Post by Avalon on Jul 29, 2009 12:41:01 GMT -5
Keladry Aaralyn Storm
Alias: Avalon
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Family: Liberatore
Mafia Rank: Assassin/Spy
Sexuality: Presumably heterosexual.
Psychological overview:
If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, then this young woman is probably the most complimentary person in the world.
All in all, the one behind the façade of Avalon has, over time, become so obscured that no one person can pinpoint exactly who she is. If you asked 100 different people about who this woman was, and what she was like, you’d get 100 completely different opinions. Sociable, Sadistic, Careful, Masochistic, Kind, Controlling. You name it, it’s been said. And it’s all correct. Dissociative Identity Disorder, perhaps. She’s never been to a psychologist, no such thing could ever be confirmed. But, in her own personal opinion, the only thing ‘wrong’ with her is her ability to adapt flawlessly to practically any culture and the amount of trust that is instilled when she does.
The love for elegance she developed early on in life is perhaps what lead to her adoration for dressing up, something she still does to this day. Most would assume that Avalon dresses in styles pertaining to dozens of different cultures because she doesn’t know where she came from, but, she knows all too well. During the day, it’s often odd to see her representing the same culture or lifestyle two days in a row. As her outfits change, as does her personality. The pleasant demeanor of a French hostess, or the rough and tumble of a Russian bounty hunter and everything in between. Whatever the situation calls for is what she puts forward.
Perhaps her most notable trait is that Avalon has no shame over anything. She will use anything in her arsenal to get what she wants. Money, death threats, violence, sex, anything. When she’s put into the field as an assassin, her killing style is very precise and drawn out. First the breaking of bones and dislocation of joints, then a slow death by poison, or perhaps a good slice across the abdomen reminiscent of seppuku, except it is the exact opposite of an honorable death. After that, a kiss on the cheek in red lipstick became her calling card. But that’s not to say that she never… experimented. Such as taking the eyes of those she considered to be 'true sinners'.... These are kept in a jar of embalming fluid on her dresser. But, she's taken other such organs. Hearts, kidneys, whatever. These she usually sells on the black market. Makes good money.
Your master manipulator, superior seductress and kabalistic killer all rolled into one. What more could you want?
Usual appearance:
Standing at 5’6” and weighing in at 126 lbs., Avalon is considerably thin yet nicely formed as a female specimen. With fair European skin pulled over her elegantly elongated frame and ebony hair that reaches to the highest curve of her narrow hips, the contrast has always been startling. Whenever the chance is given, Avalon enjoys wearing backless tops that allow even a portion of the tattoo that cuts across her back to be displayed.
Starting on the reverse side of her left hip, a green dragon cuts its way over a large whirlpool-like design. Taking up the space on her mid-back are several waves cutting in opposite directions, and yet another wave cuts up across her right shoulder blade, where at the top a one-legged frog jumps toward the direction of her neck. Sprinkled across the design are several gatherings of red Japanese maple leaves, her mother’s favorite leaf. The design itself was similar to the one her father had wrapping up his left arm. Very few ask about her tattoo, assuming it’s simply something she got on a whim.
Many find it hard to find that Avalon is the twenty years she is, particularly because of the child-like innocence her face is beyond capable of conforming to, her high cheekbones and narrow chin paired with pouted lips seeming to be made specifically for that purpose.
One of the most starling things about this young woman are her eyes. The diluted shade of gray is highly uncommon in the Japanese culture, and even more so considering she also has European blood in her veins from her father’s mother. And she uses these eyes of hers to her advantage. Her mother always told her that a true Maiko, which she referred to Avalon as because she was all but following in her mother’s footsteps as an apprentice, could make a man stop in his tracks with just one look. This is something she works with quite often.
Besides her genetic features, Avalon almost never looks exactly the same. Her style of dress ranges from French Couture to Oriental Jubilee, from Chicago Swing to Middle-East Bollywood. It all seems to depend on what she feels like wearing when she wakes up, or whatever social group she’s fitting into. A pinstripe dress suit and heels isn’t uncommon, and neither in a simple pair of jeans that’s seen better days and a tank top with a leather jacket or trench coat overtop. Whatever the occasion calls for.
