Post by Oriana on Sept 2, 2012 14:10:46 GMT -5
Player Title: Oriana Audra
Full Birth Name: : Oriana “Murasaki” Audra (Kouhei used to call her Murasaki (violet) and this name is also used by the remaining armies of humanity as her code name)
Alias/ nickname:Murasaki
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 36
Physical Appearance:
Hair:
Slopes of thick and raven hair fall, restlessly down to her waist. But due to fact she's in constant move from place to place, mostly you would see her long ebony hair gathered in a braid.
Eyes:
When looking at this mystery-girl one would first be drawn by her secretive eyes. Iris of flowing shades of violet and purple give an exotic and alien look to this strange 21 year-old woman.
Wear:
She travels in a plane, white cotton shirt of long sleeves that are wide around the wrists and tight from elbow up and over it a long black coat. She always wears the medallion around the neck.
Black pants make it easy to move and are best for long trips.
Boots of black leather reach the knees.
Personality Traits:
Trust problem
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Oriana doesn't trust easily. In the academy her trust was often betrayed by superhuman children. They teased her for being weaker. She dislikes almost everyone that isn't a real human. Ori will be calm and respect fellow fighters but in herself she could never accept the "superior" as equal and normal.
Closed
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Even as a girl Ori rarely revealed her feelings. Perhaps it was some form of self defense how psychologists would say, made after what ever happened to her as a child.Around others she is a quiet listener. There are just few in her life Oriana spoke with openly. After seeing Kouhei die the violet eyed girl withdrew more...
Strong Willed
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Yes she is technically a military operative from time to time and she still takes missions. However, Oriana is known as spirited and strong willed. She will carry out an order to the finest detail but if she decides it is justified. Ori would never do something she considers wrong.
Weaponry:
Weapon:
She is skilled in martial arts and kendo. Oriana carries a katana sword hidden under a dark long coat and knives, one wrapped around her ankle and one at her back.
Moonlight Blade is the name of the katana she carries. It was made back in the wars for Kouhei. The slick blade is coated with silver and can be quite damaging for werewolves
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Has a gun from long time ago but rarely uses or fires it considering bullets are as rare as gold.
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History Summary:
There was a bang...a loud noise that made dishes fall into thousands of pieces, windows shattering in a domino line one by one crashing to the blood stained dirt of side-walks. It was dark. Sky deprived of even the faintest source of light as moon and stars hid their face from horror that enveloped the Earth. Then the scream was heard and nothing more...
Raven tresses fell over the girls face, tangling and sticking together as red dripped down her petite form and cotton of her cloths. Violet eyes opened still and unwavering seeing shadows rush and pass. Some thin, some well built but all much larger and monstrous. Fangs and claws tore flesh, cutting the masses down as withering grass. Through the crowds and snapping jaws that feasted she walked… untouched and unnoticed until a single tone of incomprehensible words came "Honey are you ok?" the shadow asked but received no answer. "What is your name? Where are your parents?"
This is Oriana's first memory from 18 years ago. She didn't even know where or who she was. The soldier, who found her, Kouhei, took her in and cared for the small girl of probably no more than three. The only clue to her origin was an amulet with Oriana carved into its silver back. She was raised in the army and among the superhuman. The military was packed with new generations of the genetically enhanced all carefully picked out to become the elite of humanities fighting forces one day. Among the children of the improved she grew up. As you may imagine being surrounded by kids who can easily throw a table at you or jump over a wall wasn't pleasant or easy for that matter. She was constantly reminded of her flaws as a pure human, beaten and looked down upon but spirited as she was, Oriana was motivated by this to constantly train and learn, to go beyond her limits and set new ones just so she could pass them. The girl grew and fought passionately to become a strong warrior and excel.
Peace made few years before, made new hope appear in hearts of the mortal and immortal. There was new light of tolerance and prosperity in the horizon providing opportunities to humanity. In this world Oriana blossomed and for a while there was happiness.
