Post by Lethyna T'Vere on Mar 29, 2012 0:37:36 GMT -5
Lethyna T’Vere
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Dossier: The Femme Fatale
Name Lethyna T’vere
-400 years of Asari Commando experience
-Known for getting the job done in the messiest and efficient way possible
Lethyna T’Vere is a disgraced Major from the Asari Military. She was honed from a young age to become a Commando within their military and she flourished for over 4 centuries. She was forcibly discharged after an Incident involving a Batarian Mining Vessel turned Slave trading hub. Asari High Command covered up the incident and details are currently unknown, but it was severe enough that Lethyna was let go. She became an assassin for the last 4 centuries and has become known to take any job – whether politician, drunkard, mother of 3, or the children themselves – and complete it with ruthless efficiency. Well known as a powerful Biotic and capable tactician.
Name: Lethyna T’Vere
Alias: The Blue Rose
Species: Asari, has entered the Matriarch stage of life.
Gender: Asari are monogendered, but she affects to the female gender.
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Age: 882 standard earth years.
Height: 6’2
Weight: 120 standard earth pounds.
Origin: Lethyna was born in Nos Astra on Illium,
Morality: 90% Renegade, 10% Paragon
Affiliation: Lethyna was once affiliated with the Asari Military, but once she was disgraced and discharged, she was a freelance assassin, but she is now affiliated with Corsair.
Residence: Her mother and father (a Drell) lived in a lavish penthouse in Nos Astra, and Lethyna grew up in the lap of luxury. When she entered the Military, she lived with her platoon, but she’s held no permanent residence since then. In a way, she calls the Dresden home now.
Occupation: Asari Commando (Rank was Major), Freelance Assassin (she was known as the Blue Rose on account of the Thessian Blue Roses she’d leave at her kills.), Ground Team Specialist and Head Battlefield Tactician.
Class: Adept
Specialization: Asari Commando
Abilities:
Passive:
Biotic Melee
Biotic Scatter
Advanced SMG training
Advanced Sniper Rifle Training
Advanced Pistol Training
Enhanced Biotic Amp (Asari Military grade)
Active:
Heavy Throw
Heavy Slam
Heavy Barrier
Heavy Singularity
Distinguishing Features: Lethyna never really thought of herself as all that pretty, but she also never really cared. She has jade-blue skin and her eyes are heterochromatic, meaning one eye is green and the other is violet. She has high and pronounced cheekbones and a slender jaw. When you can actually get a smile out her, it’s a very beautiful smile. She typically dresses in functional clothing. When on a mission, she wears her black leathers, criss-crossed with various belts, otherwise, she dresses in simple clothing.
Psychological Profile: Bitter. Bitter in the one word in which describes Lethyna to the farthest degree. She’s bitter at the Universe, at the Goddess she once worshipped, at herself. She feels that she was treated unjustly and with little thought to what actually happened aboard that ship. She doesn’t much like other Asari, and she especially hates Justicars.
But you’d never known any of this about Lethyna if she didn’t tell you, because she hides it all quite well with a veil of sarcasm, humor, raunchy comments, and staying completely focused on the task at hand.
She believes in getting the job the first time, and will not hesitate to kill if she knows she’s supposed too. Her age has dulled her sense of compassion to the point where she basically doesn’t have any anymore. She’s killed expectant mothers, loving fathers, mewling infants, and hasn’t looked back or cared all that much, not that she’d ever tell anyone that.
If you don’t have the stomach for something, than to her, it’s best if you get the fuck out of the way so she can handle it. People often wonder who the hell this bitch runs with when they meet her, as she is a very intense being, very focused and driven, but if you treat her with respect and if you’re able to make her laugh, than you’ve found one of the most loyal friends you’ll ever get. Even willing to kill for you without a moment’s hesitation.
