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Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko

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a character in “S.C.I.O.N”, as played by VitaminHeart

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Full Name: Doctor Oren Dariya Kovalenko

Nicknames/Aliases: Dr K, The Robot, The Bitch, The Russian Chick (Oren is not, in fact, russian, it's just people have realized it angers her when people get her nationality wrong, and so have been calling her that specifically to irritate her.)

Age: 89 (Was bitten around age 21, and has remained there.)

Gender: Female

Species: European Vampire


Post/Rank: Head of Wyrm's Moon, Cryptobiological Research at SCION HQ.


Description: Oren stands at about 5'7, an angular-looking woman with blue-black hair, grey eyes and the pallid skin one might attribute to a vampire, if the sharpened canines were not already an indication. Oren tends to be seen in her white lab coat, replacing it with a dark blue duster when she ventures outside...which, admittedly, is not all that often. She often wears black fingerless gloves when outside of lab work, and prefers sturdy boots to anything prettier. Oren is usually seen wearing black eyeliner, and a look of general humourless disdain.

Personality:

A lot of people who know Oren have compared her to a robot. Except she is a robot programmed to hate you. The researcher is antisocial, unempathetic, and has very little sense of humour. She holds everyone, including herself, to unreachable standards and is quick to express her contempt for people due to their inability to meet them. She either has no sense of tact, or has chosen never to express it, as she has no issues with insulting others.

Oren is a workaholic, to the point that people have grown to question whether she ever actually sleeps. Any hour people call into the research block Dr Kovalenko seems to be there, drinking coffee or looking discontented or dissecting something, sometimes all three at once. She is extremely dedicated to her work, and her work is very good. Oren seems to be in possession of an amazing degree of intelligence, and puts it to good use.


Oren and Kora have a rather...antagonistic relationship with one another. Oren thinks that Kora is an uncivilized, uneducated moron. Kora thinks that Oren is a soulless reptile. Neither is totally wrong in their assertions.


Skills: Oren is incredibly intelligent, possesses an eidetic memory and can recall near anything in enormous detail. She can also calculate complex sums in her head, and is able to speak a number of languages. Oren is also a very fast runner, and well-trained in using firearms. She nearly always has a gun on hand and can draw more quickly than most people can formulate a hostile thought.

Weaknesses: Oren hates physical contact and tends to panic when she is grabbed, she also has a long history of issues with blood, and as a result avoids contact with fresh blood if she can. Oren's speed comes at the sacrifice of durability, and compared to more resilient creatures like werewolves, she is easily harmed.


Brief History: SCION is an organization that is not averse to offering a hand to those who are determined to reform, regardless of perhaps...shady instances in their background.

Oren is probably one of the shadier ones, a young hungarian woman turned in 1945, at the close of the second world war, Oren became a member of The Exsanguis, one of the most influential, and ruthless vampiric clans of Europe. With SCION's first incarnation officially going dark at some point in the 1950's, The Exsanguis was allowed to expand undetected, and while their presence maintained some form of order within Europe, it was order at the cost of deaths. The Exsanguis infilitrated positions of authority, police, local government, coroners, hospitals, and would callously eliminate any mortal who was considered a threat to their secrecy.

Oren has now, for the most part, left all f this behind her. She works for the good guys. That doesn't necessarily mean she's become a pleasant individual.

Other:

So begins...

Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko's Story

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Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore
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All things have cyclesā€” The moon, civilizations, the growth and shedding of skin from a snakeā€™s back. All things that go around will recur once more, and if they should not, it likely means that you have not waited long enough. The only question, really, is how or when the recurrence will come, and what prompting will occur to make it so.

Rebirth, as it were: A fascinating subject in the lives of men for millennia, for reasons both obvious and obscure. Phoenixes and reincarnation cycles feature regularly in Eastern historical records, and many creatures influencing the rebirth of seasons are revered as deities.

One of the most prominent symbols of rebirth across cultures, however, is the yew tree. Multiple cultures (see following doccumment for specifics regarding Greek vs Celt representation) have viewed this slow-growing tree with reverence, likely drawing the connection to rebirth from the tree's ability to spring new trunks from the original root bole. While it is possible to cut a yew down, failure to remove the full bole from the ground will only result in a later growth of the same tree.

