Post by Kalyna Asplund on Oct 8, 2009 9:59:13 GMT -5
Name: Kalyna Asplund
Alias: The Crimson Rose: Superhacker (Self-named); Rosa (Capoeira apelido, given by her mentor)
Age: 19
Birthday: May 25th
Occupation: Student
Race: Britannian
Appearance: Kalyna is among the more slender of builds, bred and raised to the figure of a lady of nobility and thus very much a symbol of modern feminism. With smooth, silky white skin and curves in all the right places, she is nothing short of stunningly beautiful. Standing at 5'7” and weighing an even 120 pounds, she shows a pique of athleticism and fitness, accented by toned, well defined muscles. Her hair is long and black, reaching roughly her shoulder-blades, and streaked a golden blond to match her eyes; eyes that glow an assortment of auburn hues, ranging from shimmering gold to blood red in certain lights. The delicate waves that typically flow through her hair are a well-primed farce to its natural straightness, and more often than not she is prone to simply put it up in a pony-tail or bun when the subtlety of politics isn't being forced upon her. All-in-all she looks the delicate flower from which she was named.
On an average day she is seen wearing elegant dresses in various shades of blue. Simple outfits distinctly lacking in accessories or general fruffiness, yet still holding to the sleek, graceful conform required of nobility. Her school uniform is likewise unaccessorized. However, beneath that layer of conformity lies an entirely different girl; one who, in her private time, adorns tight-fitting outfits of crimson red, usually outfitted towards certain... less than lawful deeds. This often comes in the form of a ninja-like suit complete with a black cloak to mask its crimson glow in the dark, and a black veil to cover her face. This outfit sports metallic arm and shin guards, each with a unique hidden compartment, and hidden pockets of all sorts throughout in which she keeps the tools of her trade.
History: Born and raised in the central Britannian Empire, near enough to the capital city to be involved in intricate politics, yet far enough away as to not step on any dangerous toes, Kalyna and her family lived fairly normal lives, as far as nobles were concerned. The little girl was raised as a proper lady and bred to perfection. She was loved and adored as the golden child of the family, despite her two older siblings (and three younger), and expected to perform to the fullest extent of those expectations. This, of course, was the beginning of what would be a fierce sibling rivalry, but she never knew it at the time.
While perform she did, as she grew she became disconnected with her life. Everything came easy to her, and she found herself getting bored quickly for no apparent reason. It was all so routine. Nothing exciting ever happened. When she reached pre-teen these thoughts really began to fester and she started rebelling openly. Skipping classes, breaking priceless art, stealing from her household and neighbors... or at least, she tried. Every time, however, she was stopped before doing anything too bad. Sometimes it was by her own conscious, but most of the time it was by her family butler. The man was an honorary Britannian of sorts; a well groomed, dark-skinned, mysterious man who looked to be of some South American descent. If she looked back on it, there was never really a time where he hadn't been with her, looking out for her like some shadowy father. Even during her exploits he would either outright stop her or take the blame if he was too late, and though this frustrated her at first, after a while she began to admire him greatly.
Before long she found herself acting up just so she could get a chance to talk with that man, and after a few conversations she found herself acting up less and just going to see him. She confided in him and before long he began confiding in her. She learned that he was ex-Brazilian military before the Britannian conquest, and as an outlet for all her pent up emotions he began teaching her a special “dance”.
Over the years their bond only grew. She caught on very quickly to his 'dance' and each day she looked forward to their practices like nothing else. He even gave her a memento for her hard work; the ruby necklace that once belonged to his wife who had been killed in the war. Despite all his help, though, she found she still couldn't resist the thrill of the illegal. This time, however, she had discipline on her side, and she wasn't going to be caught so easily. With this newfound acrobatic style and her love for technology, she devised even more daring thefts. Sometimes she would even break into a place twice; once to steal the valuables and once to put them back. She was a noble, after all, and really had no use for more money.
During all this her public life drolled on. She was still the golden child; loved by the adults, hated by her peers and older siblings, and looked up upon by the younger ones. Yet there were still even more prominent members of her family. Another genius, like herself, she had met once or twice, was her cousin Lloyd whom she found to be a little... off. Still, he was older and smarter and thus someone of her own to look up to (since she had so few). Thus, when he entered the research and development branch of the military she had to do some research of her own... and by research she meant breaking into a high-security military facility. It was the only time she ever failed. Again, like always, her mentor was there to save her. This time, however, taking the blame meant more than just a reprimand or pay cut. This time, after he helped her escape, she never saw him again.
