A. Emery Kitaev [Complete]
Mar 3, 2013 3:14:04 GMT -7
Post by aeva on Mar 3, 2013 3:14:04 GMT -7
Aeva Emery Kitaev
"I will not bow. I will not break."
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Full Name - Aeva Emery Kitaev
Nicknames/Alias - Domina.
Age - 26
Date of Birth - October 31
Gender - Female
Sexual Orientation - Heterosexual.
Affiliation - Alliance.
Occupation - Intelligence Liaison Officer of the Ministry of Intelligence. Military rank of Captain.
Play-By - Michelle Trachtenberg
Build - Short, curvy.
Height & Weight - 5'2
Hair - Black/brown, long, soft wave, usually worn down.
Eyes - Ice blue.
Unique Features - currently her only tattoo.
Dressing Style - Emery's style of clothing usually depends on whether she is on or off duty. Either way her fashion sense is very edgy, and a lot of leather. She uses her frame to her advantage, usually donning clothes that accent each curve. Though she still dresses to be comfortable for her.
Other - None.
Likes - Being in control, her job, bats, loyalty, Alliance, order with a splash of chaos.
Dislikes - Too much chaos, Independent loyalists, the smell of rosemary, betrayal, disobedience.
Quirks/Habits - Upper lip twitches slightly when ticked off.
Fears - To end up like her father.
Secrets - Does actually have a heart.
Strengths - Iron clad will, unyielding in battle, Intel
Weaknesses - Somewhat paranoid, not the kindest person, not very trusting, somewhat sadistic.
Talents/Special Abilities - Seduction, looking innocent and appearing harmless, covert ops.
Aspirations - To be fully inducted into the Ministry of Intelligence for covert operations. Regain family honor.
Overall Personality - Emery is vain and comes off a bit cruel. She is confident in herself and her abilities, possibly too confident. She's a bit off her rocker at times and can come off as a creepy, sexy, sociopath. She's slippery and very sneaky. She's stubborn as a mule, and thinks herself never wrong. She lies easily, whether that's due to her training in covert operations or not is unclear.
She has a quick temper and can turn into a snake at the tiniest insults, but she can also confuse you and be calm as ever. Emery is a bit of a toss up when it comes to reactions. Sometimes she’s hot, sometimes she’s cold. It’s almost like she’s two people in one body. But all in all she’s very intelligent and usually knows exactly what she’s doing. Manipulation comes easy to her.
One thing that throws Emery off the deep end is betrayal. She is a stickler for treason and the like. When it comes to her military you’re either all in or you’re dead. Because of this severity towards those who could be would be traitors Emery is very difficult to get to trust. She is also slightly paranoid, expecting everyone to be against her one way or the other. In some ways it helps her, in others it’s a weakness.
But through all of this Emery has a keen intelligence. She uses her skills to the fullest, and has been known to use her small stature against her foes. Looking harmless can help when you’re in enemy riddled territory. Seduction is not beneath her; in fact it’s a fantastic tactic in her eyes. So she can be a bit of a flirt should she feel the need to use that particular door to get another to open.
On top of everything she’s calculating. Constantly.
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Father - General Ivan Kitaev - Discharged - completely insane.
Mother - Tati Kitaev - Deceased. - died during child birth.
Siblings - None.
Other Significant People - Major Jacob Thompson.
Pets - White winged vampire bat named Grigori or Gori.
Your History - Like most Army brats Emery was born upon planet Boros. Her father, a well known and decorated General, was disappointed that she was female but his disdain would be replaced with grief. Tati, his wife of nearly 20 years died during childbirth. Emery was all he had left of her.
In the beginning of their relationship her father held a sense of fault against her. Her birth caused his beloved wives demise. One can see how this might play on a childs mind. Emery took it upon herself to gain her fathers love by doing the only thing she could think of, "being a boy." He had longed for a son, a boy to follow him into the military and continue the good name of Kitaev. And Emery chose to take that position for herself.
When Ivan Kitaev actually took notice of his daughter he began to see her potential. She was able bodied, and more than willing to learn. Their years together would turn her into a very obedient little soldier. He challenged her mind, practically turning her into a sleeper cell soldier. And Emery felt they were finally bonding, like her father was finally glad to have her.
But their happy time was short lived with the coming of war.
General Kitaev moved his daughter and himself onto a military base, trying to keep her close while he took care of business so to speak. But as fate would have it the compound would be attacked, and eventually invaded. Ivan was lost to Emery as a fellow Alliance soldier snatched the young girl into a ship, transporting her to safety.
For months she waited in fear of news. Would he be dead? Would they have tortured him? But it would be much worse when the time came. It was nearly three am when a soldier nearly kicked her door down, the very same soldier that had saved her life. Her father had been dumped in a ditch back on Boros and they had brought him to the compound.
Emery rushed to the medbay, expecting to see the crumpled man that was her father. What she found was exactly that. He had been beated severely, was unable to move much on his own. He was talking rapidly, spouting nonsense. She came to his side, placing her tear stained face before his, trying to bring back an ounce of his sanity. For a moment he saw her, his badly broken hand trying to find her face.
"I broke, daughter. Our secrets.. are out."
The words that broke her heart, and any glimmer of respect she had for her father. Her father was a traitor. In all the years he had informally trained her, all of their sparring and her beatings. All of his adamant speeches about loyalty to the Alliance and the will to die before revealing anything.. And he had given them everything.
She couldn't look at him. Couldn't take the notion that her father, the once feared General had given in to terrorists.
Disgust filled her to the brim, and she knew then that she would never be able to look at her father the same way. Not just because he had betrayed their biggest rule, but because she knew he'd be incarcerated. Or at least placed in an institution. He was no longer there, not fully. His mind was in shambles, his only lucid moments shining through for her.
