Name: Oren Dariya Kovalenko
Codename: Smiley (Both a reference to the spasmodic grins left on the faces of those poisoned by her strychnine, and an ironic reference to her grim demeanor.)
Gender: Female
Age: 19
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Class: D
Specialization: Neurotoxins and their implementation on weapons and in traps. She's got quite a knack for setting rather unexpected traps up to snag the unwary, a strychnine-coated beartrap being one of her signature methods of dispatching people.
Themesong: Kasabian - Club Foot
Appearance: She is of around average height and weight, at about 5'7 and 135lbs. She's rather angular and not partcularly curvy, though is visibly female from her bodyshape.
Oren has thick, black hair that reached down to her mid-back. It's rather dull and opaque, though decently neat and well maintained. Some thick strands tend to hand into her face.
Her face is almost immobile, she doesn;t smile very much and always seems to be regarding the word with a cold, analytical gaze.
She has grey eyes, with quite small pupilsm set in an ovular face with rather prominent cheekbones and thin, pale coloured lips that tend to get rather dry and chapped.
There is a red burn mark across the left side of her face, aloing the ridge of her cheekbone down to the corner of her mouth.
Oren wears a navy coloured trenchcoat most of the time, and a indigo and blue horzontal striped woollen scarf that hangs loosely round her neck.
The coat is usually worn open, with a black scoop-necked top underneath it.
Personality: In one word: Cold. In a more detailed explanation, Oren is definitely a person ruled by the head rather than the heart, often to the point of extremes. She is a workaholic; ambitious and always set on the goal at hand, to the point that she often won't eat or sleep when focused on important jobs. She is highly analytical and tends to see things only in scientific terms rather than in any sort of emotional context. In many ways she in only concerned with the details and minute machinations of things rather than them as a whole. She is not a terribly social person, often being quite rude and blunt to others, though she is a trustworthy and reliable ally, it's just not wise to expect any sympathy whatsoever from Miss Kovalenko. She can be rather bossy when allowed to be, havingh quite strong opinions and often being diasdainful of other,s but is likely to back away in the face of greater skill or power. If she respects someone she is liable to do as they say regardless of her views on it, making her a natural 'henchman' type.
Outside of her work, Oren enjoys scientific pursuits and biology, and keeps a few taxidermied animals, her favorite being a taxidermy display of an albino cobra. She also enjoys jazz music and chess.
History: Genetically, Oren was born a bit of a mutt. She came into the world in the city of Budapest, the child of a former ukrainian gang member Konstatyn Kovalenko and a hungarian chemist Hanna Pataky. Her early childhood was a fairly normal affair as it stood. She was an intelligent girl and did reasonably well in school, though rumors about her father's shady dealings meant that many parents were less than keen to let thier sons or daughters come and visit her house.
As it happened Konstatyn had been a member of quite a ruthless crime syndicate, linked to human trafficking, drug smuggling, murders, the works. He had double-crossed them, making off with a large amount of dirty money, and gaining an anonymous reward from the police for tipping them off about some of the activities.
Konstatyn was no fool howeve,r and he fully suspected reprisals for what he had done, so thier small suburban house was in fact a miniature fortress. He had set up a myriad of traps throughout the palce to catch those that didn't know the particular way of doing things. Noting the 'fairly' in 'fairly normal' was probably a reasonably loose use of the term. She grew up memorizing the various potentially lethal quirks of the house. Stepping on the third step on the staircase would deploy a concealed shotgun, turning the doorknobs counter-clockwise instead of clockwise would result in an electric shock, all that sort of thing.
He had also seen a need to teach his offspring to defend itself, and began to instruct Oren on ways of fending off an attacker, and how to kill a man, if she ever needed to.
Oren had her first experience of death at age seven, when her mother had tripped and trodden on the first step, getting a face full of buckshot while the young Oren was watching cartoons in the next room. It had been such a genuine surprise that she hadn't even made a sound at the sight of her mother lying sprawled out in the hall with a large piece of her skull missing.
The second experience of death had taken place a couple of years later, when the gang had finally happened to catch up with Konstantyn in a bloody battle to take the trap-house. About five of the attackers had gotten wiped out by the man's traps, but if there was one thing a gang could take advantage of, it was numbers. Oren had ended up hiding in a kitchen cupboard while the shrieks of her father echoes down from the upstairs.
Cut to eight years after the battle of Trap House. A large house in Kiev was practically silent. In the dining room stood a table, and sat at the table were at least twenty people, all very still, all very dead, and all with horrendous, twisted grins on their faces. Underneath the table a large dog lay similarly stiff as a board. In front of the window, a woman in a long black coat stood regarding the grim tableau. Her arms were folded and posture relaxed, calmly awaiting the arrival of the police. It had taken years, but she had eliminated every existing member of the gang involved. She felt she'd done right by her mother and father, and was for the first time in her life free of the looming shadow of the threats and the danger. It was an oddly liberating feeling...especially odd as the police were on thier way, and would arrest her imminently for the killing spree that had left a trial of blood all across Europe. It did not bother Oren a great deal. She needed a new objective to keep going...and fortunately it appeared that she was to be fated to get that objective with the help of Alkatraz.