The loss of her mentor crushed the spirit from her and she spent the next year wallowing in a state of self-pity. Her performance, though still exemplary, dropped, and she had all but lost herself. Consumed by this new/old mindless existence and unable to go back to her fun exploits for guilt of what she had done, she decided it was time to leave. Inspired by her cousin once again, she decided to finish her education at the Britannian colony in Area 11. Perhaps, she figured, new places and people would be enough to break her of this spell. She could never forget her mentor, and his memory lived on in her daily practice, but what he did was his own choice, she decided; she lived for herself, after all, so she couldn't let her life become a hell from someone else's decision.
What awaited her in this new land? Well... that was something she would never expect. ...and so our story begins...
Personality: The Rooster. Though she is not excessively outspoken, neither is she quiet or reserved. In public her words are never harsh, yet they still carry with them the weight of trained authority. Calm, intelligent, and self assured are the notes of her nature, and she carries an unmistakably powerful aura; that fierce, “something's not quite right here, I really shouldn't mess with her” vibe. As a golden child, she is confident to a fault and has great difficulty with the concept of being wrong. In private the true fire of her personality shows and, though somewhat quirky, she emanates a great deal of experience beyond her age; albeit these experiences are somewhat less than reputable, giving way to a very spoiled, yet self-empowered individual.
The Gemini. Beneath all that fire is a layer of unbridled passion. Despite her fronts, she is still a girl and as such still susceptible to various cheesy or otherwise romantic notions. She has a soft spot for the cute and fuzzy, and has even been known to fall victim to the peace of a flower garden or two. Her romantic notions tend to fall towards a foil complex, admiring those similar in intelligence and physical prowess to herself. Though her booksmarts are top-notch, her true area of excellence lies on the street and in technology. Her dedication to physical fitness has led to interests beyond the safety of noble life, and her endless tinkering has led to a technological prowess to rival even her cousin, the great Earl Lloyd Asplund; resulting in the ability to hack nearly any computer and security system, as well as assemble and disassemble machinery of all sorts, including knightmare frames (given the time and materials, of course).
Strengths: Sharp intellect, technological prowess, physical fitness and athleticism, macro-strategy (E.G.: Go), beauty.
Weaknesses: Hubris, issues with authority, quickly bored, micro-strategy (E.G.: Chess), beauty.
Abilities:
Superhacking - Using her technical knowledge she is able to hack into nearly any computer system or network, given enough time. For basic household security and personal networks this process is a breeze, but she has been known to have difficulties with high end military facilities mainly due to the fact that she rarely bothers with them.
Capoeira - A Brazilian dance/fighting style that involves precise, complex, and acrobatic movements to the beat of specific music. Though she is not a master, her skill in the style is exceptional enough that she has adapted it into her illicit routines. She uses it primarily as a means to stay in shape and as a way to stay close with her mentor, but she is certainly not above using it as a method of infiltration or combat.
Weapon Proficiency: Basic knowledge of typical firearms, proficient with small to medium bladed weapons such as knives and swords, theoretically able to operate standard to advanced Knightmares with skill (though she has never actually done so).
Allegiance: None
Extra: She always carries three items with her:
Pocket Computer – A CPU device she made herself, this handy little computer does everything from tetris to firewire cracks. It has a touch screen with the appropriate metallic pen, retractable keyboard, and various cable input/outputs to serve any purpose she has yet conceived the need for it to serve. All this in the form of a palm-sized notepad-looking device complete with rubber grip.
Compact Welding Torch – Another unique design of hers, this high-powered device uses CO2 cylinders to create a compact flame used for welding and cutting. Through her genius designing skills the entire device has been compounded into a metallic shell no larger than a sword hilt (roughly 10 inches long). In emergency situations she has designed it with adjustable length and can extend the flame even to the likeness of a sword. This measure quickly consumes its fuel, however, and thus cannot be used for any longer than 30 seconds.
Ruby Necklace – The most flamboyant thing she ever wears, this memento was given to her by her mentor and she is rarely seen without it. The necklace is a simple golden chain with a single, inch-large, sunflare cut ruby set at the end. It usually stands in contrast to her typically blue outfits, but matches her private life perfectly.
