Post by alora on May 13, 2007 22:06:54 GMT -5
Basics:
Name: Alora Serra-Reynolds
Nickname: Lora, or Assassin Annie
Age: 21
Picture:
Build: She is tall and slender. She doesn't look muscular, but don't be fooled she's quite strong and will knock you on your ass before you know it. She mostly looks as if she has the build of a dancer.
Hair: Dark brown and straight sometimes curly.
Eye color: Light brown with a bit of green
Height: 5'6"
Skin Tone: A slight tan olive color
Personal:
Personality: Alora isn't like most people she different and it's plain to see. She gives off a bad vibe not that she means to. The way she holds herself and never fails to meet anyone's gaze throws people off. She's strong and she knows it. The young woman can be a bit on the prideful side but that's just how she was raised. When meeting knew people she's cold to them and most likely won't talk to them. Lora analyzes before she jumps into trusting people. She's always on her guard and not much gets past her. The girl is honest, almost to a fault. She'll tell you straight up what she thinks of you and she won't even bat an eyelash if it's something harsh. The girl is stubborn like her mother and like her father. Once you get to know her and she trusts you, you'll find that she's actually quite caring and loves to laugh. She rarely smiles unless it's around those she's comfortable with.
Background: Alora isn't your average person. What meets the eye isn't the truth. Her story is a long one that most people would be lost within, except for maybe the serenity crew of course and no one, except the captain, of the Steamhardt knows her past.
It all started with the Alliance wanting the perfect weapon, the perfect assassin. They first tried using normal children with high intellectual levels (River for example). After that failed, and brainwashing failed, they went on to genetically making one that was super smart, and could kill in the blink of an eye. They ran a series of tests and many genetic pairings between random males and females. One random pairing came out to be Inara Serra and Malcolm Reynolds. The two together were a lethal combination.
Alora was genetically grown in a lab and placed within the academy for training. They sped up her growth and with her rapid growth was her ability to sponge up any knowledge she was told and retain it. When she learned what the Academy really was, and what she, the star pupil, was being trained for. She escaped and made her way into the world. Lost at first she didn't understand. She killed with out warning, and stole to make a living.
Later on she used her beauty to kill. Many rich drunken men went missing and never returned. During her first year of being escaped she located her parents and the serenity crew. Most of the crew were weary of her but she had to let them know what was going on. Mal and Inara took it better than she thought they would. After a year aboard the Serenity Alora said her goodbyes and joined the Steamhardt. Bishop was looking for a crew and Alora had overstayed her welcome on the Serenity. She's been flying on the Steamhardt for about a year and has secured a spot on the boat as their mercenary.
Career/Occupation: Mercenary/Fugitive
Alliance or Browncoat or Neither: Neither
Talents/Special Abilities:
Can handle any weapon given to her without being taught.
Likes:
-Men
-Guns
-Knives
-Working hard
-Family
-Feeling like she belongs
Dislikes:
-Whiners
-The Alliance
-Not have a job
-Sitting doing nothing
Other: N/A
Code: Wash
RP Sample:
"Sir, There's a war brewing and we're going to need her. I think she's ready for battle. She's untouchable in the training rooms, she's beaten the highest level possible..." The whiny man trailed on. Alora had her ear pressed against the door. That's all she was to them. A killer, that's what Assassin Annie meant. She had liked that nicknamed but she thought she had it for another reason. Angered by the truth, her mind whipped into full power.
Alora had to get out, had to run away. She wouldn't let them find her. She quickly unlocked the door and fled out of the room, knocking out anyone within her way. Guards, soldiers, doctors, couldn't stop her. She was a mad furry of tan skin, and dark brown hair. She wore the brightly colored clothing of the Academy. That bright blue tunic with the silver leggings, and stripes down the side. She would rip it off, but she had nothing else to wear.
As she broke out into the freedom, she kept running. Her mind was in over drive as she loaded the small gun with a clip that she had jacked from a guard. Where was she to go from here? Find her parents? That sounded like a plan...
