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» Name: Anna Taishin.
» Titles: Zweihander.
» Age: Appears in her late 20's, real age unknown.
» Gender: Female.
» Affiliation/Rank: Employee of von Zarkonheinz Shipping, Inc; Marya's Bodyguard.
» Appearance Description:
Clothing: Anna wears rather modest clothing, nothing too special and quite tomboyish to add, the fact she considers wearing briefs and an exercise bra shows that she isn't really one to delve in her own femininity. A matter of practicality and utilitarian embracing goes into place because of the widespread availability of men's clothing, as well as the cheap price that comes with it, which is exactly what is Anna's creed when it comes to her very own demeanor despite a few contradictions. A bluish button up shirt with rolled up sleeves, black pants, a set of loafers and socks are her usual clothing, worn up to her thin form and adorned with hidden compartments underneath to conceal whatever it is she needs to smuggle past human eyes of the unwary and the careless.
When it comes to formal functions, she tends to wear a suit, a black suit. Not the secretary sort one where she has a skirt, but a male's attire, complete with a button up shirt underneath, a black tie of bland appeal, Oxford loafers, and a set of pants. That's right, a set of man's pants, those don't constrain her movements like the tube-like secretary skirt, and she doesn't have to worry as much about exposures of her undergarments when going for any sort of high kicks or the like, as well as her mobility is not hindered severely where a rip would be required to speed her up, an expensive rip at that which would no doubt cost some cash. But on the extremely RARE occasion that she MUST wear a skirt, she'd often wear a garter belt to hold up the stockings, with clogs for shoes instead of high heels.
From time to time though, when expected to go into a war-zone, a garb of BDU, load bearing vest, holsters, and military boots with rubber soles are worn. Camouflage tends to be olive green in general but isn't a static affair as to remain the same when there are radically different environments which would make her stand out, such as tundras, and the proper camouflage would be applied as a result.
Height: Whether it was her dieting, her sleeping habit or perhaps the present's great health care system, Anna has an unusual woman's height of 6'0" feet, taller than most average women, she would often look a man eye-to-eye in their standing. It serves as a convenience as there are quite a plethora of selection of clothing to people of that height, specifically for men, and she is the sort of person to actually wear a man's clothing.
Body: Anna's physique epitomizes not the brute Westerner's bulkiness when it comes to muscles but the finesse of the Chinese when it comes to martial prowess. She has acceptably made herself more akin to someone that can pace herself in cardio than to be the brute who punches everything up like a certain green man in a Marvel comic. It's not to say she is weak, but she is quite toned on the contrary for an athletic build appropriate to someone of her caliber and specialties.
Head: Known as a disheveled bob hair cut, Anna has an asymmetric set of strands that are uneven in standard length to each other, but the overall length of the hair reaches down to her neck as far as it goes and that's it. Quite well enough it doesn't impair her severely as much as someone with a long hair does. It is black as to represent her Asian heritage as a Chinese woman, with a fine dry mane, she often finds it lacking much shower due to the slower build up of grease that would make it feathery in all extents, not that it is an excuse as to NOT shower.
Her eyes on the other hand are quite bland, representing her race quite well for it is dark grey, nothing beyond that or out of the ordinary despite the augmentation she received behind her left eye. It's nothing notable when not in use, but she has a questionable cybernetic married to her flesh inside her eye socket and merged. It can't be seen from the outside, but can be viewed from x-ray machines and anything that renders her transparent through a monitor.
Her facial features on the other hand is quite distinctly Oriental, it is easy to confuse her for a Japanese person despite her heritage as a Chinese. Her eyes are distinctly slanted, the skin on her face super smooth, and she has a small lips. It's about everything to expect in her as a woman of Asian-descent in facial features, and she represents it either ways unmistakably.
» Appearance Picture:
Assassin: Anna is a killer without a doubt who doesn't empathize with her targets merely on a matter of principle. Were she to ever falter, it would weaken her resolve, weakening her resolve invites hesitation, and hesitation in the end is a very deadly thing when pit into a situation where life and death is decided on a matter of a second. She tries to get the job done, and recognizes the risks here and there as a former contract killer turned bodyguard.
