Nick Name: Red

Age: 29

Height: 5'10

Weight: 142lbs

Eyes: Dark Grey

Hair: Vivid red-orange colour, a shade she's extremely proud of. It is a little on the wavy side, it could probably hang fairly straight if she felt so inclined to pay more attention to it.
Physical Description: Kora is a tall, athletic looking young

Special features: Kora has a tattoo on her shoulder, with the Chinese characters for 'Ox' and a stylized representation of a dog, a tribute to her favorite pet. She doesn't tend to admit that though out of fear of being called sentimental, and tends to make up alternative stories....ones she had trouble keeping straight.

She has a large amount of scarring on her ribs on the left side, something that she is not in the least bit self-conscious about.

Sexuality: Straight

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Personality:

Kora is a little difficult to get along with initially. She suffers from the upbringing double-whammy of being from a family who were both rich and entitled, and had a charming love of violence.
She's rather arrogant and caustic, and has a tendency to push into situations without thinking. She has very much a 'might is right' attitude to authority, and is happy to follow a person so long as they can prove themselves her superior in a physical sense rather than mental or emotional. If she doesn't respect authority, she with habitually act up and challenge them.

As a result of these traits, she often ends up getting into fights....especially when alcohol is involved. Banning her from drinking has been discussed on the basis that she's got into punch-ups with so many random bar-goers...and on one occasion...a mannequin in the window of a clothes' shop.

While quite clever in the tactical sense, Kora was never the most academic of folks, and tends to be a bit disparaging of learned people.
Beyond all this bravado and temper however, Kora can be quite a decent person. She has a good sense of humor, not seeming to take herself too seriously, and being one of the first to joke about things, even in grim situations. She is quite talkative and sociable, easily slipping into conversation with others.

Above all she is extremely brave...to a degree most would would call 'suicidal'. She seems to be totally unconcerned about danger or personal safety, and is happy to leap into potentially lethal situations to help or protect her crewmates....even if the odds make it incredibly ill-advised. Perhaps as a result of her almost kamikaze mode of crisis-management, she never panics, no matter how dangerous things get.

Likes:

- Sugary Food
Sugar wasn't widely available when Kora was growing up on Sigyn, and acquiring some was quite rare, even for the comparatively rich families, as it had to be imported. Very little would grow on the icy moon. As a result, candy for Kora makes her rather nostalgic of the parties her family used to have during her childhood.

-Dogs
Kora loves dogs. They were extremely important on Sigyn, both as a mode of transport, and as a means of guarding property. She owned dogs throughout her childhood, and often slept with her face buried in the fur of a malamute or husky. She was quite bereft to find that during her tour of duty, her favorite dog, Ushi ("Ox"), had had to be put down when his legs had given in.

She often can't resist petting or making a fuss of dogs she comes across.

-Games
Kora likes games, sports and such. Few people who know her play with her anymore however, because they know she's very competitive, and also a pretty bad loser...and bad winner...especially a bad winner.

Dislikes:

- Excessive Heat
She grew up on an extremely cold moon, and got very used to the weather. As a result, Kora is not at all keen on too much heat. As a redhead, she gets easily sunburned, which means she prefers to cover up in the sun if she possibly can.

- Expensive/Fancy clothing.
Kora invariably dislikes having to wear anything intricate or expensive. More often than not it makes her feel like one of those small dogs that the owners dress in tuxedos and ballet tutus, overdressed, forced into it, and resentful of every second of it.

- Feeling Weak
Kora is proud. Extremely proud, and she hates to end up feeling weak or inadequate. This often means that she'll actively repel people from trying to help her if she is hurt or unwell, will often take on tasks she's not really equipped for an not ask for help, and'll keep any problems she has from people until they're....really big problems.