Name: Alora Serra-Reynolds
Nickname: Lora, or Assassin Annie
Age: 21
Picture:
Build: She is tall and slender. She doesn't look muscular, but don't be fooled she's quite strong and will knock you on your ass before you know it. She mostly looks as if she has the build of a dancer.
Hair: Dark brown and straight sometimes curly.
Eye color: Light brown with a bit of green
Height: 5'6"
Skin Tone: A slight tan olive color
Personal:
Personality: Alora isn't like most people she different and it's plain to see. She gives off a bad vibe not that she means to. The way she holds herself and never fails to meet anyone's gaze throws people off. She's strong and she knows it. The young woman can be a bit on the prideful side but that's just how she was raised. When meeting knew people she's cold to them and most likely won't talk to them. Lora analyzes before she jumps into trusting people. She's always on her guard and not much gets past her. The girl is honest, almost to a fault. She'll tell you straight up what she thinks of you and she won't even bat an eyelash if it's something harsh. The girl is stubborn like her mother and like her father. Once you get to know her and she trusts you, you'll find that she's actually quite caring and loves to laugh. She rarely smiles unless it's around those she's comfortable with.
Background: Alora isn't your average person. What meets the eye isn't the truth. Her story is a long one that most people would be lost within, except for maybe the serenity crew of course and no one, except the captain, of the Steamhardt knows her past.
It all started with the Alliance wanting the perfect weapon, the perfect assassin. They first tried using normal children with high intellectual levels (River for example). After that failed, and brainwashing failed, they went on to genetically making one that was super smart, and could kill in the blink of an eye. They ran a series of tests and many genetic pairings between random males and females. One random pairing came out to be Inara Serra and Malcolm Reynolds. The two together were a lethal combination.
Alora was genetically grown in a lab and placed within the academy for training. They sped up her growth and with her rapid growth was her ability to sponge up any knowledge she was told and retain it. When she learned what the Academy really was, and what she, the star pupil, was being trained for. She escaped and made her way into the world. Lost at first she didn't understand. She killed with out warning, and stole to make a living.
Later on she used her beauty to kill. Many rich drunken men went missing and never returned. During her first year of being escaped she located her parents and the serenity crew. Most of the crew were weary of her but she had to let them know what was going on. Mal and Inara took it better than she thought they would. After a year aboard the Serenity Alora said her goodbyes and joined the Steamhardt. Bishop was looking for a crew and Alora had overstayed her welcome on the Serenity. She's been flying on the Steamhardt for about a year and has secured a spot on the boat as their mercenary.
Career/Occupation: Mercenary/Fugitive
Alliance or Browncoat or Neither: Neither
Talents/Special Abilities:
Can handle any weapon given to her without being taught.
Likes:
-Men
-Guns
-Knives
-Working hard
-Family
-Feeling like she belongs
Dislikes:
-Whiners
-The Alliance
-Not have a job
-Sitting doing nothing
Other: N/A
Code: Wash
RP Sample:
"Sir, There's a war brewing and we're going to need her. I think she's ready for battle. She's untouchable in the training rooms, she's beaten the highest level possible..." The whiny man trailed on. Alora had her ear pressed against the door. That's all she was to them. A killer, that's what Assassin Annie meant. She had liked that nicknamed but she thought she had it for another reason. Angered by the truth, her mind whipped into full power.
Alora had to get out, had to run away. She wouldn't let them find her. She quickly unlocked the door and fled out of the room, knocking out anyone within her way. Guards, soldiers, doctors, couldn't stop her. She was a mad furry of tan skin, and dark brown hair. She wore the brightly colored clothing of the Academy. That bright blue tunic with the silver leggings, and stripes down the side. She would rip it off, but she had nothing else to wear.
As she broke out into the freedom, she kept running. Her mind was in over drive as she loaded the small gun with a clip that she had jacked from a guard. Where was she to go from here? Find her parents? That sounded like a plan...
