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Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko

[UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

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a character in “Morningside Research Facility”, as played by VitaminHeart

Description

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Full Name: Doctor Oren Dariya Kovalenko
Age: 29
Date of Birth: 6 January
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian, from a european and jewish background.
Occupation:

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Physical

Hair Colour: Grey-black
Eye Colour: Grey

Body Type: Angular, quite athletic, a little underweight as Dr K rarely seems to eat anything.
Distinguishing Features:

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Aptitude


Education Level: Doctorate in

Notable Skills:

-Impressive shot. Was taught marksmanship by her father, an ex-military man. She can draw extremely fast and is a very accurate shot with small arms and rifles. Assault weapons she has little taste for, considering them too crude to bother with. Oren has her own weapons clearance and has a handgun on her person as a degree of 'insurance' in case things become problematic. However she is permitted such a thing only because her and the execs remain on the same page that she would only 'put down' an extremely expensive project in dire circumstances, with her own life being in danger potentially not being sufficiently dire.

-High IQ, eidetic memory.


Notable Disadvantages:



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Psychological Profile

Personality Traits:

Oren is, in one word, harsh. She tends to come across as unsympathetic towards others, being pragmatic to the point of callousness, and often quite rude towards people she encounters. This is due to the fact that she holds herself to a very high standard, and expects others to meet similar standards to earn any respect from her. These standards encompass a sort of ruthless self-discipline. She is strict on herself in matters of study, diet, exercise, and seeking help on any matter, and likes to be in control of things.

She is a caustic individual who is quite capable of offending others. Those she does have respect for are minimal, but she has no trouble admitting it when she does respect someone, though has a lot more trouble indicating that she may like someone on a personal level.


She is a highly intelligent and logical individual, and is good at looking at a situation practically, and rarely panics regardless of the crisis, however her emotionally distant nature often means that her solutions can be seen as harsh, even unethical at times. She is a realist, but also extremely cynical, and tends to think the worst of others around her.

She has an intense dislike of physical contact and hates anyone attempting to touch her.


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Record

Background:



Actions of note within Facility:

So begins...

Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: #22475 - Rei
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Down on the secure level, Dr Kovalenko regarded the inferiour cup of coffee with distaste as she and one of security headed along to lockdown.

Whilst the upper areas tended to go for a light, open-plan look, the necessity of security meant that the lower level was more tight, the corridors wide and low with reinforced doors and shutters that could be drawn up to view the inside of the rooms that branched off.

A few noises, muffled by the thickness of the walls, could be heard from time to time, but generally the place was pretty quiet, pretty preferable to the noise of the offices.

Even if there was a much larger chance of being ripped apart.

They paused in front of the large, thick blast door of the lockdown section and the doctor, an angular woman in her mid twenties, pressed the button on the intercom outside.

-"So, are you planning to rip anyone else to pieces this week or can I open up this door?"-

The corridor was quiet for a few long moments before a voice on the other side staticed in.

"No, no I'm good."

"Well as long as you're good." the researcher muttered with a degree of sarcasm before she input a code, pressed her alm to the scanner and swiped her ID through the lock, causing the heavy door to slowly slide down.

"Admin is on my back about this. Prototypes taking out staff is unacceptable and you are downstairs until the team fix the problems."-

The figure sat at the back of the room narrowed their luminous green eyes in distaste.

"I'd rather not hang out with the freaks down here."

"Well I'm sorry you feel that way princess, but seeing as there are still pieces of Robinson in the ventilation system then you're just going to have to be brave and deal with it. They're opening up the rooms and sending the prototypes on this level to the cafeteria and I'm going to be dong the check up rounds, go along there, make some friends or whatever it is that you do when you're not savaging people and get used to it because you aren't leaving til I'm certain you're not going to go Cthulu fhtagn again, clear?"

The indidivual in the cell was well aware that there was not much to be gained from arguing the case. Dr K. had a lot of authority around the place, and exactly the same amount of unwillingness to back down. No degree of persuasion was going to sway her.
The figure stepped out of the blast doors, shoulders drawn up, regarding the doctor with distaste, her head still aching from the after-effects of whatever they'd given her the day before. She felt like someone had ht her over the head with a baseball bat.

Which was possible. It was all pretty hazy.

There were not that many people who could have pulled a stunt like she had and still be on decent terms with a company, but Rei did represent a considerable investment from Paragon, and in the end it all came down to the monetary value. That and while the thing had been pretty grisly, she was by no means the most hostile or difficult prototype Morningside had. Up until recently she'd been spending her time upstairs with the most personable experiments, the kind that went to meet investors and showed off what they could do, but when the random 'check-outs' started happening, they'd started talking about the move downstairs.

Downstairs was where the 'freaks' ended up. The experiments with health issues, or disciplinary problems, or glitches that meant that the level of security and monitoring was justified.

Rei had her own friends upstairs, and interactions with the downstairs lot had been limited at best, and not something she was eagerly anticipating.

The experiment stepped into the large room, regarding the guards posted up on the walkways over head sceptically.

"Looks like a classy place, huh?"

Rei was not, at a glance, all that threatening looking. Skinny, curveless and quite sickly-looking, she was wearing the white pants and T-shirt marked with the logo, and her ID code, that seemed a little large on her form. Long, silvery hair hung down to her lower back, not much paler than the unhealthy hue of her skin. All in all she looked like someone that'd struggle to carry groceries, let alone wipe people out but....when you were talking about bioweapon research appearance was always pretty deceiving.

"Don't be a smart-ass. I'm expecting a flawless record from you."the researcher remarked.

Rei made a vague noise of agreement in response, not having the energy to argue.
She stepped to the back of the line, hunching forwards whilst the doctor went to speak to security.

It was going to be such a long week.