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the_measurers) wrote2010-04-14 10:55 pm
the_measurers) wrote2010-04-14 10:55 pm
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Entanglement has switched over to a dressing room format for now, so applications aren't needed for the time being.
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Whichever application you're posting, please put the character's name, if they're an OC, and their fandom (if any) in the subject line.
Note again that you are allowed to use musebox posts and posts on
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Katriel - OC
Your Name: Kelly
Your Journal: corona_rift (friendslocked)
Your Email: liliesofastolat@gmail.com
Your AIM: N/A
Character:
Character's Name: Katriel
Character's Fandom: OC
Character's Home Universe:
Katriel comes from a divergent future timeline in which an overpopulated Earth mastered FTL travel and humanity has since spread out to numerous, far-flung colonies among the stars. She is from Nammu, a 'grandchild' of Earth, born of the older Juno Colony. While technology in the known universe as a whole is fairly advanced, access to it on Nammu is limited and inconsistent. This is due to the energy shortages: Nammu was established to be partially dependent upon Juno for non-renewable energy sources of energy, as were most of its colonies. A later change of government on Juno led to trade with the outer colonies falling out of favor, and they were left largely to fend for themselves and develop their own new infrastructures to cope with the change.
On Nammu, this led to a divide forming between the wealthier eastern sectors of the colony and its capital, Valtesh, and the western agricultural region known as Sehalda. Energy rationing was put into place, with Sehalda receiving lesser shares. Over time, this led to a technological and cultural backshift, with the grandchildren of agricultural scientists ending up as little more than subsistence farmers as unused machinery fell into disrepair. Alternate energy solutions were explored, but only within the regions that could afford them.
The gap widened, until a party calling itself the Sehaldan Alliance came to prominence, campaigning for a fairer distribution of resources, in accordance with the original colonists' charter, a founding document regarded by most on Nammu with a certain amount of reverence. Predictably, their suggestions were ignored by those in power, and a more radical offshoot soon sprang up, the Sehaldan Liberation Militia, which demanded the immediate secession of Sehalda from the rest of Nammu.
The ensuing asymmetrical civil war lasted years, devastating both sides. It ended recently, with the assassination of key Sehaldan political figures and the surrender of those that remained. While there are elements insisting that Sehalda is an independent state currently under occupation by the Valteshan government, for the most part all has been quiet since the official end of the war.
Socially, Sehalda is conservative, particularly with regard to gender roles. This came about when the loss of old technological methods meant that a larger population was needed to sustain the region, and incentives were put in place for women to have many children. This quickly became a social norm. Sehaldan village communities are close-knit, but welcoming of outsiders they believe to have good intentions. There is a strong cultural emphasis on the arts, particularly those that are performance-based, such as dance and drama, and on education within communities. All adults in Sehalda are seen as teachers of their own skills and knowledge.
In the larger population centers, there is intermittent access to databanks containing history going back to pre-FTL Earth, as well as a wealth of other societal and technological information. However, contact with other worlds, including Juno, is restricted to those legally allowed to trade offworld, and few Sehaldans have the licenses or the energy credits necessary to do so.
Method of Arrival on Station: Recruited by a Resistance agent on her homeworld.
Physical Appearance:
Katriel has dark hair that falls past her shoulders, brown eyes and olive skin. Average in height and build, she's fit from both militia training and physical labor on her family's farm. She dresses practically but traditionally for her world, favouring long belted tunics over dark trousers. Due to the nature of the revolutionary movement, it had no officially-recognized uniform, but Katriel tied a red kerchief over her hair when she wanted to signify her affiliation, and still does on occasion. She never goes anywhere without both a working transmitter and a gun - laser, if she can get it, or old-fashioned projectile if not.
Katriel II
Katriel was born in Liendel Village in Sehalda, one of eight children. Her childhood was a fairly typical one for the time and place in which she grew up, and she spent her time helping her parents with their farmland and learning what she could from the village teachers. Her father was a member of the Sehaldan Alliance and often shared his politics with his children, with the result that Katriel grew up with a firm belief in justice and the ideals put forth in the colonists' charter. She was not a rebellious child, and accepted her likely future in Liendel, hoping to someday marry and manage her own farm.
This changed when Katriel was sixteen, and soldiers from Valtesh came to their village, claiming that her family was concealing the true yield of their land in order to avoid taxation, and more, that her father was trading energy credits on the black market. Katriel flatly denied knowledge of this, but it didn't matter - after searching her home, they confronted her father in the fields and took him away to the capital. Katriel never saw him again.
The next year, when the Sehaldan Liberation Militia was formed, Katriel travelled to a neighbouring village to sign up without a second thought. She knew that she had to fight for justice, to stop those in power thinking they could do what they liked to those without. At first she was refused, on the grounds that they weren't about to accept women, but she returned the next day with four other girls from her community, and together they demanded to be given a fair chance. If they weren't, Katriel said, she'd go right to the founders of the movement and demand to know why.
Reluctantly, the girls were admitted, and Katriel spent the next year in preparation for a war against an enemy with superior numbers and weaponry, with only the knowledge that she fought for what was right to sustain her. It was difficult, but in time Katriel grew to excel, and by the time the war was officially declared, her commander - strike leader, in the militia parlance - had no qualms at all about sending Katriel along on border raids and targeted operations.
At the same time, life became harder. Trade outside of Sehalda was even further restricted, and the Valteshan military organized retaliatory strikes, meaning that Katriel and her comrades had to defend their own homes as well as striking at the enemy. During a period when their numbers were particularly stretched, Katriel herself was appointed as the strike leader for Liendel Village.
