Post by Deco on Jul 1, 2009 20:36:26 GMT -5
Era: World Without End.
Name: Suzanne Valius. . . Goes by Kendra.
Age: 18 years old.
Sex: Female.
Appearance: Weighing in at just under a hundred pounds and breaking 5'3" by only the most narrow of margins, it wouldn't really be that much of a stretch to say that Kendra is petite. This fact, however, is somewhat effectively offset by her striking looks. A glistening curtain of straight black hair just barely kisses her shoulders and serves to frame a beautifully rounded face. Her porcelain skin and pale blue eyes are contrasted sharply by an ever present layer of dark eyeshadow and black lipstick. Despite her tiny stature, Kendra boasts a surprisingly curved figure. . . a fact that is just about impossible to ignore in light of the way she often chooses to dress. While maintaining a habit of actually changing her clothes from day to day, one thing remains constant in just about every outfit she ever wears. They don't leave much to the imagination. Her absolute favorite costume consists of the following: A low-cut black tank top that stops just a few inches below the breasts to reveal a shapely midriff, a pair of black leather motorcycle chaps that sort of flare out to form bell bottoms, held in place by what appears to be a diamond studded belt, a set of fingerless black gloves that halt just short of the elbow, and a pair of black leather boots with heels that should honestly be registered as weapons. It might also be worth mentioning that she does not actually wear jeans underneath the chaps. Only a skimpy black thong serves to prevent what might otherwise be considered indecent exposure. A number of silver piercings also adorn her body, including two small hoops in each ear, a bar in her right eyebrow, a belly button stud and a few others that may or may not be visible in certain situations.
Posture: Kendra's posture often tends to match her clothing, sending off wave after wave of a vibe best described as. . . Inviting. Still, a certain dangerous undertone in the way she holds herself assures that only those of her choosing may dare approach.
Personality: There is not a single person alive that Kendra hates more than herself. In fact, she would have gone ahead and killed herself years ago if not for the faint glimmer of hope that she might one day witness the death of the beast that slaughtered her family. The sheer guilt of being the sole survivor of that fateful day weighs upon her like a curse every second of her miserable life. While most would at least make an attempt to get on with there lives, Kendra chooses to drown her agony in drugs, alcohol, and one night stands. . . none of which ever get the job done. She participates in the Kras Races in hope that one day her luck will run out and that they will be an end to her meaningless existence.
Occupation: Combat Racer.
Skills and Abilities: Throughout her numerous attempts to get herself killed while racing, Kendra has become one of the most recognized and talented competitors in the history of Kras. She pilots a sleek black chopper, outfitted with dual machine guns to each side of the gas tank and a blue eco injection system. While lacking armor, it provides the mobility to outmaneuver and outclass the larger four-wheeled vehicles that most other racers prefer. She also boasts a near mastery of butterfly knives.
Powers: None.
Weapons: Butterfly Knife.
Relationships: Her entire family is deceased and she only views intimacy as a way of getting what she wants.
History: The history of Suzanne Valius is a tragic one indeed, though nothing of it's calm beginnings would have suggested anything of the sort. Born the only child of a loving mother and father, she spent the early years of her life as happy as any little girl could be. She had many friends and, due to her fathers somewhat well paying job as a laboratory assistant, was somewhat spoiled by her parents. Things couldn't have been better. One fateful day, however, something happened that would change her life forever. A news report flashed across the television, outlining a devastating accident that had occurred at her father's place of work only hours ago. It continued on for some time, mentioning things like body counts and dark eco. . . things that a little girl such as herself had no business understanding. She didn't care. She just wanted her father to come home and tell her that everything would be alright. He never did. Life went on for the next few years, albeit with an air of depression that simply refused to be lifted. Suzanne's mother did the very best that she could for what remained of their family, but was often just barely able to make ends meet. Then, on the eve of Suzanne's fifteenth birthday, tragedy struck yet again. She had lay asleep in her bed for some time when an ear shattering sound, much akin to an explosion, ripped her back into awareness. She made as if to rush downstairs, but was halted as her mother came dashing into the room and locked the door behind her. Between choked sobs, she ordered her daughter to get in the closet and stay quite. The fear that resounded so heavily in her voice discouraged any form of argument. No sooner had Suzanne managed to get herself hidden than yet another explosion ripped it's way through the house, taking with it nearly half of the young girls wall. Her mother was thrown soundly against the far wall but somehow managed to remain conscious. "You monster!" She screamed "You killed my husband! You f###ing monster!" Unfortunately, these turned out to be the final words of Anya Valius. A tendril of what appeared to be black liquid lashed forth from the dark humanoid figure that had just made it's way in through the gaping hole in the wall and pierced Suzanne's mother directly through the heart. Though every instinct told her to scream, the girl fought to stay quite as the beast scanned the room for any other signs of life with a sadistic grin upon it's inhuman face. To this day she can't remember how long it took the thing to leave or even how long she remained hidden after it was gone. Finally, she was forced from the house by a spreading fire that had apparently been started in the attack. It consumed everything. . . including the lifeless corpse that had been her mother. And it was all her fault. The next couple of years were spent just trying to get by, dulling what mental anguish she could with drugs, alcohol, and whatever men. . . or women. . . would have her. It was around this time that she began Kras Racing, seeing it as a fairly sensible way to get herself killed without actually bothering to commit suicide. Much to her surprise, however, it turned out to be something she was actually quite good at and launched her into a full-fledged career. Unfortunately, the poor girl has only used her success to further fuel the many vices that have taken hold of her life and has since continued her downward spiral into self destruction.
