All-Marshall Evaine Falkuin

[All-Marshall Evaine]

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Evaine Calli Falkuin

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I never thought I'd change my
opinion again
You moved me in a way that I've
never known
But straight away you just moved
into position again
You abused me in a way that I've
never known

So you're the kind who deals with the
games in the mind
Well you confuse me in a way that
I've never known
You confuse me in a way that I've
never known


She says, "I can help you, but what
do you say?"
But it's not free baby, you'll have
to pay
You just keep me contemplating, that
your soul is slowly fading

~Vitals~

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~Name: Evaine Calli Falkuin
~Title: All-Marshall
~Nicknames: Evie... but she doesn't like that, only her sister could call her by that name.
~Age:28
~Gender: Female
~Race: Tulien- A humanoid race that live on a planet that is further from it's sun and lower in density and only faces the sun every 7 months of the year on either side as it spins in orbit. This causes a lot the race to be taller and paler. With constant night on one side for 7 months they rely on fishing and imports from the sunnier side. They had to live past their difference in order to survive and are a very peaceful race living in harmony. They evolved to compensate the constant change in their diet and entertainment so many have beautiful voices to sing away their sorrows or developed other means to cope. A longer life graces this people with up to 200 years, mainly due to less stress and less gravity.
~Planet of Origin: Shargin
~Sexuality: Heterosexual
~Faction: Force
~Reputation: For having a voice that could convince an Eskimo to buy snow.
~Former Life:Before her sister was killed she was a singer for the electronic band ‘4PC’s’ that promoted peace, and especially non violence towards the Force. She didn’t go on tour’s because this band was said to be electronically produced to protect her identity. No to mention electronic dull the effect of her voice, they couldn’t make it obvious it was a subliminal message.[/blockquote]

~In Combat~

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~POWERS:

~Weapons and Equipment: She does carry two hand held guns for her own security, nothing special really. They hold 12 rounds each with one refill for one gun in case she does use the full load. She keeps more in her vehicle if needed.
She always carries her ID badge, a secure phone line to her office and card filled with millions of credits.

~Skills:

Control- her voice works in the way a radio does. It emits a frequency that when heard relates to the listener’s brain waves. Much like brainwashing she can have you answer any question she wants and in some cases make you believe that she’s right. This only works on those without psychic powers or those on a higher frequency. This isn’t something she can predict if they will react to it or not and a lot of the times it’s chance. They have to hear her in person, even speaking into a microphone or heard on the monitors dulls her voice’s response. She can sing exceedingly well although sadly she won’t be doing anymore performances and not many can really listen to her real voice without succumbing to her voice.

Gun play- She can shoot fairly well, enough to protect herself but nothing extraordinary, sharp shooting for quick draw. To compensate for her lack of skills she’s trying her hand at defending herself by a form of martial arts, yet she’s not very good at it. She can get out of holds well enough but as for anything else she can’t punch anyone without hurting herself more than the intended.

~Former training: She’s good at asking questions and pulling out info… and if her voice doesn’t work, she gets the others to do their torture methods. She doesn’t have the stomach for that kind of interrogation. Other than singing, nothing else.

~A Face to Fear~

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~Height:5'6
~Weight:136lbs
~Hair Color:Red-Strawberry Blonde
~Hair Style: Sometimes loose but it falls to shoulder length. When it is up, it's in a tight bun with annoying loose strands at her temples.
~Eye Color: Pale Blue
~Play-By: Deborah Ann Woll

~Clothing Style: Because of her pop star life style before she dresses in casual fashion when she’s not working, preferring holster tops, tanks, capri’s etc. She hates the ‘gym’ look, like sweats and yoga pants… they are not to everyday wear and you should present yourself in the way you want respect. She usually wears light colors and nothing too bold or frilly. Patterns and prints aren’t something she’ll wear either… but she’ll suffer through it under a blazer for work if she must. They look more professional than her causal wear anyways. For work dress she’ll wear slacks, dress pants or a fitted shirt with matching blazer on top. As for jewelry she loved the large earthy stones with beads and silver chains for necklaces. She hardly wears earrings though or paints her nails as she doesn’t feel the need to dress up past necessary. Makeup she’ll wear the bare minim if only to accent her eyes and lips, usually in light shades of pink.

