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Yeah... I come from a police and military dominated family myself. Sorta did my research.
Art's CS said Occupation
Police Officer; Special Victims Unit
Looks like she is.
More specifically, she's a Lieutenant and she is in charge of the Special Victims Unit.
“I am a peaceful person. I don't believe in senseless violence or torture towards any living creature. But when you bring yourself to rape, murder, molest, and beat another creature... You become subhuman in my eyes. If I had it my way, I'd put a fucking bullet in your stomach and watch you bleed out.”
☆Lieutenant Talamantez to a suspect
Name
Armonía Rosa Talamantez
Alias
Baby Beast, BB, Art, Lieutenant Smiles-A-Lot, and Ro among other things.
Rank
Lieutenant
Age
33
Occupation
Police Officer; Special Victims Unit
Years On
5
Place of Birth
Dallas, Texas
Skills
♢Hand-to-hand combat; 15 years boxing, 12 years Krav Maga, 10 years Tae Kwon do training.
♢Investigation; Raised with a number of Criminal Investigators, Police Officers, G.I.s, and Lawyers, she's spent her life training. Her friendly demeanor often helps in getting victims to open up.
♢Firearms; Can handle many small firearms as well as military grade weaponry as well as identify them and tell you what you want to know about them.
♢Keen; Everything is a clue to her. She's very attentive to evidence presented, crime scenes, and the behavior and backgrounds of suspects.
♢Engineering & Construction; Four years of training.
Family
Edgar Talamantez (Father)
Maria Talamantez (Mother)
Eduardo Talamantez (Brother)
Emilio Talamantez (Brother)
Alejandro Talamantez (Brother)
Fernando Talamantez (Brother)
Ricardo Talamantez (Brother)
Ramiro Talamantez (Brother)
Personality
Nía is a pretty sweet young woman and always has a smile on her face. She has a strong sense of family values with a strict moral compass. She's very approachable and most people who meet her end up either liking her or being extremely annoyed by her, but either way she doesn't care much. She's very much the "one of the guys" type of girls who enjoys hanging out with her fellow law enforcers at the lake with their families, playing video games on the weekends, or heading out to the shooting range. She can often be found in the gym competing with them for physical fitness. When you piss her off, a simple apology will spare you physical pain, but she's the type to hold a grudge. At work, she's very focused and has a one track mind. When it comes to sexual assault victims she gets overprotective and while nothing has made it on official records, she has a history of getting violent with violent offenders. Especially when children are involved. Outside of work she's extremely fun and can be a bit wild, never the designated driver for any reason.
History
The last of seven children, Armonía was her mother's prayers answered. Or that's what Maria thought. While she wanted to dress her daughter up with pretty bows and dresses and put her in pageants until the day she died, Nía had different plans. She was a daddy's girl through and through and would rather head to the shooting range or go hunting than walk a runway and smile. She came from a family that was male dominated and her aunts were disappointed when she would wrestle in the mud with her brothers and cousins rather than help with cooking. She eventually made room in her schedule for domestic skills but most of her time was spent becoming a weapon of mass destruction. She was involved in many sports at school, her father taking them to court when they first denied her a spot on the football and wrestling teams because she was a female. She was seventeen when she graduated and entered the Marines for Field 13, Engineer, Construction, Facilities, and Equipment. She wasn't allowed in Infantry and figured that she could pick up new skills there. In four years years she made Sergeant and eventually joined the Criminal Investigation Division, assigned to work with NCIS. She kept that MOS for six more years before resigning as a Captain. She moved back to Dallas and stayed a while before she ended up moving to Boston. She had initially gone to meet an old war pal of hers but ended up staying when Kayla was found, raped and murdered, and the police department failed to find Kayla's killer. It's been five years and she's still searching.
Extra
| She refuses to ever admit that she was in any sort of beauty pageant |
| She still has all of her old photos, trophies, medals, and ribbons and will sometimes compete with her local dojo if she can |
| She's allergic to daisies and banana peppers and peanuts |
| She won't admit that she can play piano and guitar |
| Her singing has been said to drive suspects to insanity |
| Her favorite teams are the Dallas Cowboys, Miami Heat, Boston Red Sox, and Mexico's National Football Team (El Tricolor) |
| She has two cats and two dogs |
| She drives a black and white Kawasaki Ninja sometimes but mostly her Dodge Charger |
| She doesn't like talking about politics or what happened while she was deployed or working for NCIS |
You know that I'm in, love. :)
I think we can manage ;)
Nía glanced up at the sound of her drunken friend shouting for her, lifting a single brow. She had been in this situation with Mars but she was prepared this time. She gave a sly smile as she placed her bookmark and slid away from her seat in the shadows, pulling Marlowe to a chair. “Alright. Get that shirt off, amor!”
