Post by Myka Diamandi on Nov 12, 2012 9:26:12 GMT 1
Playby: Christina Hendricks
Name: Myka 'Diamond' Diamandi
Age: 24
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Species: Human (Hunter)
Physical Description: Myka is at the tall range of human females at 5'9" in her stocking feet. She has a lush, hourglass shape that was once curvy and thick but now falls to a leaner beauty of hard times and maturity. She seems to have a fluid and confident stride, as if she could walk anywhere and do anything she wanted. This isn't true, of course, but the illusion is there. Her hair is a light red, almost more orange in tone. Rust and copper. Her eyes are a pale blue and framed by her long lashes. She is prone to choosing dark grey and charcoal for her clothes, covering much of her skin when on the hunt. When the hunt is more genteel and takes much charisma, Myka will gladly shimmy into something slinky and colored in deep jewel tones.
Attitude: Myka is watchful. Even when under a guise, she seems very alert and aware. She's known to seem unassuming and incapable in order to get close to her next mark. She's very intelligent and a little too sexy, aware of what her body brings to the forefront of most minds. In a way, she likes the danger of being a hunter. It sends chills down her spine and makes her feel alive in a world that seems so dead. Although it is her job to kill the monsters of the day and night, secretly...she envies their freedom.
Abilities: Myka is a hunter, a homo superior superior. She's pretty average in most normal things. She's a wicked shot, almost too good. She follows her gut instinct on a lot of dangerous situations. Shes tactical and swift in her judgment. She makes a mean "Hobo-Pie". She's charismatic and beautiful, but not very patient. She's fast, agile and willing to put herself in tight situations. She excels in social situations and performing.
Weaknesses: (1) Myka is terrified of snakes. They creep her out and sometimes make her squeal like a little girl! (2) When folded back, her left hand becomes weak and pains her. This is result of a previous wound that didn't heal perfectly. When held with this hand folded, she finds it very hard for her to be able to move and fight. (3) She is hypoglycemic and has a voracious appetite. (4) She hates super unclosed spaces. (Ex. Being buried alive, placed in a coffin or torture closet and locked away.)
History: Myka’s grandfather, Tomas Eran Diamandi, was an intelligent man of Greece. But, before he was a man, he was a boy. Tomas was born the only son of two Greek immigrants coming into America to start a chain of restaurants in rural Kentucky. As a child, Tomas was obsessed with art and comic books. He spent every waking moment combing through the great stories of legend, researching the monsters and ghouls of lore. He even paraded around the house in his mother’s sheets while he held a fork as a ‘hidden blade’. The ultimate assassin, in his mind.
His Papa taught him things, secrets no child should know. While other children played baseball, basketball and XBox, Tomas studied the mechanical breakdown of a Desert Eagle and did written reports of Samuel Colt. Tomas knew he had a larger purpose, but was never allowed to go on hunts with Papa. Not yet, Tomas. Another year yet.
Now, it had only been hours since the first reports of the second great quake of Cali had begun, but shortly after, TV went dark. Parents collected their children into the deepest of their homes, fearing the worst. They were right to worry as the world grew dark from the West. Tomas had just celebrated his 12th birthday and from outside his window, he heard the moans of a dying man. It’s funny; when you actually hear those sounds, the ones from movies, you don’t believe it. Tomas, 12 year old boy, had a smile on his face as he went to the window. Snow dusted the cobblestone streets of his Historic town as a man slid on his belly, moaning and wailing. The man was missing both legs, eye popped from the socket and dangling down his bloody cheek.
Tomas knew then that his fears and dreams had just come true.
His Papa sat with Tomas in the coming months, teaching him math and science from his textbooks as Mama sobbed in the corner. Tomas and Papa armed themselves, venturing into shops for provisions like clean water and food while learning about a heritage Papa had always coaxed in Tomas. Lessons began every night as Mama cried into her meal and Zombies wandered around the square. Mama only lasted almost six months until Papa had to put a bullet into her head. She had been caught unaware and suffered a bite. Papa said the only mercy she could recieve now was with God, should he choose to hear it.
Tomas grew into a man, his own father passing away before he was 18. He headed out of that lazy town with too much infection and headed for any sight of clean human life. In Georgia, he met a girl who gave birth to a healthy baby boy and they lived in the human settlement for a while. Tomas taught his son everything about surviving and wrote about their personal lessons in a deep brown leather notebook, just bigger than his palm. Tomas named his son Mikos Eran and as Mikos grew, they hunted the creatures of the night together. Mikos found a woman whom he loved, Sinann O’Malley. Mikos gave up his duty for a family life, always hopeful. He was given a daughter, hair like copper at birth. Soon after Sinann gave birth, she was taken from the human settlement in a midnight raid by neighboring vampires and Mikos was killed in the process.
Tomas took is granddaughter, wrapped in sheets as she wailed and disappeared. He named her Myka Eran Diamandi and gave her the skills she needed. She wasn’t even big enough to hold a crossbow, but she handed Tomas each of his own during their journey. In 2065, Tomas passed away and after a few brief words and a salt and burn, Myka didn’t look back. She heard there was a safe place for humans and a few dirty citizens in a place called ‘New Vegas’ that needed checked out and she was glad to do it. A weather-beaten journal, a horse named Justice and a dead aim were all that Myka needed to make the last few steps of her latest journey.
Code Words: CORRECT
Rp Sample:
Far away from New Vegas:
Myka felt like she was shaking. She tipped her chin down towards her chest as she narrowed her breathing. Stay calm , she warned inwardly as her skin crawled and lungs felt tight. Her willed her eyes to bat coquettishly as she looked up through the crescent of rust colored lashes. Her eyes were the color of ice that crackles and floats at the tip of the world as she watched the den of sin. She forced her spine straight, arching her back to show off her toned form adorned with red silk draped down her bosom.
The handsome redheaded lass felt all eyes upon her in the room, and rightly so. She knew her body was physically attractive and held many forbidden secrets in her enigmatic grace. This woman, clothed in silks, stood before many as she smiled slow. They were her audience, her people. She owned them, if only for this minute. Myka opened her glossy lips and first started her soft crooning. She stroked the microphone in it’s retro stand like a lover, caressing it’s metal as if it were soft skin. Hungry eyes practically gobbled up her curves as she sang her siren’s song. “At last, my love has come along....”
She leaned down, catching the eyes of her prey as she puckered up and blew him a sultry kiss. Hers. All hers. She stepped from the stage and avoided the hands that came out about her thighs like mindless sea fronds. Chin up and head back, Myka sang into microphone with her eyes on her prize. Just seconds before him, she stopped. Her song wrapped him in her web as she brought forth her arm and pulled a silver handled gun from the folds of her gown. Silence fell on the room for the amount of time it took her heart to beat. Time slowed. The space grew tight as it was only Myka and her target. The barrel rested just an inch before her target as he gasped, caught in her spell.
Myka grinned wickedly, leveling the gun just at the tip of the man’s nose. “Bad dog.”
And she pulled the trigger.
Edited:11/20/12