~Distinguishing Features: A patch of metal that is on her throat that modulates her voice so that is sounds more lower and raspy. It's easy to peel off and place back on when the need arises, it’s only a sliver of metal and might easily be missed. She must wear this as her voice is more powerful than her sister’s was.

~OVERALL APPEARANCE:
Overall she’s not gorgeous and would be considered plain upon first looks, but a second glance reveals a slender face framed with bright strawberry blond hair. Her features are almost childlike and young with a longer face than and larger forehead but all that is trumped by the brightness and size of her blue eyes. She has thin lips that when spread into a smile reveal her white teeth and high cheek bones. Because of her height she’s’ also very thin, too thin some would say, almost model like thin with only A cup chest. Her legs would be her most striking feature if you were to ask her but being almost too pale takes away all that could make her striking.

~Beneath the Exterior~

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~Likes:
*Being in control
*Singing
*Strawberries
*Fashion
*Tea
*The smell of rain
*Good looking men
*power… either people with power(influential or physical) or gaining more herself.

~Dislikes:
*Murder
*Torture
*Blood, seeing it, hearing about it…. Anything
*Her voice
*Baggy clothes
*Arrogance

~Fears:
*Next to be Assassinated
* Spiders or crawly things
*Loosing her place in life
*To be left alone
*to not meet up to her sister’s level of expectations she provided before her untimely death
*To be weak again

~Weaknesses:
*Physically incapable of defending herself
*Her voice is her only weapon, and even then it doesn’t always work
*Stubbornness
*Prideful
*Can be too soft sometimes
*Has flashbacks of her attack at the most inopportune times
*Without her sister... she's flying blind and without guidance
*Relies on others to help her

~Strengths:
*Can take command when given the chance
*She doesn’t give up
*Follows orders
*Loyalty
*Believes in peace for all
*Her voice

~Goals:
*To find her sister’s killer and make them suffer for it
*to stay at the top of the social ladder and constantly to prove herself worthy of taking over her sister’s place

~Hobbies:
*Knitting, she makes a wicked scarf
*Singing in the shower
*Organizing things... she likes things neat
*collecting valuable stones

~OVERALL PERSONALITY:
She can be very boisterous when she wants to be. Not taking crap from anyone she’ll boss her co-workers around with ease. She’s made a reputation amongst her subordinates not to push her around even thought she couldn’t fight her way out of a paper bag. She does this even without her true voice, only gusto and a stern look seems to get her what she wants. At work she presents herself as something not to be trifled with although not everyone knows why they don’t feel comfortable, only that they do when around her.

Out of office and with someone close she’s a little more softer. Wanting to ease pain and not give it, she'd never use her voice on friends, at least ones that had gained her trust. There aren't too many these days she openly calls friend though. She feels usually very confident in her voice that she doesn’t use it a lot outside of work. Wanting to gain the trust of those around her, either for her own goals or for that of the Force. She can sometimes be a little naive when it comes to making friends and other relations but she's very careful about being used by them, having work always on the brain. She's hardly afraid of violence and death but only when it comes to her safety does she rattle a little, normally from that traumatic experience she had a singer. She never wants to be powerless again in any situation, to in control is the best thing.

~Rap and History~

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~Mother: Sabrina Falkuin
~Father: Piere Falkuin
~Siblings: sister-Anna Falkuin
~Other relations: none
~Companions: none

~OVERALL HISTORY: She grew up on her home planet for most of her life, her father and mother slowly working p the social ladder until they reached the Force's ears. There was no invasion from the Force, for all Tulien's believed that the Force was right and all people's should work along side of each other for a mutual gain. Evaine was no different, when they Force came her parents were delighted and joined immediately to help with their cause. They did not have the voice but influence over their people greatly expanded themselves higher still among the ranks of the Force. Anna and Evaine were not introduced fully into the Force until the age of 18 where the Force learned of their abilities with their voice. Seeing as the planet practically handed themselves over they felt no need to station themselves on such a world with no violence. The secret of their race's strange abilities brought on a martial law that anyone with this voice was to come to the Force.

