Post by Eunice Valencia on May 23, 2013 13:55:34 GMT -8
Your Name: Ke'urah
Character's name: Eunice A. Valencia
Character's nickname: Yuna (Eun-A) or V
Ace Archtype: Eugene A. Valencia
Gender: Female
Orientation: Pansexual
Age: 19
Familiar: Fennec Fox
Affiliation: Mercenary (former: Liberion Navy)
Rank: Equivalent to Master Chief Petty Officer
Striker Model: Grumman F6F Hellcat
Weapons: Browning M2 (has to aim with tracers unless she is supported), Colt M1911, when she is out of options she uses her fists and her M2 as a club
Family, ethnicity: Liberian with Moroccan descent
Diction, accent, etc: Liberion, some Arabic corruption
Appearence: She stands at 5 feet 7 inches with slightly tan skin that is marred by several scars. She has a fair amount of muscle definition, probably from lifting her heavy gun, on her chest is a pair of D-cup breasts. Her deep brown hair just touches her shoulders and is wild with the winds of the Moroccan skies. Her Hazel eyes peer with hope and determination. Around her neck is a tattoo of chains with "FREE" written in the gaps of the links. She commonly wears a dark navy blue military jacket with the sleeves rolled up and light blue panties, over that she wears a flak jacket and flak thigh guards.
History: Eunice was alone pretty much since birth, when she was four her parents died in a car accident and she was sent to live with her grandparents who lived in Morocco. Her grandparents were neglectful and barely provided for her. She fell into a spiral of depression and loneliness. She had to primarily fend for herself, she had a small job working at the docks were naval ships usually stopped off at, she sold fish that the fishermen rejected. She made enough to afford some books to teach herself and was able to learn enough to join the military at 14. She joined the Liberion Navy aboard and aircraft carrier and stole several manuals and engineering books. From those books she learned how to operate and maintain aircraft, firearms, and radios. She had her first brush with death at 16 while she was in a munitions room of the carrier reading her books and listening to the radio and a spark ignited some flak shells, if it wasn't for her magic she would have been ripped to shreds and have become a bloody stain allover the room. At 17 she got the news that her grandparents died. She left shortly after. Seeking the fortune she never had she became a mercenary and sold her services to the highest bidder, surprisingly the 504th JFW decided to take her up on her offer hearing about her former service and what she survived. Since then she has made and lost many friends to combat and almost lost her life in many different ways, Neuroi laser, drowning, explosion, murder, and suicide to name a few.
Marital Status: Single
Relationships:
Family is dead, only has had short term work friends
Religion: Secretly Roman Pagan
Personality:
When she is around people she considers friends she usually has an
upbeat determined attitude, but sometimes she can have a melancholic
attitude; when she is alone she can be very depressed; and when she is
arranging any form of agreement she tends to be greedy and tries to get
the most she can out of a deal
Fears: being alone (for extended periods of time), loosing friends
Character flaws: Can be depressing, greedy, slow striker speed, can be overly attached to certain people (and lustful towards those people), small shield
Character strengths: Strong willed, very defensive (will defend a friends honor or take a bullet for a friend)
Taste in books, music, etc.: Likes to read training manuals and listens to big band music of the early 40's and Chaabi
Food preferences: LAMB!
Talents:
High stamina, pain tolerance, and strength; adaptable with weapons;
good with a radio; for some reason fights better when listening to the
radio.
Interesting Facts: One can always find her listening to a
radio when she is alone, the voices keep her company and less depressed.
Magic
Ability: Magic Armor, she can create a thick, dense armor around
herself and releases dopamine. It has the draw back of slowing her down
and risks reaching her stall speed. She has three levels of it; level
one "Kevlar": a thin layer of magic surrounds her body, she can move
quite freely while wearing it, it weighs 50 lbs; level two "Flak
Jacket": she creates magical armor that is like tank plating, it weighs
100 lbs; level three "Iron Works" (Grumman's nickname): she becomes like
a fortress and can take blow after blow, she can even take a bomb to
the chest and survive (but may not get back up for a while), she has
trouble maneuvering in it and is slowed down greatly, it weighs a
staggering 300 lbs, the only thing that is faster is her dive speed. (I
modeled her power off of the F6F Hellcat and how it was so hard to take
down, self-sealing fuel tanks and metal sheets around the cockpit and
engine)
Taking a page from World of Darkness
Virtue: Hope-Being hopeful means believing that evil and misfortune
cannot prevail, no matter how grim things become. Not
only do the hopeful believe in the ultimate triumph of morality
and decency over malevolence, they maintain steadfast
belief in a greater sense of cosmic justice -- whether it's
Karma or the idea of an all-knowing, all-seeing God who
waits to punish the wicked. All will turn out right in the
end, and the hopeful mean to be around when it happens.
vice: Greed-Like the envious, the greedy are never satisfied with
what they have. They want more -- more money, a bigger
house, more status or influence -- no matter that they
may already have more than they can possibly handle.
Everything is taken to excess. To the greedy, there is no
such thing as having too much. If that means snatching
someone else's hard-earned reward just to feather one's
own nest, well, that's the way it goes.