Role-Playing Sample:
The room echoed with a resounding thud as a body hit the ground. Of course, the room was already echoing with the sounds of drum beats and chants so anyone listening from the outside couldn't tell the difference. Not that anyone would be listening from the outside anyways. Ever since that incident a year back it was common for Kalyna to shut herself in her room and play this music. The whole thing made her perpetually guilty, since it was her who caused her master's fate and this was his music, but the constant dancing gave her something to concentrate on. She was never one for self-loathing, after all, so this whole experience was fairly new to her. It was all she could do to keep her sanity... or what little of it she had left.
With a twist she threw he legs over her head and flicked herself to her knees. She could hear him even now.. 'Where's yo head at, girl? Ya cannae play with yo mind in da clouds an' ya cannae work where ya ain't at.' ..or something like that, but that's how he was. Focus on the music, feel the flow; nothing else mattered.
Gracefully pushing herself back up and into basic form she tried a few moves again. A slight to the side, then a spinning kick forward, following the momentum to take her in the air with a half-flip, both legs flying outwards in kicks of their own. As her hands touched the ground she found her mind wandering again; what if she never escaped this? She had decided to move overseas and leave this life behind, but what if it didn't matter where she went? What if everything was the same there? This world had so many interesting things to offer outside of what people considered 'normal', yet after what she had done, how could she face that life again? Yet a life without it? That thought was even worse.
Again the room resounded with a thud as her overcompensation caused her to knock out her own arm; which in a handstand usually didn't end well. This time she simply stayed down as she tried to settle her thoughts once more. She could try to convince herself all she wanted, but she was never a very trusting person to begin with and apparently she didn't trust herself much either. Even a year later this internal conflict was still raging within her. Frustrated, she brought herself up into a bridge, her back arced high. From there she moved into a handstand, and from there she bent her back again, stretching her legs out forward before kicking herself up to land on her feet. None of these thoughts mattered now. She would be leaving soon, and maybe when she got there she would steal something; though she still wasn't sure if that would make her feel better or worse. One way or the other, however, she was moving forward, and that's what mattered most.
Alias: The Crimson Rose: Superhacker (Self-named); Rosa (Capoeira apelido, given by her mentor)
Age: 19
Birthday: May 25th
Occupation: Student
Race: Britannian
Appearance: Kalyna is among the more slender of builds, bred and raised to the figure of a lady of nobility and thus very much a symbol of modern feminism. With smooth, silky white skin and curves in all the right places, she is nothing short of stunningly beautiful. Standing at 5'7” and weighing an even 120 pounds, she shows a pique of athleticism and fitness, accented by toned, well defined muscles. Her hair is long and black, reaching roughly her shoulder-blades, and streaked a golden blond to match her eyes; eyes that glow an assortment of auburn hues, ranging from shimmering gold to blood red in certain lights. The delicate waves that typically flow through her hair are a well-primed farce to its natural straightness, and more often than not she is prone to simply put it up in a pony-tail or bun when the subtlety of politics isn't being forced upon her. All-in-all she looks the delicate flower from which she was named.
On an average day she is seen wearing elegant dresses in various shades of blue. Simple outfits distinctly lacking in accessories or general fruffiness, yet still holding to the sleek, graceful conform required of nobility. Her school uniform is likewise unaccessorized. However, beneath that layer of conformity lies an entirely different girl; one who, in her private time, adorns tight-fitting outfits of crimson red, usually outfitted towards certain... less than lawful deeds. This often comes in the form of a ninja-like suit complete with a black cloak to mask its crimson glow in the dark, and a black veil to cover her face. This outfit sports metallic arm and shin guards, each with a unique hidden compartment, and hidden pockets of all sorts throughout in which she keeps the tools of her trade.
History: Born and raised in the central Britannian Empire, near enough to the capital city to be involved in intricate politics, yet far enough away as to not step on any dangerous toes, Kalyna and her family lived fairly normal lives, as far as nobles were concerned. The little girl was raised as a proper lady and bred to perfection. She was loved and adored as the golden child of the family, despite her two older siblings (and three younger), and expected to perform to the fullest extent of those expectations. This, of course, was the beginning of what would be a fierce sibling rivalry, but she never knew it at the time.
