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Tara Connolly

"Logic is the most important aspect of law and order. Punishment is merely a necessary side effect."

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a character in “Heart and Soul”, as played by Anastasia's Arrow

Description

Tara Connolly

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Name:
Tara Connolly
Nicknames:
None as of now.
Age:
Recently turned 30, though she looks rather young for her age.
Gender:
Female
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual, though generally prefers to avoid even physical relationships.
Ranking:
Level Two Chi Number Two
Occupation:
Head of Police



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Height:
5’6”
Weight:
135 lbs
Build:
Tara does not have necessarily a model figure; rather, the figure of one that is in good health and good shape. Her shoulders are broad for a woman, though they are not particularly bulky. She is considered flat-chested by societal standards, and is somewhat slender as a general rule. However, she does have a slight muscular build that is most apparent in her calves, upper arms, and abdominals.
Hair:
Her hair falls to a bit below shoulder level. It could be described as a light ginger, although, if asked, she will simply say that her hair is brown and that it is altogether irrelevant.
Eyes:
An almond shape, they are an almost ghastly shade of blue that would frighten a child in the dark. She usually wears eyeliner to highlight this fear-inducing appearance, as well as varying shades of eye shadow, depending on the day.
Skin:
Her skin is fair, although not delicate to the rays of the sun. She seems to have the inability to tan naturally, in fact. On the bridge of her nose, as well as the collar bone of her chest, she has light freckles scattered about; she has been known to punish those of lower rank who even mention them to her.



Personality:
Some describe her as quietly terrifying. She does not actively terrifying; however, the innocence so often reflected in her face (though, wrongly so) combined with the harsh punishments she has been known for combine to create an aura of calm superiority. She had been known, though, before the removal of her emotions, to be a fiery and energetic young girl.
History:
Tara was born into her class; her father and mother were both members of the Level Two Chi. They were both high-ranking members of the police force and had always intended for her to go into the same line of work. Being as such, she was trained from an early age to be a “heartless” killer.

However, as it was not possible for her emotions to be removed until she was older, she grew up (to her parents’ utter dismay and disapproval) as a rambunctious and outlandish child. She had a particular fondness for hiking, horseback riding, and all forms of fighting. Those that were close (however “close” one can become to others in such a society is debatable) to her parents often found her to be completely different than the two of them. In fact, once when her father killed a cat that had been feeding from their garbage disposal, she had sat on the ground and cried for nearly two hours, trying to get the animal to somehow return with her tears.

As the years passed, she found herself becoming distanced from her parents because of the emotional boundary. Although she did not particularly like the idea of losing her emotions and her fiery attitude, she longed to become closer to her parents. She wanted them to simply accept her and be proud of her; to have them speak highly of her to their “friends.” So, at the age of fourteen, she finally agreed to have the surgery to relieve her of her emotions. She had not had her first love or romantic affair yet, and she has not had one since.

Once her emotions were gone, she began to spend more time with her parents and learning about their work. They trained her in all kinds of combat forms. When she was eighteen, she immediately engrossed herself in their career, escalating quickly through the ranks of the police force. At age 29, after proving her worth with her ruthless fighting and the tactical miracles of which she prided herself on, she was promoted to the position of Head of Police. She has held this position for a year now.

Crush/Love:
None as of now.
Family:
Peter Connolly and Orla Connolly.
Other:
Surprisingly enough, she is a vegetarian and has a particular “fondness” (or lack of violence toward) for animals.
Characters Hex Code:
Maroon4 (#8B1C62)

So begins...

Tara Connolly's Story

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A swift jab to the man's left cheek bone left him scrambling and defeated on the ground. Tara's unforgiving gaze rested on him, assessing him carefully to assure that the lesson she had intended had been accurately taught.

