Post by Movazi on Sept 30, 2008 18:34:53 GMT -5
Character Name: Georgette Leonidovna Movazi.
Nicknames: Gigi [by her Mother, Father, and Aunt.], Ginushka [by the Russian side of her family].
Age: Twenty One.
DoB: 15 March, 2oo9
Soul Type: Neo Virus.
Blood Type: B neg.
Height: 5’7”.
Weight: ~13o lbs.
Eye Color: Bottle Glass Green.
Hair Color: Blue-Black.
Appearance: Ebony hair falls straight down, stopping mid-back; the front framing her face in a vain attempt by her stylist to soften the sharp line, angles, and planes that make up her face. The woman may have even succeeded if there had been an ounce of personality to her perfectly poreless, fair skin. Even her luminous green eyes and lush mouth lack the most common of expressions, giving people chills as it gives off the feeling that she is seeing right into someone and not giving a wit. Being an active person, Movazi’s in very good shape for even her age group. With the assistance of high paid personal trainers and even better paid sensei and masters, this has been the case for her entire life. Toned and fit within an inch of her life, there is almost no fat on her for all that she eats more than two average people.
After spending a chunk of her life in Western Europe, Russia, and Japan, Movazi’s sense of fashion is always unerringly cutting edge when she uses. Much to her aunt’s woe, she rarely does. Not to say that she looks bad, just that her style, despite all its designer labels, is simple. Often times it takes a keen eye to notice the expensive flavor and tailoring of the items she dons. With a strong appreciation for ‘New York Black’ and other neutrals, she’s more apt to use color as accent than a base itself. As for her accessories, they change from day to day and she’s as likely to wear them as not. No matter the outfit, though, Movazi rarely spends more than a couple of minutes putting it together. To her way of thinking, it shouldn’t take over fifteen minutes to pick something out and even that is pushing it.
Personality: Movazi comes from a family that’s been rich for so many generations, that no one living can readily recall not having money. Due to this, she’s grown up having anything she wanted, often before she even knew she desired it. There’s never been a day in her life that she hasn’t had what she wanted, and, if asked, she couldn’t easily remember truly wanting anything. She’s also extremely intelligent, but without having to ever strive for anything, this trait tends to lead to inward torment. Everything comes so quickly, easily, and Movazi is perpetually in a state of ennui due to this. To most people’s perspectives, she lacks a true personality save for that boredom and keen intelligence. No passion, no hate, no greed, no anger, no sadness, no laughter just the never wavering cool appearance.
This is not to stay that she lacks reactions, as anyone who has ever insulted her would be quick to amend. Movazi is well aware of how she is supposed to act, and has a very strong sense of honor. If someone says something offensive to her, they better be able to back what they’re saying with more than just idle words. That’s not to say they particularly anger or upset her, it’s just, as she would say: the principle of the thing. It’s very close to an ‘eye for an eye’ concept. On the other side of the coin, if she feels that she is indebted to someone Movazi will go out of her way to balance the scales.
History
In 2oo9 the Third War was just beginning and the Movazi did their patriotic to Russia by enlisting their men. One of which was Leonid R. Movazi, who had spent the previous years doing a tour in Western Europe. While there he had met, flirted, and seduced the gorgeous green-eyed Parisian Sophia Beauvais. They hadn’t been in love, but the lust they had shared had been intense for both. When he had received orders to return to Russia, it had been like oil on the fire. That last night they may or may not, neither could ever clearly remember, have been as careful as they should be. Regardless, Sophia had found herself pregnant and a short, angry phone call later, Leonid was aware of it as well.
The Movazi is a very old, very traditional family; Leonid now faced two choices: to marry Sophia or be disowned. The family was unwilling to tolerate a known bastard being connected to their prestigious name. Leonid fell in line, and in mid 2oo8, Sophia Beauvais became Sophia Movazi. Save for a sister, she had no family and the prospect of raising a child on her meager income had seemed a daunting and impossible task. Couple that with his family’s convincing and incessant persuading, she had seen no other choice.
Prior to the official break out of war, Leonid was stationed in Japan as Russia began to bolster their ally’s defenses. Having enough rank to do so, he brought with him his now very pregnant wife. While he did an impeccable job, and to all appearances his marriage was a happy one, the surface façade of perfection was just that. The relationship between husband and wife was one of extremes, going from hot to cold in a matter of words. Neither being the type to yell, their furious and cutting whispers held enough venom to more than make up for it.
