Post by Minerva Serekar on Mar 31, 2014 22:14:14 GMT
Name: Minerva Serekar - call sign "Black Tide"
Age: 73
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6
Weight: [Redacted]
Race: Minmatar
Education/Training: [Redacted]
Occupation: High Admiral of the Night Raven Task Force, Broker, Mercenary, Mystic
Voluval Mark: the Grinning Wolf
Date of birth: YC43MR25
Place of birth: [Redacted]
History:
No known detailed record of Minerva's childhood or teenage years exists, what little is there doesn't allow one to truly glean what might have been her life back then, but two things are certain; One: those years involved much suffering, and two: Someone went to great lengths to cover up that suffering. Who her parents were, and any information that might have been had on them has equally been erased from all records. However, let it be noted that several attempts at accessing NRTF's data archives were met with extremely hostile cyber-security, oft followed by a number of our agents going dark. Our current subject of inquiry is suspected of having a hand in these events.
Now, the 40 or so years after her first arrest at the age of 21 (age is an approximation, records say subject was uncooperative and highly-combative) for piracy, grand theft and murder, (followed promptly by her escape and the death of three guards, the incident is blamed on one of the latter attempting to rape her, causing an apparent PTSD episode), those are fairly more detailed, but information is still rather piecemeal. Most of the information available comes in the form of eye-witness testimony, police reports and even military reports, as she and the crew she ran with at the time grew bolder (whether or not she was the cause is unknown) around her 50s and began attacking small military outposts (which, some might say, precipitated their eventual demise). Over the course of this period, Minerva underwent a series of crude cybernation procedures to enhance her abilities and preserve her strength as she grew older. Security footage and eye witness accounts from just before the ship she served on met its inevitable end, its crew left for dead, indicate she'd cyberized approximatly 75% of her body, at least externally. Much of the work seemed crude, what little skin she had left was left completely scared, her face having lost much of its original beauty. She was at that point much a shell of her former self, though many that encountered her would state that she basically stayed much the same throughout that entire four decades long period. Others say that she'd slowly grown quieter, and in doing so, gave more clear warning when some poor fool had burned through her extremely short fuse.
"Black Tide hey? Right, yeah, she'd just sit in her corner, staring down at her glass of cheap scotch, often times she'd just get up and leave, without even drinkin' a single drop. Others...well, y'all knew she was pissed if she knocked that rat piss back in one go and stood up, murder in her eye...Some of the other say she'd kill the first man who met her eye, but sometimes she'd leave even then. Those times, next mornin' you'd hear some lowlife was found butchered in some back alley, and She'd be walkin' round still covered in blood, mumblin' t'herself...kinda glad she died with the rest of those cutthroats" a regular at one of her favourite haunts stated, but only once fully inebriated.
Rest = Soon™
Implants:
Minerva has a confirmed fully prosthetized body, manufacturer unknown, specs unknown. At first glance, she has forgone a full body synth-skin, limiting coverage to her head and torso, leaving her limbs a polished, metallic black finish (Undeployed arm, except in black) (Deployed arm assault rifle). Minerva's eyes share in this "artificial" appearance, both being completely black (eyes), with only her irises differing, being glowing orange LEDs[/size]. She\s been seen assuming a more combat ready form when the need presents itself. The helmet is formed out of her hair, the composition of which is, much like the rest of her, a mystery.
Minerva's default attire:
She wears a black version with orange trimmings and lacing (i'd photoshop it, but i suck at it!)
(to be edited in the future)
Age: 73
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6
Weight: [Redacted]
Race: Minmatar
Education/Training: [Redacted]
Occupation: High Admiral of the Night Raven Task Force, Broker, Mercenary, Mystic
Voluval Mark: the Grinning Wolf
Date of birth: YC43MR25
Place of birth: [Redacted]
History:
No known detailed record of Minerva's childhood or teenage years exists, what little is there doesn't allow one to truly glean what might have been her life back then, but two things are certain; One: those years involved much suffering, and two: Someone went to great lengths to cover up that suffering. Who her parents were, and any information that might have been had on them has equally been erased from all records. However, let it be noted that several attempts at accessing NRTF's data archives were met with extremely hostile cyber-security, oft followed by a number of our agents going dark. Our current subject of inquiry is suspected of having a hand in these events.
Now, the 40 or so years after her first arrest at the age of 21 (age is an approximation, records say subject was uncooperative and highly-combative) for piracy, grand theft and murder, (followed promptly by her escape and the death of three guards, the incident is blamed on one of the latter attempting to rape her, causing an apparent PTSD episode), those are fairly more detailed, but information is still rather piecemeal. Most of the information available comes in the form of eye-witness testimony, police reports and even military reports, as she and the crew she ran with at the time grew bolder (whether or not she was the cause is unknown) around her 50s and began attacking small military outposts (which, some might say, precipitated their eventual demise). Over the course of this period, Minerva underwent a series of crude cybernation procedures to enhance her abilities and preserve her strength as she grew older. Security footage and eye witness accounts from just before the ship she served on met its inevitable end, its crew left for dead, indicate she'd cyberized approximatly 75% of her body, at least externally. Much of the work seemed crude, what little skin she had left was left completely scared, her face having lost much of its original beauty. She was at that point much a shell of her former self, though many that encountered her would state that she basically stayed much the same throughout that entire four decades long period. Others say that she'd slowly grown quieter, and in doing so, gave more clear warning when some poor fool had burned through her extremely short fuse.
"Black Tide hey? Right, yeah, she'd just sit in her corner, staring down at her glass of cheap scotch, often times she'd just get up and leave, without even drinkin' a single drop. Others...well, y'all knew she was pissed if she knocked that rat piss back in one go and stood up, murder in her eye...Some of the other say she'd kill the first man who met her eye, but sometimes she'd leave even then. Those times, next mornin' you'd hear some lowlife was found butchered in some back alley, and She'd be walkin' round still covered in blood, mumblin' t'herself...kinda glad she died with the rest of those cutthroats" a regular at one of her favourite haunts stated, but only once fully inebriated.
Rest = Soon™
Implants:
Minerva has a confirmed fully prosthetized body, manufacturer unknown, specs unknown. At first glance, she has forgone a full body synth-skin, limiting coverage to her head and torso, leaving her limbs a polished, metallic black finish (Undeployed arm, except in black) (Deployed arm assault rifle). Minerva's eyes share in this "artificial" appearance, both being completely black (eyes), with only her irises differing, being glowing orange LEDs[/size]. She\s been seen assuming a more combat ready form when the need presents itself. The helmet is formed out of her hair, the composition of which is, much like the rest of her, a mystery.
Minerva's default attire:
She wears a black version with orange trimmings and lacing (i'd photoshop it, but i suck at it!)
(to be edited in the future)
