Kestrel
| http://i498.photobucket.com/albums/rr347/Filly13111/leryn_franco.jpg Mesrua Okar | |
| Military Information | |
|---|---|
| Callsign |
Kestrel |
| Specialty |
Undecided |
| Rank |
Private First Class |
| Position |
Trooper |
| Squad | |
| Platoon |
Wildcard |
| Company |
Phoenix |
| Battalion |
Dragon |
| Regiment |
Osiris |
| Division |
Stormtrooper Corps |
| Biographical Information | |
| Homeworld |
Naboo |
| Age |
18 standard years |
| Species |
Human |
| Gender |
Female |
| Skin Color |
Naturally tanned |
| Height |
5'4" |
| Weight |
110lbs |
| Hair Color |
Dark Brunette |
| Eye Color |
Light Brown |
| Handiness |
Right Handed |
| Scars |
One on her right cheek, about 1.5” in length, just below the cheek bone |
| Tattoos |
Complex, yet solid black tribal tattoo that runs from mid left shoulder blade, over her left shoulder, and slightly down her left front as well. |
| Personal Information | |
| Affiliation | |
| Nicknames |
Kes |
Contents
Current status
What is the current status of your character?
Bio
Personality
Mesrua from a distance, seems like the nicest person in the universe. She has this aura that invites everyone to get to know her, to open up to her, to trust her. However, once you talk to her, you can hear and see that she is not the kindest person in the universe. Her words are hardened; her body is always placed defensively. Mesrua will stand with her back as close to a wall as possible, and position herself so she can see the entire space, but so she can move anywhere quickly. Her eyes are always darting around, and she will never place her whole attentions on anyone or anything, unless she needs to, to prevent harm from coming to her. She also doesn’t care too much about making others hate her; she is very blunt with her comments, and will always call it the way she sees it.
When Mesrua meets someone who she doesn’t trust, she will have as little contact with them as possible. That way, when they screw up, she can’t be blamed. Its not that she can’t accept blame for her own actions, she just hates it when things are pinned on her. Mesrua can get very aggressive, very quickly, especially when she is faced with her own self preservation. She believes in protecting others, just as long as she stays alive.
If Mesrua trusts someone, then she will make sure she finds everything about them. That way, she can stay safe if they turn out to be distrustful. That said, she is amazingly intuitive, and can read people like an open book; she has learned how to read other’s body positions, how to listen to emotions in their words. Unless she sees fit, Mesrua won’t abuse the trust that others invest in her. They will be the first ones that she will protect.
History
“I don’t want her.” “But dear, she’s our child.” “I don’t care, she’s your fault anyway.” “What do you mean she’s my fault? You’re the one who….”
Flash forward seven years Mesrua sat staring out a window, watching the rain hit the window. She could hear the other children whispering to each other, whispering about her. Aside from them and the rain, there was no noise, not even sounds from the orphanage’s kitchen could be heard. Her cheek stung, and she could feel the warm sticky blood on her face, yet she hadn’t told any adults about her injury. Mesrua knew if she told anyone, she would be in trouble. The boy that had hurt her would not be in any trouble; he knew how to lie. She, on the other hand, was the worst liar in the world, and so, could not blame anyone else. All of it would be thrust on her, yet again.
She looked at her barely visible reflection in the window, the red stain on her right cheek, the brown eyes reflecting the pain she felt. She had pulled her hair back as best she could, using some string she had found under her bed, to prevent her hair getting bloody. Mesrua stood up and went over to her bed. She grabbed some tissues, and started to dab at the cheek. However, she couldn’t touch it without experiencing any pain, so she soon gave up.
The silence was broken by one of the children in the room; she started crying, then scampered away, probably to get the head mistress. Mesrua didn’t like the girl, and she had never bothered to learn her name. However, Mesrua knew that she would be in big trouble. She turned to face the other children. There were seven of them standing together in a clump. The other girl and herself made nine, so where was the boy she had fought with? Mesrua didn’t know, but she wanted to. His disappearance would most likely get blamed on her. However, her thoughts were broken my the sound of heavy footsteps coming up the stairs…
Flash forward nine years “Mesrua, come here at once!” the old hag said.
Mesrua obediently went to the old hag.
“Good girl.”
“What, do you want me to sit, roll over, then fetch your slippers too?” Mesrua thought.
“I have some good news Mesrua.”
“That’s nice,” the girl replied.
“I would have thought that you would have been excited,” the old hag said.
“No offence, Ms. Hennenford, but the last time you said you had good news for me, I ended up shovelling animal cra… I mean faeces for some rich guy who never paid me the full amount.”
“Well I never! Leave me then. I shall let another be adopted then.”
Mesrua knew that no one had come to adopt anyone. The old hag was just trying to get under her skin. It would have, if she had been any younger, but constant abuse had hardened her skin into steel. She started walking away, then a thought came to her mind.
“You know what Ms. Hennenford?” Mesrua said, turning.
“What is it dear?” the old hag said, with fake concern and kindness.
“Go suck on your left one.”
“Where did you ever…. You’ll end up in the Corps for sure.”
“I wouldn’t mind that. Anything is better than this pit.”…
Flash forward two years “Mesrua! Mesrua! Where are you child?” the old hag said.
“I’m right here,” Mesrua said, stepping around a corner.
“Oh, well you had better get a move on. The shuttle’s don’t wait for passengers you know… Where on Naboo are you bags?”
“Loaded up.”
“Oh, um… excuse me them.”
Mesrua watched her go. At her back, she made a rude gesture.
“Oh Ms. Hennenford?”
“Yes dear?” the old had said, stopping and turning to face her.
“Go suck on your left one.”
With that, she walked coolly to the door, and walked out and on to her new life…
Service History
Ranks
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| Insignia | Rank | Start | Until | Reason for Promotion |
| Your first Rank | Join Date | Date of first promotion | Joined the VE | |
Positions
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| Position | Start | Until | Reason | |
| Trainee | Join Date | Date graduated from Academy | Joined the VE | |
Awards
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| Ribbon | Award | Award Name | Date Received | Reason |
| image link | Award Abrev. | Award Name | Date received | You haven't earned one yet, so do your best and your first medal will come ;) |
Mission Log
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| Story | Start Date | End Date | Type | Post Count |
| Story Name | Story Start Date | ? | Story Type | 0 |
| Total: | 0 | |||
