Post by crnagora on Apr 12, 2012 1:09:28 GMT -5
A NNICA CVETKOVIC
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° N-ame ||Annica Cvetkovic
° A-liases || None
° A-ge || 23
° G-ender || Female
° F-amily || A mother and a father, both of which had one sibling each of the opposite gender. She herself is an only child, though.
° E-ye color || Grey-brown
° H-air color || Dark mahogany
° H-eight || 181 cm - ~5’11”
° W-eight || 70.3 kg - ~155 lbs
° D-efining features || She’s got a faded burn mark on her left palm as a reminder of an incident with a lighter when she was younger. Totally her own fault, but she usually wears gloves of some sort to cover it up.
° A-dditional features || She’s rather tall for a girl, and is well-built to boot – she keeps herself in tip-top shape just in case the military ever decides to stop under-using her and she gets a decent, at least halfway challenging assignment. She keeps her hair long and well-groomed. The easiest way to piss her off is to mess with her hair, actually. She hates having it ruffled or getting it wet. Generally, she dresses well – it’s “embarrassing” to be seen in rags, is how she thinks of it – and she has a penchant for dark, rich colors. Even when she’s not trying to stand out with her clothes, they’re at least well-made. She also loves long, flowing skirts, and when she doesn’t need to have full use of her arms, adores wearing billowy sleeves.
° J-ob || Military
° R-eason for current profession || It runs in the family. Her father was an officer, as was her grandfather, and her great-grandfather… if she had a brother he’d probably be the one in the military, but she doesn’t, and she doesn’t feel like breaking tradition. Even if she does tend to get stuck in the dull, boring office jobs because of her gender. Her mother despairs that she’ll never find a husband, but as her father points out, at least this way she’ll meet suitably strong men.
° D-istrict || Noble Residential District – her family may have made its fortune from the military, but that doesn’t change the fact that they have a fortune and that they rather enjoy the trappings of the nobility.
° P-ersonality ||
There are certain traits and standards of conduct that Annica’s family values above all else, and though she does her best to hold herself to these standards, she’s well aware that she falls short of them more often than not. She’s also well aware that anyone who doesn’t fall short is exceptional – and she would rather like to be considered exceptional, so when she catches herself exhibiting bad behaviors, she does her best to correct them. Unfortunately, though, she does have more pride than is healthy, so she tends to delude herself into thinking she’s doing the right thing even when she’s not. She usually realizes that her behavior was not “up to par” after the fact, and her pride is such that she won’t seek out people she’s wronged to apologize… but if the situation gets brought up, she’ll apologize easily. So easily that it can sometimes make her seem insincere, but she doesn’t care, because she knows she means it and that’s all that matters as far as she’s concerned.
She’s fascinated by history, and also by myths and legends. Her absolute favorites are epic tales of heroes, villains, and everything in between, and it’s quite easy to get her worked up over a good story (though she tries her best to stay calm and collected most of the time). She’s memorized more stories than she can count, and has studied up on local and foreign history as well – she has a good memory for small details, but sometimes gets lost in those details to the point that she overlooks the big picture. She loves wordplay – puns amuse her greatly, and someone who will verbally joust with her and keep her on her toes is her favorite sort of person. Unfortunately, she has horrible handwriting – it’s more like chicken-scratch than anything, despite her education – so she does prefer to do most things verbally. The fact that her handwriting is less than perfect is a point of very deep shame for her.
Speaking of shame, though, there’s one thing that she considers more shameful than anyone else – being a prisoner. This stems from the fact that she’s from a military family; her family’s attitude has always been that one should fight to the death and that allowing oneself to be captive is a form of surrender, and surrender is absolutely not acceptable in her book. Since she doesn’t get to do much fighting while at work – much to her immense frustration – this attitude has translated itself into a rather warped perception of “being taken prisoner”. She hates being told what to do, the only exception being if she’s being told what to do because she put herself in a position where she’s expected to learn from someone, like work or lessons. Having her freedom stifled is something she absolutely won’t abide by. If she’s in an argument with someone, she feels like backing down would be the same as admitting defeat in an actual fight, so she’ll continue debating until the end even if she realizes she’s wrong midway through. She’s incredibly strong-willed and stubborn.
