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Halo: Time of War

Name, Rank: Cyan McFarley, Sergeant

Psychological Assessment:
It has been observed that Cyan is quite socialable, and tends to converse as much as she can with colleges, and with civilians, on and off duty. She appears to show interest in any new culture or languages that she discovers. Some of her friends [NAMES DISCLOSED] have described this as a 'magical gift', however it has been discovered that it was simply because of her past. Cyan is described to be jokeful in-operation, however this is within normal operational standards and is not a problem. She has a light hate for insurrectionists, however facts indicate that her multi-lingual/multi-cultural mind finds reason with them. This does not, however, interfere with her career.

Medical Record and Evaluation: (biographical information, medical history and physical condition)
Caucasian woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, twenty six years old, and with a small scar just above her ankle. Born in Scotland on Earth.

Developed asthma at a young age, but grew out of it quickly. It is now completely gone.

Is known to weight lift and jog, and has a very high endurance.

Career Service Vitae: (civilian background and military service record)
Cyan was born in Scotland, on Earth, with family that moved a lot around Earth and even moved planets twice, once to Harvest, and then dropped back to Earth again. This required her to learn a variety of cultures and languages in order to be suited in her new location.

Joined the marines at nineteen, after completing primary and secondary school. Cyan received field-analyst training, which was granted to her because of her multi-lingual state and her ability to learn new languages and cultures at a fast rate.

Served several years, on the second of which she volunteered for the ODSTs, and the sixth of which she was promoted to her current rank, Sergeant. Currently in training for Delta-Seven operations. Recommended as a field-analyst and lingual-specialist.

Wings of Liberty (Clock & Data)

He keeps on calling me princess. Sweet, but I would prefer if he didn't.

Cyan watched as the man fingered at words carved into the wall, each one telling many stories of suffering. As the man spoke his next sentence, she turned and stared at him for a few moments. Cyan wondered if he was a bit ill brained, or perhaps simply noticed the inhuman features on her body. Sure, she didn't have her claws out, clawing at anything (however she really did to tear at something), however he should clearly be able to see her ears, and perhaps her tail, too. Or maybe he had already guessed she was thrown in because of those, and was simply pressing to see if she had done anything else, Cyan had a quick flashback, her vision now that of her past, ramming into the side of a building, and then tearing up what was inside of it, in a larger, more destructive form than she was in right now, before looting the place for food.

"Jaywalking." Cyan finally said, her gaze now focused on the hard ground. It was a lie, but then, she refused to tell the truth. She didn't know how many people were in the building, however she was told she had killed three while she had sat the inevitable court case, the one that sentenced her to the ship she was now aboard. While her face remained facing the ground, her eyes rotated upward, watching the man, who was in the middle of announcing his name... Edoric. He was of the Libris family, one which Cyan had definitely heard of.

"Well... Mister Edoric, do they ever give you anything in this cell block?" Cyan believed that her question was rhetorical. It looked almost as if everyone in this cell block was suffering. "I mean, I could do with a scratching post." In her previous cell, Cyan had a scratching post, placed by a guard who had seen her distress at having nothing in her cell. Cyan moved to the bars of the cell to look out, but suddenly jumped back with a tiny yelp as a guard came trotting along, running his baton against the bars of the cell, giving her a fright.

saeculum // sci-fi adventure

I just typed a lot (Well for me). Jeesh.
And I hate timezones.

saeculum // sci-fi adventure

The shuttle bounced as it descended to the planet's surface, bobbing through the events of entering the atmosphere. The shuttle had five Zenohunt marines inside, as well as one girl that looked entirely out of place in her civilian clothes. Every so often, the girl would see a marine take a glance at her, and then go on whispering to the marine next to him. They were all wondering why such a girl was on board a military shuttle, however they did not question it, especially not with the annoyed glare of their sergeant which shot their way every time they decided to speak about her.

The admiral had overdone it a little. While there had been normal cabins free, it had appeared that she was assigned the VIP cabin on the way to this planet, Derberus. Instead of most of her clients, when Cyan had been contacted by a Zenohunt fleet admiral and offered money for taking out a target, she had worked for a few favours, which she knew would come in a lot more handy than some cash. Being able to ask a Zenohunt admiral for a few things (within reason, of course), that was much more of a prize than a few jumps of the decimal point in Cyan's bank account.

So, when Cyan had contacted the admiral, asking for transport to the planet Derberus, he had sent an encrypted message back, stating that she could board the UZF Moonquester, that had happened to be passing the planet that she had been on at the time. It had been a stroke of luck, as waiting for a ship could mean that she would be terribly late for... What she was supposed to attend.

"Thank you for flying with Moonquester airlines. Please take all thermonuclear devices with you. All such devices left behind will be taken and transferred to the next bomber flight, who will deposit of them. Thank you."

