Name: Loni Ky

Age: 32

Sex: Female

Personality: Stoic, sharp, and thoughtful are terms that have been used to describe her before. Other terms used have been bitch, psycho, and stubborn. Loni has a powerful personality- headstrong, fierce, but collected. She rarely, if ever looses her temper around others. She displays only what she wants. She weilds her intelligence and sharp wit as a weapon in her daily life, while holding back the frustration that gradually builds up behind the surface. 

Beneath the facade lies a flaming tornado of molten fire spinning around a core of steel. Stress and frustration have caused her fuse to become short, and she frequently blazes up internally. She's stubborn to the core, and never gives up or concedes: to do so would be to turn her back on the ideals and decisions that brought her to where she is now.

Description: Lani is a fairly taller than average woman, standing at 5'11". She carries herself in an easy, light manner. One might say she moves with a silent grace, like a predator ready to strike. 

Equipment: During work hours, she can constantly be seen carrying a simple, brown briefcase. Several people have tried to open it in the past juat to find a biometric lock, old fashioned number lock, and a voice recognition lock. She never leaves it alone long enough for it to be opened.

In addition, she carries two plasma pistols on her belt, as well as an old fashioned long knife, for protection. All three seem to be custom made, though through several public demonstrations, it has been made clear her guns fire normal plasma rounds. 

History: The knocking on the front door echoed through the small house. The architect looked up from the files displayed across the holotop of the table to where his wife sat in the room behind him. "Fiona, would you mind getting that? I think I'm finally making some progress on this."

She gave him a soft smile and set aside her screen before disappearing aroubd the corner. He turned his attention back to the table, barely paying any attention to the voices behind him, nor how they were getting closer. "Gregory."

His wife sounded shell shocked, and that was enough for him to break attention from the plans before him. Standing beside his wife was a figure that turned his blood cold. Foreman Loni Ky stood a good half foot taller than his wife, an imposing figure in comparison. Her arms were crossed, and her pose seemed relaxed, but he had tensed up the moment he had laid his eyes on her. Her presence was rarely a good thing in his experience.

"Foreman Ky... what brings you here so lat-."

"I'm terribly sorry to break this to you, Dr. Pioloni, but you're being evicted." Her tone was curt and lacking emotion, dropping the news as though she were telling him it was going to rain. "You're also being fired."

The man sat baffled as Loni strode forward, her long legs carrying her up to the table in a matter of seconds. She leaned over it and examined the plans quietly. "Funny. I don't remember you having clearance for these plans. In fact, you've been obtaining many things that you don't have clearance to be seeing." Her gaze turned from the table to him, the intent clear in their heavy, green weight. 

"Please, let Fiona leave. She hasn't seen anything, and she won't say a word to anyone-" Loni seated herself on the table with a sigh and drew her gun, pressing it to the side of his temple. His wife shrieked, cowering into the wall with a terrified look on her face.

"Look, as touching as this is, I have a meeting in an hour on the other side of town. The fact is, you know far too much. You dug into things that you never should have touched. And now, you have to pay the price. Unfortunately, so does she." She cocked the gun into ready and asjusted her grip. "Goodbye, Dr. Pioloni. Goodbye, Mrs. Pioloni."

She fired one round and then quickly turned and fired another. Silence, and then a sigh. Lani pulled a small screwn from her pocket and tapped on it. A live video link pulled up. The man on the otherside was mostly dressed in a tight hazmat type suit, his face mask sitting on the table next to him. "Morning, Foreman Ky. My team is ready to begin whenever you're clear of the building."

"Give me five minutes. It shouldn't be too difficult. Two clean shots. Not much for cleanup, so it shouldn't take long." She strode with easy, soft steps out of the small house through the still ajar front door, tucking her pistol back into its holster. So far, the day was going as planned. She could only hope it would continue to.