Synopsis
The silent winds are the ones whose cuts are deepest.
Description
Kiev, Russia
Eva Valentinovich Kopytina
Female
Nineteen
Dark Brown Eyes
Jet Black Hair
Five foot three inches
Very small and very thin, but still slightly muscular.
Personality
The Good
True
Though sometimes this feature of mine makes it seem as if I am excessively blunt, I prefer to be truthful to all people. I would like to think that never telling a lie is the best way to go, but the fact of the matter is that the truth hurts.
Agile
In the world of Nonu Maihel Online, I lunged into the rogue class to build up my agility and evasiveness. This physical agility comes in handy whilst fighting, but I have a kind of agile mouth that also serves its purpose well. Thinking fast, I believe it's called.
Rational
This is good and bad at the same time. It's good because I constantly have a clear mind to think -- I've never done anything so extremely irrational before. Feelings never get in the way. Yet, that's the very reason that this quality is so horrible. I think I've begun to forget how to act on emotions.
The Bad
Feisty Temper
I'm always one to instigate a fight, since I'm always the one making snarky comments. After a few moments of being snarky, I can turn into a real devil, and no one wants to mess with the devil when the fire is burning. When I become angered, even allies can be injured.
Emotionless
To be honest, it is difficult for me to determine how I feel in regards to emotion. Anger is something that is easy to distinguish. Everything else... not so much. That being said, be careful with your sarcasm. Chances are that I'll stare at you like a complete idiot for a few minutes.
Distrustful
In this day and age, and after my accident, I cannot trust a single soul with anything. Allies are rare for me, mostly because I push everyone away. Sometimes, this is perfect. Other times, it is far from perfect and results in my near-death experiences. Someday, I hope to overcome the urge to trust no one. It'll be a long and arduous journey for me.
Equipment / Abilities
Class: Rouge > Assassin
Weapons: A
Tonfa made from light-weight metals and a smooth grip.
Abilities: Mixed Martial Arts, tonfa use, running, sneaking, pickpocketing
Specialities: Being able to channel winds through the tonfa
History
My life in Russia was one of splendor. After the Soviet Union fell, my ancestors had accumulated enough money and power to be able to escape the relentless bloodbath that occurred every single day. With such wealth in their hands, every generation after had enough money to keep them going for the rest of their lives.
My parents succumbed to the power of wealth very easily.Their puny lives revolved around absolutely nothing. They never did anything with their lives. Instead of working, they stayed at home and managed their prissy attire and appearances. Never once have I seen them with a hair out of place.
Unfortunately, I had no such desires. Even as a little girl, all I wanted to do was go to school, go to college, and then get a job. I wanted to frolic in the rain and get dirty with the rowdy boys around the block. I wanted to live.
Only by my own bribery and trickery did I manage to weasel in private tutors. With their undying assistance, I became knowledgable in many of the humanities and various sciences, and, with their help, I applied to several top-notch universities in Moscow. Of course against my parents' wishes.
I was never able to go to college.
A little less than a week before I received my acceptance letter to the University of Moscow, my "family friends" had put a certain idea in my head: we should all go to a big fancy party, alone, and rent our own car service, etc. Typically, I never went to any social gatherings. However, they constantly pestered me about going to college. Eventually, the idea stuck, so I started to call it a going-away party. I left all the messy work to my friends -- buying fancy suits, buying fancy dresses, renting some kind of limousine. I was already itching to get out of that frilly, pink potato sack while we sat in the chauffeured limousine. I twitched once - A smack on the wrist by one. I twitched twice - a glare from one of the men. I twitched one more time - it was the last movement I ever made.
I remember almost nothing of the incident, but the police reports told me quite enough.
The chauffeur was drunk to the point of no return, and it wasn't the first time. My friends had not noticed, or possibly did not care enough to check if the service they ordered was reliable. If they so much as checked for a second, the ensuing accident involving us and two other SUVs wouldn't have occurred.
None of them suffered any serious injuries...
But I shall not be able to move my body for the rest of my life.
Thoughts -- This game allows me to be free once again. Even if I cannot move my real body, this game lets me live an alternate life in which my limbs function as they should; in which I can run free again. I joined only for this - not for the battles or the teamwork.
Dreams - My only dream is for someone to figure out how to fix a quadriplegic. But, we all know it won't happen.
Extra
Personal Preferences
What do I even say here? I'm not sure.
I prefer to be a solo player. It is not the best of methods to play this game, but I've never been able to work well with others. I enjoy springtime weather - the best place to be during the spring is by the side of a lake or river, watching the life sprout and grow right in front of your eyes. Oddly enough, I have a sweet tooth, so I enjoy some sweet foods. Ah, the little things in life.
Precious Item
A set of black leather gloves. They were given to me by an old friend when he left for college two years before I was supposed to. He was a very kind and gentle soul. I looked up to him as the brother I never had. He left for college a while back, and there is no word on how he is faring, so I assume the worst. This is all I have left of him. Horrible that I cannot even wear them now.
Face Claim -- Yuffie Kisaragi, female, Final Fantasy
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