Name: Suzanne Valius. . . Goes by Kendra.
Age: 18 years old.
Sex: Female.
Appearance: Weighing in at just under a hundred pounds and breaking 5'3" by only the most narrow of margins, it wouldn't really be that much of a stretch to say that Kendra is petite. This fact, however, is somewhat effectively offset by her striking looks. A glistening curtain of straight black hair just barely kisses her shoulders and serves to frame a beautifully rounded face. Her porcelain skin and pale blue eyes are contrasted sharply by an ever present layer of dark eyeshadow and black lipstick. Despite her tiny stature, Kendra boasts a surprisingly curved figure. . . a fact that is just about impossible to ignore in light of the way she often chooses to dress. While maintaining a habit of actually changing her clothes from day to day, one thing remains constant in just about every outfit she ever wears. They don't leave much to the imagination. Her absolute favorite costume consists of the following: A low-cut black tank top that stops just a few inches below the breasts to reveal a shapely midriff, a pair of black leather motorcycle chaps that sort of flare out to form bell bottoms, held in place by what appears to be a diamond studded belt, a set of fingerless black gloves that halt just short of the elbow, and a pair of black leather boots with heels that should honestly be registered as weapons. It might also be worth mentioning that she does not actually wear jeans underneath the chaps. Only a skimpy black thong serves to prevent what might otherwise be considered indecent exposure. A number of silver piercings also adorn her body, including two small hoops in each ear, a bar in her right eyebrow, a belly button stud and a few others that may or may not be visible in certain situations.
Posture: Kendra's posture often tends to match her clothing, sending off wave after wave of a vibe best described as. . . Inviting. Still, a certain dangerous undertone in the way she holds herself assures that only those of her choosing may dare approach.
Personality: There is not a single person alive that Kendra hates more than herself. In fact, she would have gone ahead and killed herself years ago if not for the faint glimmer of hope that she might one day witness the death of the beast that slaughtered her family. The sheer guilt of being the sole survivor of that fateful day weighs upon her like a curse every second of her miserable life. While most would at least make an attempt to get on with there lives, Kendra chooses to drown her agony in drugs, alcohol, and one night stands. . . none of which ever get the job done. She participates in the Kras Races in hope that one day her luck will run out and that they will be an end to her meaningless existence.
Occupation: Combat Racer.
Skills and Abilities: Throughout her numerous attempts to get herself killed while racing, Kendra has become one of the most recognized and talented competitors in the history of Kras. She pilots a sleek black chopper, outfitted with dual machine guns to each side of the gas tank and a blue eco injection system. While lacking armor, it provides the mobility to outmaneuver and outclass the larger four-wheeled vehicles that most other racers prefer. She also boasts a near mastery of butterfly knives.
Powers: None.
Weapons: Butterfly Knife.
Relationships: Her entire family is deceased and she only views intimacy as a way of getting what she wants.
History: The history of Suzanne Valius is a tragic one indeed, though nothing of it's calm beginnings would have suggested anything of the sort. Born the only child of a loving mother and father, she spent the early years of her life as happy as any little girl could be. She had many friends and, due to her fathers somewhat well paying job as a laboratory assistant, was somewhat spoiled by her parents. Things couldn't have been better. One fateful day, however, something happened that would change her life forever. A news report flashed across the television, outlining a devastating accident that had occurred at her father's place of work only hours ago. It continued on for some time, mentioning things like body counts and dark eco. . . things that a little girl such as herself had no business understanding. She didn't care. She just wanted her father to come home and tell her that everything would be alright. He never did. Life went on for the next few years, albeit with an air of depression that simply refused to be lifted. Suzanne's mother did the very best that she could for what remained of their family, but was often just barely able to make ends meet. Then, on the eve of Suzanne's fifteenth birthday, tragedy struck yet again. She had lay asleep in her bed for some time when an ear shattering sound, much akin to an explosion, ripped her back into awareness. She made as if to rush downstairs, but was halted as her mother came dashing into the room and locked the door behind her. Between choked sobs, she ordered her daughter to get in the closet and stay quite. The fear that resounded so heavily in her voice discouraged any form of argument. No sooner had Suzanne managed to get herself hidden than yet another explosion ripped it's way through the house, taking with it nearly half of the young girls wall. Her mother was thrown soundly against the far wall but somehow managed to remain conscious. "You monster!" She screamed "You killed my husband! You f###ing monster!" Unfortunately, these turned out to be the final words of Anya Valius. A tendril of what appeared to be black liquid lashed forth from the dark humanoid figure that had just made it's way in through the gaping hole in the wall and pierced Suzanne's mother directly through the heart. Though every instinct told her to scream, the girl fought to stay quite as the beast scanned the room for any other signs of life with a sadistic grin upon it's inhuman face. To this day she can't remember how long it took the thing to leave or even how long she remained hidden after it was gone. Finally, she was forced from the house by a spreading fire that had apparently been started in the attack. It consumed everything. . . including the lifeless corpse that had been her mother. And it was all her fault. The next couple of years were spent just trying to get by, dulling what mental anguish she could with drugs, alcohol, and whatever men. . . or women. . . would have her. It was around this time that she began Kras Racing, seeing it as a fairly sensible way to get herself killed without actually bothering to commit suicide. Much to her surprise, however, it turned out to be something she was actually quite good at and launched her into a full-fledged career. Unfortunately, the poor girl has only used her success to further fuel the many vices that have taken hold of her life and has since continued her downward spiral into self destruction.
