[hider= Eimi Nox: Eiko Niebo Version 2.0 - The Angsty Hacker Edition][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/1MIUdPz.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/qv59jKh.jpg?2[/img][/center] [hr][hr][indent][indent][indent][color=8c8685]"Death often is the point of life’s joke." [right]Vladimir Nabokov, [i]Laughter in the Dark[/i][/right][/color][/indent][/indent][/indent][hr][hr] [color=934641][u][b]Name[/b][/u][/color] [indent]Eimi Nox[/indent] [color=934641][u][b]Age[/b][/u][/color] [indent]19[/indent] [color=934641][u][b]Appearance[/b][/u][/color] [indent]Eimi is a lean, pale-skinned girl with a grim and almost too-stiff demeanor layered by an almost all-too-cliché sarcastically stoic attitude, which she embraces like a champion of teenage angst and dark humor. Her dress might be conservative if only it were not so eccentric and masculine. It is rare to see her in anything baring too much skin (have you seen her nightgown?), but if she’s taking her off her blazer, be warned — her concentrated temper is about to explode (out of the barrel of a gun, mind you). Although, Eimi stands a little above average height, her demeanor is rather quiet. It’s safe to say, her shadow makes more of a presence than she does, unless her snark makes an unannounced visit, in which case, a good quick witted neg of conversation might be in order. Her dark, black hair is kept blunt and short, cut with bangs that do wonders at accentuating her smoky, cynical green eyes. An unlit cigarette butt usually sticks out of her thin lips. Sometimes, she’ll even light and smoke it. However, the rolled tobacco and paper pressed simply in-between her lips is enough to keep her round, austere face from looking too vulnerable (if her pessimistic attitude doesn’t do it for her). She honestly really would like to avoid catching too many people off guard with her pinch-able cheeks and button nose. It gets a bit lagging and annoying after a while. Oh, and the ‘earbuds’ are obviously decent for more than communication and technological stability (they’re rigged to a pretty interesting device). They are also fully capable of playing some good tunes to drown-out the deadbeat questions of life[/indent] [color=934641][u][b]Traits[/b][/u][/color] [indent]Being a noticeably, outwardly-looking perfunctory type of character, Eimi actually has no problem going-with-the-flow, even if she’ll openly grumble about it half the time. She has to show her teenage rebellion somehow or another — it’s part of being [i]normal.[/i] Plus, what’s a lady without a backbone? A whore — that’s what; and Eimi isn’t about to stoop [i]that[/i] low. Besides, what would [i]Wes[/i] say? One of her pastimes is simply listening to music (what are the teen years for, if not engaging in popular culture of some sort?). Unlike her rigid appearance, though, Eimi has no real set genre of music to which she listens and thoroughly enjoys space travel for the experience of listening to the various and different music-types around the Solar System. It also saddens her a bit whenever a song gets stuck in her head, and she has no real means of listening to it after [i]The Absolute Magnitude[/i] gets directed to the next mission. So, hearing Eimi make a half-assed hum when not wearing her headphones isn’t too uncommon (maybe recording it should start becoming a game plan of hers). Eimi also spends time ghosting through computers. Sitting in a dark room and tapping away at glowing computer screens with her ‘earbuds’ generating whatever music it can find is probably what has come of her pale skin complexion. She’s pretty passionate about it, though. In fact, just like hearing her half-assed hums, it’s not too uncommon to hear her groaning and mumbling about some shodd-job she managed to mess-up online. [hider=History]Don’t be fooled by Eimi’s Japanese first name, she’s not from Mars (she has hazel eyes!). Although, she does hold quite a bit of Martian blood in her. Someone down the line pulled himself up by his bootstraps and made a voyage from Mars to lead a better life, away from all the convolution and crime of the shadow planet. It must not have been too far down the line because Eimi’s first bounty was hunting down her older brother, Jun, a Gold fugitive, initiated with the men of the yakuza. Okay, so, whatever, she didn’t really, really hunt him down. She had that sisterly insight on things, which was, of course, Jun’s mistake. Eimi wanted and needed the money, and well, the rest is history. Her father, Ken Nox, also worked as a Tech Dealer. This worked in favor of Eimi’s knowledge of computers and other such electronics, but it also helped introduce her brother to the darker side of some innocent seemingly customers. Without either, though, Eimi knows she wouldn’t be where she is today, and she’s still deciding if that’s good or bad or just some absurd fate she’ll never truly understand that might as well be drowned out by the sound of music. [hider=Hidden History]Ken Nox was no Captain of Industry, having been born and raised on one of the ultra-wealthy moons of Jupiter, but he knew technology — just like his father, his grandfather, and presumably his great-grandfather. So, yeah, it could pretty much be hypothesized that The Nox Family were some sort of black-tech dealers back on Mars. However, Ken’s grandfather liked to look at things a bit differently, and by differently, he just never spoke of how or why the Noxes were into the hacking and dealing. [i]It just was.