Just as she had thought they did indeed put him in holding, mental ward. And she was left to her own devices, not even old enough to join the service yet. She knew that was where her future led. Her father had brought disgrace to the Kitaev name, and she would regain their former glory.
Luck would pay her a small visit however. Instead of sending her to an orphanage the soldier from before volunteered to take her in. He had lost his kid sister years ago in a fatal ship wreck. Emery reminded him of her. Major Jacob Thompson. He became her best friend and her big brother. He took her in, continued to train her, when he wasn't on active duty during the war, to the best of his ability and did his best to ease the hardness that took hold of her heart. All in vain. His only accomplishment on this front was her companionship with a bat. She found him as a baby, being prodded by a group of younger children. She took the tiny creature from the leering kids and nursed him back to health. She named him Grigori, and fell in love with the little vampire; often feeding him her own blood.
Upon reaching legal age she immediately signed up for formal training at the Alliance Military Acadamy on Boros. Originally she wasn't acknowledged for any special tactics or roles, simply ground forces. But she pushed her way through everything they threw at her with gusto and worked her way into the eyes of her superiors. It didn't take long for the Ministry of Intelligence to get their hands on her, inducting her in as predominantly Intel gathering upon her graduation at 22. Her strengths flourished under their careful honing. She excelled in the field impressing many officers, and quickly moved through the ranks. Her vicious approach to the enemy while applying stealth and grand scheming earned her many honors and many heads turned in her direction.
They began to see her dedication more and more, especially after she completed her MoI training at 23. She knew more doors would open for her, and her goals were set. She wanted to become a covert op. She would be the nightmare that the enemy dreaded most. Just her. Not even her team persay. She wanted to watch them tremble, and know the name that brought them their end.
For three years she has pushed herself to every limit as a Liaison Officer working with Special Forces to gain extra combat training. Every new challenge, every new battle, brings her closer to her ultimate goal and her families redemption. Her evaluation will be soon, she can feel it. And once she is given her status as a Covert Op the world will tremble.
Her name will be whispered for fear saying it aloud will bring her closer.
What should we call you? - Hannii
Roleplaying Experience - TOO MUCH!
Where did you find us? - The 'Verse
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Post Script -
Other characters - Harper Montgomery and Isi Galilahi
How we should contact you - PM and skype [See Harper for skype info]
Roleplay Example - The fist came down upon her face like a wave crashing on a mountain. Stars swam before her eyes for a moment, but she never once cried out. Icy blue eyes glared at the large man delivering the beating. "WHERE IS THE NEXT RAID?!" He barked, and Emery only smiled, her lip bleeding profusely. The smirk earned her another fist to the face. If she lived through this it would be quite the bruise.
The copper taste of her own blood filled her mouth, danced over her tongue, and she spat it at him; laughing. Emery wasn't her father. She would never break. They'd kill her first. "She ain't gonna break, sir." He said darkly, his scarred face glowering down at her. Emery's head tilted to the side, making her look almost childlike. He scowled at her, almost disturbed at the empty coldness that filled her eyes. Like two orbs filled with endless snowbanks and blizzard winds, she stared at him. He would see them again, later while he was flat on his back and bleeding.
Even now her hand worked tirelessly, softly working the tiny blade through the rope.
The other man in the room, hidden by shadow, came into view. He stood at nearly seven feet tall, his hair was wiry and greying with age. He had to be at least 50 Emery thought. But from the neck down he had the body of a young man. His chest was bare, broad, and riddled with the scars of up close and personal battle. He had seen many squabbles. He was the threat. The brains and the muscle. A dangerous combination.
One that would need snuffing.
She met eyes with him, staring into empty pits of black. They had the same darkness in them. Of that she was certain. His name was Ryan McVont. And they wanted him taken out, and any information on his organization.
"Kitaev.." He said coldly, and Emery snapped to attention. She watched him like you'd watch a snake. Or rather like a snake would watch food. He was prey to her. Nothing more. Nothing less.
"I recall another Kitaev in my service with the Browncoats." He huffed harshly. "What was his name... Oh yes, Ivan. General Ivan Kitaev. What a talker, that one. Gave us everything... we hadn't even started the real fun. And he burst like dam."
The last stitch of rope snapped and she held it firmly in her hand. Couldn't have it falling to the floor before she was ready for them to know. Her upper lip twitched a bit with the current subject, but her eyes were empty. Just two calculating orbs.
He moved closer, pushing his face close to hers. "He squealed your name, little Kitaev."
Now see... that was just too far.
Emery slammed her forehead into his nose, feeling the breaking like the crunch of stepping on a bug. Must have been broken recently. She stood in one fluid motion before either of them knew what to do. But it was too late for McVont. He was already dead on the floor, his throat open and oozing.
She turned to the smaller of the two men, grinning. "Care teh chat now?"
Emery sat up like a board, gasping for breath, and gripping the handle of her rifle. She stared into the darkness, glaring at the door to her quarters. The small woman reached for her cat of nine tails, holding the handle until her knuckles were white. She approached the door, hearing the second knock. Perhaps the third. She quietly opened the small hole she'd modified for the barrel of a gun to fit through from one side of the door. Holding it in place with a steady hand she slid the small block open to reveal a pair of vibrant green eyes.
"Sir." He bellowed. "You're needed on the bridge, we may have some company, sir." He said cooly, waiting for her response.
"Return to your post Hoelbrek. And send word to Captain Mitchell that I'll be there in a moment." She said darkly. Even through the tiny eye slots she could see him nod and salute her before turning towards the communications device. Why hadn't they just used the intercom that was linked to her quarters? Probably because she had disabled them recently to check for bugs.
Paranoid? Nah.
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