Post by Celina Kozac on Jun 21, 2013 4:34:42 GMT
The Basics
Name: Celina Kozac
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Species: Human
Date Of Birth: 5/12/87
Nationality: Polish-Canadian
Hometown Victoria, BC (born in Warsaw)
Occupation: Division 42 tech specialist (and agent). Has been reprimanded in the past for her hot head in the field, and nowadays mostly does work testing, experimenting, and adapting recovered tech and artifacts. Management isn’t too eager to put her back into the field unless needed. Celia’s a capable agent, but has proven herself unpredictable and doesn’t really play well with others.
Alignment: Chaotic good
Theme Song:“Gold Lion” - Yeah Yeah Yeah’s
Outer Stuff
Face Claim: Alison Lohman
Height: 5’3” / 160 cm
Weight 119 lbs / 54 kg
Hair color: Blonde
Hair style: Short, about chin length, somewhere between stylish and no-nonsense.
Eye color: Brown
Skin color: Fair
Posture: Varies. Can be slouchy when she’s doing analytics or chilling, but otherwise pretty confident/forward. Gives the impression of being bigger than 5’3”.
Scars/ Tattoo’s/ Other markings: Small tattoo of a sun/lion head on the back of her neck.
Accessories: Some jewelry here and there. Hair doodads. The usual.
Clothes: Fairly low-key around the tech lab. Tank tops and your average run-of-the-mill blouses, jeans, khakis, it kind of varies. Doesn’t really have a distinctive style. In the field, she dresses for the job at hand. Swanky party? Bring on the lipstick. Academic conference? Pantsuit, glasses, serious face. Et cetera.
Anything Else? Constantly moving, it seems. Celia is a very kinetic person.
Inner Stuff
Likes:
- Music
- Being active
- Jupiter (her cat)
- Technology
- Alcohol
Dislikes:
- Her own tendency to screw social situations up
- People being rude or picking on herself or others
- Being cooped up for too long
- Unfair circumstances in the world that she can't change
Strengths:
- Unafraid to speak her mind
- Passionate about her work
- Very loyal to the people she trusts
- Practices kickboxing and can hold her own in a fight; while not physically big and strong, she’s pretty quick
- Experienced with mechanics and testing procedures for artifacts
- Fluent in English and Polish
- Won’t take your shit. Might actually punch you. (That could be a weakness, actually.)
Weaknesses:
- Not particularly friendly; takes a while to warm up to new people
- Prefers to do things her own way, not always a team player
- Confrontational, standoffish
- Foul mouth
- Physically small in stature and lacks brute strength
- Lacks some social skills, not accustomed to letting her guard down
Goal(s):
- To get out in the field again
- Deal with anger issues
- Not murder anyone while dealing with anger issues
- Maybe make some friends who don’t think she’s the weird angry chick
Habits/ Quirks:
- Has a soft spot for animals. Spoils her cat rotten
- Very physical, both affectionately and aggressively
- Afraid of birds
Relationships:
- Jupiter - Cat
- Babcia - Polish maternal grandma who talks a lot on the phone
- Laurel Klein - Division-mandated psychologist (Perhaps to be second character eventually?)
- Stefan Kozac - Estranged father
Overview: Celina can be a jerk. She's built up high defenses, cemented by years relying on herself. She's not the easiest person to get along with, but there's a lot of good in her. She is very aware that she has issues, but changing is difficult. She has a fairly cynical view of the world and outlets a lot of anger built up. Mostly toward herself.
She loves to be moving and doing and actively helping, and doesn't easily give up. This makes her an effective and resilient field agent. Her tendency to act before thinking at times has been trouble. She tends to improvise as she goes, which can turn out awesome in some cases, but can also blow up in her face, and even get people hurt. She is a bit of a loose cannon. There was an incident that proved this to be a liability to the Division, and Celina is currently undergoing a period of psych evaluation before she can return to the field (unless exceptions are made in dire circumstances).
Celina has a caring side, and can be downright maternal when it comes to animals or children. She has a low tolerance for people picking on others who can't defend themselves.
Other Equipment:
- Familiar with various lab tools, though much better with the hardware than the software.