Kouhei was kind to the unusual girl of violet eyes, educating her in arts of warfare, training both mind and body. He watched her flourish becoming one of academies’ best. At age of 16 she became part of an elite unit of RedMoon. The force was trained harshly for battling immortals and prepared for dangerous missions. Oriana as skilled fighter and tactician was quickly promoted to higher ranks. After reaching the age of 18 she became unites Captain, receiving the fabled and most valued position as token of pride and honor from her mentor, Jonathan Kouhei Audra – the silver layered katana sword famed by many, the Moonlight Blade. Time went by...
Peaces became fragile and in the circles of military things were stirring. The abduction of the vampire Council member brought even more danger, threatening to re-awake the chaos that nearly destroyed all kinds. Whispers and rumors spread through the population and came to the army’s carefully guarded training facility known as the Academy. About her 20th birthday Kouhei came home with a frezzing luster flashing in his almond eyes, adding seriousness to his usual cold and calm expression. He sat down at the kitchen table and called Ori. After taking a sip of whiskey he told her something he hesitated for years. How he found her as a 3 year old kid in the streets all bloody. His arm stretched out and on the open palm handed her the medallion. Oriana looked at it not knowing what to think. It was the only clue to her origin...She had forgotten with age the day she was found. Nightmares tormented from time to time but after that day they became frequent, vivid to the point it was often hard to tell if it was part of reality or dream. Kouhei rarely spoke about it afterwards and never said why he did it...
Then hell broke loose ... perhaps a little more than a year ago a power failure announced what many feared. Battles spill to the streets, fire and smoke devoured the town near the academy. Monsters that would be later known as Outsiders, roamed free, appearing out of no-where to kill and consume all they could with unnatural greed. It was in the heat of battle that Kouhei, Ori and the others fought to survive, desperately trying to protect those who were part of the academy and ensure the safest escape possible... Fighting with the oncoming hoards of abominations RedMoon separated, crowd of snarling creatures and defending soldiers placed in between Kouhei and herself. Suddenly, iced chill crossed Oriana’s spine and caused her abrupt turn. Air was thick with gun powder and scent of torn flesh, suffocating along the trail made by savage claws and fangs. Hungry beats farther attacked Kouhei, first biting on the arm holding the rifle, teeth sinking into the shoulder until crackling came out with pained curses at the monster. Seeing her mentor being assaulted brought out an instinctive need almost to protect. Oriana fiercely cut through flesh, its tender source being uncared for at this crucial moment.
Almond that shined so brightly stared definitely, daring the creatures to come for more. His pride wouldn’t allow him to go down peacefully. Those eyes that were cold and strict, observing each motion during her training, giving a sharp look with every unbalanced or rash move… eyes that filled with gentle regard seeing her grow to become one of the youngest officers, soon taking his former place in RedMoon started to lose focus while crimson painted his black uniform. Braid snapped behind as she raced to Kouhei, desperately striking down foes in front. Whenever one went down, other would appear making an impenetrable living wall of distorted meat and blood-thirsty predators. Behind pointless pleas of her subordinates ignored, becoming non-existent… constant calls for her to return as choppers started landing to evacuate the survivors. Still the respected officer went forward, never stopping to look back. The beast were now grabbing hold of him, clawing and injuring him even more…one becoming three, three turning to five… The scale of their appetite was growing with each drop of blood.
Already tired, wounded and cut she fought seeing Kouhei come down, fall before a charge of that many predators. Her voice took over the scene as she called him out… Three meters, just the blasted three meters between. Hand yanked her back soon followed by second and third. The way she rebelled it took both of Lieutenants to pull the maddened Captain to the chopper… This was the scene that never left, and was never forgiven. The day inability, weakness stopped her from saving the only person that meant something to the lost, unknown child of amethyst eyes.
Nothing was same after the day of blackout, not for the world that slowly slipped into the abyss of anarchy nor for the RedMoon’s Captain, the name whispered among humans and despised among immortals – Murasaki. Death of respected mentor changed her, turning the reserved and introvert warrior to a colder, more calculated person. The emotions she expressed subtly perished, sinking deep to dark void that was left. For a period since Kouhei’s passing she was a ruthless example of a human-machine. Weeks turned to months of purely mission orientated existence… One after another, completing them and moving to the next assignment. RedMoon was scattered, some dead some barely living and some simply being sent away. The surviving military heart saw Murasaki’s exceptional record and achievements. Shadow operations, leading assault teams, gathering information…. She seemed to have become quite an asset. It wasn’t long before they contacted the officer and gave a special task. On the usual spot of a distant town, behind a loose brick, small folded piece of paper awaited. Order to go to New York state and into the mouth of hell itself – the city that was known as Council headquarters center of former government and now most hazardous place to be.