That’s not necessarily a good thing, either; her stubbornness and pride make it hard for her to deal with situations where she’s not taken seriously… like her work with the military, for example. She’s endlessly frustrated by the fact that she gets passed over for promotions or assignments out in the field in favor of people who happen to have dicks dangling between their legs. She knows very well that she’s strong and qualified, and finds it a little degrading that she’s constantly put on “desk duty”. She holds grudges – a lot more than is healthy, really – and isn’t above playing tricks on people or using her influence to cause inconveniences for them if she feels they’ve wronged her. She also isn’t above helping other people get revenge in exchange for payment, so long as she feels it’s justified. She does have a little bit of a wicked streak, much to her family’s chagrin.
In addition to being mischievous, she also has a flair for the dramatic and a deep-seated desire to impress people. She likes astounding others with how quickly she learns something, whether it be some sort of skill, or a poem, or a story. She considers a look of awe or wonder on someone’s face to be the highest form of approval, and like any other person… she does long for approval, whether she’ll admit it or not. She hates it when people aren’t impressed, though, and this does sometimes get taken to ridiculous lengths. Her attempts to impress people have often been made with blatant disregard to her own safety or the safety of people around her. The thing about Annica is that she doesn’t quite understand the concept of limits. She feels like if she has the ability to do something, she’s also entitled to get to do it if she wants to – if she wasn’t supposed to do it, it would simply be impossible.
° L-ikes ||
• Pomegranates
• Coffee
• Stories
• Taverns
• Interesting people
• Getting to do as she pleases
° D-islikes ||
• Having her hair get messed up
• Being told what to do
• Having her authority questioned
• Being brushed off
• The “dreary monotony” of everyday life
• Being questioned about when she’s going to find a husband
° F-ears ||
• Getting married. She feels like it would limit her freedom in the worst possible way, and she doesn’t see why she really needs to be married just yet anyway. She’d be merely apathetic to it if it weren’t for the expectation that she’d already be married and having children by now.
• The Ruthians. On some level she sometimes feels she can sympathize with them – the current government obviously has some flaws, she thinks, because the way things are now she keeps getting stuck working desk jobs instead of doing what she really wants to do in the military – but she knows they’re not playing a game and that they’re dead serious about taking out the people who are “in their way”. She also knows that she and her family, being part of the nobility, count as that.
• New moons. It’s irrational, but she really hates when there’s no light from the moon in the sky at all. It always makes her feel antsy and out-of-sorts, and even if nights like that really are the best for her to be sneaking around during, she leans more towards “fear” than mere dislike.
° G-oals ||
• To somehow become a ranking officer in the military despite her gender.
• To live a life that isn’t “dull and boring” – she wants the sort of life that would be told and retold like the tales she listened to growing up.
• To put together a collection of original stories. Shh, don’t tell, it’s her super-secret goal. But she wants to be able to leave behind some sort of legacy when she’s gone, even if she doesn’t get married and isn’t able to go on grand adventures, and since stories brought her so much joy growing up, she thinks that’s a good way of doing it. Besides, a good story will last forever, and she doesn’t want to be forgotten.
° H-istory ||
For as long as there has been a military in Atheros, Cvetkovic sons have served. Annica’s relatives fought in the Civil War – on the side of the Draconians, of course – and they’ve used their military might and undying loyalty to whoever is in power as a way of furthering their own agendas. Rulers would come and go, and they would fight when it was necessary, but they would always hitch their star to whatever side seemed most likely to come out on top. It was tradition, and when Annica’s mother became pregnant, they had no reason to think that tradition would ever change.
But the thing was, the pregnancy was tough for her mother. Despite her massive amounts of mental strength, the strain of bringing a child into the world was too much for her – the pregnancy weighed heavily with her and there were complications that made it abundantly clear that if she survived this child, she would not be having another. She survived, though she was greatly weakened… and the child that was born was not a son, but a daughter.