Despite being an incredibly toxic ā€”


The stream of written text was interrupted as by the sound of the intercom filling the libraryā€™s archival study sent a rather startled bearded dragon lizard dropping from the writerā€™s head and onto the page.

The creature scuttled onto its feet after a second or two of struggle, bit the pen previously inscribing the briefing text, and then crawled onto the hand holding it to nuzzle for warmth. She was promptly hissed away by a garden snake, however, who had been hiding up the writerā€™s coat sleeve. The hissing set a leopard gecko on the sleeveā€™s outer portion to jumping further up the arm, which displaced a formerly contented ball python who had been draped about the coatā€™s shoulder.

The python moved to coil around her perchā€™s neck, only to be intercepted by the hands of Doctor Silas Whitmore as he wound her coils away from his body. ā€œNone of that now, Harriet,ā€ the historian chastised, letting her wrap herself around his other wrist, ā€œYou know that tickles.ā€

Harriet flicked her tongue out, but settled into her new place just as well. ā€œHopeless lot, all of you. Did you know?ā€ Silas proceeded to say, adjusting a lizard clinging to the frame of his thick bottle-bottom glasses so that the animal's foot did not obstruct the view of his strigine blue eyes. He reached up and pressed down his unkempt mop of brown hair, more out of habit than hope that it would stay down, and seemed completely unfazed as yet another small reptile crawled from his sleeve and made itself a nest amongst the strands.

He then moved to lay three different bookmarks in his work, in case someone else should want to open the resources he had been prepared to cite in the briefing note, but fumbled as he stretched across the desk and knocked a globe off of its stand.

Though he did manage to catch it in a haphazard dive to the side.

Even though said dive may have cost him his balance.

Cue a crash onto the floor and a scuttling exodus of the creatures formerly existing on his person.

ā€œYes, yesā€” I know. Iā€™m going to be late.ā€ He pulled himself up and dusted himself off, relaxing the globe and grabbing a notepad and pen in the same motion. ā€œIf youā€™re so bothered by it, you ought to helpā€ he quipped as he bounced toward the doorā€” though the bounce was more an effort to recover from stumbling over a corner of the rug than any intentionally graceless motion.

As the Historical research head strode toward the hall (with no further mishaps, for the moment,) he pulled out his phone and shot a quick text message to another member of Harvest Moon, to be sure that Aconite was in attendance.

Conference room in five. Or five minutes ago. Not sure. -Dr. W

And then,

Also, please meet after. Need you to pull the tome on yew wood inscribing. -Dr. W

As he pushed through the door with his worn menagerie and took a seat in the back corner nearest the door (so that no late-coming reptiles would disturb anyone when they entered,) he shot out one more text message, stating,

Also, meet before meeting after. Thinking of ordering lunch. -Dr. W

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Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Isaac Schofield Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore
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Dami watched the report being edited, leaning further and further over Montanaā€™s shoulder in the meantime until his boss straightened, the incubus moving fluidly in sync to avoid collisions and yet maintain contact before drawing back on his own terms.

ā€œNot a problem, sir.ā€ He replied quietly, while frowning at his attire. As he followed Montana through the halls, the incubus trailed a bit behind, quickly straightening and smoothing his clothing until he looked as professional as one possibly could in short shorts and any piece of clothing as tight as his shirt was, barely acknowledging Lulu with his short smile. Entering the meeting room, Dami took time to make eyes at the werewolf already in the room, followed by a more subtle look-over of Issac Schofield and the only male higher up. It was through this focus, he caught enough of the manā€™s conversation with Oren to hear ā€œpaid vacationā€ being mentioned, and the incubus pouted, his cabin fever barely lifted by the mission he had just been on with his team.

And speaking of his teamā€¦Dami looked around once more only to see that he had missed his chance to esconce himself on Montanaā€™s lap, and the pout grew as he left his position lingering by the door to hover by his teammatesā€™ shoulders.

I know, right? his expression said back to the blonde vampire- a small amount of jealousy evident in his eyes- before he circled around to take his own seat, briefly raising a hand in greeting to Silas.