Despite her change of functions, Anna acts the same way, the only difference is that she has someone to protect by eliminating others. It isn't something to cry over or the like, and in fact there is a thrill to this career choice that she could not help but feel when pitting the sight of her weapon towards a target, going against all statistical odds such as wind, bullet drop, gravity and distance, to achieve the singular goal of eliminating the victim.
In all extents, there is no problem in mixing pleasure with business at times, and that's how Anna tends to operate. Sure she hates to admit it, but she feels a certain amount of satisfaction when she successfully blows the brains of a victim with a carefully aimed shot made possible by meticulous patience and calculations, there is just no bigger joy than the feeling of success despite how wrong that success should be, but when pit in a life of cold assassinations, what is there to care about besides your next big pay anyways?
Inner spark: Despite the otherwise stoic expression she holds to herself, Anna is by no means someone that is actually a stone doormat to step upon. Rather she is entitled to her opinions and believes this to be the best case, except her opinions are seen as facts, and she is conceited about them perhaps out of enjoyment of irritating others, or that she actually really believes in those. Hard to tell with someone who hasn't made it clear which boundaries she dwells in despite the intellectual and quick witted front she puts up and operates under suffice to say.
She has a varied expression vibrant and most certainly human given she is in fact one, and holds to herself to act upon her simple principles of one day spending all that money she has hoarded to live a life of hedonistic depravity and gluttonous freedom afforded by being patient about it. Aye, thoughts spiral throughtout her brain in glee of the one day that she is not bound to kill anymore, not because she is sick of killing and has a conscience over it, no, but because she wants to put to use all the hard work that went towards accomplishing such a feat and express it in a temporary, but still physical celebration before rinsing and repeating and so on and so forth.
Enigma: Why should there ever be one persona when it comes to a person? It has often been something she dabbles in to not exactly be consistent often aside from how the situation actually works. It is never a smart thing to be someone that is too predictable, but then again being unpredictable in itself is quite a predictability. She finds herself seeking any sorts of holes anywhere with her calculating eyes and dives deep down inside it or so her trip to eventual madness will go, and she knows it to be the case.
That just one day, her sanity will break, that she cannot keep her stories straight in her head over who she really is, and what she can really do, and what lies are true and what truth are lies. She has so much, just so much personas in her head, that one can easily confuse her for a stigmatized victim of the multiple personality disorder, despite it being nothing more than a cover enacted to hide her true face, the wicked mask which hardens hear outside to protect the softer inside.
Hypocrite: There are often times that one wonders why would someone like Anna take a stance and change upon it later on. The idea is simple, that she wants to be on the fence as much as possible, to skip sides despite the warnings that when one skips fences long enough, they may impale themselves on the sharp implements or so the metaphor goes, but Anna is a daredevil that tries to play sides, despite the contradiction she actually has one as of the moment who has given her a role to be a bodyguard, and even then she separates THAT from the CURRENT PRESENT which further endeavors are taken into account of. So it isn't unusual to see her mannerism being quite... holier than thou sometimes despite being the wickedest of them all as an example.
» Likes: Lemons, spices, guns, planning (all according to Keikaku), thrilling endeavors, fawning, and tagging along with Marya who is often always bringing something exciting to the table.
» Dislikes: Hitches in plans, flying in airplanes, going to space, ANYTHING TO DO WITH GETTING ABOVE GROUND, apples, dentists, and doctors most of all.
» Background: Much of Anna's very own past is a veiled mist that only she herself knows, that it would be trivial as opposed to what really changed her life. Always one to be enthralled in assassinations with the occasional break outs of battle in the advent of death and destruction, cycles of despair that claimed humans and those that would hope... Anna would be the one to wallow in between in causing despair. Her life measured in how many humans she killed, putting them out of their misery or happiness.
Having been said to have picked up a talent for killing at an early age in the slums over but a man she found incomprehensibly irritating to her very being, Anna ended him without a moment's notice... that even after having done so, she actually liked it. A lot. It was poetry manifest, that her grace, her movements, the way she ended him... beautiful. From then on witnessed by someone that was fond of her coldness and lack of empathy, she entered into a transition of a little naive girl who just tasted her first blood to that of a stoneborn killer who found herself traversing realms in the human world where none may tarry, no-man's land that perhaps only a woman can cross, and she has seen it all through a scope, and sometimes up close to the eyes of a man.