- Phone
- Mp3 player
- Lockpick
- (Not allowed to carry firearm until psych evaluation period is up)
History
Celina was born in Warsaw to parents Stefan and Julia Kozac. When she was six, they moved to Victoria in British Columbia, Canada for a transfer in her father’s work (an international company). Celina had a brother, Alex, who was two years older than her. She got her share of roughing up as a kid, but they were pretty close. Her mother was diagnosed with thyroid cancer when Celina was 10. Hard times. After a two-year battle with the disease, she passed away. Celina didn't cope well, growing into a rebellious teenager and a thrillseeker. School bored her, and she got involved in the party scene. She got in pretty deep with an older guy who turned out to be involved in the street gangs in the city. By the time she realized that this guy was not who she thought he was, she couldn't really get out of the situation. She hated feeling defenseless.
Then, not a bird, not a plane... Big bro to the rescue! Alex brought a gun to intimidate the gang members into leaving his sister alone. There was a scuffle and a fight, and Alex ended up being shot in the chest with his own weapon. It was a fatal blow. Now in the public eye due to the murder, the gang stayed clear. Celina blamed herself for his death. She was just so angry. At herself, at him, at the world... Mostly herself. Her father was understandably distant, having lost a wife and now a son. Celina thought he must hate her.
At 17, she packed a bag and ran away. She crossed the border into the U.S. and drifted for a while. Celina had never been any good at high school, but she wasn't dumb. She earned her G.E.D. and went to a tech school, working in a manufacturing shop the meantime. She learned to defend herself and found an outlet in kickboxing. Her life was pretty aimless. She worked, she drank, she kickboxed, she didn't let anyone in. The occasional bar tussle was a highlight. She found pleasure in watching people underestimate her and get beaten down.
Everything changed when
Celia kept on working for a couple more weeks before curiosity and the boredom of life got the best of her, and she ended up calling the number. She followed through an interview process for a rather vague job, answering questions and inadvertently showing some of her skills in the process. A week passed with no reply, and she figured it was a bust. Then finally a call, saying that they would like to do some follow-up and gave her an address to go to. And so she was inducted into Division 42. There was about a year of training, specializing in tech analysis and standard fieldwork.
Life was significantly better. For once she felt like she was doing something with a purpose and helping people. She began to grow and forgive herself for past events, but it would be a long road. But people don't change overnight. Celia has a reputation for being a hothead and a loose cannon, and not exactly warm-and-fuzzy.
OOC Stuff
Anything Else: I think "Temperamental Techie" would make a pretty good personal title for this character.
OOC Name: Meeka
Name Color #8F00B2
Number Of Stars I’m not entirely sure what these stars denote… Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong. Lets say four?
Color Of Stars I like purple. Also goes with the name color.
Sample RP: (From something completely unrelated. On another planet.)
Without the hum of his scanner, he could hear it more clearly. Rock shifting against rock, something in the shadows. Whatever it was, it seemed to be getting closer. The worker dropped his scanner and began to scramble upwards, gripping the rock with gloved hands. The metal support shook as he clambered to stand on top of it, as far up as he could get. Breathing hard, he flattened himself against the wall and reached for the comm device on his belt.
“Base,” he said in a harsh whisper, holding the comm to his face. “This is Murray, quadrant alpha-four-echo. I…I’ve got a situation here, and I’m requesting immediate extraction. Over.” The panic was clear in his voice. His eyes never left the mist below. Another rocky sound was heard, uncomfortably close.
“I repeat, requesting immediate extraction from quadrant alpha-four-echo,” he said. “There’s something out here, on the Side... Please... Base, do you copy? Over.”
The reply finally came in with a wave of static. “Murray, we copy. We’ve got a team ten minutes out. Over.” The calmness of the dispatcher’s voice irked him. He could just imagine the folks at Base wondering what kind of shit he was on, talking about monsters on the Side like a goddamn rookie. He’d been there. But now he was here, and ten minutes was a long shot from immediate.
He shakily secured the comm on his belt once more and looked down again. Only mist and darkness greeted him, but he still felt like he was being watched.