Preferred Equipment:
COMBAT
-Cyclonic Barrier Generator on her belt (Asari Military Grade)
-Two Asari Designed Shuriken SMG (Modified for weight and magazine capacity, both are Asari Military Grade, called ‘Acolytes’ by Asari Commandos)
-Two Asari combat knives (each blade is the length of her forearm, and are Asari Military Grade)
-One Asari Designed Widow Sniper Rifle (Modified for weight and magazine capacity, it is Asari Military Grade, called the ‘Apostle’ by Asari Commandos)
APPAREL
-Black Asari Commando Leathers
-Black Asari Commando Boots
-Black human-made fitted wool coat, with a hood.
Personal History:
Lethyna grew up in an easy life on Nos Astra, her mother was very wealthy for her days as a stage actress and her father, a skilled assassin in the service of the Hanar allowed him generous pay. But from the time she was 18, Lethyna wanted to be a Commando, and a Commando she was. Her body became powerful, her skills well-known and capable, her aim sure, her Biotics honed to a razor’s edge. And she loved the life the military lead.
Her ability as a Sniper was realized early on, and so that’s what she trained the most in, and it was her aim that saved many of her squadmates over the next 400 years. She even gained the rank of Major within the Asari Military.
But then came that one call for her squad to handle a Batarian slaving ship that had recently hit two smaller Asari colonies on lesser known planets. It had come to orbit Thessia, demanding ransom for the hostages, Her team was dispatched, and for a while the mission seemed to be going good.
The group of Commando’s infiltrated the ship easily enough, but they weren’t prepared for the sheer opposition they faced, but despite that, the legend of the Asari Commando’s rang true, and they did prevail, for a time at least. But it was when they found the bridge that things went south. The Batarian captain had known what was happening, and told them that he had sabotaged the ship. And that it was going crash down into one of Thessia’s greatest cities, killing millions.
Lethyna knew what she had to do, and she did it with a hard heart. She chose Thessia and her team over the hostages.
She shot the Captain and set the ship to self-destruct before it could be captured by Thessia’s gravity and pulled down. Her team barely got out, but get out they did.
Over 10,000 Asari colonists died.
But to Lethyna, millions had been saved. But Asari High Command didn’t see it that way. They were furious and accused Lethyna of being in league with the Batarian slavers. Even though her team offered their testimonies to High Command, telling them what could’ve happened, they didn’t believe that the Batarian would go so far as to truly do that. They believed that it was ruse to make sure High Command paid and quickly, and a ruse that Lethyna fell into, but in the wrong direction.
But thanks to her team, she wasn’t just straight up executed, she was court-martialed, discharged and disgraced.
Lethyna found comfort in the arms of money.
But there was only thing she knew how to do well, and that was kill. So kill for money she did, and she was very successful.
RP Sample:
This is from a site called ‘PLAGUED’. The character’s a bad guy, hence the slightly disturbing content. Most of my posts are about this length, which clocks in around 800 to 1200.
Charity smiled at Harper when he climbed into the truck, and without answering him, she set the car into gear and started out of the parking lot and down through the streets at a fast-speed, moving faster than they could’ve run even if they had chosen that method.
Taking a corner, Charity let out a sigh, ”Harper, I never expected you to guard my home. I shouldn’t have…let whatever killed me kill me. So, if something or someone’s taken up residence there, then I have no one to blame but myself.” Ugh, Charity hated these sappy talks she often ended up having with Harper, but at the same time, she loved the fact that she could have them.
Swing the vehicle up onto the freeway over-pass, Charity sped up a bit more, swinging around the long curve and heading back towards 4th street, if she was smart, she’d stop at one of her favorite stores and pick up something more flattering to wear, which, the more she thought of it, she decided she absolutely, was going to do. If she was going to have to fight something to get her fucking home back, then she was going to do it while looking as sexy as ever.