She killed, and hunted, and slew and laughed, dancing to death's very own tune, traveling around the world, sneaking about, patiently stalking her targets that her handler points out, and without a question... she obeys. Manifesting an idea of a perfect tool, that only when one of her assassinations turned out to be on a Shinigami assigned over watching some spiritual nexus that was in China to be less than ideal. He had a mind to kill her in vengeance of her wily ways, thinking her a Hollow sympathizer. The bullet had done naught but knock his out his Gigai, hollowing the head and an expensive infringement at that, and she had no choice but to run in the presence of the powerful miasmic shadow. Cornered every way, her plans turning into futile movements, that she would stare into the face of death itself at first blurry... yet manifested itself the more his guttural language infected her ears, fuming out Reiatsu for her to feel in awe of.
This desperation of hers wasn't fear... but an aching of the heart to get out, to get out of the corner he got her to. This man had no mind to let her off, and his instrument of death that was his sword, it thirst for her blood. Every bullet emptied into the thing passed through his intangible form. She had nothing, absolutely NOTHING against a man whose prowess was to laugh at everyone of her attacks as his skin did not seem to suffer a wound or as much as a scratch. His sword, or Zanpakutō, aimed at her throat that so her eyes would widen and she would stare into him.
She needed something, she needed a way to defeat him, she needed a miracle! But it never came, she watched as he plunged his sword at her, only missed by a millimeter as it torn through her garment, she would spin and roll away. Defiantly fighting him again and again with every shots blown at his face, but he did not acknowledge it, his voice becoming clearer by every futile resistance she has shown as his form sharpened. He was a huge target with a large price on his head, and she was going to get it no matter what.
Yet... all was stopped as a roar ensued from a distance, a hungry monster called the Hollow descended on the two, following the spiritual energy like a bloodhound, yet he stared not at the Shinigami but at Anna, who stared at it in disbelief. That the city she was inside, Beijing, that dome it had, it wasn't out of trying to coerce the citizenry into obedience but it was really trying to keep these giant monstrosities out. She had never seen those before with her eyes so clearly as this before, a predatory beast that yearned for potent spiritual energy that one looks in a Shinigami, that instead it looked at her, an unimpressive woman of feeble spiritual energy, or in fact non-existent as she rationalized. It was confusing and weird. Whatever pretenses of hostilities were dropped by her and the Shinigami as she continued her futile attacks, just not against the human-like man in the Japanese robes, but against a monster that loomed over the two.
Spiritual energy made it harder to breathe for her, and her movements got sluggish. What would be feets away when she dodged started shrinking closer to a foot till it was at the width of her hair that she would dodge. Once more she looked at death itself that loomed, but the Shinigami's brief moment to vitalize himself for a serious battle wiped out the Hollow with but a strike of his sword. A moment passed, and he waltzed past her despite her attempts to kill him... she was PISSED. He didn't even consider her a threat anymore, only pacing himself past her as if she was but a pebble among pebbles, nothing worth mention. But why was it she could see him? He was so blurry before... and now so clear in form.
Whatever the case, she left for home in confusion, in a long trek back to Beijing. Avoiding whatever creatures she found whom she could not see before, not apparent and manifest. Days went on and her own fury grew, till at the mouth of Beijing a mile away, stood before her a white masked creature, ugly and lecherous for food. This death trek... why wasn't it that she had seen those creatures before? What was it that made them seek her out? That perhaps only a warrior finds battle, that she too had found one when she could see them? That perhaps she would've been better off a peasant in the slums not taking contracts from her handler? NO!
She fumed with giddy eagerness, emptying what bullets she had in her clips, resorted towards doing the foolish and attacking the monster with her fists. It barely budged it, but it damn right well impacted it, the bullets were useless but her fists? They were not. Despite such a feeble attempt to kill it, she was swept away by a fell stroke of the Hollow's arm in this chaotic tempest that was in fact the great outskirts of Beijing.
It was a very hard slug against her stomach, vomiting out her food from the attack, she felt a stigmatizing pulse radiate from there, flowing purple aura oozed from her skin and illuminated upwards. It didn't hurt her anymore, that hit, she only felt a new vitality, a sixth energy, a sixth sense... a fifth and sixth limb, a feeling of a new extension that has formed from the combat high.