While perform she did, as she grew she became disconnected with her life. Everything came easy to her, and she found herself getting bored quickly for no apparent reason. It was all so routine. Nothing exciting ever happened. When she reached pre-teen these thoughts really began to fester and she started rebelling openly. Skipping classes, breaking priceless art, stealing from her household and neighbors... or at least, she tried. Every time, however, she was stopped before doing anything too bad. Sometimes it was by her own conscious, but most of the time it was by her family butler. The man was an honorary Britannian of sorts; a well groomed, dark-skinned, mysterious man who looked to be of some South American descent. If she looked back on it, there was never really a time where he hadn't been with her, looking out for her like some shadowy father. Even during her exploits he would either outright stop her or take the blame if he was too late, and though this frustrated her at first, after a while she began to admire him greatly.
Before long she found herself acting up just so she could get a chance to talk with that man, and after a few conversations she found herself acting up less and just going to see him. She confided in him and before long he began confiding in her. She learned that he was ex-Brazilian military before the Britannian conquest, and as an outlet for all her pent up emotions he began teaching her a special “dance”.
Over the years their bond only grew. She caught on very quickly to his 'dance' and each day she looked forward to their practices like nothing else. He even gave her a memento for her hard work; the ruby necklace that once belonged to his wife who had been killed in the war. Despite all his help, though, she found she still couldn't resist the thrill of the illegal. This time, however, she had discipline on her side, and she wasn't going to be caught so easily. With this newfound acrobatic style and her love for technology, she devised even more daring thefts. Sometimes she would even break into a place twice; once to steal the valuables and once to put them back. She was a noble, after all, and really had no use for more money.
During all this her public life drolled on. She was still the golden child; loved by the adults, hated by her peers and older siblings, and looked up upon by the younger ones. Yet there were still even more prominent members of her family. Another genius, like herself, she had met once or twice, was her cousin Lloyd whom she found to be a little... off. Still, he was older and smarter and thus someone of her own to look up to (since she had so few). Thus, when he entered the research and development branch of the military she had to do some research of her own... and by research she meant breaking into a high-security military facility. It was the only time she ever failed. Again, like always, her mentor was there to save her. This time, however, taking the blame meant more than just a reprimand or pay cut. This time, after he helped her escape, she never saw him again.
The loss of her mentor crushed the spirit from her and she spent the next year wallowing in a state of self-pity. Her performance, though still exemplary, dropped, and she had all but lost herself. Consumed by this new/old mindless existence and unable to go back to her fun exploits for guilt of what she had done, she decided it was time to leave. Inspired by her cousin once again, she decided to finish her education at the Britannian colony in Area 11. Perhaps, she figured, new places and people would be enough to break her of this spell. She could never forget her mentor, and his memory lived on in her daily practice, but what he did was his own choice, she decided; she lived for herself, after all, so she couldn't let her life become a hell from someone else's decision.
What awaited her in this new land? Well... that was something she would never expect. ...and so our story begins...
Personality: The Rooster. Though she is not excessively outspoken, neither is she quiet or reserved. In public her words are never harsh, yet they still carry with them the weight of trained authority. Calm, intelligent, and self assured are the notes of her nature, and she carries an unmistakably powerful aura; that fierce, “something's not quite right here, I really shouldn't mess with her” vibe. As a golden child, she is confident to a fault and has great difficulty with the concept of being wrong. In private the true fire of her personality shows and, though somewhat quirky, she emanates a great deal of experience beyond her age; albeit these experiences are somewhat less than reputable, giving way to a very spoiled, yet self-empowered individual.
The Gemini. Beneath all that fire is a layer of unbridled passion. Despite her fronts, she is still a girl and as such still susceptible to various cheesy or otherwise romantic notions. She has a soft spot for the cute and fuzzy, and has even been known to fall victim to the peace of a flower garden or two. Her romantic notions tend to fall towards a foil complex, admiring those similar in intelligence and physical prowess to herself. Though her booksmarts are top-notch, her true area of excellence lies on the street and in technology. Her dedication to physical fitness has led to interests beyond the safety of noble life, and her endless tinkering has led to a technological prowess to rival even her cousin, the great Earl Lloyd Asplund; resulting in the ability to hack nearly any computer and security system, as well as assemble and disassemble machinery of all sorts, including knightmare frames (given the time and materials, of course).
