Post by Stardust on Oct 2, 2015 16:29:22 GMT -8
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Shia looks somewhat buff, for a lady. Her frame is sturdy and muscular, from the extensive training and augmenting that she had received over the years. Often wearing thick, covering winter clothes, she could be easily mistaken for a man, if you haven't noticed her eyes, or hair. Her skin tone is light-brown, due to her being a native to the Middle East. Her eyes are of sky-blue color. Under the bandages, she looks much younger than she really is - hardly anyone would give her more than 21.
Her upper half of the body is always covered in bandages, and her face is always shrouded by them. Underneath the bandages lies an intricate pattern of surgical scars, mixed with scars left from fire. Her face had been once burned, and although most of it healed, some marks have remained as a reminder of that.
On her shoulder the girl has a tattoo, number 33.
Shia is an odd person. A lot of things about her are strange and cunning ... but mostly strange. From the way she looks, to the way she talks, to how she acts, sometimes. She always makes a long pause, before speaking to anyone, has a habit of staring, without blinking, and looking into others' eyes, making them feel uncomfortable, and sometimes speaks in a strange, sing-a-song fashion.
However, the girl is not mean-spirited. She's curious, at most, about other people, and does not seek to make others uncomfortable, on purpose. She likes to ask questions, and would never refuse to help another out, no matter how hard the task is. Which is why quite a few who know of this trait would take advantage of it - Shia would not say 'No' to a request of assistance, which often grows to her doing all the work on her own. The girl likes to think of herself as a good friend because of this.
She likes technology, and can fix a lot of things with only the simplest of tools. To her, knowledge of complex computers and mechanical devices seems to come naturally. However, she's an absolute failure when it comes to explaining what she is doing - the girl fails to recall the names of all the parts she fixed and placed, and prefers to refer to them as 'this round thing' or 'that weird cog-shaped thing'.
Shia does not like to be in a large crowd. In small groups, she would talk and ask many questions, but when placed within a large crowd she tends to either blend in or hide somewhere, until the crowd dissipates. She would try to avoid large agglomerations of people, if it is possible.
Shia has mental issues, due to her rather traumatic background. She's very self-conscious about her appearance, and wears bandages over her face because she thinks she's ugly. While the wounds underneath have long since healed, and what remained does not look that bad, she would freak out if someone tries to remove the wrappings around her face.
The girl is a non-violent, non-combative sort, and tends to accept people with all of their flaws. However, she does have a few peeves, such as when her competence is being questioned. She gets easily flustered when receiving compliments, however she doesn't welcome someone being overly nice, viewing it as a sign of pity, or thinking that the person in question might be joking.
Shia loves her 'family' very much. However, she does feel a certain detachment on their part, towards her, as if they don't love her as much, for a reason unknown to her. For those reasons, the girl tries desperately to make them more predisposed towards her, and sends many letters and gifts home, whenever she can. She's plagued by self-doubt, as she tries to be a good daughter, too. The real reasons for this, however, are hidden from her.
Lastly, Shia has a second side, which activates, when her life is in imminent danger. At that moment, the person we know as Shia takes the backseat, and Subject number 33 takes the wheel. When that happens, the girl's training resurfaces, turning her into a very dangerous and resourceful combatant. More physical changes include change of voice tone, which becomes sterner, not so happy and bubbly anymore. Beware.
Hameeda Afzal was born on September 1st, 29 years ago, in Baghdad, Iraq. An ordinary child, one of many. Her father worked at an oil rig, and her mother was a cashier in a store. They were very happy to have a child. A tragedy would befall her when she was very little - a year after Hameeda's birth, both of her parents would perish. A bomb, that exploded in the middle of Baghdad, and took the lives of more than a hundred people, claimed the lives of her mother and father as well.
