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"Fight smarter, not harder."
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Daciana "Dach" Moxolovi
Twenty-eight.||April 11th.||173 cm.||First Class.

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Appearance.She claimed a stature that was neither impressive or easily impressed upon. Strong and lean; traits afforded her due to a life unaccustomed to stagnation and fed consistent cardio. Her ears were laced with metal from tip to lobe surrounded by hair the color of waterlogged rosewood. Her eyes have always appeared sharper and more focused than her brothers, prior to the SOLDIER program. The only change was that the predominant judgmental and complacency reflected within them is now fringed with a solid focus and determination. A heavy gunmetal black traced about her eyes, some of the only makeup she wore regularly.

Dach appears quite at home sitting amongst destruction. Lips curled in pensive and somber thought that touched her expression with a cause, and an occasional flicker of bemusement. She favors function and ease in clothing. She hasn’t sacrificed all sense of fashion, but she sticks to muted tones and combat boots. To imagine her in pink and heels would be laughable, and she would likely take offense. From beneath clothing peek out tattoos and scars that lick across her skin in reflection of merriment, penance and sacrifice. Some whisper secrets entombed within her own will while others are a gentle ache of hangover. They venture to give personality where hers has felt, stagnant.

Personality.She wasn’t raised in a community that valued fair play or fair fights and she learned to take a punch early on. She’s learned to work with what she’s got and adapted to survive. Even at a young age she became a manipulator; using others almost instinctively. She sought weakness in everything so that she could exploit it. Sleight of hand and quick with her tongue. Lies fell from her lips without notice while her true self was locked away.

She was once more playful and reckless, but it was only a glimmer there now. Deep down she viewed SOLDIER as her last chance to not slip through the cracks to die in a gutter without a murmur of remorse from the world. She lacked the proper social skills and academic prowess to climb in ranks anywhere but on the battlefield so she focused all her energy into aspects of training. With the focus and training she adapted. She gained control over her emotions, mind and body. She acts with a clear head even in extreme pain or chaos. She pushes her emotions down and centers her energy on a goal, scheming with patience. She distracts herself from her own emotions by focusing on others. She can be rather insightful when she puts her mind to it.

Much of her interaction is forceful, her tone and attitude blunt. She’s working on it though. With the bred and nourished battle attitude also came an acceptance of loss. She is not the “get everyone out alive” type, but leans more towards an understanding of expected and accepted losses. Overall, her outlook towards human life is largely apathetic. Though she’s also working really hard on loyalty; trusting her peers and having them trust her. It suddenly means a lot to her to have a connection and people to trust.

Background.It was almost inevitable that she would wind up as a number for the government in some shape or form. There were plenty with the excuse that the slums provided nothing of sustenance, but she had never really struggled. She made do, in fact she thrived in the deteriorated ghettos of the capital. She still misses it on occasion; not the smell, the smell of battle was better, but there was somehow more freedom in the invisible nature of poverty. It was in this invisible shade cast upon the deviants of the slums that she blossomed.

Sure, she didn't really work within the law, but you could call her a supporter. She worked for hire, with little allegiance other than to the almighty paycheck. As long as you don’t mind getting your hands dirty you could make it by just fine; and even have a little fun along the way. It's almost humorous she hadn’t thought of SOLDIER on her own, because truth was military work wasn't that different than street work. Truthfully, government work of any kind had never even crossed her radar while she was coming up. That is until she was arrested in the capital for murder, thievery and illegal solicitation. 

A guard had passed on the advice that when she faces judgment she opt for joining SOLDIER program and she did just that. The decision from there was pretty clear. She didn’t waste any time regretting the choice. She was quite suited for military work. She was used to taking orders and figuring out a way to bend the rules enough to be comfortable. Of course, SOLDIER program was much more organized and strict than anything she’d been apart of before, but it was also better funded, which meant better weaponry and gear. She found the thrill of battle and the seemingly unlimited training was an apt trade for a bit of lost freedom.

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Weapon..R-36 Particle Rifle+A large anti-material rifle used for long range defensive positions. It uses particle accelerators to propel heavy metal shells at hypersonic speeds. The spikes along the sides of the barrel are coolant panels to keep the barrel from warping after the huge amounts of friction generated from rapid firing. Features a high capacity drum magazine for prolonged engagements. Heads up display virtual smart scope with threat detection software, thermal and 16x zoom functions.

Skillset.
.long range weaponry
.quick adapt combat style
.inconspicuous

Ability.
Can harness mist in small area to conceal herself in battle. She can still see clearly within it while others can not.

Aeon.
.Tragorath+
Blue & Gray ┊ deception. adaptation. empathy.
A coherent yet defective melding of leathery wings, tentacles and an evasive camouflage of gray and nothingness, secreting a palpable mist and infectious empathy. It took some time for scientists to realize the true form could only be captured on film and viewed away from the aeon, otherwise the visage is viewer specific and transitory. It’s own intentions are muddled in a impossible translation of alien to human madness and compassion. It isn’t evil in so far as it’s incomprehensible. It speaks in a windy howl that stirs something benevolent in most. [The utmost care is taken to limit the aeons access to water as it quickly disperses the water into fog and cocoons itself within.]

Limit/overdrive.
.Affinity Parasite
A low wind blows, dragging a mist from nothingness to pool thickly, disguising tentacles that slither and attach to available hosts. The grip tightens and forces an empathetic tie that sews doubt and confusion as to their initial mission and align them with hers. Wears off quickly when contact is broken.
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