Post by kristhianamilos on Jan 8, 2012 8:07:55 GMT 1
Playby: Milla Jovovich
Name: General Kristhiana Jennah Milos
Age:25 maybe, no one is really sure
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Species: Human
Physical Description:Kris is lean but extremely muscular, her strength and agility is surprising to her opponents and she uses this to her advantage in hand to hand combat. Her hair is cut in a short bob cut so as not to to blow in her eyes while fighting, she carries a long scar along her left side caused in a training bout with a fellow human, a superior officer, when a wind gust blew her hair and she lost sight of the short dirk he held. Her hair naturally is a little curly if allowed to grow longer and a soft brown. Her eyes are a pale blue-green, which can look quite piercing against her pale skin.
Attitude:Kris is determined and strong willed, stubborn and modest. She is quick to stand up for others and takes her job of protecting the citizens of Haven very seriously, its more than a job but her whole life. She sees her life as being the only thing she has worthy of giving and puts her body before any others, preferring to die than to watch another be hurt.
Abilities:Kris only has abilities as a soldier, other life abilities are extremely difficult. Her abilities are more than just from practice, but a natural inbuilt capability to anticipate a opponents next move or to feel a tickle up her spine when an ambush is ahead. Excelling in her ability to fight with weapons in either left or right or both hands on top of her fast reflexes she seems almost unstoppable, particularily with blades. Her weakness is her left side, the scar although healed seems to burn when she is fighting and she becomes over conscience of protecting it leaving her right somewhat open to attack.
History:Her early history is unknown, found wandering in blood soaked clothes she was initially feared to be gravely injured but the blood was discovered to not be her own. Her name was discovered because it was sown into the back of her tattered green dress. She was fostered by a family who tried schooling her but she had little skill or patience for learning letters or numbers and became shy and withdrawn because of it. Instead she was most happy to play with sticks, battering a sack stuffed with rags with her small fists, taking the sack prisoner or playing soldiers with the boys. It frustrated her family that she seemed unable to learn basic other skills and they felt as though they were being blamed for inabilities an boyish behaviours. Then one day Admiral Luke Breydan saw her , she would have only been 10 or so years old, she had rigged up a target with an old piece of sacking tacked to an old wooden barrel and having lashed an old end of a broken knife to a stick was throwing the makeshift arrow, there was a steady thunk as the blade struck true each time. The admiral watched as the girl moved further and further away throwing the blade over and over. It wasn't until the girl looked at the target then closed her eyes before throwing it dead straight that he stepped in and asked her who she was. It was this day that changed her life, after then she was schooled in fighting and strategy, shooting and ambush. She excelled in all things warcraft and she started to feel like she truly belonged, that she was happy. She became a Captain at 14, and led several raids into the city before being promoted to a Major, then a 2 years later she risked her life, sending everyone back to Haven while she fought several zombies single handed. Initially it was thought she had been lost but she returned several hours later unharmed. She was promoted to General on the spot by Admiral Nikolas.
Rule Code Word: nuke
Species Code Word:Target
Rp Sample: - NEW
Kris sat in the dark while the wind rustled the tree tops around her. Resting her head against the smooth bark of the tree that she was sitting in she sighed. Below her on the desert floor were four very hungry zombies who were frantically trying to reach up to her.
For the fifth time she reached into her belt and pulled free the revolver that was shoved into its holder. Checking again, the clip held only a single bullet. Shooting a single zombie was not going to help her situation much, after all she was in this situation because of her own fault after leaving the group on the way back to Haven.
She had returned to this spot alone, it was the spot that she had been found as a child and every now and then she would return to the spot to hunt for any clues on who she really was, how she came to be there and where her family could be. Secretly she prayed that her parents were still alive, a childhood fantasy that they were somewhere looking for her, a fantasy she was determined to prove.
As happened every time she came to the spot, she had found no clues as to her identity and she had turned to leave only to find that the direction she needed to go was blocked by zombies. She turned the other way to find that a zombie had come from behind and was very close, she had fired at that one and ran to the closest tree, turning and letting fire another few rounds before scaling the tree. She had felled 5 zombies with 5 bullets but that didn’t solve the problem of the other four.
She closed her eyes, a good soldier would use the last bullet on themselves, saving themself from a fate worse than death, saving a colleague or friend from having to dispose of the abomination you had become. She took a deep breath and clicked off the safety, her mind made up to be the good soldier she was, a good soldier that would take her own life rather than being taken by the enemy.
With the barrel pressed hard against her forehead she smiled to herself, her finger firm on the trigger but shaking slightly. She depressed slightly and a loud band resounded in her head. She blinked, surprised and the gun fell from her fingers. Another loud bang and another and the zombies below fell, thrashing slightly before remaining still. A voice shouted in the distance, the voice of someone who had come looking for her, the voice of her saviour. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and thanking whatever god had seen fit to send someone to save her.