Personal Information
Birthplace: Gion, Japan
Current residence: Italy
Ethnic background: ¾ Japanese, ⅛ English, ⅛ French
Past incidents:
Born as a wailing, crying infant like any other during World War II, Hiragashi Sayomi was the perfect child in the eyes of her dana. Nitta Akarukia had decided that the money she would be paid extra for birthing a child for her dana was well worth the amount of time she’d be out of commission. The Euro-Japanese man’s wealth lay in a manufacturing company that helped build Japan’s fighter planes, and even then he wanted a child to dote on. He wasn’t particularly concerned about gender, and he was elated when he was given a daughter. Sayomi was raised by her father, but often spent days with her mother when she didn’t have any appointments scheduled. Akarukia taught her daughter much about her profession as a geisha, and was amazed at how easily her daughter was able to pick up on what she was shown. Little did she know that this applied to many fields which her father was teaching her.
She was a spoiled child, to say the least, who had everything and wanted nothing. In the time of war, Hiragashi Ichiro still managed to get books on various cultures for his daughter when she asked for them. Such books were few in many, fewer still in Japanese, which lead his daughter to begin learning English almost as soon as she could read. Although Gion was spared from the bombs like those that hit Hiroshima and Nagasaki, it was in the red light district, but also a 'flower town'. The Japanese army came in trucks, gathering up as many people as possible to be transported to Osaka. But Ichiro had commen sense, knowing that it was a prime target to be bombed. By a stroke of luck, he managed to find a safe place for Akarukia to go into hiding near the northern coast while he himself had taken Sayomi and fled to a small fishing village in the east. Ichiro had lost almost all of his money and had taken to the underground to making a living, soon becoming involved in the Yakuza. At that time, nine year old Sayomi ceased to be Sayomi and became Hiragashi Kazu. Ichiro couldn’t risk his daughter becoming a prostitute, so, it was best for him not to have a daughter. Her hair was cut short and from then on she was clothed in boy’s attire. Still being flat-chested worked in her favor for this reason.
It was only around three years before Ichiro met an untimely death. With what she’d been taught in terms of martial arts and kendo, or what she picked up on by observation, Sayomi disappeared. Taking the remaining money her father had, she caught a boat east to China where she spent two years before Sayomi picked her way across Asia until she eventually cut through Russia into the Ukraine, then over into Hungary before heading down into Croatia. She spent three years there, planning to make it her home. It was the first time she ever registered anywhere, claiming to be an English woman by the name of Keladry Aaralyn Storm. And that was who she became. She soon made her own reputation after joining an underground gang. Even given the chance to start over, she couldn’t do it. The pain she felt when her father died was what ultimately tore her heart out. It taught her only that letting people get close to her was the absolute worst thing she could do. But, she wanted above all to make other people feel the pain she felt. Keladry no longer accepted anyone as a ‘friend’, nothing more than someone who she was forced by the universe to interact with.
As a gang member in Croatia, Kelandry worked primarily as an assassin, which seemed to be her specialty as she was able to blend easily into the various social groups their targets rested in. It wasn’t long before she grew… bored. She’d always been an attention fiend, be it good or bad. She craved recognition on a much larger scale. So, at 18, she took out the rest of the gang that’d been her ‘family’ for the past three years and headed to Italy after hearing it’s renown for making people… famous. It didn’t take very long to make her own mark on the underground, worming her way with ease into the Libertores.
That was one year ago. Now at age 20, Avalon, as she was known from the day she arrived in Italy, has been loyal as a dog were to the master that gave it food, water and a home. And as it seems now, she’s content with the renown she’s gained as ‘il bacio della morte’. Well enough.
Medical problems: None to speak of…
And in your free time?
OOC Name: Alex
Age: … make up something xD
# of years role playing: 5 or so.
Any extra notes:
~Avalon is fluent in a wide gamut of languages: German, Russian, Latin, French, English, Italian, Japanese, Mandarin (Chinese), Cantonese (Chinese). She prefers to speak in Japanese, English, and Italian respectively. These aid her greatly during her espionage missions.
~At home, she prefers the clothing of her homeland, a variation at any rate, and seems to revert to the person she may’ve been had she remained living in Japan and took up the role of a geisha like her mother.
~Rarely does she use firearms at any point, except when it is absolutely necessary. She prefers a ‘hands-on’ approach as she is rather skilled with knives and swords.
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