Willingly many went and soon found out the harshness of the other races that lives among the stars, for Tuliens had no wish to expand out into space. A lot began to change soon after on Evaine's home world none of which she learned of until much later. She and her sister climbed higher than their parents into the Force. Both of them staying by each others side most of the time, that is until someone brought forth the idea for subliminal messages to put towards the public. Anna was first thought best for this job but her voice was too weak for it to work to the Force's expectations, another use was put for her and the two were separated. Evaine was next for the try out for the voice... the test group had shown promise and Evaine was put as the singer for a band. She did live performances for large crowds, her soothing voice had brought many practically to their knees...

It wasn't until that after one performance a terrorist had attacked her in her trailer, that she no longer did live performances. She changed their band name and became the electronic voice singer for the band. She fought harder than ever before to stay on top and bring peace. People who hurt others just for the sake of it... made her sick to her stomach. It took months to fully recover from the attack... never had she been so defenseless and the need for power rose higher and higher. She wasn't afraid of death after that moment and worked in the background of things. Even as an interrogator at times when a tough case as hard to crack, doing her little bit for the Force in any way shape of form. It's not until recently that she has quit show business and started full time over her sister's job.

~Writing Sample~

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The pounding of the beat thrummed through the stage with such force it felt like an earthquake had begun beneath her her feet. Such power rolled up her legs into her spine and to her head to make everything seem like it was all a dream. The lights of the stage danced like fireflies above, flickering onto the floor in time with the music, the urge to dance with the lights was too strong and all fell into place the moment she opened her mouth to sing the first chord of her song. Beauty struck the air like a tidal wave crashing against the cliffs. Pounding harder for more, for the walls to collapse and allow the water to continue it's way onto shore. The room hushed for her voice to carry and the sound from crowd grew higher ...and higher... singing along with her... her words were on their lips and rapture on their faces. yes, she had done this... she mad made this change within these people and soon they pass it on like a plague washing over them.

The song soon moved to another... and another and another... and before long their screaming and cheering had turned into mellow singing. The show was nearly over, she had done her part. these people would cling to her words like an insecure child would her favorite teddy bear for years to come. the last stroke... the last word... and everyone clapped methodically before they started to file out of the stadium. Evaine stood tired and exhausted, but nothing made her heart leap more than seeing all those people... the way she made the feel inside. Happy she walked off stage with her group... normally they would all talk about the performance and see her manager, but she was too tired tonight... much too tired. The understood when they saw her face and insisted for her rest.

The trailer she had setup for their traveling tour around this planet was located far behind all their equipment and cars to give her some peace. She walked there alone... not the normal for her but too exhausted to fully be aware of her surroundings. All were happy who would harm a lowly singer like herself? She opened the trailer door... and walked in blind to the darkness around her. a clasped over her mouth and the lights stayed off. She tried to scream to talk but a loth had been shoved into her mouth when the hand come over. Her arms and legs did nothing to defend against the one's holding her, all she could do was try to scream past the thick gauze on her tongue.

"I know what you do Miss Evaine... I know your power... your brainwashing days are over..." A gruff voice spoke softly into her ear as the bite of steel came to her throat, not drawing blood but enough to make her stop squirming.

Oh for that is Solace and good she was to be killed in her own trailer! Tears rolled down her cheeks as she await him to apply the right amount of pressure for her life blood to spill out... but no.. instead she felt a punch to the gut... it came from the front... not from behind from where the speaker was. No there were two in her trailer...

She doubled over and coughed through the cloth, now tapped to her mouth, yet firm arms held her tightly, keeping her upright for another blow to follow through, knocking what little wind she had managed to choke into her lungs... a slap to the face... then another strike and another... dear heaven's they were going to beat her death! She'd surely die from suffocation before any of the punches really did anymore damage. She had no idea how long she was there taking those fists and kicks... only that darkness had taken her before long.

Light was the only thing she saw next... light and pain... and it was all she knew for so long after that...

[Catalyst Echo]