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Description
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UPDATE: Finally proper application art with the new and improved application form/sheet. XD
▶ P R O F I L E _
▲Name: Erif_Worra_
▲Class: Sol_ / Sup_
△Soldier type: Hand-to-hand combat exponent and proficient marksman_
△Support type: Sufficient (bordering daredevil) four-wheel driver and motorcyclist_
▲Serial: SOL_B_12_
▲Weapon: Standard_Glock_17_
▲Ability: None_
▲Age: 21_
▲Sex: Female_
▲Weight: 65_Kilos_
▲Height: 5’8”_
▲D.O.B.: 11/11/1994_
▶ S T A T S _
▲Level 4
▲[[STR]] : [[ 6 + 2 ]]
▲[[INT]] : [[ 6 ]]
▲[[WILL]] : [[ 6 ]]
▲[[DEX]] : [[ 6 + 2 ]]
▶ P E R S O N A L I T Y _
On first impressions, Erif would seem the least suited nor expected to be an individual who’d conform to the rules and strictness of military life. On top of being wild, temperamental and impulsive, she has a mischievous streak and tends to play harmless pranks. She is not above holding small grudges and childishly exacting vengeance that are inversely proportionate for what has been done unto her. On that note, never try and physically take her pretzel sticks snacks away without permission. Unless one would like to kiss concrete.
Though from an “off-the-record” psych evaluation, Erif admitted that the reason behind her tendencies to “act up” are her own methods to “confirm her existence” and “enjoy life as it is”. When the situation demands it, she will drop all pretense of being reluctant to obey “harsh” orders and act accordingly to protocol. Time spent on the streets sharpened her wits a little to when or how a situation would take a nosedive, though she doesn’t rely on them as she states “life is unpredictable”.
Once deemed as a friend, Erif’s loyalty is like a stubborn stain. There until erased. She is sensitive on the issue of betrayal due to
[S E C T I O N _ R E D A C T E D _]. While able to intimately display gentleness to those she shares a familial-like relation, she refrains from showing any signs of vulnerability if she could help it. Not shy when it comes to invading personal spaces if there already has been mutual consent beforehand. When no uptight superiors are around or basking in lax settings, Erif will exhibit a crass attitude. Her idea of a “greeting” is a light smack on one’s behind. Sometimes.
▶ B I O _
▲The following is an audio recording of Erif Worra’s biography by the subject herself transcripted into text, as she expressed it is much easier than penning. Blackmetal was present to oversee.
”Alright...Where to start with this shit...Oh. You guys won’t mind my language, right? Since we’re all adults? Heh heh. Okay? Okay.”
”My name’s Erif. Erif Worra. Uh...I have a dad and four older brothers. Two of ‘em are adopted twins after Prahs - who is the eldest - and Tsaf, a year younger from ‘im. The twins, Noct and Diur are two years younger than Tsaf. I’m the last bugger. Four years younger than the twins. That wasn’t too confusing, right? Okay…”
”Mom died from stomach cancer. That was like...Almost two years after I was born. A shitty doctor’s misdiagnosis or something. But, yeah. I just barely remember her. Dad keeps an album of her around though. And my brothers tell me stuff about her when I ask or when something that involved her pops up. How she was a great mom and loves us a lot and all. So...I’m not too sad about her not being alive today or whatever. Alright, moving on.”
”Dad manages a mini-market in the neighbourhood. God, I used to beg for free snacks at the counter from ‘im when I came around. Haha...Prahs and Tsaf helps him out since they’re the oldest and were done with high school. Noct, Diur and I were still too young to really help out. If you can call stacking boxes and making a fort out of them in the storage room “helping”, ahaha! Anyway! Yeah, we seem to be a normal family. In the sweet, sweet, innocent beginning.”
”Noct was the brainiest among us. Great grades, credentials and shit, all up to his senior year...He even got awards for computer stuff from competitions! That brainiac...Dad was proud of ‘im. Then Noct got sent offers for scholarships and shit to these big universities like...fuck, some of the names are too damn fancy fucking long. I can’t remember. No surprise there. The surprise was that Noct wasn’t accepting any. Saying he didn’t need ‘em.”
”Dad was shocked, duh. Then mad. Well, not crazy bull mad but, yeah, not happy. He and Noct argued. Shit hit the fan. I stayed out of it because...Well, what can a kid do? Then Noct...That fucker left. Like pulled a Houdini on us. It was after his graduation day. Things had become sort of stalemate by then because dad had shouted himself hoarse until he realised Noct wasn’t gonna listen to ‘im no more. Nearly thought things were back to normal since Noct acted as usual around me and Diur...but gave the cold shoulder to Prahs and Tsaf. Probably because they were trying to speak up for dad and Noct didn’t like the follow-up lectures. I know I wouldn’t.”
