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by Roselite on Tue Jun 10, 2008 6:52 pm
Name Malika Carrie. She doesn't know her last name.
Nicknames Mali, Agent Electrastar
Age 18
Birthday January 7
Gender Female
Race Human
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Appearance Malika looks her ethnicity(German). Her hair is long and reddish-brown, and reaches her waist. It is always in a great abundance of permed curls. Her eyes are a dark, orange color, and are slanted and narrowed when she's upset. She's pale, as well, and has over two dozen freckles on her face alone. However, these only add to her massive beauty. The expression on her face is most often that of a slight lust and and anger. It rarely softens for anyone, but when it does, you have to admit that she looks like an angel that came from heaven.
Vertically on both sides of her face are faded scars that burn when she's embarrassed, frightened, regretting something, or thinking about her past or family.
In her spy uniform, she wears a black suit that covers her entire body. It has pocket-like designs all throughout the sides and the sleeves. She has a large, bulky brown belt along her waist, holding her weapons that vary from mission to mission.
Casually, she dons a slimple, black, cotton turtleneck sweatshirt and tight black leather pants. She wears large black combat boots with dozens of chains and buckles.
On formal occasions, her attire is rather different. She wears a low-cut red dress that's sleeves are black pearl straps. It has no back to it, and show her cleavage. It reaches her ankles, and has a long slit to about mid-thigh. Jewelry-wise, she wears a black pearl choker and bracelet, as well as her Great-Great-Great-Grandmother's wedding ring. She wedding ring is sterling silver cubic zirconia that is eight millimeters round. She also wears black high-heels that add about five inches to her height.
Her sleepwear is a short, pink negligee that has a very slight slit at her thigh. It has a large blue pattern across the bottom, which is the reason for the slit.
Personality Malika has a firey temper. Anything could set her off into a rage, especially the mere mention of her past life. Often, when a weak person is in the path of this beauty's storm, they don't exit alive. She is also rather demanding, knowing what she wants and knowing exactly when and how she wants it. She's also stubborn, no one can get her to change her mind. She is very complex-minded, figuring out plans the quickest when she's in a team. She's also rather weird, as one would say. She talks to herself, and formulates most of her plans this way. She is prone to sudden odd outbursts of 'Eureka!' or 'I've got it!', or something along those lines. She is not one to stay quiet for too long, so she'll lose any bet there. She just can't stay quiet, and she's not entirely sure why. She's VERY sarcastic. She DOES want to make friends, but her personality stops that for her. People also think of her as weird because she's alergic to so many things, and that she has to go to the hospital once a week because of her anemia.
Strengths
She's got GREAT aim
She's a quick thinker.
She's mature and sophisticated- most of the time, at least.
Weaknesses
She's a little crazy...
She's allergic to many things, including most prescription drugs and also chalkdust.
She is very anemic.
At times, she can be extremely childish.
She believes in dictatorship.
She rarely gets friends.
Her emotions.
Fear(s)
Her boss
Her past
Falling in Love
Clowns
Most animals
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Family
Mother: Georgette
Father: Daniel
Sister: Rose
Pet A phoenix named Ravana. He is large and fiery red, with orange streaks throughout him. On his head, from his beak to his tail, is a long line of pure black.
Homeland Veritian
Living now Goron
Character History
Malika was born into the royalty of Veritian. She was content each day in her toddler years by going outside into the feilds and watching her father train and things for the constant sieges upon the castle. That was how she learned to never be afraid. She and her father were very clost and VERY happy to just be together, like most father/daughter teams.
Upon turning about five or six years old, she did something that she'd counted as very brave, even for her. She disguised herself as a little boy and went and trained with them. She learned faster than they had, and was then caught almost a year later. But you can't erase things from a girl's mind, can you?
When she was around eight years old, a circus came to Veritian. Excited, she begged her parents to let her go. So they did, with the current 'nanny' of course. Sometime after while they were there, Malika had ditched her a little because the woman was so in tune with talking to other people. What she didn't know was that some of the animals got lose. She was attacked, hence how she got her scars.
At ten years old, her mother had a baby. Things were going on, she realized, between her father and her mother. Bad things. Her father spent all of his time, now, with her, which she liked. But then, upon her sister turning about four, all that changed. She was shoved aside by practically everyone, and was often just left in her room for hours upon end. And then one day, while she was in her room, she fell, and her arm split wide open. She screamed, but nobody came, nobody heard. So she just sat in the sorner, rocking back and forth, watching the blood pour from her cut. She could smell it, such an odd aroma... and she put her finger to it. And, out of pure curiosity...she tasted it.
And she loved it.
Her cut deepened and worsened as she moved around. And suddenly, her world went spinning. She fell, and her world turned to black.
Hours and hours past before she awoke, and it was nighttime then. She stood up, and snuck out of her chamber, and upstiars to the attic. She sat in one place that she loved, the windowseat, and just stared outside, letting the blood flow onto her already stained dress. And then she looked down, and glared at the nothingness.
And she vowed, or really, she PROMISED, herself, that she'd die this way- blood.
Each day afterward, when one cut healed, she'd cut open another, just to feel everything. And the oddest thing?
Nobody noticed.
The days rolled by to weeks, the weeks to months. and soon, those months became years.
And finally people remembered her, the future queen.
As soon as they did, they came up and found her. This day was her sixteenth birthday. They found her in her condition, and seriously wondered how she survived. Her father came forth, and the two of them went outside- just like the old days. And they talked, and talked. Gradually her sister and mother came out, and it really seemed like they'd be a family again...
But not so. That day, the castle became under seige for the first time in years. She and her father defended their castle the best they could alone. But then, to her horror, her father was stricken and killed. She'd taken a dash for him as one of the men lifted him onto a horse and started going, But at that moment, a sword had pierced her side, and she too was taken away.
She got amnesia. They took her to an underground laboratory, and did thousands upon thousands of things to her. Then, when she awoke, she was enlisted into the army.
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Weapons
A Katzbalger-style sword called Hayden.
A collection of two of every type of gun ever created.
Power None, or at least, none that she knows of.
Transformations None.
Rank Espion/Spy
Age of joining 16
Reason for joining Forced.
But it's like . . . you've got this voice that just makes everything else go away. Singing or otherwise. It brings things down to what you're talking about and makes it . . . well, I dunno what the word is, but it's synonymous with beautiful.
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