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Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Isaac Schofield Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore
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The thin pick dragged in a smooth curve over the glass surface, scoring a barely noticeable line against the glass she was working with, and to Christinaā€™s pleasure, some of the tightly coiled energy around the center of the charm was diverting into the new circle, spiraling into the center and stabilizing the hollow creation as intended. Delicately as was necessary, the mage set the tiny weapon onto the tree-like stand she had for storing freshly made charms until their magic settled, stepped back from her table, and blinked furiously, clearing the complex spell that let her ā€œseeā€ magic from her eyes. She then laid down her tools, flexed her hands, and removed the large headphones and cotton in her ears just in time to catch the announcement.

The mage smiled at her good fortune, because a few minutes more on her part or less on the announcementā€™s and sheā€™d have missed the memo, and paused by her mirror to check her thickly coiled hair, today done up in multiple loops of braid. Seeing it was in place ā€“ she didnā€™t favour these hairstyles completely because of vanity, it was also because they tended to stay in place better than ordinary ones ā€“ she carefully locked her door after herself and hurried down the hall. It was good to get a chance to stretch her legs, because when creating charms or doing research, she often had to stay very still.

Some of her research coworkers greatly objected to fidgeting.

Then again, Oren greatly objected to almost everything that wasn't science related.

The young woman came into the room, looking at the assembled teams and scanned for a place to sit. Eventually, she decided on a fellow researcher, and settled beside Silas after waving to Montana, delicately checking to make sure no reptiles were on her intended seat. ā€œHello!ā€ she said meanwhile. ā€œFound anything interesting recently?ā€

Always a good bet with Silas, who found most of his research fascinating and often didnā€™t know when to stop talking about it.

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Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox
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Aconiteā€™s thanks was dismissed with the wave of a hand, as if physically ushered away. ā€œItā€™s the least I could do,ā€ Madison chirped. ā€œBesides, I pride myself on being a good host.ā€ The vampire did not lie- he was a man that greatly enjoyed his company, and a man that greatly enjoyed conversation. Manners were as important to him as an instrument to a musician, and this was something he knew well enough.

It was only when he saw Aconite exit that Madison beamed brightly and turned to leave, heels clicking nicely against the tiled floor. ā€œWell, considering that I havenā€™t heard much, either, Iā€™m assuming that itā€™s the latter.ā€ The bright, cheerful tone never faded as he strolled through the hall, following the various scratches and claw marks that had been left from Koraā€™s charge. ā€œI do have to agree with you on them being a tad...rowdy at times.ā€

A true understatement of the year.

At Aconiteā€™s question, the researcher gave a slight roll of the shoulders, then gestured at the markings scattered before them. ā€œIā€™m not completely sure at the moment, but from the trail Ms. Norrevinter left for us, Iā€™m assuming that she was heading towards the back.ā€ Madison lapsed into silence, then, eyes back on the damage, although it was during this quiet that the announcement sounded out above them. Blinking in surprise, he glanced up at the speaker, glanced back to the hallway, then turned his focus back to Aconite with a slight laugh.

ā€œWell, then.ā€ Madison said, clasping his hands together. ā€œIt seems like we wonā€™t have much time to go check up on the others, then.ā€ He wasnā€™t particularly concerned by the sudden calm, at any rate- transformed cryptids running about was a common enough occurrence that it didnā€™t warrant too much alarm anymore. Turning on his heel, Madison made his way to the meeting room, purposefully walking in stride with his company.

Upon his arrival, he was quick to see several familiar faces among those who had already arrived. Giving a cheery wave towards his fellow researchers- and a few others- Madison made his way to a chair beside one Mr. Moore and settled himself down with a smile and a muted ā€œhelloā€. Noting the current argument between Oren and one of the officers, Madison turned a curious look over to his tablemates- and finding with a certain amusement that he was not alone in the gesture.

He supposed he hadnā€™t missed much, then.

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Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Isaac Schofield Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko
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Aconite nodded to Madison as the two of them walked in the hallways. There robust werewolf certainly liked to mark things up. The dryad walked over to one of the walls and let his fingers trace the long gashes left there. The werewolves had such destructive raw power. These claws could practically rip up anything. It was why he had a huge amount of respect for the werewolves and had a healthy fear of them. He remembered all too well the pain that could come with one swipe. It was one of the reasons why he had decided to work for SCION. He wanted to protect Cryptids from other Cryptids and protect humans as well. They were fragile new spring blossoms compared to the power that Cryptids had. They had no real way of protecting themselves. It immediately pained Aconite. It certainly felt like he was one of the few that believed humans needed to know about what was going on. They had some humans here but it wasn't enough. SCION shouldn't hide this. It should... It should provide training and support for humans so they could learn how to better protect themselves from this world.

