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"But are you being two faced to us too?" Halia said with an amused tone. "And if so, then what are you hiding from the boss? From us?"

Taking a moment to shake her head, she let out a snort.

"Of course Ogre was weak, but he was also powerful. His danger didn't lie in the fact that he was strong in any way, but because if you pissed him off you'd get arrested on some trumped up charge and executed. Of course, the system's rigged, so really, what could you do?

Although I guess he wasn't prepared for an assassination group at all. No amount of blackmailing and falsifying crime will ever save him from those kind of thugs."
Name: Iris Mavelline
Appearance:



Age: 23
Species: Human
Gender: Female

Personality: Helpful and cheerful in public, Iris is someone who seems to try and be happy and befriend people even who are blatantly insulting her. She will always try to help or be of use to the point of even annoyance. It could be said that she tries too hard to be liked, and that makes her even more unlikable than she already was.

Bio: Born in the Orion Federation, a small, one system government wedged right in unexplored Imperium space, Iris and her nation group up completely ignorant of the Imperium of Man. Avoided by her peers since she as young for reasons no one could really understand, Iris was often the subject of bullying though out her school life. When she was fifteen, she was attacked in the halls and left in a wheelchair, which only deepened her desire to just find a goddamn friend. Why did everyone dislike her so much anyways?

Upon graduating, she was unable to find employment anywhere due to both her status as a cripple and due to her inherent repulsiveness. She boarded a space vessel bound a neighbouring moon in hopes of finding a low ranking administrative job there, but the shuttle never made it. Instead, it brought her to this strange land, where, away form everything she knew, she must start over.

Abilities:

Blank - the ability to nullify psychic abilities based in the warp. This trait also makes her inherently repulsive to humans.
(For the purposes of the RP this ability has been extended to the Force)

Universe of Origin: Warhammer 40k
At Kotaro's comments, Halia could not help but chuckle.

"Did you just say moments ago that hobbies have a point? Seconds later, you go ahead and call someone else's hobby junk. If I was a crueler person, I would say that's quite hypocritical of you." she said even as her eyes turned away from Kotaro and looked around at the monastary and the sky, trying to take in some of the wonder of the beauty of life that the monastary's position was said to inspire.

"Although I would say I could do with a mission myself. I keep myself busy around here because I believe that idleness bred weakness, and that every little thing counts - but some things count more than others, if you know what I mean"
"Ah," Halia nodded, stopping right in her tracks as she passed Kotaro at the front entrance and responding to him as if they had been in conversation the entire time instead of replying to him for the first time, "But a hobby implies that I'm only doing something for the sake of doing it. I think my time would be much better spent if I were to do something productive."

Turning an giving him a polite bow, she finally decided to make the customary greetings.

"Hello, Kotaro. How are you today? Don't worry, you got my name right."

Quick question: Is it morning?
Hmm... I probably won't edit. I figured that Halia will have to pass the main gate to go to the rivers, so yee.
That is, assuming they actually use the river for laundry and don't have washing machines somewhere
I wonder if I should Edit so Halia isn't going towards the river...
I Posted, I suppose. I wasn't exactly sure where to start ;;
When she was a bodyguard, there was a clear order. There was a master, a charge or a client to protect and she either stuck by their side and scared away everyone from potential harassers to possible assassins. Here, however, she was surrounded by equals - theoretically - and that thought made her feel strange.

Hiding her discomfort, however, Halia was in her room within the complex, examining herself in a mirror and making sure that her appearance was up to the standard she demanded of herself. Her clothes were clean and neatly ironed, her hair was not a mess and her knives were polished to a sheen - not that anyone would see that, but it would still have been improper for her to have her knives rusty. The things that blood did to a blade.

Checking the pocket watch that was her imperial arm, Halia figured that she had spent enough time in her room. Closing the watch and pocketing it, she headed out and prepared to head throughout the entire monastary, in the order of the laundry river, the kitchens and the general cleaning to see if there was anything she could pitch an extra hand to. Anything she could do to keep herself busy.

Patience may be a virtue, but idleness bred weakness.
I edited some things into Halia's sheet; namely that Accel takes the shape of a pocket watch, that she has been with Salvation for three years and that she has a strange habit.
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