Her parents didn’t resent her gender, but they were resigned to the fact that maybe they would simply have to arrange a marriage to a high-ranking military officer in order to continue the family tradition. Annica, however, was willful from the beginning – though she could behave when it was necessary, she was never content to let the boys treat her as if she were below them in any way. She grew up more tomboyish than her mother might have liked, and there were hints, but her parents were both surprised when she announced that she intended to pursue a career in the military, despite the fact that there were very few women who were able to excel there.
Annica was talented – she knew that much – so she believed that with enough time her superiors would see her talents and would promote her despite her gender. She was wrong. Years have passed since she first enlisted, and though she works to hone her skills every day so that if she’s called upon to serve properly she’ll be able to do so, she’s spent more time behind a desk filing paperwork – profiles on new recruits, reports, and other equally dull things – than she has doing anything else, and that frustrates her to the point that she’s even started to think of wild and crazy ideas.
Wild and crazy ideas that, if she follows through with them, might get her branded as a traitor. But she’s so tired of being under-used; it kills her a little to know that she could be useful but instead she’s stuck behind a desk. She’s not at the point where she’s willing to blatantly go against the regime, but she is at the point where exploring other options, despite the fact that she’s a little bit of everything those “other options” stands against and despite the fact that she’s a little frightened of what those “other options” might be able to accomplish, is starting to become quite the attractive prospect to her.
° R-oleplay example ||
The room where the young woman sat, safe and secure behind her desk, was silent save for the soft rustling of papers as she thumbed through the reports in front of her and marked them off as received. The expression on her face was a mixture of boredom and frustration. When she'd enlisted, she'd done so to bring honor to her family's name and experience firsthand the glory of being a soldier - not to sit behind a desk day in and day out as a glorified secretary, never getting so much as a taste of the conflict she knew was raging outside these walls.
It was maddening. Annica had never expected to rise through the ranks at breakneck speeds, but she'd also never expected to spend years during the worst of work that any girl with half a brain could learn to do in a matter of hours. She was a Cvetkovic, and that meant her destiny was to inspire terror on the battlefield, not to look over the countless reports submitted by the buffoons they had out there right now.
Her lip curled as she drew a few pieces of paper out from the pile and scanned through them. Encountered a group of Ruthians in the Entertainment District, the report read, All suspects escaped. Three (3) civilians injured in an explosion; no casualties. She was quite sure that if she'd been the one out there that night, the report would have read "all suspects detained" and "no civilians injured," but no. She was stuck here, and out on the streets the Ruthians were getting away with more and more because the military insisted on keeping its most competent soldiers in an office, stamping paperwork and fetching coffee.
She brought down the stamp and filed the report away. Recieved. And promptly forgotten. No one would recall that report, unless it was because the person who had submitted it was being punished in some way for his appalling amount of incompetence.
It was strange, she thought, that the Ruthians were getting away with so much. The military was - or at least was supposed to be - an elite group of professionals. It was disconcerting that a ragtag group of rebels had gone so long without being crushed.
Disconcerting... and, truthfully, a little fascinating. The Draconians would never be removed from power; Annica was quite sure of that. But still the Ruthians fought on in spite of the massive amounts of power and influence their opponents had at their disposal. Her fingertips tapped against her desk as she considered it.
They must have some wealthy supporter. Maybe even more than one. The members of the lower classes were numerous, but not numerous enough to pull together the amount of resources the Ruthians had at their disposal. Weaponry, explosives. The training to use those things. Medical supplies, or at least a handful of very talented physicians, because to be seen sporting an injury that a Ruthian was known to have sustained would mean certain imprisonment and possible execution...
She sighed heavily. Whatever it was that was making it possible for the Ruthians to stand their ground, the Draconians would crush it. She was certain of that. But to stand in the face of such power... as much as she loathed to admit it, they were doing something right. The Ruthians were using every bit they had to their advantage.
In the Ruthian ranks, a strong woman would not go underused and underappreciated merely because she was a woman...
She frowned softly and slapped the stamp onto the next report with a little more force than was really necessary. Absurd. Utterly absurd. There was no time for such thoughts - she had a job to do. And if she did it well enough, maybe this time she'd get a chance to prove herself to her superiors.
