Description
Alias(es): Tayrn Sunstar, Tay
Gender: Female
Species: Tenreian with human features.
Side/Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Origin: Tenrei
Group/Belonging to: N/A
Marital Status: Married
Relationships: Remy Lebeau [Husband], Renée Lebeau [Daughter], Gabrielle LeBeau [Daughter], Cassandra Sunstar [Mother], Stephen Sunstar [Brother] Nathaniel Sunstar [Father/deceased].
Physical Statistics
Height: 5 feet 6 inches
Weight: 100 lbs
Body Type: Toned, very athletic.
---------------------Appearance.
Hair:
Length: Two inches below the shoulder blades
Style: Straight up until the ends, then slightly wavy
Texture: Silky and smooth
Color: Dark brown, resembles black more so than brown
Eyes:
Shape: Round, oval shaped
Size: Medium
Color: Golden brown
Eyelashes: Medium-long
Skin:
Shade: Lightly tanned
Scars: She has a scar across her right shoulder in the shape of an arc.
Clothing:
Top: An assortment of spaghetti strapped tanks that rest just above her naval.
Over-top: A long metallic blue jacket that rests a few inches below her knees and has a collar.
Bottoms:: Black hip huggers or a black mini-skirt that stops a few inches above her knees.
Shoes: Black boots that stop just below her knees or an old pair of tennis shoes... Nike brand or something like that, depending on her mood.
Accessories: A simple black choker that looks more like a belt than anything else. A pair of wire rimmed sunglasses with red lenses. A silver butterfly ring that has some special attributes. A silver fossil watch, that has a face that glows in the dark. A 15” silver chained necklace with a small rock hanging off that has the word Renée etched into it.
Personality
Concept: Not overly optimistic, she at least attempts to see the bright side of things.
Demeanor: Unless she’s absolutely against something, she is genuinely quiet.
Likes: Getting her way. Spending time with friends and family. Dancing and working out. Vodka.
Dislikes: Hateful people, such as those that tell her she should do something she doesn’t want to do or the opposite; people telling she can’t do something when she wants to. Being treated like a weakling. Not given a chance to prove herself. Vodka.
Personality: She doesn’t try to fake relationships and almost always says something to get herself into trouble. Most often suspicious of people, though she tries to get along with most people. However, she won’t hesitate to beat someone down if they’re pissing her off, and winds up getting hurt due to her attempts to protect someone.
Equipment
Weaponry:
* (2) 85 FS Cheetah: Caliber 9 short, Magazine Capacity 8, Action Single/Double, Total Length 172mm, Barrel Length 97mm, Total Thickness 35mm, Total Height 122(mm), Sight Radius 124(mm), Weight Unloaded 620(gr).
* (1) Expandable Aluminum Baton: Expands with the flick of the wrist, compact, 16 inches.
* (1) 22” folded steal blade sword. The hilt has a crystal where the blade connects. Wrapped around the blade is a design of a dragon.
* (2) Browning 9mms: semi-automatic pistol, 9mm parabellum which holds a blued 13 round
magazine.
* (4) Silver plated daggers
So begins...
Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
The Rocketeer mutters "Bloody Hell... How'm I gonna get off-planet?"
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Ha. That's my problem too. Where you tryna get to?
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Ha. See you, man. I gotta go somewhere.
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As Peter continues down the street in his heavy armor, he glances around. He's searching for someone, even if it takes him forever to find them. All he knows is that they're somewhere in this city. In his momentary thought, his eyes pass over a few people, one of them being the very person he was looking for. They should recognize him easily enough, though, so maybe this mistake won't cost him anything. He turns on his radio, rapidly tuning through frequencies until he finds one, a simple music station. He listens as he advances further down the street.
In a little cafe, just the other side of the border...
Leviathan roared in fury as it burst from the shadows, an incredible thing considering its size. Looming over the historic district of Main Street,
LEVIATHAN had once again emerged.
WHO... DISTURBS... MY... SLUMBER?
it rumbled, drawing upon ancient sands of nostalgia. The windows of Gambit's Bar rattled, surely drawing the attention of any inside.
Leviathan waited for the winds to return a reply, but heard nothing — all but the hum of spacecraft, coming from the bizarre area to the north. Having been asleep for over a decade in his own time, this was a new sound in a city that felt unfamiliar, despite this very creature being there at the beginning.
In a huff, Leviathan stomped off, stepping over one building before crushing another in his slither towards the sound.