Post by kira on Oct 18, 2012 22:52:20 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #000000 solid 0px; ] stuck in this daydream. [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]MELIMUS PRIME FULL NAME: Kira Ania Stasanova ALIAS: Kir DATE OF BIRTH: 04/03/1989 AGE: 23 OCCUPATION: Special Operative SEXUALITY: Heterosexual PLAY BY: Doutzen Kroes TOURIST [style=background-color: #65727A; border: 10px solid #65727A; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: white; text-align: center;]all about me IN THE BEGINNING [/style]I was born in Russia. Mat... Errr... that is my Mother was Ivanna Sergova. She ran a small bakery in St. Petersburg, where I was born. My Otets... father, Aleksi Preicov, was a member of the Russian military and, for the most part, he is the one who's footsteps I followed in. Now, don't get me wrong, I loved my mother very dearly, but I lost her at a very young age. My older brother Stepan took to running the bakery once our mother died. My father poured even more of his time and devotion into his job. He was with intelligence. An incredibly smart and patriotic man to the bitter end. My brother was always the more down to earth of the two of us. Otets used to joke constantly and say that my brother earth and water - stable and tranquil. I was fire and air - passionate and free of spirit. I could easily see how he made those comments of the pair of us. Stepan was always the one who preferred socialization and the chance to work through problems verbally. I had a more direct approach for the most part. MAKING SOMETHING OF MYSELF Once I was finished with schooling, I eventually moved on to join the military myself. Now, understand, in a lot of ways, my hands were tied in the conventional military. Women far and wide are generally not deployed into active combat. I do understand the reasoning behind that, but it pissed me off none the less. And so, eventually, my attention to detail and the fact that I was a far better soldier than most of the men that surrounded me wound up catching the attention of some of my superiors and, in the end, they decided to take me in under a special program they were testing. In essence, I was a part of the Intelligence Agency for Russia. They gave me special training. But I suppose, at the end of it all, 'Intelligence' was just another word for 'spy'. In the end, that was what I became. I had fighting technique that was unrivalled by some of the most qualified soldiers. What I lacked in physical strength I made up for in sheer speed and flexibility. I was able to do the unpredictable. Add into the fact that I was a woman and what I suppose is an exceptionally attractive one at that and most men didn't see me coming and never suspected me to begin with. BUT THEN THEY TURN THEIR BACK... Perhaps I was a little too effective in the long run. Shortly after my father passed on three years ago, the KGB decided to terminate my program. Of course, the only way to terminate a program in which the end result is a lethal fighting machine is to terminate that product. They wanted me off the map and by the time I realized what was happening, I was more than willing to comply with that ideal. At the end of it all, I fled to America. You'd be amazed at how easy it is to get lost in America and how easy it is to access the tools that I needed to stay afloat. But it was here, in America, where I met up with a contact of mine while I had been working in Russia. Of course, he never anticipated that the contact he was associating with at the time was a woman. Nicholas Black runs quite the lucrative private contracting business and more times than I can count he called on me for information regarding the Russian Mafioso. I was happy to oblige if it meant getting those menaces off the streets once and for all. No small task in itself. In exchange, some time ago, he told me that if I was ever in need, I could contact him. And so, when I landed on American soil, I did contact him. Now I'm the newest member of his team, specializing in Intelligence and communications within the team. Again, I'm a spy, more or less. But I suppose that there are far less situations and circumstances to be working under. I don't work for a government agency directly any longer and while I had once worked for the Russian government, I no longer associate myself with a government who was so hellbent on destroying me in the first place. I doubt they've learned their lesson and, chances are, if I were to return to Russia, there would be more attempts on my life. I'm dangerous to them and they know it. I know it. Do I miss my brother? Absolutely. I wonder how Stepan is every day of my life and wonder how harshly he took my disappearance. I think he always knew that I was far more than a simple soldier. He had always known me better than most anyone else in the world did. So where do I go from here? I'm not sure. I'm not certain how long I'll be working with Nick Black and the rest of his merry band of men. I'm just thankful that, for once, I'm not the only female in the group of operatives. They seem to be a whole lot more tolerant of me here and... I think I may even enjoy it here. Don't tell any of them that or I might completely lose my status as the Ice Queen among them. I'm not overly talkative among the group of them and rather than bragging like a good portion of the American men on this team seem to do with one another, I simply prove them wrong or out perform them. I think I might have pissed the hispanic one off a time or two when I kicked his ass in the training room right off the bat and in front of all of his buddies. But I gained a certain amount of respect with it all. |
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