One would think Oriana was reluctant to venture to that perils location, drowning in agony and crimson puddles. That person of course would know very little of her. She wasn’t the kind to flee but that sole one that held her stand in spite all. It has been some time since the blackout… and a vow whispered at the tombs of fellow fighters, among them man who was her father by bonds of arms and honor. Promise she made silently in youths younger years and on that night confirmed with an oath: Protect human kind. Single goal. That is what she lived and existed for, nothing else mattered. Soon she received more detailed report. Humanity in that city was dropping fast and new chance for arose, its name Haven. Jeremy Samason has sent a request through the few channels of the army, one that included a hope. He established a Base on the border lines of the city and armed it, making the structure secure to harbor the inhabitants and become their salvation. To do so he asked for assistance and the superiors decided it would be best to send the operative Murasaki to gather humans and aid Haven. Her skills as tactician and strategist were fond useful for this particular assignment.
She arrived a week later, choosing the sea as most promising manner of traveling in secrecy. The less notice her before things go in motion … That however was not what destiny had planned, that’s if one believes in such a thing. Within seconds from the thick fog a figure emerged, man of silver hair and mercury eyes. Two more appeared lycanthrope couple Shyla Fawn and Jerome Sintar who later she found was one of Havens protectors that revealed the odd man as the Alpha. Truth was out and she remembered that face now sure in his identity – Strikarash Moonshalow, once Alpha of the world and Kragarian by birth. He was marked as highest on the global hit-list of human enemies and as such all were obligated to destroy the threat by any means necessary as soon as possible. Yet, he appeared different from image and hours of informing through academy life. That is how the tale started… Meeting was held in the Subway were mortals hided to preserve lives. Most chose to follow the path of Haven and unite under mankind’s banner. In weeks to come Oriana Murasaki Audra assumed a leadership role equal to that of Samson, becoming the Commander and Protector of this stronghold. Word spread through the alleys and streets and recognizing the opportunity, safety it supplied, chance to prosper united or fight as one if needed, humans came.Some sought sanctuary, other to fight making a force worthy to strike fear in foes. Among them few of past came, Merrik Skallagrim being one waking memories of his friend and her mentor Jonathan Audra.
Horison blushed … Season was over and brought Oriana to a crossroad involving the vary Alpha she was supposed to annihilate just as every soldier if chance came. More than once they met, talked, fought and in heat of battle protected one another. Gradually something was created, a bond based on trust that developed farther with unexpected meetings of chance. They didn’t plan and constantly kept guard on what was born. Connection. She tried cutting it in the bud, stopping it before it goes past control. It simply was something not meant to be, dangerous in numerous aspects. Again fingers pulled their strings closer until emotions were brought forth. Unable to control it anymore they surrendered to the very tie created months before. She never felt quite as this… Strike was one to sooth her wild spirit, calm the storming nightmares that ruled over nights. He became an important part she wasn’t ready to give up. Confusing it was all, everything strange. What was this connection they had? Lust? No… it was more but what she couldn’t understand. They agreed to keep their relationship a mystery. Werewolf and humans in the state world was in would be looked down upon but two leaders? She was not about to allow anarchy reign and nether was he. Little did they know a pair of devious eyes caught the sight of two…
Artinn Sintar, vampire with tuned crave for blood and devastation taking a hedonistic approach to it, saw the couple one night and recognized prospect. Soon a plan was developed and swiftly executed through a trick. Oriana was kidnapped… At first he tried convincing her to join him in immortality as a vampire, to bring destruction and claim power. It might have work if it wasn’t her there that is. She refused taking pride in mortality, limits that dared to be crossed and gave existence that flaming passion. No immortal could understand. Days went by in captivity as she grew weaker… slowly losing consciousness. Bang, disturbance, noise… Soon eyelids lifted to see a group and him among them. Strike came to rescue just as the kidnapper wished. He left the faith of Artinn to hands of his brother Jerome, giving a considerable amount pain before departing with Oriana in his embrace. Now she rests in the Mall, werewolf base, recovering before returning to Haven. Some question it and defied, Stramnnar being one of them a brute she met once that became an exile.