She fought against the creature once more, yet power could not be mustered to defeat it, and in the time of seeing something vastly too fast for her eyes to follow, she too played at this charade and inclined to do the same out of sheer instincts, that every cell of her body screamed out that they will die from the next attack to hit.
What came next of this encounter was death, two barrels smoked with what burst out nailed the crown and impaled it with pulsating energy, a drill-like spiral tunneled and slew the Hollow as it finally died as Anna's very own ascent began from the same dance she walys employed, that now it has beckoned which she cheated; death itself.
The discovery of her inner-self prompted by such machinations of the otherworldly, a spark to kindle her own spiritual flames into an upward fire. That from then on... her contracts got more and more lucrative as she opted that she can certainly take on spiritual beings, what remained veiled into myth in her brain made a reality in that fateful assassination attempt.
But in those contracts, did her handler grow greedier by every moment, sowing anger into the brains of many, delivering so very few promises that were too great. A debt he had fallen into saw to it she was sent into the biggest last-ditch effort to kill someone to make money, and without the preparation afforded by time. Strained into making it over without much information aside from a name, some big shot arms dealer that had enemies, Anna failed in slaying her in time, and in her overall attempts to. She paid the price when she had lost all possibilities of attaining pay with the death of her handler. The man that raised her to be the assassin she was, plucking her out of the den of a slum and into a better society where house, food, clothing, hygiene, whichever basic rights, were reserved for those affluent in cash.
Her failure though wasn't out of a lack of skills though, her target was far better prepared than she was, and was better coordinated too. But... despite such attempts to kill Marya Idonea von Zarkonheinz, Anna wasn't seeked out to be slain when information was uncovered, much to her surprise, she saw the face of a smiling white she-devil, who promised her a job and appraised her skills for it... it was baffling really. She didn't know what to say, but that smile, it give her a sense of hope despite the madness which laid behind it, that she accepted... funny, from Marya's assassin to her bodyguard. Had she been told that from before, it would've struck her as ridiculous to work for someone to be her victim, but so far, Marya had a unique way of words that were too great to ignore and turn down.
» Natural Attributes:
Cybernetics: The cybernetics in Anna is much more suited for someone of her role as it is present in her left eye, acting as nothing more than a tool for magnification which foregoes any usage of binoculars or scopes. A tactical addition to her cybernetic-tolerant body, capable of zooming in by 300x1, but otherwise she has to close her normal eye as to allow the other one the focus to see things through, which severely limits her vision to be tunnel-like, and until she can unzoom her cybernetics, unless she keeps her other eye closed, both eyes would be out of focus. Of course this could be foregone completely by closing the cyborg eye in favor of the normal eye which lacks the magnification properties of a cybernetic augmented eye.
Gun Saint: Despite her proficiency with a sniper rifle, Anna is quite proficient with using two handguns in both hands, having an innate awareness of the trajectories, she can target targets apart each other simultaneously without much of a hassle, hence the term going guns akimbo, typically in her field of view but she can pull off a gunshot out of her vision so long as she has an awareness of the location of a hostile.
» Racial Powers:
Soul Dash: Something Anna learnt to grasp and be expressed through only her feet, she is capable of making quick bursts of speed in a moment's notice as well as adjust herself above the air, but in both instances are they temporary and would wear her out in a matter of attrition given the infantile training in this specialized form of human capacity to exert themselves beyond typically normal speed via spiritual means, that only her ability of it comes from instincts rather than professional training, having manifested it in the heat of a battle.
» Evolution Powers: (What kind of powers has your human obtained from evolving? IF they have, state them here.)
» Soul State Evolution Stage 1 Appearance: Two fleshy pistols manifest in her hands out of her own flesh mixed with bony-like structuring amidst the opening in the flesh, an outwards change than something inwards as it is characterized by the horrific appearance it takes up.
» Soul State Evolution Stage 1 Abilities:
- Небесный пробойнике (Heavenly Piercer): The volatile spiritual bullets that are fired out of the pistol are spun to increase penetration on any targets, meant not to have stopping power but rather the edge to bypass a defense be they spiritual or physical dependent in the power of question.