Strengths: Sharp intellect, technological prowess, physical fitness and athleticism, macro-strategy (E.G.: Go), beauty.
Weaknesses: Hubris, issues with authority, quickly bored, micro-strategy (E.G.: Chess), beauty.
Abilities:
Superhacking - Using her technical knowledge she is able to hack into nearly any computer system or network, given enough time. For basic household security and personal networks this process is a breeze, but she has been known to have difficulties with high end military facilities mainly due to the fact that she rarely bothers with them.
Capoeira - A Brazilian dance/fighting style that involves precise, complex, and acrobatic movements to the beat of specific music. Though she is not a master, her skill in the style is exceptional enough that she has adapted it into her illicit routines. She uses it primarily as a means to stay in shape and as a way to stay close with her mentor, but she is certainly not above using it as a method of infiltration or combat.
Weapon Proficiency: Basic knowledge of typical firearms, proficient with small to medium bladed weapons such as knives and swords, theoretically able to operate standard to advanced Knightmares with skill (though she has never actually done so).
Allegiance: None
Extra: She always carries three items with her:
Pocket Computer – A CPU device she made herself, this handy little computer does everything from tetris to firewire cracks. It has a touch screen with the appropriate metallic pen, retractable keyboard, and various cable input/outputs to serve any purpose she has yet conceived the need for it to serve. All this in the form of a palm-sized notepad-looking device complete with rubber grip.
Compact Welding Torch – Another unique design of hers, this high-powered device uses CO2 cylinders to create a compact flame used for welding and cutting. Through her genius designing skills the entire device has been compounded into a metallic shell no larger than a sword hilt (roughly 10 inches long). In emergency situations she has designed it with adjustable length and can extend the flame even to the likeness of a sword. This measure quickly consumes its fuel, however, and thus cannot be used for any longer than 30 seconds.
Ruby Necklace – The most flamboyant thing she ever wears, this memento was given to her by her mentor and she is rarely seen without it. The necklace is a simple golden chain with a single, inch-large, sunflare cut ruby set at the end. It usually stands in contrast to her typically blue outfits, but matches her private life perfectly.
Role-Playing Sample:
”Ooof!”
The room echoed with a resounding thud as a body hit the ground. Of course, the room was already echoing with the sounds of drum beats and chants so anyone listening from the outside couldn't tell the difference. Not that anyone would be listening from the outside anyways. Ever since that incident a year back it was common for Kalyna to shut herself in her room and play this music. The whole thing made her perpetually guilty, since it was her who caused her master's fate and this was his music, but the constant dancing gave her something to concentrate on. She was never one for self-loathing, after all, so this whole experience was fairly new to her. It was all she could do to keep her sanity... or what little of it she had left.
With a twist she threw he legs over her head and flicked herself to her knees. She could hear him even now.. 'Where's yo head at, girl? Ya cannae play with yo mind in da clouds an' ya cannae work where ya ain't at.' ..or something like that, but that's how he was. Focus on the music, feel the flow; nothing else mattered.
Gracefully pushing herself back up and into basic form she tried a few moves again. A slight to the side, then a spinning kick forward, following the momentum to take her in the air with a half-flip, both legs flying outwards in kicks of their own. As her hands touched the ground she found her mind wandering again; what if she never escaped this? She had decided to move overseas and leave this life behind, but what if it didn't matter where she went? What if everything was the same there? This world had so many interesting things to offer outside of what people considered 'normal', yet after what she had done, how could she face that life again? Yet a life without it? That thought was even worse.
Again the room resounded with a thud as her overcompensation caused her to knock out her own arm; which in a handstand usually didn't end well. This time she simply stayed down as she tried to settle her thoughts once more. She could try to convince herself all she wanted, but she was never a very trusting person to begin with and apparently she didn't trust herself much either. Even a year later this internal conflict was still raging within her. Frustrated, she brought herself up into a bridge, her back arced high. From there she moved into a handstand, and from there she bent her back again, stretching her legs out forward before kicking herself up to land on her feet. None of these thoughts mattered now. She would be leaving soon, and maybe when she got there she would steal something; though she still wasn't sure if that would make her feel better or worse. One way or the other, however, she was moving forward, and that's what mattered most.