Position/role: First Mate on The Emersed

Skills:
- Combat. Kora is a very skilled, if somewhat suicidal, hand-to-hand fighter. She knows how to use a gun, but she’d prefer to be knocking out teeth with fists or feet if she gets a chance to. She was encouraged to fight, and win, from a rather early age, and her military training only served to make her better and more disciplined at it. She’d quite formidable in combat…but she does have a tendency to bite off more than she can chew as far as fights were concerned.
- Survival. Kora grew up

History: Kora was born on the lonely, backwater moon known as Sigyn. The moon possessed a harsh, frosty climate despite the terraforming, and as a result conventional farming as many outlying worlds resorted to, was extremely difficult. Most of the occupants took to farming reindeer or fish instead. What Sigyn did have going for it however was its minerals, with large numbers of valuable compounds being available in the rocks of the small moon. Claim to the resources by the various families that resided there, Kora's being one of the biggest and the best connected. As far as Sigyn society went, the Neverwinters were pretty big news, being the owners of the largest mine, the largest employer on the moon...and being staunchly pro-alliance. Most of their trade was with the Alliance, who would use their exports on The Core.

Nearly every fit member of the family had done a term of military service on The Core, Kora had been no different, and had loved the military service. Certainly Alliance work was often dangerous, and some things she had done had been a little suspect...but at that point in her life, Kora had seen no reason to question her superiours. She was every bit a good little Alliance guard dog.

Things changed however a few months after Kora's return from duty on The Core. Some new folks arrived on Sigyn...some folks that certainly didn't have the best interests of the residents in mind. They were a bunch of no good types who had their eyes on the mine...and enough men and guns to take it. Fearing they would be overrun, Kora's father Ren sent out a call to the nearest Alliance ship, assuming they would rush to their aid...but they were met with refusal, and a statement that the troops had orders to remain on board until further notice.

With aid denied to them, it went as badly as could be expected. Even with military training and weapons the family and their workers were vastly ill-equipped and outnumbered. They were overrun by the invading force in a bloody conflict that saw Kora’s father killed, and Kora herself badly injured. She took a hit which smashed her ribs and collapsed one of her lungs, something that was extremely serious, especially given the limited medical facilities on Sigyn. It soon became infected, and Kora was slated to die from her wounds, but surprisingly, she managed to recover herself.

While she'd managed to cheat death, the fever had lost her weeks, and by the time she was herself enough to speak with her family about the disaster, she was horrified to discover that they'd surrendered the mine and their lands to the invaders in exchange for somewhere to stay, effectively becoming tenants to the men who had killed her father. The woman was horrified and frustrated at the decision, though had little choice in the matter.

For a few weeks, while she recovered, she struggled to try and reconcile with her family's decision...that was until Alliance men returned to Sigyn to trade. She came across them doing business with the new owners of the mine....much cheaper business than the Neverwinters had offered. As she heard that...it all slid into place. The Alliance had left them to get battered so they could get cheaper goods.

She wanted to go in there and smash their smug faces in. She wanted to blow up to whole damned mine so nobody could have it. She wanted to see the local Alliance commander get mauled by a pack of rabid dogs....but even Kora knew that this was too much for her to handle.

Her family was happy to lie down and get dirt kicked in their face...but Kora couldn't live the rest of her life that way...and so, after rather unceremoniously breaking the nose of one of the Alliance men, she found the nearest ship off that lonely moon. A couple of days afterwards she found herself in one of the trading hubs on the outer planets, and came across a ship needing some crew...that ship happened to be The Emersed.

Most captains might have hesitated at allowing a woman on board who had just recently committed assault and battery on an Alliance Lieutenant despite having her chest bandaged and arm in a sling, but that sort of attitude proved to act in Kora's favour on the ship. She soon proved herself to be very good at her job, abandoning her former identity of rich girl and Alliance grunt.


Sample Post:

(Grabbed one from another RP just to demonstrate how I actually post in an RP. This one is very light on description and internal monologue, and heavy on action, but it's fairly long. To explain the context of the post, Kora, and her colleague Arucan, are attempting to infiltrate a sort of enforced gladiator ring by disguising themselves as homeless people and letting themselves get caught.)