[/i] Of course, [i]It just was[/i] wasn’t good enough for Jun, and therefore, it wasn’t good enough for Eimi, either. It probably would have been okay for Eimi because she wasn’t always the deepest thinker as a child, but she looked up to her Goddamn brother. He was her hero. Everything she could do, he could do better, and everything he could do, she wanted to be able to do. Like, when he started smoking cigarettes, Eimi was right behind him. In fact, speaking of cigarettes, it was this little dirty habit that lead Eimi into pirating (she’s quiet; it was easy). Not only were cigarettes just kind of an expensive habit for an underaged girl like herself, but hey, it also gave her some cool points with the older guy. Anyways, Jun wasn’t really a hero or a good guy, but Eimi just was really [i]not[/i] the deepest thinker like that. Her brother was a knight to her, not that she’d ever use that kind of terminology in a serious manner, but pedantics-shemantics. However you wanna word it, Jun was pretty aware of his little sister’s eager feelings towards him, and he was ready and willing to use her eagerness. There was even this unspoken rule Jun’s ‘buddies’ immediately picked up on: sure, his dumb broad of a sister was no angel, but she was better off not knowing the truth about Jun. Jun had charisma like that. He pulled people with his charm. So, it wasn't really a big surprise that when he went looking for trouble, trying to figure out the secret history of his surname, he found the trouble he was looking for, and the assumption was spot on: Black-Tech Dealers. Dirty, filthy, rich tech dealers -- the complete opposite of the modest family business working humble hours to make ends meet. That's all they’d ever be on Jupiter, poor, grimy weapon dealers. Not on Mars. So what if he had to wash his hands of someone else’s blood every now and again? The amount of power he could accumulate in a small amount of time -- milking his last name’s legacy. Nox was a blast from the past, some niche legend that the older generation occasionally recalled from some memorable story. This was his calling: bringing life back to his family’s name, and he wasn't going to leave Eimi behind… yet. Eimi never saw her family as poor (her current fashion could probably tell anyone that). They lived on Jupiter for all such sake, but her brother knew how to work her. She was, after all, a naive, physically underdeveloped fifteen year old girl at the time. She didn't have Jun’s exact charisma, but she could smile cute and fake a pretty twinkle in an unsuspecting manner. She also knew how to whip a gun like she’d been doing it her whole life (her brother called it, ‘Faking confidence’). He started her out with small jobs, kind of like the stealing of cigarettes and pocket change but a bit bigger and with more responsibility and backlash if failed. It didn't take long for Eimi to start hacking on the adrenaline and thrill of the rewards, and in return, Jun let her know [i]what was up.[/i] He never gave her the full story, though. Hell, he didn't even give his best friend the full story. He was so hush-hush it made some people wonder how he got so much business and trust. Eimi knew it was his silence that gave him the authority, and she respected him for it. So did his best friend, Wesley Jderoiu. Others might have respected him for being tall, angry, murderous -- but not Eimi, nor Wes. They both respected and loved Jun; and maybe it was Eimi and Wes’ understanding of Jun that made their relationship; or maybe it was something else. Either way, the big guy never fully approved. There could have been a conglomerate of reasons as to why Jun despised their interests in each other: age, business, drugs, insight; the list could go on. However, Eimi has the hardest time understanding why Jun threw Wes to the wolves. It was not as if he just discarded Wes for any good reason. Anyone could have taken Wes’ place. It was a fucking suicide mission, and Wes had no bloody clue. Jun played him like a pawn. And, Eimi? Heh, yeah, Eimi couldn’t believe it had taken her so damn long to figure out who her brother was. Power. Greed. Hunger. Slowly, Eimi let herself drift out of Jun’s group. It was as if, after Wes’ death, Jun was different. He wasn’t remorseful or even the least bit empathetic (nor sympathetic) towards Eimi. If anything, he gave her the cold shoulder. It was as if he was trying to teach her a lesson for something she didn’t know she had done wrong, and eventually, she was a nobody to him -- until she turned his ass in. Granted, it took her several years to do it. Moping aside, it took a while before she could work her way back into the system after seeing the proceeds of her brother’s worth. He wasn’t [i]just[/i] pawning people, he was pawning parties; and the stakes were kind of high. No one had to thank Eimi for her work, though. Getting a hold of her brother, and hearing him beg and plead for his life like a fucking baby before she proceeded to trade him in for a her goodies was decent enough, materially, anyways. She was still Eimi, Jun’s dumb broad of a sister, and Wes was always going to stay dead. Her coming of age had literally been some brainwashed black market con-job. She could go home and look her parents in the eyes and tell them about the time she killed a few guys with the press of several buttons and a click from behind the sanctity of her computer screen or how she almost killed Jun instead of turning his body in for a bounty. She was a criminal, a murderer. There really