"Sweet cheeks, I already did.. do," Mars replied as he plopped down on the chair. Giving a look down at himself, he was sadly mistaken as the button up was still tightly fastened to his torso. "Oh, well, never mind, then. No wonder I didn't feel a weird breeze," he chimed.
Tossing the shirt to the side, he made a gesture over his chest oddly, looking down as he did. "I just want this giant thing on here, like a Kraken or a tiger or a tree... or something," Mars rambled, still staring at his chest, "I, uh, surprise me, Arts. Do you have chocolate? I'm craving chocolate. Do you get that when you get drunk? I'm like a pregnant lady when I'm drunk; I crave the weirdest things too. I think the last time I was drunk was with Ryan and I made him go to Walmart to get me some marshmallows, kale, and thai food mix so I could make something out of it. He came back with P.F. Chang's and I got so made at him because it wasn't Thai. Or is that Thai? 'm pretty sure P.F. Chang's is Chinese or like Veitnamese."
It had been years since Art had been around a drunken Marlowe and she nearly forgot just how hilarious he was. There was a small smirk of amusement flickering over her lips as he gestured to his chest, demanding some behemoth artwork before rambling. “I wouldn't know. You know I don't eat non-organic food. Now, sit still.” She hummed to herself as she inspected her friend before grabbing him and turning him sideways. “There. There shall be our canvas. And you're not getting the Kraken. Or a tree. Or some hideous thing passed as beauty. You'll get something fitting.”
She moved back to the table, pulling the chair behind her. She took a seat in her own chair and slipped on fresh gloves before working to apply a clean needle. “What do you think of a re-envisioned imagining of the surface of Mars? It'll be like you; Sweet, gentle, kind, beautiful, and full of life, meaning, and color.”
There was something of a groan as Marlowe flipped to his side, suddenly forgetting what he'd originally suggested. He raised a brow at Art's mention of a Kraken, to which he swerved his head to the side to look at her. "Ooh, a Kraken, good idea Art," he mumbled, almost missing her actual suggestion, "Ooh, Mars, good idea Art. What about you do this thing where it's like, uh—no, no, I'm not getting anywhere. Girl, you do you and I'll lay here in my drool." Mars gave her a smirk, though he didn't quite understand why and turned over. "What if you put Marvin the Martian on my face? On my face. Oh, and how are you?"
Marlowe was just too much. Too cute. Art couldn't contain her smile as her friend rambled on. “Yeah. I'll do me and you... You can have Marvin. Just...not on your face, querido.” She gently turned his head so that he wasn't grinning that goofy grin at her while she worked. His crazy chatters were enough. She didn't want to mess up his ink. “You're drunk so it shouldn't hurt too much. But it's on your side so it might. And I am fantastic. Feels good to be back. How are you?” She managed to keep her voice light and inviting, using her power to create an air of ease, comfort, and distraction as she normally did to ease the tattoo pains. Her hand moved fluidly as she began the outline on his ribs, her hair pulling back and out of her way on its own. "I'm drunk, which doesn't happen much," he responded to her question, "I guess that means I'm not doing too well, but I if that's the case, then I'm glad I don't remember. Actually, I remember why, I just don't feel like talkin' bout it yet. People are assholes, Art. You've gotta just punch 'em and be done with it, you know?" She gave a light smile and a nod in return. “I know, MarsBar.”
Being drunk, he'd not noticed Art starting up her work, especially with the distraction she provided him. Drunk Marlowe had a flucuating attention span and the display Art was making did enough to keep him from noticing the pain of the needle drilling into his bone and muscle. He grinned wider, looking up at Armonia an asking, "So, when ya gonna start?" He looked down, noticing her focused gaze on his side and following her moving arm to the needle on his side, "Oh, you already did." Mars gave a small squirm at the sight of her physically tattooing him; the pain that followed was sharp for a second before it was dulled by the alcohol in his system. "Maybe I shouldn't have looked. Is it going to be colorful? Oh, you said that. I like colorful. Teal and turquoise are my favorite colors, how 'bout you?" He questioned, staring at Art now as he rested his head on his hands and continued goofily smiling at her.
