Kalii (Complete)

Name: Kalii
Birthday: April 26
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Element: Fire


Height: 5'5
Weight:123
Hair Color: Dyed Red
Hair Length: Long
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: Tanned
Body Type: Thin, Athletic,


About You!

Personality:
Kalii or Kirvana is the type of person that is usually outspoken when it comes to her words. Though emotionally she is very reserved to people she does not know or hasn't known for a long a time. Her emotions are usually hard to read, thanks to years of dealing with questionable company. Kalii is very thoughtful about situations, usually she doesn't like to speak or act before judging the situation carefully. This leads most people to wrongly speculate that she doesn't speak at all. Kalii is still known to be slightly volatile at times, which is a habit that she is working on as she knows its not a likeable trait.

Likes:
Kali's likes range from more basic things like the smell of chocolate chip cookies to women dressed nice in her bedroom. She enjoys a quiet moment with a book somewhere by water and a tall glass of Moscato. She enjoys the company of those of equal or stronger intelligence while still enjoying her more whimsical moments. Kali loves to have a good time late at nights, and being a bartender by choice on some nights help out a lot. Kali as far as her true profession loves a job executed flawlessly, and since that is nigh impossible she also loves the pursuit of such.

Dislikes:

Kali simply can not stand anyone of lesser intelligence and hates those who don't care to at least try and change the fact. She can not stand evil for evil's sake meaning people who kill for free or without cause. She of course can't stand anyone who hides from their problems and show their own weakness. As such she hates weakness in herself and will go to great lengths to cleanse herself of such things.


History: Kirvana Metronov was born on a cold winters day, her mother a bartender at a speak easy of sorts and her father a tailor with moderate skill. They told her even as a child it seemed they were drawn to each other. Her mother once a thief and unbeknownst even now to 'Kali' an assassin having given up that world for Kirvana's protection. As such though the criminal world still spoke which offered a sense of protection for Kirvana growing up. Though, the youth knew nothing so she'd still have to learn the trials of childhood though every adult knew not to touch her.

She spent the early years as any child would going through education, her mother now a bar owner with her father running the higher levels of the business as far a money management. They lived in a sense of comfort but with heavy ties to the crime world as her mother turned a blind eye frequently in her bar until authorities showed themselves. Her childhood friend was a boy her age named Sven, and he taught her of the life of crime that her mother had attempted to hide from her.

You see Sven's family were more deeply rooted or at least visibly so in crime. His father was an enforcer and as such it was expected for Sven to follow in his footsteps. Things started off petty with her luring or tricking people only for Sven to either rob or rough them up. And more then a couple of times did I find my life in endanger and having to fight or shoot to protect it. Even though, the crimes eventually escalated with age this did not mean either of them were dumb. Sven was much more street smart that Kirvana and had a calculating way about him perfect for the crime life; while Kirvana was more book smart than Sven still hosting the streets smarts as well. The thing that seperated them the most is that killing was always easier to Sven, he seemed almost cold to it while Kirvana felt every life she may have took.

It was through this that she gained knowledge of wealth through land and ownership, and when they went through brawls together they would always be rivals. Sven at first clearly outclassing Kirvana with brute strength and his animalistic instincts. Growing excited she went with the feeling and embarked on a road to grow stronger. Taking after her mother in her teens years she grew close to crime world, while Sven when off to become a an enforcer for a local kingpin. Kirvana on the other hand took to contracts and books, keeping track of various loans and debts while almost exclusively dealing out the best contracts to Sven to help him quickly gain rank.


Kirvana was raised up to be an intelligent girl and while she was taught martial skill like Sven was she was noted to be quite adaptable. She and Sven competed with each other in school when it came to grades but as a male Sven began focusing more on females and sports while she found her strengths being with planning and an innate capability to take in information. So when they finally grew older both were accepted into their respective walks of life. Sven as a enforcer and Kirvana a seemingly simple bartender in her mother's bar. Sven was given free time before his promotion which upon Sven's request they agreed to play take on the problems of the world together.

RP Sample: (*)Standing at the apex of the hills of Tython brought a rather gentle breeze and the sun shining bright to some might have brought promises of a bright future. But Kiara and among others sought to end such promises and replace them with death, pain and blood. And oh how did her blood lust call to her on this very day chosen because of the Knighting ceremony going on. In part, she wished to show these Knights and the Jedi alike that though they may have dreams of being a hero. No heroes would only perish among the Jedi and you'd think the death of Teferi would have been enough to show that.

For them their was no hope, they better either join up or die because they saw their elders as protectors but who really needed protecting? She would personally shatter any false hopes and ambitions and show these young ones and old ones the true power that brought transcendence which was the dark side. She stood their concealed in her tightest weave of magic, peering below them at the lambs for slaughter. A smile rose on her seemingly emotionless face through her Rancor armor though only Mark 1 as production of her second armor were still being finished. She knew not of her companions mastery of concealment and neither did she care as she was Sith.

The weak among them with be purged today as well, she hoped the younger of the order would use such opportunity to sharpen themselves today. Her twin Vexx sabers were idly laying in her hand not yet ignited and with a quick flourish that was rectified. She slowly began to walk down the hill, building up her passions and rage and willingness to live this day. She found the dark sides embrace cold yet comforting as she called out. "Aww how sweet, these little ones are becoming Knights, boy you Jedi must really need help to delay us crushing you." Even though she spoke from within her helmet that malice and barely contained rage was behind her voice quite noticeably.

She looked at them all eying the younger ones as she could instill fear in them easier by rising through age and rank. Her fear was stemmed from normal uses but from the deepest depths of her memories of being subdued by this very techniques by Lord Phage. It was on of the darker of Sith Magic as she pointed her saber out saying "So, who will be the first to die by my hands?" (*)

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Dislikes: 26/50

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