Then, as The War officially began, Georgette Alexandria Movazi was born. For a time, both mother and father were at peace with each other in their shared awe. It didn’t last long, however, and by the time their Gigi had turned two they had returned to their old habits.
Children are so cruel. Movazi’s mother only had to contend with the whispers and the very rare attack on her French ethnicity. Movazi, meanwhile, was constantly getting into fights with the other children, both Russian and Japanese. The slurs, insults, teasing and the myriad of other playground bullying was a daily occurrence for a long time in Movazi’s life. At the age of six, in 2o15, The War ended with Japanese ‘victory’. This only made things worse for her.
2o19 would be the worst year in Movazi’s life. With the outbreak of Neo Spores in Daikanyama and the chaos that quickly ensued, Sophia died. She had gone into Daikanyama just prior to The Quarantine where, the police later informed them, the Infected Mutants had hunted her down and killed her. In an attempt to console them, they had added that They hadn’t taken the Frenchwoman down easily: she had killed three and injured five more before the end. You could see her father’s heart break in his very eyes, for all that the rest of him hardened. Unable to look at the constant reminder of his deceased wife, he sent his Gigi away.
This was the first time she would come in contact with Rochelle Beauvais, Sophia’s infamous elder sister. Dead on the inside from the loss of her beloved mother and her sudden exile, she had reacted sullenly to ‘Tatie Roch’ as only a ten year old can. Accepting Gigi’s attitude as if blissfully unaware to her stony silence, she pointed the sights out to her niece. The Eifel Tower, her favorite café, the best place to go shopping since she knew that for all that she didn’t say a word, Gigi was paying unerring attention to what she was saying. Even if she thought her French accent was just awful, a mayhem of Russian, Japanese, with only a taste of her younger sister’s Parisian. Tatie Roch was far from being poor, as she had made out quiet well during the war via the black market. Though it wasn’t exactly as plush as Movazi was used to, but it wasn’t much of a leap.
It was in France, at the knee of Tatie Roch, that Movazi first began to learn the pride of being French. With all the glories she was shown, and the proud way in which they held themselves. The way they envisioned their future and built their war-torn cities back up again. Even then, even now they were a fashion capital of the world and continued to live up to that title. When a Japanese, Chinese, or Russian foreigner began to bad mouth them the sudden and instant uproar that ensued had staggered Movazi the first time she had witnessed. You did not insult these people’s country. However, this was also the first place she had been truly sneered at and looked down upon for her Russian parentage. She began to take pages from their own book, and with a few of her own choices words and actions would ‘correct’ their way of thinking.
At the age of thirteen, she returned to Japan where her father was still and now permanently stationed. The occasion was his marriage to a woman she had never met: Ishikawa Midori. To call it an awkward meeting would be to belittle the subtle discomforts felt on both sides as Leonid introduced ‘Midori’ and her son, Ishikawa Jiro, to his only daughter. Blessedly it was a short affair, but as she planned to return to France with her aunt, the plans suddenly changed. Her father felt that she had spent too much time with Rochelle and France, that it was high time for her to go to Russia where the bulk of his family was.
The Movazi family welcomed her cordially, and she accepted it with just as much respect and politeness. Within the first week, however, it became abundantly clear that their Ginushka had the Neo Virus Soul infection. Enraged, their sudden rally around her stunning her, they bombarded Cyber Angelic Company with demands to cure their family member. Ever careful to keep her identity safe, they continued to pressure the fellow, albeit larger and more powerful, mega-corporation. What became or continues to occur due to these ‘discussions’ and ‘negotiations’ is unknown to the younger Movazi, and the situation remains completely oblivious to her father.
For three more years she spent time shuffling mostly between France and various parts of Russia [her father’s side of the family had quickly taken to her, and the relationship was much more warm], with the periodic trip to Japan. To most, the life she led seemed to be exotic, luxurious, and enviable as she jetted around the world visiting the most famous of cities while staying in only the premium four star hotel Pent Houses. It had all become so common place for Movazi, however, that she simply came to expect the best. Prior and through this, she was educated by the best tutors in a score of various courses that either her current guardian or father decided she needed to learn. And as constant as her education was her ‘Honor Guard’, a group of five highly trained bodyguards, was with her at all times, even if they didn’t appear to be there.