- Русских мужчин Танцы (Bullets the Impalers): The bullets are spiritual in all entirety, and are potent enough to be shot out of the semi-auto pistol are those that replicate, foregoing any need to reload and instead act as having infinite ammo (though a misnomer, it really depends on her capacity to produce bullets based on her own spiritual energy rather than the fact it is "truly infinite").
» Soul State Evolution Stage 2 Appearance: Piecing together the pistols one in front of the other, the weapon extends into a rifle-like in a distorted transformation, solidifying into the appropriate shape to be grasped. A fleshy weapon just like the pistols.
» Soul State Evolution Stage 2 Abilities:
- Необычные пиратских убийцы (Lance Spear Point): Simply put, a concentrated volatile spiritual bullet spews out of the muzzle, spinning fifty times faster than the pistol fires forth, albeit suffers from the drawback of slowed rate of fire in comparison to pistol fire, but a much more deadly and added precision is made to give the edge Anna needs in combat against enemies, meant for penetrating even tougher armor.
- Гав Гав незначительный (Vast Vista Spread): The bullet that is shot out of the rifle half-way to the designated target breaks apart into several shards of shotgun-like balls, spreading forth to hit the target on several points or at least once rather than to hit the target in a singular precise point. It always spreads half-way in the distance no matter what regardless, but lacks the drill-like effects of a normal shot hence the penetration is lessened in favor of firepower.
- Великий водки (Alternate Alliteration): When a bullet is shot, it can shift directions in mid-air completely to a new one, whether it is slight or extreme, or even to the back, it does it so in the immediate. The consequences that comes from such a thing is a halved penetration power at the expense of a tactical second chance or even an opportunity for a secret strike.
» Soul State Evolution Stage 3 Appearance: (Optional. This will be at least 1 to 0 tier level characters, however. You may fill this out, but the app will ultimately be up to the staff member who reviews it)
» Soul State Evolution Stage 3 Abilities: (Optional. Leave blank if you do not want powers.)
See Skill Sheet for More Information
- Durability: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- General Speed: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Strength: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Weapon Skill: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Willpower/Determination: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Mental Deduction: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Pain Endurance: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Focus: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
Human Skill Sheet
- Anima Stone Strength: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Soul Sorcery: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Soul Dash: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Soul Detection: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Geppo: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Vindeca: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Tekkai: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Yang Surge: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
» Roleplay Sample: (Meh, basic sample.)
The air was cold and her breath was raspy, beads of cold sweat ran her brow and she puffed out hot air, inhaling in the cold one into her lungs. The Russian winter took a toll on her psyche as she wished for some goddamn hot chocolate milk to sip and enjoy a day in the lodge, but this was never the case as she had an assignment to do. An assignment that she lacked motivation but spurred by the promises of money in a paradoxical notion of greed in spite of her slothful demeanor as of the moment.
Her position was marked above many in the humble village of Vloidistnya, perched in her own very nest, confined to the shrubbery and camouflages that naturally veil her from peeping eyes of whomever deigns hostilities on her via machinations. Scratching her crotch in lieu to the itch of camping for quite a while, overlooking the scenery and observing the routes to which the people took, it was but a while till she realized the target at hand... in fact, it was an entire day and she already settled in quite well on top of the hill. Watching the villagers ignorantly going about their lives without a spur of an aspiration.
Till she recognized the crusty old soggy scalp of the man she was supposed to kill, her magnifying eyes zoomed in and filled her optics with his features in sheer HD down to the last detail of his blackheads on his face. Good grief was this really a rape of her eyes to be endowed with a blessing and also a curse. But whatever, sooner or later, what will come over him would be the spraying of his blood all over the place.
Calculating the distance internally with the experience of handling her firearms, she aimed her rifle and took all factors into her idea for the shot to make it. She breathed in and out slowly and slowly till it came to a stop, stillness is her very fiber and being, pulling the trigger calmly and spraying that bitch's brains all over his girlfriend, sister, wife, whatever the fuck she was's face. The sheer expression of shock made Anna hot with joy of her enemy's very own suffering. She always liked the feeling of shock and surprise that comes from pain... but now that she finished her mission, she was getting the Hell outta here five ways from dodge town.