Fate Rejan Siatta Zalixa

[Fate Zalixa]

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REJAN SIATTA ZALIXA

FATE ZALIXA

You’re beautiful, but your soul is cold and dead
Angelic but a demon fills your head
The heaven that you promised life to be
Was a deadly blend of hell and ecstasy
God, you are so beautiful, til I looked in your eyes
I know you’re so ugly, I know you’re so ugly on the inside
You’re beautiful, but ice runs through your veins
Slowly draining all my life away
Perfection in a shell devoid of life
You leave a trail of broken dreams behind
God, you are so beautiful, til I looked in your eyes
I know you’re so ugly on the inside
Beautiful, you’re so beautiful
I know that’s a lie

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~Vitals~

~Name: Rejan Siatta Zalixa
~Title: Fate
~Nicknames: Rej,
~Age: 23
~Gender: Female
~Race: Irbexian

Irbexians are a dying population of pale humanoids with an inclination toward cold natures and a general lack of acceptance for “common” people. The few that remain in an active state are usually found in cities, retaining positions in governments across the universe.

It’s more common for males than females to have “the gifts”- that is, the Irbexian ability to manipulate electricity, or in feminine cases, air. Electro- and aerokinesis are easy feats to master for a “gifted” Irbexian. Given there are only a handful of them left- the cream of the crop- it’s not surprising that 75% of the population is considered “gifted.”

Irbexians are considered extremely intelligent and manipulative, lithe people with unusually cold, clear eyes. A productive people, years of evolution have made it so that Irbexians are physically unable to sleep for more than two hours for every forty-eight they are awake.

This, understandably, has its negatives. Most of their species have drifted off into comas because of this “adaptation” and many of the survivors are prone to absent seizures given the constant level of function in their brains.
Irbexians do not “die’ of old age. They merely fall into a permanent comatose state. They never dream.

~Planet of Origin: Inapace- Rejan was born and bred in the heart headquarters of the force.



~Sexuality: Heterosexual
~Faction: Force
~Reputation: ruthless killer, unfeeling bitch
~Specialty: --
~Former Life: Rejan has spent her entire life in the lap of aristocracy, a preening bird that would just as soon rip out your throat with her talons the second she knew how. Raised only by her father, a high-ranking official, Rejan made her wish to become a Fate early on in childhood. Her training commenced immediately, and she was given the most qualified of teachers to help her master her gift. At the age of 8, she became an Initiate of the force, and through careful calculation and manipulation, achieved her goal at the age of 20.

~In Combat~

~POWERS:

Aerokinesis-

Rejan is able to manipulate the molecules of the air in her immediate area. That’s not to say she’ll come crashing in wielding train-smashing gusts of wind and blowing her opponents away. No, Rejan is much more subtle with her abilities. She can change the pressure in a room, the temperature, and most importantly, the concentration. Her favorite method of “neutralizing” her targets and assailants is, very simply, suffocating them. She never has to lift a finger.

She is, however, only able to do this with air, specifically oxygen. Rejan does not have this power over other gasses or compounds.

~Weapons and Equipment:
Tazer- Rejan carries a powerful tazer that can paralyze even the most behemoth of monsters for a good ten minutes.

Gloc 9- A standard issue to Force officials who do not weird magic and would like a little more insurance. Rejan’s a decent shot.

~Skills:
-Rejan has learned to work the social circle of the highest societies and can manipulate people naturally. It’s very easy for her to discern what a person’s motives and wants are in a mere few seconds.

-Despite her nonchalance, Rejan is constantly thinking, preparing for whatever scenario might cross her path, and gathering information. Her eye for observation is sharp, making her commit the smallest of details to memory.

-Intimidation is actually one of Rejan’s strongest suits. She’s not huge in size, but her voice and mannerisms can make even the boldest man feel a twinge of self-doubt. She gets a kick out of tearing down those that are on a high.


~Former training:

Rejan’s father, eager to indulge his precious little girl’s dreams, provided the best tutelage in aerokinetics, firearms, social science, and politics. The result yielded a sharpened diamond of a woman who believes herself to be the cream of the crop.

~A Face to Fear~

~Height: 5’7
~Weight: 141 lbs
~Hair Color: Blond
~Hair Style: The Fate’s hair is almost always pulled back in a half-pony tail when she’s working, but it’s not uncommon to see her with it down and curled in her off hours. Most days, she straightens it.
~Eye Color: Green
~Play-By: Laura Vandervoort

~Clothing Style: The blacks and cool colors of the Force are part of Rejan’s typical ensemble. She’s found of leather, but will wear almost anything to get the job done. Both turtlenecks and bikinis can be found in her attire. She’s varied tos ay the least.

~Distinguishing Features: Rejan’s eyes are unsettlingly bright, and her brows are rather sharply defined.