In late 2o24, her father called her home. While she continued to talk to her relatives in both Russia and her aunt in France, her travels had more or less stopped. Occasionally, she would visit them or they’d visit her, but Tokyo was now her home. Despite this, step-mother and -son seemed to almost always be at odds with Movazi. While father and daughter had come to an understanding of their past, for all that he tried, he could not bring his daughter completely into the fold. She continued her tutorship, for the short stint in the prestigious school he had sent her to ended with a trip to the hospital for one of her fellow class mates. It also came to light that the only thing keeping her from graduating was mere formality.
Upon high school graduation, Movazi was enrolled in a university. However, she only shows for tests or for mandatory classes. Currently, she still resides with her father and family in Tokyo.
Soul Skills
Skill Name: The Grendel-Dane State.
Skill Description: If angered or frightened enough, Movazi begins to go into what looks like a seizure. For several moments, her body twitches, contorts, and convulses. If during this time she is not calmed, her body will stiffen and abruptly undergo a complete mutation in a mater of seconds. In the GD State, Movazi’s shoulders round forward as her muscle mass doubles like that of a bear or cougar. Amber eyes are drawn forward on her face, where her nose and mouth protrudes slightly away from her face where her jaw and cheekbones jut forward, and black hairs gently cover her body. Her arms seemed to have grown longer, or they may simply appear that way due to the way she slouches forward. Standing at 6’ 2”, she can be an intimidating sight to behold.
Strengths: Strength and Constitution rise exceptionally with only a small dip in her Dexterity. This enables her to perform feats of strength Movazi is otherwise incapable of performing at a speed that belies her size. Meanwhile, with her adrenaline and Constitution so high, she’s a beast that doesn’t seem to tire or feel pain.
Weaknesses: Its ‘on switch’ is connected solely to her fight/flight reflex, and as such Movazi has little to no control of flipping it on or off at will. Once in the GD State, her mind regresses to an enraged primal ID state [akin to many berserkers] and any higher functioning thought appears to be beyond her. She is also incapable of swimming due to the fat and muscle ratio. As soon as her adrenal state asides, Movazi is almost completely weakened and remembers nothing of what happened while in the GD State.
Stat Advances & Changes: Light Blue is H-Stats, White is GD-Stats, Red is E-Stats. Basically, before, during, and after.
Strength: 5. 2o. o1.
Dexterity: 15. 12. o1.
Constitution: 5. 2o. oo.
Wisdom: 15. o3. 1o.
Soul: 1o. oo. oo.
Nicknames: Gigi [by her Mother, Father, and Aunt.], Ginushka [by the Russian side of her family].
Age: Twenty One.
DoB: 15 March, 2oo9
Soul Type: Neo Virus.
Blood Type: B neg.
Height: 5’7”.
Weight: ~13o lbs.
Eye Color: Bottle Glass Green.
Hair Color: Blue-Black.
Appearance: Ebony hair falls straight down, stopping mid-back; the front framing her face in a vain attempt by her stylist to soften the sharp line, angles, and planes that make up her face. The woman may have even succeeded if there had been an ounce of personality to her perfectly poreless, fair skin. Even her luminous green eyes and lush mouth lack the most common of expressions, giving people chills as it gives off the feeling that she is seeing right into someone and not giving a wit. Being an active person, Movazi’s in very good shape for even her age group. With the assistance of high paid personal trainers and even better paid sensei and masters, this has been the case for her entire life. Toned and fit within an inch of her life, there is almost no fat on her for all that she eats more than two average people.
After spending a chunk of her life in Western Europe, Russia, and Japan, Movazi’s sense of fashion is always unerringly cutting edge when she uses. Much to her aunt’s woe, she rarely does. Not to say that she looks bad, just that her style, despite all its designer labels, is simple. Often times it takes a keen eye to notice the expensive flavor and tailoring of the items she dons. With a strong appreciation for ‘New York Black’ and other neutrals, she’s more apt to use color as accent than a base itself. As for her accessories, they change from day to day and she’s as likely to wear them as not. No matter the outfit, though, Movazi rarely spends more than a couple of minutes putting it together. To her way of thinking, it shouldn’t take over fifteen minutes to pick something out and even that is pushing it.
Personality: Movazi comes from a family that’s been rich for so many generations, that no one living can readily recall not having money. Due to this, she’s grown up having anything she wanted, often before she even knew she desired it. There’s never been a day in her life that she hasn’t had what she wanted, and, if asked, she couldn’t easily remember truly wanting anything. She’s also extremely intelligent, but without having to ever strive for anything, this trait tends to lead to inward torment. Everything comes so quickly, easily, and Movazi is perpetually in a state of ennui due to this. To most people’s perspectives, she lacks a true personality save for that boredom and keen intelligence. No passion, no hate, no greed, no anger, no sadness, no laughter just the never wavering cool appearance.