Parking the truck at the curb at the start of one of her favorite places in the world, Charity turned the car off and hopped out, ”C’mon, I’ll do your make-up if you want.” Charity offered to Harper as she walked by. She wasn’t sure if he wore make-up, but he had great skin…so…if the shoe fits. But even if he didn’t, Charity could make anyone look a bazillion times more amazing, even someone with such pleasing features as Harper already.
Heading into a store, the words ‘Saks 5th Avenue’, scrawled in rusted, bloodstained metal lettering above the door, Charity was a blur of motion. The worn leather jacket and hospital gown were discarded, and after debating with herself in the mirror for a few, good minutes, replaced with tight, black leather skinnies that made her ass look fabulous, grabbing a black bra, she slung that on and over that, a sheer, lace wrap that was probably at one point, extravagantly expensive lingerie. Slipping her feet into a pair of black, Christian Louboutin ‘fuck me’ pumps, she glanced at herself in the mirror and sighed.
Now she looked like her old self.
To Charity, perception was everything. It didn’t matter if she was Pothos, or anything else special anymore, she wasn’t going to let that get to her. She was going to take back her home, kill everything in it, and continue on her way of making sure she had as much fun as possible. But the perception that others had of her still mattered to her.
People recognized her face, recognized how much skin she showed at all times, recognized her demeanor, her vicious countenance. The longer she stood there, staring at her reflection in the mirror, Charity began to realize things.
There wasn’t a hard-cut off anymore. There wasn’t a Charity Laudric and then a Pothos anymore. It had been too long, the lines had blurred, even if the title didn’t belong to her, she’d always be the ‘real’ Pothos, when the end truly came and everything ceased to be, and when she stood before whatever was going to judge her, she would stand there as the true Pothos, not whoever had stolen her title while she was in hell.
”Even if no one can see me…I’m still her.” Charity nodded to herself, trying to make herself believe it.
Suddenly the mirror shattered into a thousand pieces, falling to the floor with a clang of broken glass. Charity’s fists were clenched and she stared down at the shards of her scattered reflection, her powers causing little shards to float up and about her in an infinitely sharp dance. The various fragments that made up the Overmind pulled at each other, trying to rend her mind into little pieces, but she shook them off, she played the music in her head that she played when she was little, when the voices would scream and yell and tell her to do things.
Those horrible things.
Is she horrible?
Absolutely, and Charity wouldn’t have it any other way. God left her, betrayed and alone, while Lucifer had now given her two chances at a real life. Where she was the master and everyone else was the slave, where she had the power to fight back against the injustices that plagued her childhood.
Letting the sharp shards drop to the floor like little, crystalline raindrops, she left the boutique and headed for the make-up store down the street, busting down the doors to Sephora, Charity took stock of everything that was left, and went about doing her make-up the way she liked it.
Bold and bright red lips, deep black eyeshadow and liner, a slight amount of glittery pale blush. While she was applying her mascara, Charity nearly tripped on a corpse that surprised her. She hadn’t even smelled it when she walked in. Finishing her make-up, Charity checked over the corpse, finding that she had been killed only a few hours ago. Rigor Mortis has set in, but the blood was still even, almost imperceptibly warm to her fingers.
Licking the redness off from her fingers, Charity made a mental note to find some acrylic in this place so she could do her nails. On the body, Charity found only a pistol with one clip of ammo.
”Ehh, why not?” She remarked, taking the gun with her.
Grabbing everything she felt she would need to do Harper’s make-up if he wanted it done, and the things she needed for her nails, Charity left, swinging back into the other boutique and grabbing a purse in which to store the gun.
Heading back for the truck, Charity set it into gear and started off slowly down 4th street.
What do you want to see happen to your character?:
I want her to make friends, and enemies, and I want her to find love, hopefully, maybe…sort of. At least someone who understand where she’s coming from.
Face Claim and/or Voice Actor Claim: Anna Paquin, for both.
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-I have been role playing for: quite a while.
-The PASSWORD is: ‘Necessity is the mother of invention”