~OVERALL APPEARANCE:
Rejan’s posture is that of an aristocrat: head held high and erect, spine straightened, gaze ruthless. Typically, she wears simple makeup- her eyes draw enough attention to her face on its own. Her expressions, while convincing, always leave some sort of doubt behind as to whether she’s really feeling the emotion she’s currently conveying. A beauty by any standards, Rejan shows no shame in flaunting her body if it will prove to be of her advantage. Her hair is usually worn down- it’s when it’s tied up that she’s really getting down to business. There’s a sort of softness that can sometimes been seen around her from afar, but close up, any sort of innocence is sucked up into the firm line of her lips and the vortex of her glacial eyes.

~Beneath the Exterior~

~Likes:

• Penguins
  
• Smoothies
  
• Choking sounds
  
• Sarcasm
  
• Coarse language
  
• Sex
  
• whimpy guys with power complexes
  
• Storms
  
• fish (as pets and to eat)
  
• flirting with danger
  
• glass sculpture
  
• lingerie
  
• ice water
  
• Solo assignments
  
• Classic music
  

~Dislikes:

• Teamwork
  
• Traveling in space
  
• Jarheads/Soldiers
  
• Anarchists
  
• Untidy quarters
  
• Laziness
  
• Humorless people
  
• Bedroom furniture
  
• Bleeding
  
• Unexpected noise
  
• Pain
  
• Small spaces
  
• being told she’s wrong
  

~Fears: Suffocation, terrorist bombings, being permanently alone,

~Weaknesses:

• Rejan can be nonchalant to the point of negligence. This, obviously, is frowned upon by the force, and officials placed under her protection have died before because of it. It’s never affected her own personage, but it’s bound to some day. She tries to look tough even when she’s staring down death.
  
• As an Irbexian, Rejan can’t sleep more than an hour in a twenty-four hour period. This insomnia can leave her prone to absent seizures at the most inopportune of times.
  
• She’s not terribly good with weapons- she carries a gun for insurance but her aim is pretty off. She prefers to rely on her tazer, if she has time to pull it out.
  
• Her powers take a long time to truly subdue the target. This leaves a huge window of time in which Rejan herself could be subdued.
  

~Strengths:

• Because she hardly ever sleeps, Rejan is usually on constant alert, and uses the extra time for more productive things.
  
• Rejan’s very familiar with the Force’s workings, as well as proactive interception. Most of the threats she handles never see the light of day.
  
• Her view of danger as “fun” eliminates any reservations most people would have, opening her mind to slightly more…unorthodox plans
  
• Well educated, Rejan has a decent understanding of social structure and how to manipulate people, both in politics and everyday life.
  
• Her power’s typically versatile, and can be used on almost every planet.
  

~Goals: Assure the Force’s continued role, protect Marcoux, and some day have an actual dream.

~Hobbies: Storm-chasing, filing, ducking being assigned a partner, pranking Marcoux, attending Force balls, honing her powers in the Spire, drinking, teasing, video games, and glass blowing.

~OVERALL PERSONALITY: Rejan, to be blunt, is two-faced. She can be polite, demure, a regular diplomat as her father taught her to be in one breath, and the next she’d slit your throat while cussing you out like a sailor. She has a definite appreciation for the finer things in life: one might call her spoiled.

She’s used to getting her way, and will throw some serious temper tantrums when she doesn’t.

She can be a friendly girl, but only when she doesn’t feel threatened by the other person. Rejan, upon meeting someone, will size them up- skills, looks, general personality. As long as she feels superior to them, she’ll typically be nice. And by nice, that generally means a good round of teasing most of the time. She’s not exactly the nurturing type, but she can be loyal to a select few.

When engaged, Rejan is merciless and sadistic. Generally, she prefers avoiding physical contact altogether and watching her opposition suffocate on the lack of air. She doesn’t enjoy the end result (death), but she does seem to take delight in the suffering of those that would dare undo the peace and order.

~Rap and History~

~Mother: unknown
~Father: Selter Zalixa
~Siblings: none
~Other relations:
~Companions: Maximilien Marcoux, Selter Zalixa, and various Fates


~OVERALL HISTORY:

Pampered, spoiled, and overall doted on, Rejan was the typical princess type of a high-ranking man. She spent a good bit of her early childhood with nannies as her father worked most of the time.

As she got older, she started tagging along with “Daddy” to work, and grew interested in what she was doing. Recognizing the intelligence and genuine zeal of his daughter, Selter began educating Rejan on the matters of his world: politics, secrecy, manipulation and order. The complexity of the government fascinated the eight year old, and by the time she was introduced to her father’s personal body guards, two highly trained Fates, the little blond declared she wanted to become one as well.

Typically, a grade schooler wouldn’t be taken so seriously in a proclamation about their future career, but Selter was the type that encouraged thinking ahead. If his daughter was going to be the best, it was imperative that she decided what she would pursue perfection in. Seeing her become part of his organization couldn’t have made him happier.