This is not to stay that she lacks reactions, as anyone who has ever insulted her would be quick to amend. Movazi is well aware of how she is supposed to act, and has a very strong sense of honor. If someone says something offensive to her, they better be able to back what they’re saying with more than just idle words. That’s not to say they particularly anger or upset her, it’s just, as she would say: the principle of the thing. It’s very close to an ‘eye for an eye’ concept. On the other side of the coin, if she feels that she is indebted to someone Movazi will go out of her way to balance the scales.
History
In 2oo9 the Third War was just beginning and the Movazi did their patriotic to Russia by enlisting their men. One of which was Leonid R. Movazi, who had spent the previous years doing a tour in Western Europe. While there he had met, flirted, and seduced the gorgeous green-eyed Parisian Sophia Beauvais. They hadn’t been in love, but the lust they had shared had been intense for both. When he had received orders to return to Russia, it had been like oil on the fire. That last night they may or may not, neither could ever clearly remember, have been as careful as they should be. Regardless, Sophia had found herself pregnant and a short, angry phone call later, Leonid was aware of it as well.
The Movazi is a very old, very traditional family; Leonid now faced two choices: to marry Sophia or be disowned. The family was unwilling to tolerate a known bastard being connected to their prestigious name. Leonid fell in line, and in mid 2oo8, Sophia Beauvais became Sophia Movazi. Save for a sister, she had no family and the prospect of raising a child on her meager income had seemed a daunting and impossible task. Couple that with his family’s convincing and incessant persuading, she had seen no other choice.
Prior to the official break out of war, Leonid was stationed in Japan as Russia began to bolster their ally’s defenses. Having enough rank to do so, he brought with him his now very pregnant wife. While he did an impeccable job, and to all appearances his marriage was a happy one, the surface façade of perfection was just that. The relationship between husband and wife was one of extremes, going from hot to cold in a matter of words. Neither being the type to yell, their furious and cutting whispers held enough venom to more than make up for it.
Then, as The War officially began, Georgette Alexandria Movazi was born. For a time, both mother and father were at peace with each other in their shared awe. It didn’t last long, however, and by the time their Gigi had turned two they had returned to their old habits.
Children are so cruel. Movazi’s mother only had to contend with the whispers and the very rare attack on her French ethnicity. Movazi, meanwhile, was constantly getting into fights with the other children, both Russian and Japanese. The slurs, insults, teasing and the myriad of other playground bullying was a daily occurrence for a long time in Movazi’s life. At the age of six, in 2o15, The War ended with Japanese ‘victory’. This only made things worse for her.
2o19 would be the worst year in Movazi’s life. With the outbreak of Neo Spores in Daikanyama and the chaos that quickly ensued, Sophia died. She had gone into Daikanyama just prior to The Quarantine where, the police later informed them, the Infected Mutants had hunted her down and killed her. In an attempt to console them, they had added that They hadn’t taken the Frenchwoman down easily: she had killed three and injured five more before the end. You could see her father’s heart break in his very eyes, for all that the rest of him hardened. Unable to look at the constant reminder of his deceased wife, he sent his Gigi away.
This was the first time she would come in contact with Rochelle Beauvais, Sophia’s infamous elder sister. Dead on the inside from the loss of her beloved mother and her sudden exile, she had reacted sullenly to ‘Tatie Roch’ as only a ten year old can. Accepting Gigi’s attitude as if blissfully unaware to her stony silence, she pointed the sights out to her niece. The Eifel Tower, her favorite café, the best place to go shopping since she knew that for all that she didn’t say a word, Gigi was paying unerring attention to what she was saying. Even if she thought her French accent was just awful, a mayhem of Russian, Japanese, with only a taste of her younger sister’s Parisian. Tatie Roch was far from being poor, as she had made out quiet well during the war via the black market. Though it wasn’t exactly as plush as Movazi was used to, but it wasn’t much of a leap.
It was in France, at the knee of Tatie Roch, that Movazi first began to learn the pride of being French. With all the glories she was shown, and the proud way in which they held themselves. The way they envisioned their future and built their war-torn cities back up again. Even then, even now they were a fashion capital of the world and continued to live up to that title. When a Japanese, Chinese, or Russian foreigner began to bad mouth them the sudden and instant uproar that ensued had staggered Movazi the first time she had witnessed. You did not insult these people’s country. However, this was also the first place she had been truly sneered at and looked down upon for her Russian parentage. She began to take pages from their own book, and with a few of her own choices words and actions would ‘correct’ their way of thinking.
