Post by Katelyn Zilar on Jan 16, 2010 20:33:47 GMT -5
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Name: Zilar, Katelyn Victoria
Age: Twenty Four
Ethnicity: causasian
Height: in inches 72
Weight: 112
Eye: Hazel with a lime-green near the iris
Previous Occupation: Soldier/ Engineer
Current Occupation: Species Info-Gatherer/ Engineer
Build: athletic
Play By: Megan Fox----------------------------------------------The Past----------------------------------------------
Parents: Mother:Cidney Victoria Zilar, unknown status
Father: Jason Taylor Zilar, Status: Deceased
Siblings: names, ages, and whether they are alive
Close Enough to Family: Her Trainer, Tyler Henry Gibbs
Pets: A male Rat Gecko named Tycoon, but back on earth with her mother
Major: Studies technology and animals to help create better machines to survive in the eviroment. Also investigates and tries making friends with the Na'Vi
History: Katelyn was born on the planet Earth to her mother, Cindy, and he father Jason. She never did get too much time to be with her father, seeing that he was usually out at some different planet and fighting a war for the the human race, meaning that she had to stay with her mother. Her mother was a vet that had to treat animals that were wounded or abandonded, and Katelyn was always alowed to take care and watch the pets that were in their kennels. She always enjoyed the different kinds that came in, especially the ones that were more exotice and not from their planet, she liked those the most, and always had been observing on how they do the things they tend to do.
However, when she was around 12 years old, the family had gotten news that her father had died while fighting on the field, and it just broke her poor heart. Even if she did not know him very well, she did care about him very much She had gotten over it though around two months, but began getting an intrest in the ways of the military. Her mother never really approved of her learning all these things about the military, though she had a feeling that her daughter would be wrapped up in something like that one day she would have those types of intrests with her. When she had gotten to the age of 18, and had graduated High School, she had went straight onto military training. And she was brutalized in it.
She never realized how difficult it could be just for the physical test alone, and always ended up bruised every day before she slept. She and a few others were being trained by an elite officer by the name of Tyler Gibbs, and he never did go easy of them in the least. Though after a bit of time, she showed her abilities as a physically-fit, and ready for combat. Tyler was quite impressed with Katelyn for hwer efforts, and had known her father to be like that in a way. So when they were done with the physical training, he had brought her over to the machinery Training program.
Katelyn was always facinated by the different types of machines they had made, some even reminded her of the animals that she used to hang around with at the Vetrenary where her mother worked at. Because of this, she began making ideas for things such as these, and always tinkered with machinery and making upgrades for different machines. Especially for her combat suit, the Wild Panter. Where she had added saber swords for combat, and a gattling gun for in need of those far-distance foes, and even retractable claws for clawing and grasping. Because of this, some were amazed by her work, and others where quite jealous of her upgrades. Though because of her work, she was ranked an engineer for her improvising of work and upgrades.
Though with Earth evacuating the native inhabitants, she had to get going as well, and had went onto the Olympus with all her work aboard, and had went into her 11 year sleep, she never did expect that after she woke up to have one heck of a headache and one heck of a journey ahead of her.----------------------------------------------The Present----------------------------------------------
Significant Other: None at the time
Children: none
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
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Personality: Katelyn can be as tough as a veteran soldier at times, while at other times is as soft and as playful as a puppy. She tends to be two different people in times depending on what she is doing at the time. When she is not current mission, she tends to be quite care-free and doing whatever the heck she wishes to do. And by doing whatever the heck she wants to do, it usually means either dancing around to get some jitters out of her, or playing some sort of competition with other combat-suit wearers, or just sitting alone and building her own little machines.
When she is on her job, she has got to be one of the nastiest buggers around the Olympus fleet, even if she is just a private trooper. She'll tend to get the younger privates to get a move on it when they fall behind and tried to do things faster and tougher than the others in order to gain respect from others, even if she does hurt herself in order to get it. When she feels that she needs a break however, she will inform the commander that she will go ahead and scout, which in truth is actually having time for herself to just simply goof oof, but that doesn't always mean that she is ever to let her guard down, not even for a second.
Feelings toward the Na'vi: Katelyn respects the Na'Vi very much, and likes to study there ways, that is if she could ever have to chance to for herself
Feelings about Pandora: Katelyn enjoys this planet very much, just hopes that it won't end up like Earth
Response to Authority: Once in a while depending on how much she is allowed to go out. But she takes orders well.
Aspirations: Learning about all the different kinds of animals residing on the planets and making useful inventions to help everyone and everything out
Special Talents: Being able to take junk and make different kinds of useful inventions out of them----------------------------------------------About Yourself----------------------------------------------
Preffered Name: Kreena
RP Experience: about 4
Age: 16, going on 17
Password: *edited*
RP Sample: (This scene is in a town that keeps away from the futuristic war that happens on the lands today. And the character is named Strorg who is a betrayed human that had been mixed with machinery which created him to be a monster, and now he tries to make everyone's lives better)
Civilization.... what a very unique thing to have...
It was the main thing that the human species was able to come up with, ever since the functions in their brains began to fully operate properly to allow them to understand things, and help others grow with them. It was something no other species on this small planet had with them, sure some lived in groups and lived as a community, but none other than the human had technology of great superior numbers to help with their daily lives, it was a magnificent thing to have in life. But with every good thing in life, always must come the bad-side as well. This war is merely one big example to show you what the down-sides are, there is always competition between people, and it has been like that for a very long time now it seemed, it was just a horrible thing. Because of these outbreaks, people have been getting desperate, people have been begging to end this war for so long now, and for that, some people had began to do the unimaginable to others that would merely be thought up in the deepest pit of your nightmares. They had been experimenting on one another, taking them apart, fusing them together, twisting and turning every molecule of their body until they were nothing close to looking like what the human self was before, or what could have been.
That is part of a story of one outcast... one that has hope in what is left of himself...
Strorg had been one of the feeble subjects used in such sickening techniques to make super-soldiers, but a gun is not always a way to settle deals with one another, not unless you loved to lick off the blood shed all over your hands, he is not like any of them. For years now he has been watching over lands that seemed to have a partial peace to them at the time, a peace that might be broken if not watched carefully under good eyes. That was one of Strorg's personal choice jobs that he has taken himself, places like Misa that never had to worry about war or technology so much, and just seemed to be happy, as any person should be. Though he could never do it in the open, not with his horribly-disfigured body, and he could never do it on his own. So today, he had ventured off a bit into the town-streets with a large cloak that had covered his entire body up, with the only sign of him to be seen was his right yellow eye that shined when the light got to it in an odd angle, and he had mini robotic scavengers that were investigating every house around town to make sure no Daemon's or Star Gates were plotting to take over the town like a thick fog in the morning days, that was to never happen, and with ever little spy bug in every house with him getting into every conversation, how could he not?