Rejan started on a strict training regiment at the age of 9, balanced with advanced schooling that often left her bored (she would finish the assignments long before their due dates). Her capers as an Initiate in the force left a few...transgressions, but nothing daddy couldn’t smooth over. She rose quickly from initiate to deputy, and spent only a few months as the latter before she became a ruthless warden. The power gave her a good rush, and within three more years, Rejan achieved her goal and title of Fate. She found, rather quickly, that she didn’t particularly enjoy hanging around the solemn magic-users, and shirked every partner she was paired with.

Eventually, her father and other All-Marshalls learned that while she was skilled, it was best to expect her to operate alone rather than try to force teamwork on her.

Bored once more after bringing over fifteen names from the Blacklist to justice, Rejan begged her father for a harder assignment, something different, something less monotonous than hunting down the worms that dare upset their order.

For all her whining, she got what she wanted.

~Writing Sample~

“C’mon daddy. You have no idea how tedious this is getting. They all act the same way- the chase is a little different, but god almighty, this is getting routine. Surely you have something better for me to do.”

The wizened man peered up at the impatient girl sitting on his desk from under bushy white eyebrows. Selter coughed, then cleared his throat before adjusting the perscriptionless glasses that hung over his blue eyes, the same frigid diamonds that darted around in utter disinterest in his daughter’s skull.

Open, and with a broad, sweeping view of the calm city streets below, Selter’s office was like a second home to both father and daughter. He could still remember the first day he’d brought her along, sat her on his knee in her pretty velvet dress, and told her what good The Force had brought to society. Rejan had said she wanted to help that good.

“Rejan, you wanted to be a Fate, my dove. This is what my Fates do.”

“There has to be SOMETHING.”

Perfectly manicured nails drummed against the green velvet of his desk. With the grimace that ruffled the wrinkles of his broad face, Selter put pen he’d scrawled thousands of his signature with aside and folded two gnarled, but strong hands.

“Well, Darling, there is one thing. But I’m not quite sure you could handle it…”

“Let me be the judge of that.”
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Wow. No wonder this guy needed protection. For someone who held such an important position, this gentleman had little to no security patrolling his home. Bedroom window left unlocked, regular glass over tempered…it would seem that despite his dangerous dealings, her father’s favorite snitch had yet to have a true brush with death yet.

She alighted on the carpet without a sound, slipping through the window with the grace of a slithering snake. Inhaling, she swirled the quality of the air within around in her perception- manly, some sort of cologne, but generally, good quality. So, not a slob, at least.

And not home either, she knew from casing the house. It would likely be a while, so she best make herself comfortable.
She chuckled, pushing a curtain of white-blond hair over her shoulder, eyes trailing down the curve of her arm to the fabric where her hand rested. Silk. Such a fine material, a wonderful display of opulence in this day and age. Opulence and a tolerance of luxury.

Understandable by all means. She caressed the soft, green material once more, eyes flitting from bookcase to bookcase.
So much information. He’d written several earth-shaking theses, she’d been told, and her own research had led her to deduce why exactly this man, this mastermind, was so important to The Force.

An invader of dreams. The idea sent an uncertain pulse through her. Rejan knew not what it was to dream. Sleep was an inconvenience to Irbexians, a waste of time that evolution had nearly snuffed out. Absolutely fascinating, though, to become a manipulator of worlds that so few could control….respectable, even.

The black turtleneck hugging her form shifted as she did, leaving none of her curves to the imagination, followed by the rustle of the surprisingly baggy pants that hid an unforgiving pair of combat boots. Snapped closed to her hip, her tazer hummed with current…hopefully she wouldn’t need to be using it any time soon.
But jeesh, if the man took any more time getting back to his happy haven, she just might have to. Rejan sighed, rolled her eyes, and cracked her neck. And waited.

Finally, as she was just turning the page on the thick, leather- bound book, the bedroom door clicked and turned. A wide grin flowed across her pristine visage, and with careful, unmarred hands, she shut the book and looked up at the sputtering figure.

Oh, had she lucked out with this one. He was handsome, so unlike Daddy’s wizened cronies. Broad nose- nice change from the thin features she was used to with the….urgh…suitors, other Irbexians her father had brought around as she’d gotten older. A silly little ring clung stubbornly around his left earlobe- cute little addition, really.

She imagined he’d look dashing when serious. Right now the utterly appalled look on the young man’s face was just plain hilarious.

“Y’know, cutie, I could’ve killed you by now. You really oughta be more careful. But luckily for you, the All-Marshalls seem to have taken your….” She looked him up and down, eyes assessing his thin frame, “…apparent lack of physical prowess and sent big bad me to protect you. Interesting stuff you’ve written here.”

Her eyes fell to the book once more, hand tangled in the silk of his sheets. “Astral projection into dreams? Nothing like destroying the dirty little rebels from the inside out.” Her grin tapered into a sincere (or as sincere as Rejan ever looked) smile as she stood and extended her hand.

“Fate Zalixa, at your service.” A purr nearly tumbled out of her mouth as she brushed a stray curl back into the line of her locks. “I’m your new bodyguard, Warden Marcoux, whether you like it or not.”