It was easy to forget the drama of the past couple of days when she was so happy. She paused to take a sip of her whiskey, eyeballing him with a tickled expression. “I have no favorites.” She went back to working on the tattoo, her hand moving impossibly fast. The artist spoke softly as she did, every so often pausing. “You know me. Between light and art, I'm all about colors. The beauty of colors is their ability to convey and instill emotions. Like music. But there is beauty in silence and darkness as well. If you know how to find it.” Mars replied, giving her a goofy smile, "Are you secretly telling me to stop yappin'?"
“Nope. Just answering your question.” It'd been a busy week and he'd just realized there was no time in that to rest and relax—no respite for the X-men. With being inebriated and mentally exhausted, this was a good time to let loose for Mars and it showed in the way he laid there, in spite of everything that just occurred not thirty minutes ago. Alcohol was a great way to forget.
"I'm going to regret this and everything else, aren't I?" he looked back at her as he spoke, but gave no indication that he wanted her to stop, "I guess when you're drunk, it's impossible to say no to life."
“Not at all. Nobody ever regrets Apollo Art.”
♤♡♢♧
Art took a step back to admire Mars' new ink with a look of satisfaction. She had even given her drunken friend a cute little Marvin the Martian on his left arm. “I'll give you the rundown on proper care tomorrow.” She properly bandaged the now sensitive skin, temporarily hiding the body art. “Now, if you'll excuse me, my darling.” She kissed her friend on his forehead, ruffling his hair before taking off downstairs. It didn't take long to hit the dance floor with the students, busting out a few moves on her way through the crowd to Freddie. “I think I'm going to need some help with Marlowe. A few more drinks and he's going to be on his ass.” There was still a hint of smile on her face as she spoke above the music - Which was admittedly better than usual club music.
"Sweet cheeks, I already did.. do," Mars replied as he plopped down on the chair. Giving a look down at himself, he was sadly mistaken as the button up was still tightly fastened to his torso. "Oh, well, never mind, then. No wonder I didn't feel a weird breeze," he chimed.
Tossing the shirt to the side, he made a gesture over his chest oddly, looking down as he did. "I just want this giant thing on here, like a Kraken or a tiger or a tree... or something," Mars rambled, still staring at his chest, "I, uh, surprise me, Arts. Do you have chocolate? I'm craving chocolate. Do you get that when you get drunk? I'm like a pregnant lady when I'm drunk; I crave the weirdest things too. I think the last time I was drunk was with Ryan and I made him go to Walmart to get me some marshmallows, kale, and thai food mix so I could make something out of it. He came back with P.F. Chang's and I got so made at him because it wasn't Thai. Or is that Thai? 'm pretty sure P.F. Chang's is Chinese or like Veitnamese."
It had been years since Art had been around a drunken Marlowe and she nearly forgot just how hilarious he was. There was a small smirk of amusement flickering over her lips as he gestured to his chest, demanding some behemoth artwork before rambling. “I wouldn't know. You know I don't eat non-organic food. Now, sit still.” She hummed to herself as she inspected her friend before grabbing him and turning him sideways. “There. There shall be our canvas. And you're not getting the Kraken. Or a tree. Or some hideous thing passed as beauty. You'll get something fitting.”
She moved back to the table, pulling the chair behind her. She took a seat in her own chair and slipped on fresh gloves before working to apply a clean needle. “What do you think of a re-envisioned imagining of the surface of Mars? It'll be like you; Sweet, gentle, kind, beautiful, and full of life, meaning, and color.”
There was something of a groan as Marlowe flipped to his side, suddenly forgetting what he'd originally suggested. He raised a brow at Art's mention of a Kraken, to which he swerved his head to the side to look at her. "Ooh, a Kraken, good idea Art," he mumbled, almost missing her actual suggestion, "Ooh, Mars, good idea Art. What about you do this thing where it's like, uh—no, no, I'm not getting anywhere. Girl, you do you and I'll lay here in my drool." Mars gave her a smirk, though he didn't quite understand why and turned over. "What if you put Marvin the Martian on my face? On my face. Oh, and how are you?"