At the age of thirteen, she returned to Japan where her father was still and now permanently stationed. The occasion was his marriage to a woman she had never met: Ishikawa Midori. To call it an awkward meeting would be to belittle the subtle discomforts felt on both sides as Leonid introduced ‘Midori’ and her son, Ishikawa Jiro, to his only daughter. Blessedly it was a short affair, but as she planned to return to France with her aunt, the plans suddenly changed. Her father felt that she had spent too much time with Rochelle and France, that it was high time for her to go to Russia where the bulk of his family was.
The Movazi family welcomed her cordially, and she accepted it with just as much respect and politeness. Within the first week, however, it became abundantly clear that their Ginushka had the Neo Virus Soul infection. Enraged, their sudden rally around her stunning her, they bombarded Cyber Angelic Company with demands to cure their family member. Ever careful to keep her identity safe, they continued to pressure the fellow, albeit larger and more powerful, mega-corporation. What became or continues to occur due to these ‘discussions’ and ‘negotiations’ is unknown to the younger Movazi, and the situation remains completely oblivious to her father.
For three more years she spent time shuffling mostly between France and various parts of Russia [her father’s side of the family had quickly taken to her, and the relationship was much more warm], with the periodic trip to Japan. To most, the life she led seemed to be exotic, luxurious, and enviable as she jetted around the world visiting the most famous of cities while staying in only the premium four star hotel Pent Houses. It had all become so common place for Movazi, however, that she simply came to expect the best. Prior and through this, she was educated by the best tutors in a score of various courses that either her current guardian or father decided she needed to learn. And as constant as her education was her ‘Honor Guard’, a group of five highly trained bodyguards, was with her at all times, even if they didn’t appear to be there.
In late 2o24, her father called her home. While she continued to talk to her relatives in both Russia and her aunt in France, her travels had more or less stopped. Occasionally, she would visit them or they’d visit her, but Tokyo was now her home. Despite this, step-mother and -son seemed to almost always be at odds with Movazi. While father and daughter had come to an understanding of their past, for all that he tried, he could not bring his daughter completely into the fold. She continued her tutorship, for the short stint in the prestigious school he had sent her to ended with a trip to the hospital for one of her fellow class mates. It also came to light that the only thing keeping her from graduating was mere formality.
Upon high school graduation, Movazi was enrolled in a university. However, she only shows for tests or for mandatory classes. Currently, she still resides with her father and family in Tokyo.
Soul Skills
Skill Name: The Grendel-Dane State.
Skill Description: If angered or frightened enough, Movazi begins to go into what looks like a seizure. For several moments, her body twitches, contorts, and convulses. If during this time she is not calmed, her body will stiffen and abruptly undergo a complete mutation in a mater of seconds. In the GD State, Movazi’s shoulders round forward as her muscle mass doubles like that of a bear or cougar. Amber eyes are drawn forward on her face, where her nose and mouth protrudes slightly away from her face where her jaw and cheekbones jut forward, and black hairs gently cover her body. Her arms seemed to have grown longer, or they may simply appear that way due to the way she slouches forward. Standing at 6’ 2”, she can be an intimidating sight to behold.
Strengths: Strength and Constitution rise exceptionally with only a small dip in her Dexterity. This enables her to perform feats of strength Movazi is otherwise incapable of performing at a speed that belies her size. Meanwhile, with her adrenaline and Constitution so high, she’s a beast that doesn’t seem to tire or feel pain.
Weaknesses: Its ‘on switch’ is connected solely to her fight/flight reflex, and as such Movazi has little to no control of flipping it on or off at will. Once in the GD State, her mind regresses to an enraged primal ID state [akin to many berserkers] and any higher functioning thought appears to be beyond her. She is also incapable of swimming due to the fat and muscle ratio. As soon as her adrenal state asides, Movazi is almost completely weakened and remembers nothing of what happened while in the GD State.
Stat Advances & Changes: Light Blue is H-Stats, White is GD-Stats, Red is E-Stats. Basically, before, during, and after.
Strength: 5. 2o. o1.
Dexterity: 15. 12. o1.
Constitution: 5. 2o. oo.
Wisdom: 15. o3. 1o.
Soul: 1o. oo. oo.