Character's name: Eunice A. Valencia
Character's nickname: Yuna (Eun-A) or V
Ace Archtype: Eugene A. Valencia
Gender: Female
Orientation: Pansexual
Age: 19
Familiar: Fennec Fox
Affiliation: Mercenary (former: Liberion Navy)
Rank: Equivalent to Master Chief Petty Officer
Striker Model: Grumman F6F Hellcat
Weapons: Browning M2 (has to aim with tracers unless she is supported), Colt M1911, when she is out of options she uses her fists and her M2 as a club
Family, ethnicity: Liberian with Moroccan descent
Diction, accent, etc: Liberion, some Arabic corruption
Appearence: She stands at 5 feet 7 inches with slightly tan skin that is marred by several scars. She has a fair amount of muscle definition, probably from lifting her heavy gun, on her chest is a pair of D-cup breasts. Her deep brown hair just touches her shoulders and is wild with the winds of the Moroccan skies. Her Hazel eyes peer with hope and determination. Around her neck is a tattoo of chains with "FREE" written in the gaps of the links. She commonly wears a dark navy blue military jacket with the sleeves rolled up and light blue panties, over that she wears a flak jacket and flak thigh guards.
History: Eunice was alone pretty much since birth, when she was four her parents died in a car accident and she was sent to live with her grandparents who lived in Morocco. Her grandparents were neglectful and barely provided for her. She fell into a spiral of depression and loneliness. She had to primarily fend for herself, she had a small job working at the docks were naval ships usually stopped off at, she sold fish that the fishermen rejected. She made enough to afford some books to teach herself and was able to learn enough to join the military at 14. She joined the Liberion Navy aboard and aircraft carrier and stole several manuals and engineering books. From those books she learned how to operate and maintain aircraft, firearms, and radios. She had her first brush with death at 16 while she was in a munitions room of the carrier reading her books and listening to the radio and a spark ignited some flak shells, if it wasn't for her magic she would have been ripped to shreds and have become a bloody stain allover the room. At 17 she got the news that her grandparents died. She left shortly after. Seeking the fortune she never had she became a mercenary and sold her services to the highest bidder, surprisingly the 504th JFW decided to take her up on her offer hearing about her former service and what she survived. Since then she has made and lost many friends to combat and almost lost her life in many different ways, Neuroi laser, drowning, explosion, murder, and suicide to name a few.
Marital Status: Single
Relationships:
Family is dead, only has had short term work friends
Religion: Secretly Roman Pagan
Personality:
When she is around people she considers friends she usually has an
upbeat determined attitude, but sometimes she can have a melancholic
attitude; when she is alone she can be very depressed; and when she is
arranging any form of agreement she tends to be greedy and tries to get
the most she can out of a deal
Fears: being alone (for extended periods of time), loosing friends
Character flaws: Can be depressing, greedy, slow striker speed, can be overly attached to certain people (and lustful towards those people), small shield
Character strengths: Strong willed, very defensive (will defend a friends honor or take a bullet for a friend)
Taste in books, music, etc.: Likes to read training manuals and listens to big band music of the early 40's and Chaabi
Food preferences: LAMB!
Talents:
High stamina, pain tolerance, and strength; adaptable with weapons;
good with a radio; for some reason fights better when listening to the
radio.
Interesting Facts: One can always find her listening to a
radio when she is alone, the voices keep her company and less depressed.
Magic
Ability: Magic Armor, she can create a thick, dense armor around
herself and releases dopamine. It has the draw back of slowing her down
and risks reaching her stall speed. She has three levels of it; level
one "Kevlar": a thin layer of magic surrounds her body, she can move
quite freely while wearing it, it weighs 50 lbs; level two "Flak
Jacket": she creates magical armor that is like tank plating, it weighs
100 lbs; level three "Iron Works" (Grumman's nickname): she becomes like
a fortress and can take blow after blow, she can even take a bomb to
the chest and survive (but may not get back up for a while), she has
trouble maneuvering in it and is slowed down greatly, it weighs a
staggering 300 lbs, the only thing that is faster is her dive speed. (I
modeled her power off of the F6F Hellcat and how it was so hard to take
down, self-sealing fuel tanks and metal sheets around the cockpit and
engine)
Taking a page from World of Darkness
Virtue: Hope-Being hopeful means believing that evil and misfortune
cannot prevail, no matter how grim things become. Not
only do the hopeful believe in the ultimate triumph of morality
and decency over malevolence, they maintain steadfast
belief in a greater sense of cosmic justice -- whether it's
Karma or the idea of an all-knowing, all-seeing God who
waits to punish the wicked. All will turn out right in the
end, and the hopeful mean to be around when it happens.
vice: Greed-Like the envious, the greedy are never satisfied with
what they have. They want more -- more money, a bigger
house, more status or influence -- no matter that they
may already have more than they can possibly handle.
Everything is taken to excess. To the greedy, there is no
such thing as having too much. If that means snatching
someone else's hard-earned reward just to feather one's
own nest, well, that's the way it goes.
