Name:Linda Laima Aafjes
Aliases:Lady Luck, Lady Lick Ass, Sadistic Bitch
Age: A lady never gives her age. Looks 25.
Birthday: December 12th
Ethnicity: Eastern European
Birth Planet: Earth
Allegiance:Neutral
Starting Location: Reprisal
Gender: Female
Occupation: Fate’s Executioner
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 109lbs
Build: Lean/Ectomorph
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: White with slight olive tinting
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:Plenty
- Missing a chunk of her left ear lobe
- Slash wound scars all across her thighs
- Human bite mark on her left upper arm
- Missing her right pinky fingernail
- A scar on her forehead that would connect the Northeast and Southwest corners of a compass
Personal Style: Whatever style Linda once possessed has long since been destroyed, with only a few tidbits remaining. First and foremost, she dresses pragmatically. War zone? Military fatigues. South American Jungle? Camo. Inner City ghetto? Low-quality street clothes. She’ll wear whatever she needs to in order to blend in, whether that be physically or socially.
That said, little bits of individuality leak through if you pay attention. Linda prefers dull colors over light or heavily saturated ones. She almost always wears a hat of some kind. And lastly, somewhere on her clothes, she usually incorporates a skull motif of some kind. Perhaps it’s a beanie, maybe it’s a badge, or it could just be the pattern happening to conveniently look like a skull in that freeform, Rorschachy way.
Calculating * Merciless * Irritable * Mischievous * Practical * Easily Amused
Sexuality: No.
Relationship Status: I said no.
Personality: Linda is a rather dour woman. She acts kind of like a stereotypical nihilist, not really caring about whatever’s happening to those around her. It might be a result of her life experiences, or maybe she just would have been one of those Emo chicks back in high school if she had grown up during the 1990’s. Who can tell at this point? Regardless, that lack of sympathy carries over to the various people that she has to kill. If it’s your turn to die, you’re going to die. She doesn’t care who you are, what you have or that you haven’t done everything you wanted to accomplish.
That said, she is not actively malicious, nor does she take joy in killing others like some killers, but at the same time, she isn’t really bothered by her occupation these days. Whether this is desensitization or merely an inborn quirk is still another one of those unanswerable questions. When she isn’t killing people or planning to do so, she can be pleasant to hang around with. Underneath that gloominess is somebody who’s kind of a goof ball that laughs at fart jokes and is very adept at playing the long con when it comes to dumb pranks and inside jokes.
Habits: - Clicking her tongue
- Talking to herself
Hobbies: At least 1
Fears: 3 real fears that make your character unhinged
- Becoming one of the undead
- Being inescapably trapped
- Withering Away
Likes: 6 minimal
- Predictability
- Tobacco
- Durable clothes
- Skilled workers
- November Rain
- Clarity
Dislikes: 6 minimal
- Cheap/shoddy craftsmanship
- Gambling
- Splinters
- Complainers
- November Rain
- Ambiguity
*All skills and possessions are limited to the spaces provided below to start. Do NOT add more!
General Skills:
- Sneak
- Fight
- Shoot
- Focus
- Notice
- Operate
- Fly
- Drive
- Fix
Specialty Skills: *Must have the General Skill listed above for the accompanying Specialty below
- Shoot(Rifles)
- Drive(Carriages)
- Fix(Old Tech)
- Focus(Aim)
- Fight(Street Fighting)
What Is On Your Person:This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; phone, credit cards, cash, pictures of mom and dad, tooth picks, smokes, lighter, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the 'Verse.
- Wallet containing an Alliance credit card, proper Fake IDs and Security passes
- Pistol
- Knife
- Cigarettes
- Disposable Lighter
- A Compact
Quarters:This is your stash basically - all your items that are not on you at all times. General things need not be listed like a bed, toothbrush and so forth. Somethings are just a given. But things like Specialized Computers, Weapons Stash, books, files on people, a comic book collection, special mementos, and so forth are something that need to be listed out and very detailed. Make sure to know that this will be updated throughout the RP.
- Shotguns
- Rifles
- A corkboard covered with pictures of people, most of the dead or soon to be
- Extra packs of cigarettes
- FATE Computer
- A small chest containing cheap (at the time) Earth-That-Was jewelry
The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Linda’s been around since well before the Alliance was even a thing. At one point, all the different empires and superpowers of the world start blurring together. Yes it might be bigger in scope, but is it really all that different compared to say the British Empire? Her feelings towards the Alliance are about as strong as one’s would be towards the Empire in Star Wars.
History: Linda’s not human. Or at least she hasn’t quite been human for a long time. For one thing, she can see things others can’t: namely the likelihood that anybody is going to die in any given situation. They’ll just have an air around them that’s as easy for her to interpret as if they’d had a big percent floating above their heads. Second, she hasn’t aged a day in over a millenia. Any wounds she’s received miraculously heal in record times and luck comes in on her side whenever she appears to be in an inescapable situation And lastly, when she looks in a reflective surface of some kind, be it a mirror, or even a pool of water, there’s a chance she’ll see somebody who she’ll have to kill.
She doesn’t quite remember anything from before her current existence started, but there are some scraps that remain throughout the centuries. She was born in what would be Croatia around the beginning of the 9th Century AD and lived a simple life from what she can gather. Farm work during the day. Sleep at night so it’d be easier to wake up before dawn. Get married, move out of the house, have a few kids, and then something happened that ended up with her and her family dying. She used to remember clearly, but it’s faded away to just the raw emotions she had felt at the time: panic, despair, hatred regret, and then confusion.
She had died, yet she woke up at Dawn in perfect health, and the world looked ever so slightly different. She stumbled her way to the nearby stream for hydration and when she looked down at the surface of the water, staring back was a man she had never seen before. When she blinked he didn’t disappear, and he never changed position no matter which way she craned her neck. After the initial confusion subsided, she realized that this man needed to die. From where that idea came from, she had no idea. It was just a sort of fundamental understanding. A message from God(dess) if you will. In the near 2 millennia since this incident, Linda’s been killing people for God/Fate/Whatever Alien Force brought her back from the dead. In the beginning she had a rather large chip on her shoulder over her family and home being destroyed, but like most of the other dark, visceral emotions that faded with time until it was nearly impossible to distinguish.
Character Quote: “Don’t worry about it. It doesn’t really matter anyways.”
Theme Song: Metallica - Seek And DestroyAlliance Record: Nothing intended to work specifically against the Alliance
Anything Else: I’m not doing this.
*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.