Zachary regarded Arucan for a moment, and considered his request. The two clearly knew one another, maybe they were in a relationship, maybe not. It was worth noting though.

"Alright, go ahead." he replied after a moment.

He didn't see a lot of harm in giving the man what he wanted. Zachary knew that Mia tended to disapprove of allowing things to the competitors, but her had been around longer, and knew that you could often accomplish more with the carrot, than with the stick, so to speak.

Two of the wolves that seemed to act as their cronies entered the arena and shifted Arucan's cage to one side and removed those Arucan had defeated, before a second set of fighters took their positions in the arena, quite similar in type to the ones before. Scarred, poorly dressed, and not a whole lot going on behind the eyes.

The elevator began to grind and rattle, and soon enough Kora's cage had risen into place on the arena floor. Kora, for her part, was doing her best to look unsure of things. There were three of them, and they were bigger than her...she guessed any ordinary person would be worried. She was more excited than anything. She hadn't had much of a chance to kick serious ass in a while, and her pride was still stinging from getting a concussion from Dakota.

When the door of her cage swung open she didn't hesitate to climb out, not wanting to get trapped inside with those three on the outside. She made a point of trying not to end up in an enclosed space with opponents who were larger than her, in that sort of situation maneuverability was your friend. Of course she could set her abilities off and get rid of them fairly fast...but she didn't want to show her hand with those yet. If the owners knew what she could do...they'd have time to work out how to counteract it.

Kora planted her feet and glanced between the opponents, trying to figure out how she was going to deal with it. She was going to have to make it look good...but avoid getting any injuries that might make the endgame more difficult.

The first attacker reached her and took a swipe at her with his fists, something she pretty easily avoided, though she could hear the second moving up behind her...and responded in kind by kicking backwards, hitting him in the groin with considerable force, before punching him square in the jaw as he doubled over.

Satisfied he was going to be occupied for a while, she turned her attention back to the first, in time to have him grab her arm and pull her forwards. She feigned losing her balance and seized hold of her opponent's tattered shirt. He had a pretty tight grip on her upper arm, and she was pretty sure he was going to try and dislocate her shoulder. She had been taught how to break that sort of hold years ago...but she didn't want to look too adept at this....better to make it look like a lucky hit. She lunged upwards with her free hand, slamming it into the man's throat, making him gag and lose his concentration, long enough for her to knee him hard in the abdomen and shove him backwards, sending him stumbling back into the razor wire, something that caused him to yowl in pain, and swiftly raise his arms in submission. Kora hadn't really intended to pincushion him....but it had worked well enough.

The young woman turned back towards the second, who was just returning to his feet, nose bleeding and looking pretty sore....too easy frankly. A roundhouse kick to the jaw sent him straight back down again.

Kora paused for a moment, wiping her forehead. She didn't like doing this in an itchy sweater. Arucan had swiftly dispensed of his hobo clothes, she saw. He had the right idea. Now...where was number three? That question was soon answered as someone seized hold of her and flung her across the arena.

She hit the concrete floor, trying to make the impact look considerably more painful than it actually was, turning herself in a way that it looked like her face had take the majority of the impact, rather than her forearm. As she stumbled to her feet she bit down her on the inside of her cheek and wiped her mouth, causing a fairly convincing bloodstain across her lips.

Hearing her attacker rushing up behind her she sprang to one side, narrowly missing his grasp, and easily tripped him, sending the larger form tumbling forwards. As the other competitor went down she knotted both her hands together and brought them down onto the top of his skull with considerable force, causing his head to slam into the concrete and rendering him unconscious.

Kora pushed her hair out of her face, and took a few deep breaths, looking over at the owners, and smiling.
"Hey leeches, can I go again?" she called.

Zachary chuckled.
"Well look at that, Red's got moves. Nicely done, love. You're on the roster as well."