The girl had been placed in an orphanage soon after. She grew up here, for a couple of years. Hameeda was a healthy child, never sick, not even in the stomach, and stronger than other children of her age. Her caregivers never had any trouble with her. When turned four, a family had appeared in her life. A man, and a woman, their faces kind. They wanted to adopt the girl. Hameeda did not really want to leave the orphanage, where she made friends with other children, but her caregivers had promised her a better, more exciting life. They were wrong, very very wrong.
The nice people that have adopted the girl, turned out to be agents of the GEU, who had recruited Hameeda into a project of the HRI, known as the Apex project - a program meant to create supersoldiers. Here, the girl was stripped of her name, and given a number instead. Her number was 33, or San-ju-San, as one of the japanese researchers had called her.
This place was, in a way, like an orphanage. There were plenty of other kids here. But instead of playing games with one another, the children were forced to undergo brutal medical transformations, every day. She doesn't remember these days, and it is a blessing, because those days were filled with excruciating pain. Mental scars that were received during the treatments, however, would last forever... For those, who had survived the trials. Which were few. Very few. The large 'orphanage' was emptying fast, entire wings closing down, when their inhabitants died by the dozens.
San-ju-San survived. Her inbred resilience and strength, plus increased tolerance to pain, from being a female, helped out, a lot. She managed to pass Phase 1. But no inbred physical ability, or pain tolerance had her prepared for what was waiting for her in Phase 2. The first one was, all things considered, benign. It targeted the body, the flesh, the nerve. Phase 2 brought pain to a mind. Grueling, inhumane training regimens, made to make one obey without question, without fear, or remorse. Strip a human of many things that made them ... human.
The girl managed to survive. During this time she made friends with another child involved in the project - a boy, number 77, or Nana-ju-Nana, as she called him. Friendships in general were frowned upon by the scientists, but they kept it a secret from all. It was the subtle support that they offered one another during these dark times, what helped both of them pull through. Having someone to call a friend was that attachment, which kept either from ending their life in suicide. Many did not have this support. And those, who couldn't find their center, ended their lives, to escape the suffering. They had nothing to live for.
The first two stages were hell on Earth. Those who survived, those few, were ... old. They looked like children, but they lacked the eager spark in their eyes, that children had. Stage three was much easier, as it didn't include that much suffering. It was, all things considered, a school. Kids had to learn and study. Only, they were taught to kill. To fight, to pilot, to strategise. Their minds and bodies were forged as weapons. This stage was the process, in which the weapon was sharpened.
San-ju-San and Nana-ju-Nana have developed their friendship further. Often paired together in training drills, they gave out better results than the rest of them, due to being genuinely interested in watching each others' backs. The observers and scientists, as well as teachers, have noticed this, and, interested in better results, paired the two together even more often. Considered one of the most talented of the crop, they were gonna become the examples of what HRI could achieve... A ... relatively bright future ahead of both of them...
Until the accident.
It happened during a joint MS drill. San-ju-San was piloting one, and Nana-ju-Nana was piloting another. Two opponents were against them, in a simulated scenario, in which they had to fight one another. And during it, the girl's machine was hit. It shouldn't have been a dangerous hit - both sides were using underpowered ammunition. It was not supposed to deal serious damage. And yet, a bullet struck a weakspot. It had caused a malfunction, and an electric surge within the cockpit, which turned to fire. Smoke appeared from San-ju-San's cockpit, as the fire burned her alive, inside. The drill was stopped, and the girl was extracted as soon as possible. But the damage was already done.
The girl had received grievous injuries to her face, torso, and arms. They were repairable. But the mental shock from the experience was not. Soon after, San-ju-San had received several mental breakdowns, the incident being a final blow to her strong, but exhausted psyche. She was deemed a ... disappointment. A soldier was supposed to break down after such an experience. A SUPER soldier was not. San-ju-San was removed from the project. She was 18 back then. She had almost made it.
The girl had spent 1 year in a highly-guarded mental health facility. The HRI, interested in keeping their secret a secret, have spent this year brainwashing San-ju-San. Changing her memories, and destroying her very identity. Crafting a different person out of her. And they have succeeded - the experience from conditioning in phase 2 did not go to waste.