° U-sername || rawrbrittasaurus
° A-ge || 20
° T-ime zone || GMT -7
°W-hat is the secret phrase from the Rules? || Just So You Know
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° N-ame ||Annica Cvetkovic
° A-liases || None
° A-ge || 23
° G-ender || Female
° F-amily || A mother and a father, both of which had one sibling each of the opposite gender. She herself is an only child, though.
\-|-°-|-/
° E-ye color || Grey-brown
° H-air color || Dark mahogany
° H-eight || 181 cm - ~5’11”
° W-eight || 70.3 kg - ~155 lbs
° D-efining features || She’s got a faded burn mark on her left palm as a reminder of an incident with a lighter when she was younger. Totally her own fault, but she usually wears gloves of some sort to cover it up.
° A-dditional features || She’s rather tall for a girl, and is well-built to boot – she keeps herself in tip-top shape just in case the military ever decides to stop under-using her and she gets a decent, at least halfway challenging assignment. She keeps her hair long and well-groomed. The easiest way to piss her off is to mess with her hair, actually. She hates having it ruffled or getting it wet. Generally, she dresses well – it’s “embarrassing” to be seen in rags, is how she thinks of it – and she has a penchant for dark, rich colors. Even when she’s not trying to stand out with her clothes, they’re at least well-made. She also loves long, flowing skirts, and when she doesn’t need to have full use of her arms, adores wearing billowy sleeves.
\-|-°-|-/
° J-ob || Military
° R-eason for current profession || It runs in the family. Her father was an officer, as was her grandfather, and her great-grandfather… if she had a brother he’d probably be the one in the military, but she doesn’t, and she doesn’t feel like breaking tradition. Even if she does tend to get stuck in the dull, boring office jobs because of her gender. Her mother despairs that she’ll never find a husband, but as her father points out, at least this way she’ll meet suitably strong men.
° D-istrict || Noble Residential District – her family may have made its fortune from the military, but that doesn’t change the fact that they have a fortune and that they rather enjoy the trappings of the nobility.
\-|-°-|-/
° P-ersonality ||
There are certain traits and standards of conduct that Annica’s family values above all else, and though she does her best to hold herself to these standards, she’s well aware that she falls short of them more often than not. She’s also well aware that anyone who doesn’t fall short is exceptional – and she would rather like to be considered exceptional, so when she catches herself exhibiting bad behaviors, she does her best to correct them. Unfortunately, though, she does have more pride than is healthy, so she tends to delude herself into thinking she’s doing the right thing even when she’s not. She usually realizes that her behavior was not “up to par” after the fact, and her pride is such that she won’t seek out people she’s wronged to apologize… but if the situation gets brought up, she’ll apologize easily. So easily that it can sometimes make her seem insincere, but she doesn’t care, because she knows she means it and that’s all that matters as far as she’s concerned.
She’s fascinated by history, and also by myths and legends. Her absolute favorites are epic tales of heroes, villains, and everything in between, and it’s quite easy to get her worked up over a good story (though she tries her best to stay calm and collected most of the time). She’s memorized more stories than she can count, and has studied up on local and foreign history as well – she has a good memory for small details, but sometimes gets lost in those details to the point that she overlooks the big picture. She loves wordplay – puns amuse her greatly, and someone who will verbally joust with her and keep her on her toes is her favorite sort of person. Unfortunately, she has horrible handwriting – it’s more like chicken-scratch than anything, despite her education – so she does prefer to do most things verbally. The fact that her handwriting is less than perfect is a point of very deep shame for her.
Speaking of shame, though, there’s one thing that she considers more shameful than anyone else – being a prisoner. This stems from the fact that she’s from a military family; her family’s attitude has always been that one should fight to the death and that allowing oneself to be captive is a form of surrender, and surrender is absolutely not acceptable in her book. Since she doesn’t get to do much fighting while at work – much to her immense frustration – this attitude has translated itself into a rather warped perception of “being taken prisoner”. She hates being told what to do, the only exception being if she’s being told what to do because she put herself in a position where she’s expected to learn from someone, like work or lessons. Having her freedom stifled is something she absolutely won’t abide by. If she’s in an argument with someone, she feels like backing down would be the same as admitting defeat in an actual fight, so she’ll continue debating until the end even if she realizes she’s wrong midway through. She’s incredibly strong-willed and stubborn.