To this day, she's convinced it was, initially, a propaganda stunt, particularly after she discovered a printed pamphlet containing an image of her standing in a field with some of the village children, captioned: 'Little Mother of the Revolution' and detailing her appointment. Katriel didn't care about the reasons, though, it was an opportunity, and she did her best to protect Liendel and take down key Valteshan resources.
It was a time of increasing desperation, and Katriel's tactics reflected that, dedicated as she was to her cause. Before the war was out, she had organized the village teenagers too young to officially join them into a group of message runners and support workers, and set fire to numerous targets across the border, including fields in the dry season. Stories about Liendel's uncompromising female leader spread across Sehalda, not all of them true, and Katriel found herself beset with those who sought to join her, in particular. More women were appointed as strike leaders across the region, and she was held up as an exemplar and a trailblazer. This wasn't enough, however, to warrant further promotion, out of village and into central leadership, and Katriel has her own ideas about why this was so.
Katriel III
It was there, when Katriel was twenty-six years old and resigned to a life of obscurity in occupied Sehalda as the best of outcomes for the foreseeable future, that a representative from the Senburu-Trati'salan Resistance contacted her to tell her about another conflict, another fight against injustice, this one on a scale Katriel would have thought unimaginable.
Personality:
Katriel is an idealist. After losing the war, she comes across as a broken one sometimes, but at heart that's what she is. She'll give everything she has to her cause, and accept as her chosen family those who join her. She's almost painfully straightforward in her allegiances. Her sense of what's right leads her to take risks, and to go to extraordinary lengths to support the people she cares about and the people who depend upon her for protection or for leadership. It's been said that she radiates intensity, and yet she's kind and patient with those that need it. Although she rejects the description vehemently, those who called her a mother to her people weren't far wrong.
However, Katriel's very strengths are also her downfalls. She has no sense of compromise and her morality is often simplistic. Her tactics have been called extremist, and her sense of empathy doesn't readily extend to those she calls enemies. She's also very easily manipulated by those she trusts, making a convenient political pawn or scapegoat. Katriel never sees a problem from within her own camp until it's too late, and the notion of a betrayal from within hurts her deeply, striking at an unprotected place. She believes everyone ought to be as dedicated as she is, and it's this belief that enabled her to make difficult decisions as a leader. Katriel was always prepared to die for her cause.
Personally, she usually comes across as sociable, provided political topics are avoided. She has plenty of friends, but few that are very close to her. It's hard for her to really let anyone in, single-minded as she is. Katriel has never had a romantic partner, partly because her conservative upbringing leads her to associate this with marriage and children, neither of which she has had time for in the past. She considered that it might have been possible when she left her old life behind and became Lisulda, but it didn't seem fair to deceive a potential husband by not admitting to her true identity.
Her sense of humor is good, if a little dry at times, and she has a love for the arts and a particular soft spot for plays. She intends to write one herself someday.
Abilities and Skills:
Katriel has a sound practical knowledge of asymmetrical warfare and guerrilla tactics, and has experience of leadership within her village. She is proficient with a variety of weapons, including both projectile and laser guns. She's fairly good at repairing and adapting old electronics, particularly transmitters and other communications devices. She also has a range of survival skills probably uncommon to those raised on wealthier worlds - Katriel can grow her own food, sew her own clothes, and generally take care of herself.
While she is literate, Katriel's exposure to education other than practical skills and village oral tradition was minimal. She's only visited the central databanks a handful of times in her life, and her general and historical knowledge is lacking. She does, however, know the entirety of the colonists' charter by heart, and puts up a fair political argument in favor of its principles. When sufficiently moved, she gives a decent impassioned speech.
Katriel IV
Katriel tapped her fingers on the table. This wasn't what she had expected, she thought to herself, and then wondered what exactly it was that she had expected. So much of war was waiting. Waiting, and striking when the opportunity presented itself. That had to to be as true in space as it was in back in the village. Only difference there was, she had been the one to distract anxious minds from the destructive thoughts that came from too long a delay. The speculation. The fear.
That had been part of her job, hadn't it?
She still didn't know for sure what it was they expected of her here, why they wanted her. It was a dark amusement that made her wonder if they wouldn't have been better off headhunting their soldiers from the winning side.
A (NPC!) man slid into the chair opposite hers, lean, a nervous and searching look in his eyes. 'Strike Leader Katriel?' he asked, with the barest trace of hesitation.
Katriel leant back, regarding him carefully. At least she didn't have to worry about whether or not he was affiliated with the Valteshan police. She couldn't be further from all that now, and it was a curious feeling, looking at her life from a distance, as if her world itself might have fit into the palm of her hand, for all that its conflict mattered in the grand scheme of things.
It mattered, she corrected herself, irritated by her own turn of melancholy. An injustice wasn't lessened by the existence of a greater one. To believe that would be to believe that people she cared about had died for nothing, and that wasn't so. Being removed from something didn't make it any less real. She tapped her fingers on the table again. 'Who wants to know?' she asked her new companion.
'You're Katriel,' he tried to confirm, with the soft sigh of a person anticipating a difficult conversation ahead.
She relented. 'I'm Katriel.'
'I'm here to explain a few things to you.'
One corner of her mouth curved upwards in a half-smile. 'It's about time,' she said to him. 'I didn't think you brought me all the way here just to admire the decor. So what is it that I can do?'
((Long application is long, sorry! I hope it's alright!))
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