Dijra Lepheunia Borg

[Smog]

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DijraLepheuniaBorg

Smog

Well I won't back down
No I won't back down
You can stand me up at the gates of hell
But I won't back down

No I'll stand my ground, won't be turned around
And I'll keep this world from draggin me down
gonna stand my ground
and I won't back down

~Vitals~

~Name: Dijra Lepheunia Borg
~Title: N/A
~Nicknames: N/A
~Age: 24
~Gender: Female
~Race: Half Human, Half Karioxan
Karioxan: The Karioxans are a race of giants that live on the planet Kariox, and practice in warfare every moment of their lives. They are prized as mercenaries and bodyguards, and are regarded as some of the best soldiers in the universe.
~Planet of Origin: Kariox
~Sexuality: Bisexual
~Reputation: Dijra is a spitfire, adrenaline junkie. She's the first one into a fight, and is as impetuous as ever. She's determined and is known to raise hell.
~Former Life: Dijra was an army brat, daughter to a Karioxan lieutenant and a human scientist. She was used to travelling, especially during the last 10 years of the war, but has since settled down and picked up studying with her mother.

~In Combat~

~POWERS:

• Biomechanical Surgery: As a child Dijra inhaled too many chemicals as their home was being bombarded during the war. It led to her body being sickly and weak, as well as her lungs deteriorating. Her mother gave her steroids and mechanical implants to help her body stay strong until it could develop better, and now they have become a part of her giving her a multitude of abilities.
  
• V2 Meteor Cannons: On her left arm Dijra has a twin-barreled miniature device fixed to her forearm that is able to fire miniature rockets, but she can only carry 6 at a time, and they neurally, from the core on her back.
  
• Vulcan Gravedigger x3: On her right arm, fixed to her forearm is a triple barreled machine gun. She can only carry a limited amount of ammo, however.
  
• Rocket Jump: Using the fuel in her core, Dijra can use her core as a jetpack for a very limited time, and using this ability consumes fuel, making her other abilities less usable.
  

~Weapons and Equipment:

• Vulcan Gravedigger x3: A triple barreled machine gun fixed to her arm, using nothing but her mind she is able to fire them at will, although the ammo she can carry is limited and it drains the fuel in her core.
  
• V2 Meteor Cannons: Twin barreled cannon that fires miniature rockets. This also drains the fuel from her core, and she is only able to carry 6 of them on her at a time.
  

~Skills:

• Dijra is an incredibly capable leader, but can swallow her pride to follow if the scenario calls for it. She generally associates herself with people weaker than herself, so when confronted with stronger individuals, she humbles herself and attempts to follow and please, but still speaks her mind.
  
• Dijra is very good with money, she has to be! She's a pirate!
  
• Djira is also a capable pilot, although she generally doesn't do much piloting herself.
  
• Dijra is incredibly intelligent, studying with her scientist mother, she knows a lot about chemicals and medicines.
  

~Former training: Dijra is half-Karioxan, so she has been raised with warfare since birth, especially since she grew up during the 200 year war. She was taught a little by her father, and then she was taught by her mother to be a scientist, although she never became one because they were killed.

~A Face to Fear~

~Height:
~Weight: 130 lbs (180 with her core)
~Hair Color: Blond
~Hair Style: Usually wears it in two braids on either side.
~Eye Color: Blue
~Play-By: Kristen Bell
~Clothing Style: Dijra wears woodland camouflaged short shorts, with knee-high Karioxan combat boots. These boots have a single metal spike bolted onto the toe of each one. She is often seen with a tan duster on as well, with an olive green tank top beneath that.
~Distinguishing Features:
Her "core" is probably her most prominent feature, seeing as how it takes up most of her back. It's a large machine that is welded to her spine, and belches out black smoke because of its crude design and parts (hence her call sign).
Her oxygen tank and tubes and the metal limbs fixed to both arms are also quite distinguishable.

~OVERALL APPEARANCE:
Dijra is an incredibly beautiful young woman, minus the oxygen tank and the black smoke that belches out periodically from her core. She has a dazzling smile that she has used many times to win the hearts and minds of those that follow her. She has a fierce gaze that she has, again, used rather often to make sure people get her point. She accentuates her rather fit and attractive body with revealing clothes and her overall demeanor, being someone who is addicted to loving and thrills.

She has long, toned legs, a six pack, and her arms are well sculpted (but not gross) as well. Her whole body is in shape, and although she isn't as large as her Karioxan father, the size of the race is evident in her actions and the way she moves. She has no tattoos and no noticeable scars.

~Beneath the Exterior~

~Likes:

• Fine wines
  
• Reading, especially science articles
  
• Sex
  
• Sex
  
• Explosions
  
• Racing
  
• Thrills, stunts, and anything that gets the adrenaline going
  
• Dominating her lovers
  
• Money
  
• Smell of gas
  
• Water
  
• Cupcakes
  

~Dislikes:

• Smoking
  
• Ignorant people
  
• Arguing
  
• Losing
  
• The colt
  
• The law
  
• Pigs (in the human sense, not the animal)
  

~Fears:

• Being imprisoned
  
• Losing everything
  
• Discovering there is no afterlife
  

~Weaknesses:

• Relies on her core and fuel
  
• Limited ammo for her powerful weapons
  
• Very impetuous and head strong
  
• Her lungs are weak and cause her problems sometimes
  

~Strengths:

• Has Karioxan strength (Although not as strong as a pureblood)
  
• Has a powerful arsenal at her disposal
  
• Extremely optimistic and intelligent
  
• Her core, if fueled, gives her almost unlimited energy and stamina
  

~Goals:

• Just get by in life
  
• Be rich
  
• Have the most amazing orgasm ever
  
• Be part of something important
  

~Hobbies:

• Masturbation
  
• Fantasizing about a better life
  
• Drinking and having a good time
  
• Looting
  
• Getting thrills and having close calls
  
• Going fast
  
• Meeting new people
  

~OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Dijra may seem like a straightforward adrenaline junkie pirate, but she is rather enigmatic at times. Being half Karioxan, her brain actually produces endorphins when confronted with combat-type situations. This has led her to enjoy thrills and stunts that the normal person would shy away from. She's always trying to push the boundaries in search of a new thrill and adventure. She's attracted to both sexes because she feels that this way she has a better chance of getting laid (which is true) and again, helps with her adrenaline fixation.