was no going back. She wasn’t a prodigal daughter; there was no fatted calf; and everything her family had worked so hard for: God, she [i]was[/i] a dumb broad (not that she was about to admit it out loud). At least, she's got music to drown her out… and now, [i]The Absolute Magnitude[/i]. [/hider][/hider][/indent] [color=934641][u][b]Strengths[/b][/u][/color] [indent][color=934641][i]Sly[/i][/color] She only started pick-pocketing at a decent enough age to know a thing or two about quick, sticky fingers. She’s a real space pirate, just look at her swanky clothing. No, but really, she’s not just a key puncher that gets in-and-out as quickly as possible, she’s careful about it, too. In fact, if she wasn’t so goddamn blunt and honest, her slyness might be somewhat threatening. Just look what her brother did with his cunning nature. [color=934641][i]Technology Specialist[/i][/color] She's got decent problem solving skills, so tinkering and fiddling with gadgets are all fair play. Plus, her father was a Licensed Tech Dealer. What could she not know? (A bit, but hey -- no one's perfect, and that's not saying she ain't a specialist.) In regards to things like hacking -- this is generally when Eimi turns up her music. There’s nothing like racing through the back door and robbing the system blind. Sometimes, she’ll even have an after-hack smoke. [color=934641][i]Curious[/i][/color] Her curiosity could either be a pro or a con, but she prefers to think of it as a positive characteristic (given her sly nature). It seems like a decent trait to have when socializing, escaping from a tight situation, or treasure hunting. It kind of adds a similar seasoning like bravery or courage to her apathetically held face. As well, if she wasn’t curious, how would she ever get out of all those sticky situations she keeps hacking into? [color=934641][i]Honest[/i][/color] Even though Eimi comes off as hasty or snarky, she is a bit of a blunt truth seeker. To say she’ll never tell a lie would be a lie in itself. She’s a flawed creature just like the rest of ‘em. With that said, she thinks playing with sugar-coated bullshit seems like an inefficient waste of time, anyways. If you want her thoughts or reasoning, Eimi will beat the bush as many times as she deems necessary as opposed to skirting the issue or missing the mark. So yes, Eimi will tell it how it is (from her standpoint, ‘cause that’s probably the best she can do). However, if she truthfully needs to withhold information in exchange for something she can’t get any other way, she might just do so.[/indent] [color=934641][u][b]Weaknesses[/b][/u][/color] [indent][color=934641][i]Nosy[/i][/color] She’s not just curious, but she is also nosy and has the tendency to ask inappropriate questions in a careless pursuit to know more about a person. She’s also fair game for pretending to listen to her headphones but actually be eavesdropping on a conversation. If they didn’t wanna be heard, why would they make it so easy for her to hear them? She wouldn’t go so far as to snoop through someone’s room, but that’s not to say she wouldn’t tinker given the [i]golden[/i] opportunity. [color=934641][i]Impatient[/i][/color] Maybe if Eimi had more patience she would have actually mastered some program or wouldn’t ruddy poke at people’s personal information or [i]something[/i], but such is not the case. So, here she is on [i]The Absolute Magnitude,[/i] attempting to piece together everyone’s stories like she’ll never understand her own without knowing everything about everyone else, first. Likewise, Eimi can be rash or careless, and her curiosity does not always help to edge some of those dark or angsty impulses. So far, her recklessness hasn’t gotten herself killed, yet, but that’s not to say her backstory proves it to be useful. [color=934641][i]Selfish[/i][/color] Sure, Eimi is honest and wants to get to know everyone, and yes, she is even out there bounty hunting, capturing criminals for the good of society. Hell, she even holds a bitter grudge against her selfish brother (Who woulda thought?). However, at the end of the day, she’s really just doing it for herself, and if she ends up helping people along the way — hey, more power to her. Unfortunately, she’ll save herself before putting her neck on the line. She’s not actually trying to get herself killed; it’s the other guy she’s trying to kill. So, if she does put her neck on the line, she probably has a really good reason. [color=934641][i]Offensive[/i][/color] Operating consoles isn't necessarily the job for a defensive person. It could be, but all defense and no offense is definitely bad strategy. However, in all seriousness, Eimo aims to kill not wound, and this little knack comes at a price along side of how honesty isn't always nice. So, Eimo’s strong point really isn't particularly in polite manners or thinking. That's not how you get the job done, especially as moody teenager. With that said, losing a wits battle has always been a peeve, so a gruff attitude can easily be unveiled to shield the intellectual blows (she’s not a dumb broad, right?). Unfortunately, her temperament or annoyed, careless attitude is definitely a present fixture on her face, which is not the most pleasant thing to have in close quarters. That's not to say she's always getting into fights -- just look at her general complacency, and besides, music is medicine for the soul. Why else would she be so addicted to her headphones? Oh yeah, because she hates herself.[/indent][/hider]