonator. Davis supplied the fingerprints. And their target supplied the boomy. Over the years, Rio and her new crew grew to trust each other more and she developed a love/hate relationship with them. It was never a question of loyalty, but more respect. Rio had worked with groups before, but for the majority of her life, the most of her interaction with the outside world was the simple calling cards of little chess piece fragments that she left polka dotted across the map of 34 Tauri. So while she wasn't socially retarded, she'd just grown to be happier alone. Call it, backlash. She'd been this way since she'd dropped her weight so many years before.
Living on a ship with everyone so tightly compacted together all hours of the night and day was by itself a new experience, and took some getting used to. And fellow crew members could be so very bothersome to the loner. To Rio, she was watching their backs, why this over-attached need from everyone to be politically correct? You're alive aren't you? I'm doin the job aren't I? Then shut up, and get out of my face! But her hard skin proved on many occasions to be enough of a deterrent to having to deal with too many healthy doses of interaction. Basically, she was in fact a bitch, and she didn't much care who knew it, much less how any poor new sap had to learn it. The best member of the Peerless so far hired in Rio's opinion, and the smartest move made yet by her Captain, was the hiring of one Desmond Matheson. The guy was also a demolitions expert, but also a tinkerer. They had a great working relationship, Dez would build a bomb, then Rio would show how to make it more boomy, then they would argue, then they would contest each other's ability, then they would place a bet, then the Captain would reprimand them both for the ensuing "Contest"... Had the man sported a few more tats, she might have been in love.
Her annual vacations became an issue two years ago, when a new highway was finally finished near her home on Aesir. She'd returned to find it vandalized, the windows busted out, beer cans all over, rain had ruined her floors, half her stuff was broken, the other half was just gone. It was like her evil twin had stayed for a long weekend, and she hadn't been invited... Rio. Was. Pissed. She'd spent years fixing her home to be perfect, and now it was a dilapidated shell. Every chance she got, between large contracts, Rio returned home to renovate it, and every time, something new had cropped up. She has never found the culprits responsible for the repeated ransacking of her prized home, but if she ever does. Man. Talk about a last day alive, with bombs even. Dez has even repeatedly offered his own help dispatching the offenders from existence, and that glorious moment has been planned and re-planned for years now. Although, not even a sighting has ever been garnered.
Other than the run of the mill of being a mercenary in a galaxy of turmoil, the rest is really history. She's in the business of kicking ass, and business is booming! She works, she gets paid. And after four years, she's grown to like the crew. Don't tell them though. Otherwise she'll have to blow up the ship.
THE ENDROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Five Years Later.
"Ye've got ta be kiddin' meh..." Rio barked over the wave. The contractor stared back at her with a grim face. "I'm sorry Miss Kavanagh, but that's my price. You need new piping beneath the house, and even new wiring for the electricity." He frowned, his brow furrowing at the small blond woman that looked positively livid. "I'm not even sure why someone would pull wiring out of the wall like that... But regardless you'll need it replaced." He said in a serious voice. Steel grey eyes glared darkly at him. "Ye'ar only chargin' me this rate because ye know I've go'tha cash flow to recover from it." She snapped and she saw the flicker in his eye which made her upper lip curl in a sneer. He was the only contractor in her county and honestly he was very good at his job. But her house was vandalized so often she was getting sick of his ungodly rates. Especially as they've climbed year after year. The asshole probably ruined it himself just for the money. "Fine." She snapped in her heavy Irish accent. "Get yer damn crew ready and fix me'ouse before I 'ave me vacation." She hissed, sounding rather defeated.
Angrily she shut off the wave and kicked at the table with her heavy boot. Which was, of course, about the time that Vitale strolled on in. Cupcake halfway in his mouth he called out to her, "Bad day?" Rio climbed to her feet, doing her best not to put her fist through one of the reinforced walls. Or.. just blowing a hole in them. Though that did sound fun. She scowled at her crewmate, "Ach. Bad dae donnae even cov'r et. Fuck'n contractor called." Vitale grinned, wiping chocolate off his face. "House got broken into again?" He cackled, cracking a smile. The blond narrowed her eyes at him and scowled. "Aye. The li'l bastards tore out me electric wire'n, stripped me ACs copper, busted me pipes... An tha's just what I'll 'ave to pay Franco fer." She said in a rage, letting out a gasp of frustration. "If'n I e're find tha l'il prick tha's destroy'n me sweet 'ouse I'll 'ave is 'ead." She shoved Vitale a bit as he started laughing louder. "Oh shu'up!" She hissed growling at him. "Ets go'n teh cost me 60,000 platinum all together fer all o'this shite. I'll 'ave teh replace furniture as well..." The blond looked furious, which was the nice way of saying she needed a smoke and a stick of dynamite.
"Whas our next job, aye? I need teh mae somethin go boom." She barked, pulling a cigarette free and lighting it.
Roleplay Experience: Started when I was 9. I'm 23. Do the math.
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