Cyan couldn't help but giggle a little at the pilot's announcement, making a few of the marines glance at her and smile. Even their sergeant couldn't help but give a little smile at her cute giggle. As the tail ramp eased open, Cyan exited the shuttle and made her way at a light jog into the building awaiting her, waving goodbye to the marines as they went their own way. Outside of the building, she found a terminal, and quickly memorized a map of the local area before heading to her destination; The police building.

The Zenohunt girl began jogging again, the building not that far away. As she made her way toward it, she couldn't help but notice how horrible the place was. Hoodlums on every street corner, a man with a purse running away from someone, and she even saw someone at knifepoint in an alleyway: She quickly ran past, not wanting to be included in such matters.

Finally, after around half an hour, plus leaving someone covered in scratches, and someone else with a fair few bruises (thanks to her snapstick), Cyan had arrived at her destination. She stared up at the building, before looking back down. Perhaps the reason she had almost (well, almost was a complete overstatement) been mugged twice, probably raped if they had gotten the better of her, was the fact that she looked like a nice, innocent, cute cat girl in her cute clothing. Strangely enough, that was the way she liked it. If she looked all cute and innocent, she would be underestimated by her foes.

A smile on her face, the Zenohunt strolled toward the entrance of the police station, walking in and glancing around, trying to figure out where to go. Probably the meeting room, as she had been informed in the message she had received what felt like forever ago. She began her stroll by walking toward a completely randomly chosen door, and opening it, walking in. Apparently, it appeared to be the right way, as there were weren't any civilians in here, by the look of it. She continued walking, searching all the doors, looking for a meeting room.

It seemed that being innocent had it's disadvantage, as a police officer walked toward her, looked her up and down before asking, "Miss, are you meant to be here?" Cyan looked up and stared at him for a few moments, before nodding. "Yes. I am here for a meeting. Or have I gotten the wrong time." The police officer looked her up and down once again, his face looking grim. Clearly, he knew about the meeting, but was wondering why such an innocent lady was going to it. "The meeting room is this way," the officer finally says, turning and walking toward a doorway, which had a lady who looked half-metal beside it. He opened the door, and held it open as she stepped in. "Thank you," She says to the officer, before taking a seat. She now went silent, eyeing the woman sitting down and the snake-like other in the room.

saeculum // sci-fi adventure

Y'aarr, I'll be the beauty Cyan, at yer service, cap'n!

saeculum // sci-fi adventure

@Blackbeard You are accepted! I may have one more person joining, so I'm going to hold off the RP for just a bit to see what they say.

@Mysaren

You could always start typing the IC, and then they can jump in when they are ready. It ain't as if we are gonna jump to action the second we start...

...Right? XD

saeculum // sci-fi adventure

Awesome! I can't wait for Cyan to tease people, to giggle, to smile, to stab, to shoot... Yeah... Fun...

saeculum // sci-fi adventure

Thanks! So, when is the IC going to start? ^_^

saeculum // sci-fi adventure

Thanks for the help! It seems I didn't need to reserve a slot after all, I already finished my CS!

saeculum // sci-fi adventure

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: Cyan Roseberry

NICKNAME//TITLE: Cyan, Kitten,

HEIGHT//WEIGHT: 5"9 (5 foot 9 inch) // 137 pounds

RACE//RACIAL EXPLANATION: Zenohunt; Basically, religious half-animal people (the race is actually made up quite well, but I can't get the files at time of writing).

BASIC APPEARANCE:
Cyan is a Zenohunt with cat ears and a cat tail, as well as extendable claws.

INVENTORY

WEAPONRY:
-Electronic-Snapstick: a Zenohunt tool used by the Police for crowd control, and used by some Zenohunts for dueling, however it has the additional use of interacting with electronic surfaces that it comes into contact with. It can be used to overload small electronic circuits, as well as to fight with. The stick folds in half to be in a more compact size.
-D134-5 "Pocket"pistol (two of these): A more modern version of the previous D134 pistol, the D134-5 in now smaller and more compact, with enough charge to hold and fire a few more bullets (two more to the previous four, equaling a grand total of six more) than it used to be able to. Because of it's small size and great accuracy compared to other models, the D134-5 has been nicknamed the "Pocket" by many.
-Claws: Of course, Cyan's claws can be used as a weapon... To some extent.
-A loop of thin wire

ARMOUR: On occasion, Cyan will wear an equipment belt to hold some more items, and will sometimes wear body armour beneath her clothing.

BASIC INVENTORY:
-A pen and a pencil
-Some sticky notes
-A waterproof and shockproof watch complete with a stopwatch and an alarm
-A tiny earpiece for communication

OTHER: Cyan's way of killing is more in the charming way of things. She can get away with things by acting cute and giggly in front of her target, before silently killing him.