OOC: Character Profile
Though I normally keep this classified, it will be pertinent that you have a knowledge and understanding of who you'll be working with. Just remember to return the file when you're through. And no photocoping!
♣ Player Information
Name: Lina
Journal: thegreatlina
Age: 25
IM: thegreatlina | gchat at the below email preferred (email me first pwease!)
Email: amber.hobble@gmail.com
Timezone: Easterm
♥ Character Information
Name: Elena Mellas
Age: 27 28
Personality: From the very beginning, competitiveness and the desire to overcome even the greatest of obstacles was bred into the fair-haired Turk. Daughter of teacher at the Shinra Military Academy, both she and her sister were driven and pushed to succeed. Anger and resentment towards her successful sister in obtaining the coveted Turk status drove her to work harder to prove her worth until, after a series of unfortunate but convenient circumstances, Elena was given the position of a junior member. But, nothing like her sister, Elena was naïve, impetuous and often overeager, cursed with a loose tongue that would from time to time let accidentally loose secret information. With a strong dedication to her job, she took her work much more seriously than her fellow Turks and is often frustrated by the pair’s utter lack of professionalism and devil-may-care attitudes. On the other hand, she both strongly admires her boss for his dedication, strength, and leadership.
Over the course of history and time, Elena grew into herself and her role as a Turk. While her seriousness in her job maintained at the same high-standards, her views on her co-workers shifted somewhat to greater tolerance and understanding. Despite her personal views of Reno and Rude, she had learned to better grasp their personalities - even if Reno is still a jerk. But the naïveté and innocence she’d had as a junior member has been completely erased by the experiences and missions she’d encountered over the past several years. Less talkative than before, Elena is more protective of her secrets - though old habits die hard - and less trusting of those she does not know.
Strengths: Ambitious drive, pride in her professionalism, attention to details/attentiveness to minute changes in scene, ability to fly and/or drive nearly all Shinra vehicles, strong skill in recon and data-gathering
Weaknesses: Quick to verbally lash out and lose her temper at co-workers (ie. Reno), can come across as overly-protective of her team, severely limited in range of weapons that she can use, prone to insomnia and alcoholism
History: One could say that despite the short period of time actually working for Shinra, all that Elena knew growing up was Shinra. Both her father and her sister worked directly for Shinra, the former serving as a teacher at the Shinra academy and the latter as a Turk. While she had spent her childhood striving to please her father and usurp her sister’s position and rank, seeing her own failure made her question her desire to become a Turk. Only later did that desire reignite into a howling inferno after a second encounter with the Turks, damn if her sister did it first or not. But when she finally was brought on, it was under circumstances that were neither honorable nor comforting to her own skill. A replacement for a wounded Reno, Elena was quite sure she was just being used until the red-head was fully recovered, and then she would be removed. However, this was not the case and she was kept as a member of the Turks to be trained and - unfortunately - be reigned in by Reno from time to time.
After the incident with Sephiroth, Meteor, and the fall of Shinra, Elena and her fellow Turks remained loyal and faithful to Rufus Shinra, serving him and protecting him as he fell to the Geostigma. On a mission where she was involved in the search of any remains of Jenova, both she and Tseng were ambushed, kidnapped, and tortured by the Remnant Brothers. What actually occurred during that time is kept a secret and Elena plans on having it stay that way, despite the physical and mental scars that still remain. After the escape and ultimate rescue by the ex-Turk, now monster-hero, Vincent Valentine, she was able to recover enough to return to Edge and save Rufus before meeting an untimely end as road kill. Nowadays, Elena still serves under Rufus Shinra, doing whatever is asked of her with thinly veiled optimism that, with Rufus’ new-found humanitarianism, their world will eventually turn for the better.
♠ Roleplaying Samples
First person:
The bar is noisy and loud, nearly drowning out my own thoughts with the inane chatter and laughter from the other patrons. I don't mind really. I'm not here to think. The bartender knows me quite well, as he should. After several weeks - or is it months? - of coming here after work, sometimes during lunch, and on my off hours, my order never changes. Scotch with one ice cube. It's a hard drink and usually the stuff he gives is bottom-barrel, which burns on the way down. Over time he upgraded the quality of the scotch until, now, he would order the higher quality stuff just for me.
"That's your fifth one tonight."
Only five? Damn, I don’t feel a thing. "Just one more and I'll be on my way."
"You know my serving limit is five drinks, espeically when its the hard stuff."
"Fine, fine..." He’s a nice guy, though obstinate from time to time. With my current glass just shy of empty, I knock it back, tasting the final remains of the scotch - a nice buttery flavor with a hint of cinnamon, smooth all the way down - before placing the empty glass back down. Placing the proper amount of gil, plus the extra tip for the good service, I give the bartender a polite nod. "See you tomorrow."
"G'night Elena."
Third person:
There was little sign of life in the small office that housed the remnants of Shinra Inc. An office for each Turk, a file room, and a break room was all that was required, and all put together it didn’t even take up half of the floor they’d rented. Their once lavish lifestyle was now a cramped existence with close quarters to one another. But there had been no complaint from her, or any of the others. Not even as the holidays came around and it was quickly discovered that there would be no room for a Christmas tree. But she had made do, stringing red and green lights around her door and hanging a wimpy plastic wreath on her door. Anything to bring in some of the holiday cheer, even what little there was left of it.
Even with all the changes in the world, with all the changes within Shinra itself, some things never changed. The workload, for example, remained a steady and familiar constant. That had been a happy welcome; for fear that even the slightest change to the routine would threaten a lapse of falling off the bandwagon. So even as the snow fell quietly against the black of the evening sky, with work piling across her desk, Elena was content. Leaning back, ankles crossing delicately under her seat, she cupped her hands around the still lukewarm cup of coffee she had poured earlier. Where she had first taken it with both cream and sugar, now only one sugar would suffice, if at all.
Hazel eyes moved slowly from the ample piles of work to the slightly fogged window, an amused smile just gracing the corners of her lips. It didn’t snow much in Junon, at least not as much as it did when she had lived in Midgar. Even in that hectic, slum of a city, the fresh white snow was still beautiful and its beauty was - even if momentarily - transferred to the buildings, the streets, and the slums. And while Junon was no Midgar - and may it blessed for never being so - it too was blessed with the snow’s beauty. Elena sighed, allowing herself a moment reprieve to rest her eyes. She’d come in to work at her normal six-o’clock in the morning. She didn’t need to look at the clock hung in the hall just outside her door to know it was pushing well past eight in the evening. The bar was still open, but she’d promised herself to stay put tonight, to sleep in an awkward heap in her second-hand chair and hope she wouldn’t drool on the paperwork that never, ever, left her desk. Opening her eyes once more, she lifted her glass in a silent toast to the full moon outside. To a hopeful new year.