That’s not necessarily a good thing, either; her stubbornness and pride make it hard for her to deal with situations where she’s not taken seriously… like her work with the military, for example. She’s endlessly frustrated by the fact that she gets passed over for promotions or assignments out in the field in favor of people who happen to have dicks dangling between their legs. She knows very well that she’s strong and qualified, and finds it a little degrading that she’s constantly put on “desk duty”. She holds grudges – a lot more than is healthy, really – and isn’t above playing tricks on people or using her influence to cause inconveniences for them if she feels they’ve wronged her. She also isn’t above helping other people get revenge in exchange for payment, so long as she feels it’s justified. She does have a little bit of a wicked streak, much to her family’s chagrin.
In addition to being mischievous, she also has a flair for the dramatic and a deep-seated desire to impress people. She likes astounding others with how quickly she learns something, whether it be some sort of skill, or a poem, or a story. She considers a look of awe or wonder on someone’s face to be the highest form of approval, and like any other person… she does long for approval, whether she’ll admit it or not. She hates it when people aren’t impressed, though, and this does sometimes get taken to ridiculous lengths. Her attempts to impress people have often been made with blatant disregard to her own safety or the safety of people around her. The thing about Annica is that she doesn’t quite understand the concept of limits. She feels like if she has the ability to do something, she’s also entitled to get to do it if she wants to – if she wasn’t supposed to do it, it would simply be impossible.
° L-ikes ||
• Pomegranates
• Coffee
• Stories
• Taverns
• Interesting people
• Getting to do as she pleases
° D-islikes ||
• Having her hair get messed up
• Being told what to do
• Having her authority questioned
• Being brushed off
• The “dreary monotony” of everyday life
• Being questioned about when she’s going to find a husband
° F-ears ||
• Getting married. She feels like it would limit her freedom in the worst possible way, and she doesn’t see why she really needs to be married just yet anyway. She’d be merely apathetic to it if it weren’t for the expectation that she’d already be married and having children by now.
• The Ruthians. On some level she sometimes feels she can sympathize with them – the current government obviously has some flaws, she thinks, because the way things are now she keeps getting stuck working desk jobs instead of doing what she really wants to do in the military – but she knows they’re not playing a game and that they’re dead serious about taking out the people who are “in their way”. She also knows that she and her family, being part of the nobility, count as that.
• New moons. It’s irrational, but she really hates when there’s no light from the moon in the sky at all. It always makes her feel antsy and out-of-sorts, and even if nights like that really are the best for her to be sneaking around during, she leans more towards “fear” than mere dislike.
° G-oals ||
• To somehow become a ranking officer in the military despite her gender.
• To live a life that isn’t “dull and boring” – she wants the sort of life that would be told and retold like the tales she listened to growing up.
• To put together a collection of original stories. Shh, don’t tell, it’s her super-secret goal. But she wants to be able to leave behind some sort of legacy when she’s gone, even if she doesn’t get married and isn’t able to go on grand adventures, and since stories brought her so much joy growing up, she thinks that’s a good way of doing it. Besides, a good story will last forever, and she doesn’t want to be forgotten.
\-|-°-|-/
° H-istory ||
For as long as there has been a military in Atheros, Cvetkovic sons have served. Annica’s relatives fought in the Civil War – on the side of the Draconians, of course – and they’ve used their military might and undying loyalty to whoever is in power as a way of furthering their own agendas. Rulers would come and go, and they would fight when it was necessary, but they would always hitch their star to whatever side seemed most likely to come out on top. It was tradition, and when Annica’s mother became pregnant, they had no reason to think that tradition would ever change.
But the thing was, the pregnancy was tough for her mother. Despite her massive amounts of mental strength, the strain of bringing a child into the world was too much for her – the pregnancy weighed heavily with her and there were complications that made it abundantly clear that if she survived this child, she would not be having another. She survived, though she was greatly weakened… and the child that was born was not a son, but a daughter.
Her parents didn’t resent her gender, but they were resigned to the fact that maybe they would simply have to arrange a marriage to a high-ranking military officer in order to continue the family tradition. Annica, however, was willful from the beginning – though she could behave when it was necessary, she was never content to let the boys treat her as if she were below them in any way. She grew up more tomboyish than her mother might have liked, and there were hints, but her parents were both surprised when she announced that she intended to pursue a career in the military, despite the fact that there were very few women who were able to excel there.