Time passes and after recovery she takes her place as leader once more. The Angels become an ever-growing threat and it becomes clear there will be no peace with them. Finally battle too came … it was only good planning and luck that didn’t end them all. While taking a stand was a necessity, it carried a grave price. But humans survived…
It wasn’t long after all sides started recovering that Strike went away. While their relationship was less strained now that species began cooperating in state of sensitive peace, his departure took a toll. Strike told her he was leaving and that he would come back after traveling enough to gather information but…ten years past. Oriana hoped for his return but with every year that past her hope diminished. Ten years were filled with fights for Haven, for organizing people and returning grain of power to human kind. And by giving them hope, she left nothing for herself. It was only her blood tied brother, Jerome, and his children that stopped her from becoming completely stone cold. Life was not easy and has left marks on all…some more than others.
It’s never certain what tomorrow brings. Angels remain silent, species work together but while living in that world the proud leader and protector does not believe it will last. In silent status que she keeps a vigilant eye on Angels, certain that the war will never end while they live.
Post Example:
The road to Whiterun was a long one… She had stopped in a forested area to have a hunt. Some venison would be soothing and rejuvenating and she could sell the skin in the next town or use it later on. The Mer was one thick tree branch overlooking a secluded pond. In the woods she felt at home and it didn’t matter which area it was or what kind of Men or Mer lived around or within, if it was a forested patch like this or a monumental area were trees ruled the horizon.. she would still feel the pulse of ecosystem and be able to navigate every step to her advantage. She waited for pray to come by and prepared a bow in silence. With animals you didn’t need invisibility just common sense and an observant eye. Irwaen slowly pulled an arrow, as her eyes saw the cautious foot step of a stag. He sniffed the air carefully, his ears turned catching smallest sound, able to hear and run even on sound of snapping twig. Wind was in her favor … it blew the Bosmer’s scent away from the target. Huntress pulled string of the bow with gentleness as breeze brushed her face…but that same breeze brought a different scent. In an instant the buck lifted his head and darted over the rock and into the bushes. The Bosmer raised an eyebrow and quickly put hung back her bow, rushing over trees after the beast. Chase was on. The animal chose a path of thick vegetation which suited Irwaen just fine. She jumped down from the trees n a crouch and propelled herself into a chase, running towards the deer, parallel to him. The Bosmer took out the curved blades, Fangs, and prepared them. As a true predator she didn’t lose focus and kept on track. Her mind was racing counting moment before opportunity presents itself so she could cease it. And there it was...The deer accidently hooked his antlers to a branch with a sudden halt before starting to run again. It was that very pause that granted the Mer a chance. In a moment she threw one Fang. Metal sunk into flesh of the pray, piercing its chest. With a squeal the animal fell, gargling as blade hit the lung. Irwaen approached slowly now to the pray and whispering words of thanks and blessing for the animal providing meat took the other blade into its heart, granting a quick death. She slowly cut the animal, leaving half the meat to the residents, a respectful gesture to the forest itself and putting up the skin to dry built a fire to prepare a meal. It was then Irwaen noticed something, a disturbence...birds scattered from edge of woods, towards the road. Her eyes narrowed… she didn’t want to leave her spot or kill but it was always better to inspect such things. She pulled the black scarf over her mouth and nose, hood of cloak over head and returned cleaned weapons at their place on her sides, First rule, leave nothing to surprise. --- Bosmer stood on a stone pile that separated road from woods using invisibility she stayed hidden behind shrubs seeing a scene unfold. She would have offered aid but the Argonian needed none. Swiftly and efficiently the woman disposed of the robbers. There was something about that fighting style however that seemed familiar, known. It wasn’t exactly way of fight of commoners. No this was something else entirely. “Quite a fight” she said calmly once it was done and lifted the spell of illusion that showed her leaning against a tree. |