"Let that be a warning to you," she began cooly, "That I expect all deliveries to arrive promptly and expressly to my doorstep. Is that understood?" The man, still trembling from the final, harsh blow and the several that had come before it, nodded his head furiously. He had been charged with delivering a package that Tara had ordered a few hours before, and it had arrived an hour later than she had expected. Even though it was not the delivery man's fault but rather the company's, the man was obviously of lower status and most likely deserved the punishment anyways. "Very well, then. Off you trot." The man scampered quickly away, rubbing his face as he fled.

With a newly-refreshed feeling of superiority, Tara glided over to where the package had been placed before the fiasco and picked it up. Despite her rather harsh and violent nature, she delicately sliced at the edges of the package with her laser pocket knife. Once the aluminum box had been opened appropriately, she gently lifted the edges of the lid until the desired object was clearly visible. Inside was a pair of sapphire-encrested earrings laced with silver embellishments. Pleased enough with this, she quickly put the earrings in. It was always a pride of hers to look her best, even if her job did require exertion and physical prowess. Why couldn't one be pretty and powerful?

But, with the frivolities of the day taken care of, it was now time to do her work. She had already gotten into "uniform" for the day, though hers differed from the average police officer's, of course. She chose to wear a royal blue, military-esque jacket embroidered with gold thread. The shoulders of it were large, showing her authority and malice. The buttons were also gold, with elegant designs that depicted several showings of power and justice. The pants she wore were more simple, a black tight-fitting brand that allowed her curves to be accentuated. She wore black military boots as well, that were well-equipped for running. The bottoms were metal, and she had learned that they could easily break the bones of someone else's face. Her hair was thrown back into a sufficient ponytail, though ribbons were tied around it to add a sort of flair. No matter how many embellishments she wore, she always looked intimidating to those below her, and even those equal to her. Her face always seemed to bare a slight smile, no matter the situation, and the smile was almost always a false one that her face just naturally acquired. Her icy blue eyes, however, always told the truth; they seemed calculating and cunning at all times, and sometimes would shower those that they looked upon with violent intents. Some liked to describe her as the "Child of Hell" for her false innocent look.

She ascended the grand stair case of her home (although it really wasn't particularly grand; it just happened to be in the foyer and was the main stair case of the house) and headed towards her office. She walked in and placed herself at the metallic desk; everything in the room was stream-lined and efficient. All-in-all, it could be described as an effectively official space. Taking a seat, she turned on the surface of the desk (which was a touch-compatible computer screen of sorts) and began quickly flicking reports from her subordinate officers. She quickly found the most important ones, compiled them into a report, and sent them to Lord Darius and Lady Nyth. The reports mainly consisted of somewhat trivial things; the consistency of crime rates, the capital punishments and other deaths that had been reported in the day, and so on and so forth. However, she managed to put special emphasis on things that could be or seemed to be related to any Junsya activity.

For obvious reasons, Tara was very fascinated and similarly plagued by the actions of the Junsya. Every victory of theirs was a loss of hers, and she did not take losing lightly. She had made it a personal duty of hers to seek out members of Junsya and destroy them. She had already personally executed a few people who had been supposed members of the Junsya.

Having finished the reports to the Leaders of City Council, she found time for a more personal request. She clicked a pin on the cuff of her jacket, which activated a communication device which gave her direct communication with her servants. "Arsen, bring me a salad. And see if you can find the name of the man that delivered my package today, too; I'm going to contact his company and see about having him fired for being late."

Arsen Hacket was one of her servants, and one of the ones that she was more "fond" of, if that word could be used. It wasn't necessarily fondness, but rather that she didn't dislike him as much as most of the other servants. He seemed like he would make a good Chi, someday. She would actually most likely even pay for his surgery, if he asked nicely. Still, all of her servants had received punishments at some point, and most received them on a somewhat regular basis. She was truly heartless when it came to punishing her servants. A few had even died from infections from injuries which she had given to them. (Though, of course, the medical reports would never say such things.) She quickly thought of one more thing. "And let Niall into my office when you bring the salad."

Niall was Tara's pride and joy; a beagle at three years of age. If Tara could be said to "love" anything, it was certainly that dog. He was the one thing that she would protect unto the ends of the Earth, besides the society which she served. He was always happy and a fiery little pup, much like Tara was before her operation. It was always a requirement of hers to find the time to play with him.

