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Eimile Vita Nasrin

"I'm not a hothead, I just defend myself."

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a character in “Hitmen Training”, as played by Makenna Young

Description




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{"I'm not a hothead, I just defend myself." }




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|Full Name|
Eimile Vita Nasrin
(pron. eh-meel vee-tuh nass-reen)

|Nickname|
N/A

|Birthday|
July 30th

|Age|
Nineteen

|Nationality|
American

|Occupation|
Unemployed

|Sexuality|
Straight

|Rank Number/Code Name|
Trainee #4; SpitFire

|Hometown|
New York City, New York




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{"If you expect me just to cooperate with you, then you've got another thing coming." }




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|Equipment & Weapons|
Eimile favors an assortment of modern guns, of which she keeps in her belt and bulletproof jacket, depending. She always has at least one gun on her, just in case. She also has a high-tech, impenetrable cell phone, of her own design.

|Quirks & Habits|
Eimile is known to, um, bare her teeth when angry or annoyed. So back off. Now. Also, she chews on the inside of her cheek when in deep thought.

|Talents(T) | Strengths(ST) | Skills(SK) |
Technological Inclination
Speed
Aim

|Flaws/Weakness|
Eimile does not know the difference between courage and being foolish. Furthermore, she struggles to make friends and see the good in others. She cannot think as anyone but herself, try as she might. She has an extreme mistrust towards males, as well.

|Hobbies|
> Running
> Inventing
> Partying, on occasion

|Fears|
øHer Night Terrorsø
øInsignificanceø
øFully Loosing Herselfø

|Secrets|
Eimile has night terrors.
Eimile is slightly mentally unstable.
Eimile murdered her exboyfriend, who abused her.
Well, then there's the sheer fact that her ex abused her in the first place.




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{"I am my own person. I'm not about to change to earn your favor." }




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|Personality|
Eimile is an extremely hotheaded girl, defensive of her stances and beliefs alike. She tends to make enemies and rivals quicker than friends and confidents, not hesitating to tell people what she thinks of them, quite tactlessly honest. At the same time, however, if you earn Eimile's friendship, she is the most loyal, devoted friend you could ever ask for. And while few dare to dwell by her side as she teeters at the brink, it truly does pay off, as she will never forsake you, ever forgiving once you prove yourself without a doubt. Eimile can be intolerant of people unlike her, but ironically, she despises when people are intolerant of she herself. As is such, many may call her a hypocrite, one thing that can and most certainly will set her off to the fullest bounds of her temper. Beware.

|Tempermental| |Tactless| |Outgoing| |Overconfident| |Foolhardy|


|Likes|
▲ Being Straightforward
▲ Thunderstorms
▲ Companionship
▲ Reliability
▲ Honesty
▲ Technology
▲ Motorcycles
▲ Logic
|Dislikes|
▼ Exclusion
▼ Isolation
▼ Unrelatable People
▼ Optimists
▼ Idealists
▼ Literature
▼ Demeantion
▼ "Superiors"




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{"Let me be, you have my devotion. Try to change me, I'll fuck you up." }



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|Place of Origin|
New York City, New York

|Family Tree|
Catia Patricia Frances-Nasrin (mother)
Tamar Andrew Nasrin (father)
Curio Jakob Nasrin (elder brother; currently 23)





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{"I hold true to my beliefsk no matter what. So don't even try to change them." }





|History|
Eimile was born as a second-born to Catia and Tamar Nasrin on July thirtieth. She was brought up in the slums of New York City, the places where you must always be wary of stalkers, rapists, etcetera. Since the age of seven, Eimile has been taught to carry a weapon with her no matter where she goes, as it's better to be safe than sorry. Her elder brother by four years, Curio, encouraged this especially, higly protective of his little sister. Even in elementary, it was apparent that Eimile was a technologically inclined prodigy, and indeed, many schools looked to her in hopes to enroll her in their program once she got older, even though she attended a poor public school at the time. Her future couldn't have looked brighter. But all that would come crashing down soon enough. When Eimile was fifteen, she fell in love with a young man two years older than her by the name of Archer Powell. And she knew he loved her, too. They stayed together for quite awhile, but at some point, the relationship went downhill, and Archer became abusive towards Eimile. After so long, she couldn't tolerate it anymore and murdered him in a fit of rage when he was returning home to his apartment from his part-time job. Curio found out soon enough, and looked into options to protect his sister. Hitmen training was the best option; she had never shown any remorse for the murder of Archer Powell. Her parents do not know.
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{"Let's have some fun. That's all that really matters, right?" }





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County road 233, under my feet
Nothin' on this white rock but little ole me
I've got two miles 'til, he makes bail
And if I'm right we're headed straight for hell

I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight well now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man
I'm going to show him what a little girls are made of
Gunpowder and lead

It's half past ten, another six pack in
And I can feel the rumble like a cold black wind
He pulls in the drive, the gravel flies
He don't know what's waiting here this time

I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight well now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man
I'm going to show him what a little girls are made of
Gunpowder and lead

His fist is big but my gun's bigger
He'll find out when I pull the trigger

I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight well now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man
I'm going to show him what a little girls are made of
Gunpowder and, gunpowder and lead

Gunpowder and lead

Hey!





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{"This should be interesting. Let's go for it!" }




|Other|
"Eimile Vita" translates to "life of rivalry."
Eimile has been known to drink excessively.
Eimile remains in touch with Curio, but not her parents.


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So begins...

Eimile Vita Nasrin's Story