Annica was talented – she knew that much – so she believed that with enough time her superiors would see her talents and would promote her despite her gender. She was wrong. Years have passed since she first enlisted, and though she works to hone her skills every day so that if she’s called upon to serve properly she’ll be able to do so, she’s spent more time behind a desk filing paperwork – profiles on new recruits, reports, and other equally dull things – than she has doing anything else, and that frustrates her to the point that she’s even started to think of wild and crazy ideas.
Wild and crazy ideas that, if she follows through with them, might get her branded as a traitor. But she’s so tired of being under-used; it kills her a little to know that she could be useful but instead she’s stuck behind a desk. She’s not at the point where she’s willing to blatantly go against the regime, but she is at the point where exploring other options, despite the fact that she’s a little bit of everything those “other options” stands against and despite the fact that she’s a little frightened of what those “other options” might be able to accomplish, is starting to become quite the attractive prospect to her.
\-|-°-|-/
° R-oleplay example ||
The room where the young woman sat, safe and secure behind her desk, was silent save for the soft rustling of papers as she thumbed through the reports in front of her and marked them off as received. The expression on her face was a mixture of boredom and frustration. When she'd enlisted, she'd done so to bring honor to her family's name and experience firsthand the glory of being a soldier - not to sit behind a desk day in and day out as a glorified secretary, never getting so much as a taste of the conflict she knew was raging outside these walls.
It was maddening. Annica had never expected to rise through the ranks at breakneck speeds, but she'd also never expected to spend years during the worst of work that any girl with half a brain could learn to do in a matter of hours. She was a Cvetkovic, and that meant her destiny was to inspire terror on the battlefield, not to look over the countless reports submitted by the buffoons they had out there right now.
Her lip curled as she drew a few pieces of paper out from the pile and scanned through them. Encountered a group of Ruthians in the Entertainment District, the report read, All suspects escaped. Three (3) civilians injured in an explosion; no casualties. She was quite sure that if she'd been the one out there that night, the report would have read "all suspects detained" and "no civilians injured," but no. She was stuck here, and out on the streets the Ruthians were getting away with more and more because the military insisted on keeping its most competent soldiers in an office, stamping paperwork and fetching coffee.
She brought down the stamp and filed the report away. Recieved. And promptly forgotten. No one would recall that report, unless it was because the person who had submitted it was being punished in some way for his appalling amount of incompetence.
It was strange, she thought, that the Ruthians were getting away with so much. The military was - or at least was supposed to be - an elite group of professionals. It was disconcerting that a ragtag group of rebels had gone so long without being crushed.
Disconcerting... and, truthfully, a little fascinating. The Draconians would never be removed from power; Annica was quite sure of that. But still the Ruthians fought on in spite of the massive amounts of power and influence their opponents had at their disposal. Her fingertips tapped against her desk as she considered it.
They must have some wealthy supporter. Maybe even more than one. The members of the lower classes were numerous, but not numerous enough to pull together the amount of resources the Ruthians had at their disposal. Weaponry, explosives. The training to use those things. Medical supplies, or at least a handful of very talented physicians, because to be seen sporting an injury that a Ruthian was known to have sustained would mean certain imprisonment and possible execution...
She sighed heavily. Whatever it was that was making it possible for the Ruthians to stand their ground, the Draconians would crush it. She was certain of that. But to stand in the face of such power... as much as she loathed to admit it, they were doing something right. The Ruthians were using every bit they had to their advantage.
In the Ruthian ranks, a strong woman would not go underused and underappreciated merely because she was a woman...
She frowned softly and slapped the stamp onto the next report with a little more force than was really necessary. Absurd. Utterly absurd. There was no time for such thoughts - she had a job to do. And if she did it well enough, maybe this time she'd get a chance to prove herself to her superiors.
\-|-°-|-/
° U-sername || rawrbrittasaurus
° A-ge || 20
° T-ime zone || GMT -7
°W-hat is the secret phrase from the Rules? || Just So You Know