”Uh...Yeah. After Noct’s graduation. Noct got his cert, plaque and gave a fancy speech with a pinch of a smart mouth on stage, enough that it would slide with the principal. Everyone put on happy faces for the photos. Dad reserved a table at our favourite fancy restaurant for the dinner celebration, something he does when us kids done did good or for special occasions. For that time, it felt like no one had been picking on each other’s bones and the food was great. Before dessert, Noct got a call and he stepped outside to take it. He patted my head on the way out the door and said he was full, so I can have his share of lava cake…”
”You know what? I should have taken that as a sign. Noct may not seem like it but he’s a fanatic over chocolate and he wouldn’t pass up the lava cake at that place. Dessert arrived and I just inhaled it, even after I had like a ton of food in. We waited for Noct to get back from his phone call, so that we could all go home. But after nearly half an hour, we got worried. Noct wasn’t those chatterbox types that drag on and on over the line. Dad asked for the bill but the server said that Noct already paid for it and left. He tried calling Noct on his phone. “The person you have called is currently unavailable, please try again later or leave a message after the beep.” God, I hate that automated voice-mail shit. At least choose a better voice to say that shtick.”
”We figured that Noct probably went home...that he remembered something important he had to do on his laptop or something. Not the first time. So we did too. And guess what? Nobody was in the house. No lights were on. Diur looked into the room he shared with Noct and told us that Noct’s laptop and other tech stuff was gone, some clothes and his stash of savings. Dad, Prahs and Tsaf asked the neighbours if they’d seen Noct around...Nothing.”
”Dad went to the police, made a missing person report for Noct. Soon it was a week...then two...a month...Me and Diur looked around at places we know Noct goes to. Dad, Prahs and Tsaf got word out to as many friends and people as possible. The longer Noct went missing, the more...depressed Diur got. Being twins and adopted and all, Diur was specially attached to Noct. He felt like Noct abandoned him and blamed Dad.”
”Diur stopped going to school. Dad...He’s the sort who’s got stubborn as a jackass pride and think he’s always right and damn well didn’t like getting blamed for something, whether or not he was wholly or partially at fault. But there was some guilt and...some initiative to make it right that time. But Diur...He and Noct were those kinds of twins who were REALLY attached to each other.”
”One day, Diur...Hm...Can we pause for a second?”
△[S E C T I O N _ I _ R E D A C T E D _] [A confidential exchange between subject and Blackmetal has been redacted from this transcript before the session is resumed in the following after requested break. A consented secondary recording of the exchange has been made and is only accessible to those authorised.]
”Phew. Nice to have a breather. I like talking but never this much before. We’re back on and good? Alright. Where were we…? Oh, yeah. That little cliff-hanger about Diur. My bad. Um...He...He got so bottled up. Not speaking to Dad, Prahs and Tsaf. Barely talking to me except when he has to. I didn’t know how to get through to him. It was like a cold war at home.”
”I turned into your classic case of a troubled student with disciplinary problems not long after. I got tired putting up a front that everything’s fine. I purposely drove away the couple of friends I had. A little regrettable but that was my choice. Not going to be a cloud around them…”
”I grew some balls and ditched school more. Having shit teachers helped. Hung out with other “good-for-nothin’” kids in another neighbourhood so I don’t get caught by dad or my brothers. I learned how to ride a motorcycle from this dude, “Z”. That’s what he told us to call ‘im. Not a bad guy. Homiest of homies. I picked up lock-picking too. Kinda fun. Like those IQ puzzles and shit.”
”Just to be clear, I’ve never ever cross the line when it came to drugs, smoking, hooking or stealing. Maybe I got into a couple of fights. Lucky no one at home noticed when I had a shiner once. Thanks to makeup. And also a drag queen who was passing where I was licking my wounds. He was a sweet dude and rocked that wig...Sorry. Getting off track here.”
△[S E C T I O N _ II _ R E D A C T E D _] [Done at Blackmetal’s discretion.]
”So off I went. The camp was harsher than expected and the girls there were no joke. But I made a rep for myself and smarten up on more shit. Kept a somewhat good record that it got me a ticket out of that shithole to military. Felt...Better to commit myself to something. Not bragging but I wasn’t so bad with a gun either. So, I trained and now I’m here. Anti-climatic, I know, but what are you going to do about it?”
”That’s it for me. All done. 21 years of my life condensed into this. I’ll take my leave now. See ya, sir. And just a suggestion, some tea and crumpets to go with this would've been nice. Even therapeutic.”
▲Session concluded.
▶ A B I L I T Y _ N/A _
▲Erif does not possess any sort of ability except for having a bottomless pit of a stomach.
▶ H O B B I E S _
▲Extreme sports enthusiast - cliff-diving, bungee jumping; has interest in wingsuit gliding.
▲Target practice exercises - including spitballing, darts and archery.
▲Playing video games and emulating kung-fu related films to get ideas for combat moves.
▲Pranking and setting up booby traps.
▶ E X T R A S _
▲Keeps in contact with family and sends them money to help with finances.
▲Has interest to learn and obtain license for flying.
▲Mammal lover, particularly of the canine and feline variety. Reptiles freak her out, especially lizards.
▲Practices meditation and yoga to balance her spurts of hyperactivity; gaining flexibility which is a plus that she applies in combat.
▲Seems to have a never-ending stock of pretzel stick snacks on hand, varying in savoury or sweet flavours.
▲Does not get hangovers from heavy drinking.
▲Can sing reasonably well.
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