After a year, Shia Nuri was born. The girl was placed within the Nuri family - the same family that had 'adopted' her, years ago. They were tasked to look after the girl. While not particularly thrilled about the assignment, they were agents of the GEU, and would not question orders. They would become a family to the girl, and, for a while, would attempt to live a normal life.
These years would be the only thing Shia could really call her memories, as the void of the past was filled with hypnotic images and carefully constructed environment. Shia was not San-ju-San. A normal girl! Well, sort of normal. She was still stronger than any man around the block, and possessed a sharp, if tortured, mind. She finished high-school, and entered university, which she had passed too, with flying colors. Making a few friends along the way, who had no idea about who they were befriending. And then again, Shia had no idea either.
Her P.E instructor, who had always had an eye for the physically apt girl, had suggested her to seek a career in the military. Shia had considered the idea, and soon took it - with her fresh degree of a technician, and her physical aptitude, coupled with unusually deep knowledge of MS constructions, she found employment as an MS technician. Her job was to keep the huge robots in shape, and fix them whenever they take damage. Having finished the necessary courses at the MilAc, the girl was enlisted into the active force.
Shia has been in service in GEU military for 2 or 3 years now, but as the wheel of history turns, and the political climate becomes more and more volatile, nobody knows what awaits for her in the future. Either way, she carries her burdens, and will do what she must, if need be. Maybe one day her erased past would catch up to her... Who knows.
SHIA NURI
Mummy girl
Names:
- Shia Nuri - current name
- San-ju-San - means 33, her number. Although currently not referred to as such, she would react to the number, whenever she hears it.
- Hameeda Afzal - real name, doesn't remember it at all
Age: 29 Gender: F
Genetic Type: Supersoldier G1 (failure)
Birth Date: 1/09/2276 Birth Place: Iraq, Baghdad.
Hair: Brown Eyes: Light-blue Height: 6'1" Weight: 155 lbs.
Faction: GEU
Mummy girl
Names:
- Shia Nuri - current name
- San-ju-San - means 33, her number. Although currently not referred to as such, she would react to the number, whenever she hears it.
- Hameeda Afzal - real name, doesn't remember it at all
Age: 29 Gender: F
Genetic Type: Supersoldier G1 (failure)
Birth Date: 1/09/2276 Birth Place: Iraq, Baghdad.
Hair: Brown Eyes: Light-blue Height: 6'1" Weight: 155 lbs.
Faction: GEU
Appearance:
Shia looks somewhat buff, for a lady. Her frame is sturdy and muscular, from the extensive training and augmenting that she had received over the years. Often wearing thick, covering winter clothes, she could be easily mistaken for a man, if you haven't noticed her eyes, or hair. Her skin tone is light-brown, due to her being a native to the Middle East. Her eyes are of sky-blue color. Under the bandages, she looks much younger than she really is - hardly anyone would give her more than 21.
Her upper half of the body is always covered in bandages, and her face is always shrouded by them. Underneath the bandages lies an intricate pattern of surgical scars, mixed with scars left from fire. Her face had been once burned, and although most of it healed, some marks have remained as a reminder of that.
On her shoulder the girl has a tattoo, number 33.
Personality:
Shia is an odd person. A lot of things about her are strange and cunning ... but mostly strange. From the way she looks, to the way she talks, to how she acts, sometimes. She always makes a long pause, before speaking to anyone, has a habit of staring, without blinking, and looking into others' eyes, making them feel uncomfortable, and sometimes speaks in a strange, sing-a-song fashion.
However, the girl is not mean-spirited. She's curious, at most, about other people, and does not seek to make others uncomfortable, on purpose. She likes to ask questions, and would never refuse to help another out, no matter how hard the task is. Which is why quite a few who know of this trait would take advantage of it - Shia would not say 'No' to a request of assistance, which often grows to her doing all the work on her own. The girl likes to think of herself as a good friend because of this.