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Character Portrait: Chen Zhi Wu Character Portrait: Darius Zhu Character Portrait: Tara Connolly Character Portrait: Rune Walker
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[Chen Zhi Wu]


Simple black clothing and light weight shoes. Relaxed movements as we walked keeping laid back. Neat and clean shoulder black hair tied back to keep it out of his face. Chen was always kind of like stone even before being modified when it came to showing emotion. He changed after the death....or murder of his mother and father. Ming was the only real light he had and if anything happened to here he would lose it. With Ming being owned by Darius it was a double edged sword. On one hand she was safe, taken care of, always had a roof over her head and food. On the other hand she was owned and would have to deal with Darius wrath when he was angry.

Chen worked with great care when he was gathering information. He never rushed anything that always ended up drawing attention in all the wrong ways. Yes taking time on something was not always the best way to do things. Chen took careful notes, video and whatever else he could gathering every inch, every micro detail of information he could get. The more he covered the better off he was. Names, places, plans all of gathered without leading any one on. He always left the trail pointing to someone else only to end could. Like always Chen out did himself in getting information.

He would make his way back using his skills not be seen as made his way to Darius office. He always moved like a ghost when he came in. It spooked the people that worked for him with how he moved about thus giving him the nick name ghost. Slowly he made his way to door of the office knocking and waiting for an answer before he would enter the room. Like always he waited to be seen before speaking or handing over the information that he gathered. Never the less he found his way back just when he was need like always.

Chen had a habit of bring something back for Ming every time he went out on a mission for Darius. At some point he started to bring something back for Rune as well upon Mings request it made her happy and that was what mattered to Chen. Be it some kind of sweets or some kind of nick-knack. He always brought something back with him for the two of them. This time around he brought Rune some peacock feathers and a silver pocket watch. For Ming he brought a lovely purple and a black pearl like necklaces. He knew she loved purple and colors along those lines.

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Character Portrait: Aurel Marko Character Portrait: Darius Zhu Character Portrait: Nyth Ravencraft Character Portrait: Tara Connolly Character Portrait: Rune Walker
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Nyth Ravencraft


Nyth was in one of her moods angry and bitter, but that was nothing new more times than not she was. Her black form fitting suite hugged her body like a glove. That pencil skirt hugged her legs and rump giving them great shape and lift. The white button up top had lace at the color and cuffs adding a middle Victorian look. To top look off a black jacket dotted with silver buttons. High heels giving her a towering effect making her legs look longer. Her long blond hair was pulled up in to a tight bun. She looked like one of those sexy librarians, however not one you would want to play with. She was a force not to get in the way of. Many knew this about her and took care not to get in to her way. One hand was adorn with a finger claw shining bright silver with a black moon stone.

Slowly she looked up at her servant eying him before long fingers reached for the coffee cup. She sipped at it slowly giving that rare nod of it meet her liking. Nyths free hand with the silver finger ring tapped on the desk. She hated paper work as much as she hated people who looked better than her. When it came down to it she would go for what people loved to bring the pain. "So tell me my pet did dear Darius bring his little bird today" Nyth took great joy in tormenting Ming when she was around....but not only Ming, Rune as well. It was hard to say who she disliked more but the base if it was they belonged to Darius a man she wanted. They got his attention and what one could call affection. Always cruel remarks never physical due to the unspoken laws of the Chi, that would be the thing that keep them out of her grasp.

Nyth leaned back watching him as she ate. Now and then she would make him eat her left overs, she did not need him dieing on her. In a sick way she did care for her pet dearly, he was a handsome thing. Two she knew he disliked eating so she got a sick enjoyment in making him eat. She sighed sipping at her coffee some more going through more paper work. She wanted to get it done so she could have time to herself but being her rank things did not always go that way and that made her lose her temper behind closed doors. She took care one what or who she took it out on.