Aconite was pulled out of his revere when he heard the intercom. He lifted his head and blinked a moment. A meeting? They didn't often have large scale meetings like this. Had something happened? Did it have something to do with what happened to Kora this morning? He hoped that she and everyone else were okay. He would hate for someone to be very injured by something silly. He knew that a lot of the fights that the werewolf got herself into could have been easily avoided. Did it involve Stride and one of the vampires? She had noticed they didn't often mix very well. Aconite looked over at Madison and chuckled lightly. "Yeah. At least we will see everyone at the meeting.

Aconite started to walk with his friend when he felt his phone vibrating. It made him jump and he started to trail behind Madison. He could never get used to the blasted cell phones. By the time he managed to grab it, a couple of more messages made it through. They were all from Silas. An excited smile touched his lips then. He really liked Silas, his fellow researcher in Harvest Moon. The two of them often had rather excited conversations. Silas was also a prime examples as to why Aconite believed humans needed to be brought into SCION and learn about Cryptids. He was a brilliant man and he to had been hurt. People shouldn't have to be hurt and scared before they were brought here.

He quickly texted the man back "Okay! Sounds like a plan!" He looked up and realized that he was now alone in the hallway. "Meep!" he squeaked before he rushed into the meeting room and looked around the table. A lot of people were already seated. He wanted to sit beside Silas! He rushed over and plopped himself down in the seat left beside the man in question and waved at him. "Hi Silas!" he called. Then he leaned forward to wave at Christina as well. "Hi!" Aconite sat back in his seat then and glanced around everyone. So many people. He didn't see Kora though. He hoped she was okay. If everyone was here that meant that whatever this meeting was about was huge. He hoped something catastrophic hadn't happened. He turned his attention to the officers then.

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Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Isaac Schofield Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore
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Issac walked along at his own pace and found his way to the office where everybody was waiting.

He felt eyes on him walking in, tho not just from being one of the last to enter the room. He scanned the room for a moment but didn't find who had been eyeing him. Issac moved to a wall a few paces off from Oren and Wyndham as to over hear their conversation. He wasn't attempting to be subtle at it, but figured it was rude to just join their circle of conversation. As his ears picked out bits of conversation his eyes watched the room, with a stony expression. He gave a nod of greeting to anyone who made eye contact with him, but otherwise stood there with his armed folded neatly across his chest. He was interested in seeing what this was all about as much as anyone.

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Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle
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Christina nodded along with Silasā€™s words, occasionally opening her mouth as if to say something before closing it as he barrelled on talking. Eventually, the mage settled for nodding, listening with genuine interest to the reports. She waved back to Aconite when he appeared, and smiled knowingly as she made the connection between the dryad and the topic of yew trees. Aconiteā€™s unique powers could come in handy with this thread of research.

ā€œCould you?ā€ she asked Silas when he made his offer. ā€œIā€™ve been running low on new reading material lately and my own library order isnā€™t here yet. I know in sorcery, yew is used a lot in rituals for transformation. Especially on the tides of the seasons. And funeral rites as well.ā€

Nothing she said was anything new, likely Silas had found it all already in his own. But it would prompt the conversation along, which was the goal, in the end.

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Dami spared no time in snatching one of Madisonā€™s hands into his own, playing with the fingers as he chirped a bright ā€œHello~ā€ to the vampire as if they hadnā€™t just spoken not that long ago. His eyes becoming honey brown, Dami stared soulfully at his friend, then sent another cutting glance towards Oren arguing with their superior. The raised eyebrow conveyed his confusion rather clearly, since the incubus had no idea why that researcher would be mad about a paid vacation, of all things, and then shared another significant look with his teammates.

ā€œSooo, Madison~ā€ he finally voiced, lowering his lashes until his eyes were half lidded, and peeping up through them in a fetching manner. ā€œDid anything manage to change in the short time we suffered apart?ā€