Hello! I'm also interested in throwing my pox-infested self into the ring! This character is made on an ff7 tech-level.
Name: Caija Revjenko (Cay-yah Rev-yen-koh)
Race: Erian
Preferred Weapons: Combat Rods, medium caliber revolvers, Krav Maga, Jeet Kune Do.
Other tools of her trade: The mysterious recesses of her clothes, items that somehow come out of the mysterious recesses of her clothes, things that go "boom," things that go "bang," blunt objects.
Quirks: Denial, comedic angst, sit-com parents, wanna-be.
Description: Tall for an Erian female, Caija is well-built and lean-muscled, with very little bust. Her dark hair is kept short, and her tight features seem to imply a constant foul taste in her mouth. She tends to dress in layers with an armored bodysuit on under everything else. One of her usual outfits is made up of combat fatigues and a cap.
Caija is an ex-military type who, rather against type, grew up in a fairly harmonious, well-adjusted middle-class family. She, being a rebel, did poorly in school and never had many friends. Her parents were incredibly understanding and managed to assist her in acceptance to a university. Therefore, she joined the army to try to spite them. Unsuccessfully. So, after basic training, she tried to get a dishonorable discharge from the military and failed miserably. Instead, she got placed into elite combat training (which she enjoyed because... she's not quite sure why. She tells herself it's because she's a bloodthirsty betrayer of everything her family ever stood for, but she fears it's because it's good exercise and she likes the workout) and got astounding ratings because of her enthusiasm. She then spent four years doing nothing but perpetually training, and never seeing any real action. This was the point at which her term of service was up, and since that department was having budget cutbacks, they couldn't afford to allow people, even elite combat trainees, to sign up for another term. She then went back to live with her parents, who were proud of her, and has started working as a mercenary so she can save up enough money for her own apartment. It's kind of embarrassing when you have to have this conversation:
"Mom! I'm out of ammunition! Can you spot me some cash?"
"Sure, honey! Will this do?"
"Yeah, thanks."
"So, how's my favorite little mercenary today?"
"Well, my contracts are kind of slim, and I'm having a hard time making ends meet. Not many people want a bodyguard like me..."
"Oh, don't worry, honey! You'll always have a place with us here!"
"Uh.. thanks mom."
"Oh, by the way, I washed your fatigues! Bloodstains all gone! And your father sewed them up, good as new!"
She tends to schedule meetings out of the house, and rarely gives people a place of residence or a way to reach her. Kind of bad for your image when a guy looking for a mercenary knocks on the door of a picturesque suburban house and is answered my a smiling middle-aged woman who keeps offering cookies.
Caija tries very, very hard to be dark and mysterious, but usually you can tell that she's just trying to be cool. She was born a nice person, but wanted ever-so-much to be a bad-ass. Her combat abilities aren't in question, but she's hardly what you look for in a soldier-for-hire. Her training involves knowing how to be self-sufficient, therefore she knows how to, in theory, hunt, forage, make camp, navigate, and any number of other useful skills. Unfortunately, she has never been in a real situation where she needed to do any of these, and since she isn't tried and tested by time, chances are her "plethora" of abilities is a lot shorter than she thinks it is. <p>"There is great disorder under Heaven, and the situation is excellent."
-Mao Tse-Tung</p>
Edited by: The Great Nevareh at: 5/7/04 5:24 pm