Other than that, she is headstrong and very determined. She's the first one into a fight and the last one to shy away from the prospect of one. She has a strong sense of power and authority, and she tends to surround herself with weaker people who want to follow her, but as soon as she's confronted by someone stronger she tends to follow them around and get on their good side. She's incredibly smart, optimistic, and very friendly. She doesn't hold grudges because she thinks life is too short for those types of things. She's upbeat and dangerous, and sometimes her energy and enthusiasm is a little too much for people to take during some situations.

~Rap and History~

~Mother: Lina Mairs
~Father: Bodraik Borg
~Siblings: N/A
~Other relations: N/A
~Companions: Her small band of pirates

~OVERALL HISTORY:

Dijra was born on Kariox, but was lived a life of migration as her father strung her mother and her along during the war. They were often moving from barracks to barracks, battleship to battleship. Her mother was a scientist that would lend her expertise to her husband's cause, helping with medicine and repairing and upgrading weapons and equipment.

While on the planet of Muar, a planet heavily contested by the native government and the Force, their home was under heavy bombardment. Chemicals and dust harmed little Dijra, eroding her lungs and placing her on the brink of death. Her mother, however, used what resources she could to develop a crude machine that fused to her spine to help her stabilize. It saved her life, but she was stuck with the "core" for life, removing it could very well kill her.

Years went by, and her father became worn out from the war. He died an angry, hard old man who hadn't been satisfied with anything, despite winning the war. Her mother, tender and sweet, died shortly after. Dijra was left with nothing. She didn't see what was so great about the cause her father had so righteously fought for, and later grew to despise it as she was abandoned by everyone and everything she ever knew. She waited tables in a small bar at a spaceport where she eventually fell in love with the captain of a pirate band.

The two hit it off and he whisked her away from the bar and onto his spaceship. She became a young pirate, at hte age of 22, and soon developed her own weapons that worked with her "core", being able to use them just by concentrating her brain. The nerves in her spine would trigger the mechanisms, making her quite deadly. After awhile, she gained the respect of the ragged band, but was convinced she could do better. She left at the next port and used her booty (money!) and her sexual wiles to commandeer her own vessel, and put together her own band.

Since then she has been raiding space routes and opposing the Force. It's rumored that she has even killed a Fate, although it's a rumor and a highly debatable one at that. She has some local renown but is far from notorious or famous. She's just trying to stay alive and make a living like everyone else...if only a little illegally.

~Writing Sample~

To be or not to be? What a stupid ass question. No. It should be rephrased as to be or to be. Nobody ever not be’d. Or whatever you called it. Whoever was not was usually dead. That’s right. Those who were, were alive and therefore could not not be. Those who were dead were not and would never be. It is simple, really. Yet who could define what it meant to be? Who was and who wasn’t? Were animals? Were people? Were trees? And if you were not, what were you if not dead? What did it mean to be dead? Was it simply another chemical equation that she had not only memorized but understood, as it defined life around them? If death was a chemical equation, then it was solvable. If death was solvable, then chemicals could be matched or withheld to produce different reactions. Perhaps the equation of death could produce something more, something far more powerful. Or less powerful. Depended on how you looked at it. If the equation of death was solved it could be formed into a powerful weapon. A weapon meant war, then peace. No peace came without war. Of course not.

Sighing, Smog rolled onto her stomach. The weight of the core pressed her skin to the rock beneath her but she was used to it and barely noticed. Naturally, she was relaxed across the tallest “tree” in the forest of tree’s, or Alat-Mai. The winds were strong on the top, no longer blocked by the huge stones where the normal creatures walked. No, Smog had climbed up and nearly fallen a couple of times. She inspected one of her torn nails as the wind whipped strands of blonde hair from the braids, slashing it across her face and neck. It felt amazing and the view made the climb well worth it. Hell, just sitting up there made the climb well worth it. Footing had been treacherous the last part of it and her arms were slightly sort but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. Going down would be the real treat. From the looks of things, she didn’t think she could get down the way she had come up. However, at that moment she did not much mind. Her skin had begun to go numb in the freezing wind and the core seemed to be working harder, as the air had grown a bit thinner. Even then, tiny ice droplets began to whip across her face, saturating her clothes and hair. However, she continued to lay with her eyes shut and a small smile playing across her lips, even as they began to turn blue.

Standing up, Smog stood in the center of the rock as the misty cloud began to sink toward the forest floor, twirling around her limbs as the hot air rose and the cold set in. Her arms held out, it was difficult to know what was on her mind as she stood on top of the tallest point of the dead forest, the height of her achievement beneath her. The wet top clung to the curves of her body as the rain began to grow stronger, skin unprotected and bare to the elements. Then once again, her eyes flashed open and she found herself standing on the edge of the stone tree. The toes of her boots hung over the edge, un-supported and victim to the wind, fog, and rain that filled the air around her. Slowly, slowly she began to fall forward, the floor of the forest becoming clearer and clearer as she leaned over the edge, her body becoming what her boots had first been. Hair and duster whipping behind her she began to fall. Smog would be. Death did have an equation and she would solve it.