Marlowe was just too much. Too cute. Art couldn't contain her smile as her friend rambled on. “Yeah. I'll do me and you... You can have Marvin. Just...not on your face, querido.” She gently turned his head so that he wasn't grinning that goofy grin at her while she worked. His crazy chatters were enough. She didn't want to mess up his ink. “You're drunk so it shouldn't hurt too much. But it's on your side so it might. And I am fantastic. Feels good to be back. How are you?” She managed to keep her voice light and inviting, using her power to create an air of ease, comfort, and distraction as she normally did to ease the tattoo pains. Her hand moved fluidly as she began the outline on his ribs, her hair pulling back and out of her way on its own. "I'm drunk, which doesn't happen much," he responded to her question, "I guess that means I'm not doing too well, but I if that's the case, then I'm glad I don't remember. Actually, I remember why, I just don't feel like talkin' bout it yet. People are assholes, Art. You've gotta just punch 'em and be done with it, you know?" She gave a light smile and a nod in return. “I know, MarsBar.”
Being drunk, he'd not noticed Art starting up her work, especially with the distraction she provided him. Drunk Marlowe had a flucuating attention span and the display Art was making did enough to keep him from noticing the pain of the needle drilling into his bone and muscle. He grinned wider, looking up at Armonia an asking, "So, when ya gonna start?" He looked down, noticing her focused gaze on his side and following her moving arm to the needle on his side, "Oh, you already did." Mars gave a small squirm at the sight of her physically tattooing him; the pain that followed was sharp for a second before it was dulled by the alcohol in his system. "Maybe I shouldn't have looked. Is it going to be colorful? Oh, you said that. I like colorful. Teal and turquoise are my favorite colors, how 'bout you?" He questioned, staring at Art now as he rested his head on his hands and continued goofily smiling at her.
It was easy to forget the drama of the past couple of days when she was so happy. She paused to take a sip of her whiskey, eyeballing him with a tickled expression. “I have no favorites.” She went back to working on the tattoo, her hand moving impossibly fast. The artist spoke softly as she did, every so often pausing. “You know me. Between light and art, I'm all about colors. The beauty of colors is their ability to convey and instill emotions. Like music. But there is beauty in silence and darkness as well. If you know how to find it.” Mars replied, giving her a goofy smile, "Are you secretly telling me to stop yappin'?"
“Nope. Just answering your question.” It'd been a busy week and he'd just realized there was no time in that to rest and relax—no respite for the X-men. With being inebriated and mentally exhausted, this was a good time to let loose for Mars and it showed in the way he laid there, in spite of everything that just occurred not thirty minutes ago. Alcohol was a great way to forget.
"I'm going to regret this and everything else, aren't I?" he looked back at her as he spoke, but gave no indication that he wanted her to stop, "I guess when you're drunk, it's impossible to say no to life."
“Not at all. Nobody ever regrets Apollo Art.”
Art took a step back to admire Mars' new ink with a look of satisfaction. She had even given her drunken friend a cute little Marvin the Martian on his left arm. “I'll give you the rundown on proper care tomorrow.” She properly bandaged the now sensitive skin, temporarily hiding the body art. “Now, if you'll excuse me, my darling.” She kissed her friend on his forehead, ruffling his hair before taking off downstairs. It didn't take long to hit the dance floor with the students, busting out a few moves on her way through the crowd to Freddie. “I think I'm going to need some help with Marlowe. A few more drinks and he's going to be on his ass.” There was still a hint of smile on her face as she spoke above the music - Which was admittedly better than usual club music.
We are most certainly still accepting! :)
Six and I are working on a Mars x Art collab.
Six.
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That sounds like something she would do. I can see it, lol.
But other than her harassing her X-Men prospects with surprise tests and fights, other learning experiences will be...experienced.
Such as witnessing powerful mutants putting their skills together for something incredible. Like rising an island and maintaining its ecosystem. They could all learn more about hippy peace and harmony. More bonding. Viewing human/mutant sociology from a different side of the spectrum.
But other than her harassing her X-Men prospects with surprise tests and fights, other learning experiences will be...experienced.
Such as witnessing powerful mutants putting their skills together for something incredible. Like rising an island and maintaining its ecosystem. They could all learn more about hippy peace and harmony. More bonding. Viewing human/mutant sociology from a different side of the spectrum.
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