She likes technology, and can fix a lot of things with only the simplest of tools. To her, knowledge of complex computers and mechanical devices seems to come naturally. However, she's an absolute failure when it comes to explaining what she is doing - the girl fails to recall the names of all the parts she fixed and placed, and prefers to refer to them as 'this round thing' or 'that weird cog-shaped thing'.
Shia does not like to be in a large crowd. In small groups, she would talk and ask many questions, but when placed within a large crowd she tends to either blend in or hide somewhere, until the crowd dissipates. She would try to avoid large agglomerations of people, if it is possible.
Shia has mental issues, due to her rather traumatic background. She's very self-conscious about her appearance, and wears bandages over her face because she thinks she's ugly. While the wounds underneath have long since healed, and what remained does not look that bad, she would freak out if someone tries to remove the wrappings around her face.
The girl is a non-violent, non-combative sort, and tends to accept people with all of their flaws. However, she does have a few peeves, such as when her competence is being questioned. She gets easily flustered when receiving compliments, however she doesn't welcome someone being overly nice, viewing it as a sign of pity, or thinking that the person in question might be joking.
Shia loves her 'family' very much. However, she does feel a certain detachment on their part, towards her, as if they don't love her as much, for a reason unknown to her. For those reasons, the girl tries desperately to make them more predisposed towards her, and sends many letters and gifts home, whenever she can. She's plagued by self-doubt, as she tries to be a good daughter, too. The real reasons for this, however, are hidden from her.
Lastly, Shia has a second side, which activates, when her life is in imminent danger. At that moment, the person we know as Shia takes the backseat, and Subject number 33 takes the wheel. When that happens, the girl's training resurfaces, turning her into a very dangerous and resourceful combatant. More physical changes include change of voice tone, which becomes sterner, not so happy and bubbly anymore. Beware.
Background:
Hameeda Afzal was born on September 1st, 29 years ago, in Baghdad, Iraq. An ordinary child, one of many. Her father worked at an oil rig, and her mother was a cashier in a store. They were very happy to have a child. A tragedy would befall her when she was very little - a year after Hameeda's birth, both of her parents would perish. A bomb, that exploded in the middle of Baghdad, and took the lives of more than a hundred people, claimed the lives of her mother and father as well.
The girl had been placed in an orphanage soon after. She grew up here, for a couple of years. Hameeda was a healthy child, never sick, not even in the stomach, and stronger than other children of her age. Her caregivers never had any trouble with her. When turned four, a family had appeared in her life. A man, and a woman, their faces kind. They wanted to adopt the girl. Hameeda did not really want to leave the orphanage, where she made friends with other children, but her caregivers had promised her a better, more exciting life. They were wrong, very very wrong.
The nice people that have adopted the girl, turned out to be agents of the GEU, who had recruited Hameeda into a project of the HRI, known as the Apex project - a program meant to create supersoldiers. Here, the girl was stripped of her name, and given a number instead. Her number was 33, or San-ju-San, as one of the japanese researchers had called her.
This place was, in a way, like an orphanage. There were plenty of other kids here. But instead of playing games with one another, the children were forced to undergo brutal medical transformations, every day. She doesn't remember these days, and it is a blessing, because those days were filled with excruciating pain. Mental scars that were received during the treatments, however, would last forever... For those, who had survived the trials. Which were few. Very few. The large 'orphanage' was emptying fast, entire wings closing down, when their inhabitants died by the dozens.
San-ju-San survived. Her inbred resilience and strength, plus increased tolerance to pain, from being a female, helped out, a lot. She managed to pass Phase 1. But no inbred physical ability, or pain tolerance had her prepared for what was waiting for her in Phase 2. The first one was, all things considered, benign. It targeted the body, the flesh, the nerve. Phase 2 brought pain to a mind. Grueling, inhumane training regimens, made to make one obey without question, without fear, or remorse. Strip a human of many things that made them ... human.
The girl managed to survive. During this time she made friends with another child involved in the project - a boy, number 77, or Nana-ju-Nana, as she called him. Friendships in general were frowned upon by the scientists, but they kept it a secret from all. It was the subtle support that they offered one another during these dark times, what helped both of them pull through. Having someone to call a friend was that attachment, which kept either from ending their life in suicide. Many did not have this support. And those, who couldn't find their center, ended their lives, to escape the suffering. They had nothing to live for.
The first two stages were hell on Earth. Those who survived, those few, were ... old. They looked like children, but they lacked the eager spark in their eyes, that children had. Stage three was much easier, as it didn't include that much suffering. It was, all things considered, a school. Kids had to learn and study. Only, they were taught to kill. To fight, to pilot, to strategise. Their minds and bodies were forged as weapons. This stage was the process, in which the weapon was sharpened.
San-ju-San and Nana-ju-Nana have developed their friendship further. Often paired together in training drills, they gave out better results than the rest of them, due to being genuinely interested in watching each others' backs. The observers and scientists, as well as teachers, have noticed this, and, interested in better results, paired the two together even more often. Considered one of the most talented of the crop, they were gonna become the examples of what HRI could achieve... A ... relatively bright future ahead of both of them...
Until the accident.
It happened during a joint MS drill. San-ju-San was piloting one, and Nana-ju-Nana was piloting another. Two opponents were against them, in a simulated scenario, in which they had to fight one another. And during it, the girl's machine was hit. It shouldn't have been a dangerous hit - both sides were using underpowered ammunition. It was not supposed to deal serious damage. And yet, a bullet struck a weakspot. It had caused a malfunction, and an electric surge within the cockpit, which turned to fire. Smoke appeared from San-ju-San's cockpit, as the fire burned her alive, inside. The drill was stopped, and the girl was extracted as soon as possible. But the damage was already done.
The girl had received grievous injuries to her face, torso, and arms. They were repairable. But the mental shock from the experience was not. Soon after, San-ju-San had received several mental breakdowns, the incident being a final blow to her strong, but exhausted psyche. She was deemed a ... disappointment. A soldier was supposed to break down after such an experience. A SUPER soldier was not. San-ju-San was removed from the project. She was 18 back then. She had almost made it.
The girl had spent 1 year in a highly-guarded mental health facility. The HRI, interested in keeping their secret a secret, have spent this year brainwashing San-ju-San. Changing her memories, and destroying her very identity. Crafting a different person out of her. And they have succeeded - the experience from conditioning in phase 2 did not go to waste.
After a year, Shia Nuri was born. The girl was placed within the Nuri family - the same family that had 'adopted' her, years ago. They were tasked to look after the girl. While not particularly thrilled about the assignment, they were agents of the GEU, and would not question orders. They would become a family to the girl, and, for a while, would attempt to live a normal life.
These years would be the only thing Shia could really call her memories, as the void of the past was filled with hypnotic images and carefully constructed environment. Shia was not San-ju-San. A normal girl! Well, sort of normal. She was still stronger than any man around the block, and possessed a sharp, if tortured, mind. She finished high-school, and entered university, which she had passed too, with flying colors. Making a few friends along the way, who had no idea about who they were befriending. And then again, Shia had no idea either.
Her P.E instructor, who had always had an eye for the physically apt girl, had suggested her to seek a career in the military. Shia had considered the idea, and soon took it - with her fresh degree of a technician, and her physical aptitude, coupled with unusually deep knowledge of MS constructions, she found employment as an MS technician. Her job was to keep the huge robots in shape, and fix them whenever they take damage. Having finished the necessary courses at the MilAc, the girl was enlisted into the active force.
Shia has been in service in GEU military for 2 or 3 years now, but as the wheel of history turns, and the political climate becomes more and more volatile, nobody knows what awaits for her in the future. Either way, she carries her burdens, and will do what she must, if need be. Maybe one day her erased past would catch up to her... Who knows.
